I hate Meeting Days – I feel like I get nothing accomplished but making rows and rows of teeny tiny stars on my scratch pad in an effort to keep myself from nodding off.

Have been feeling like my time has been getting so subdivided that there is nothing left.

I have spent the last couple of hours building and carefully formatting, tweaking, and perfecting a spreadsheet. I have bars and shapes and a key denoting 12 different color codes. Everything is spaced Just So; it is perfection. I can't begin to tell you how much it pleases me to have built this (and yes, I have been saving obsessively). An awesome spreadsheet, sad as that may sound to some, is probably the best thing - perhaps the only good thing - to come out of today. I'll take my Happies where I can get them.

Just 10 hours of this stinky Monday left - WOO-HOO!

Happy 4th of July!

From our driveway to yours. :)

I am plugged in and jamming to my MP3, in an attempt to motivate myself to a more productive state, instead of the Meh mood I've been in due to the upcoming long holiday weekend.

I have it on my Rock Out playlist, and "Jump Around" came on. I went into the hallway to grab something off the printer, and was checking out my spreadsheet and doing some faux-gangsta-frat-boy-swaggering when I looked up and saw that there are actually other people here at work and walking down the hall. Hmmm. ExcusemeIjusthadacrickonmykneesorrythankshaveaniceday.

I am so over this summer already.

Happy Birthday, George Michael!

Since I spent a lot of time in airplanes/airports/lonely hotel rooms last week, I managed to polish off two books: Bonk by Mary Roach, and Rockabye by Rebecca Woolf.



I really dug Bonk - smart, funny, knowledgeable without being dry. Yes, please - let's talk about the more humorous aspects of sex and its study and how something can be kind of ridiculous and awesome at the same time. I loved the footnotes; I talk with parentheses and asides and footnotes, and it made total sense to me. The ending was a little abrupt and lacking - it felt rushed and a little lacking. Overall, pretty entertaining: B+



Rockabye was a little disappointing. I heard of Rebecca through momversations, and I always enjoy what she has to say, though I have never followed her blog. I guess maybe some writing styles don't translate very well into book form - I found myself skimming over paragraphs at a time because it sometimes got a little too navel-gazing for me, I guess. You are the sea, your son is the sky, the wind in the trees, yadda yadda yadda, I get it, okay moving on. I did like the constant message that you should always hold on to your sense of self with all the life changes you go through - it can be possible to absorb a new identity as mother (or spouse or whatever), and while it will change you, it does not have to define you - that is not all you are capable of being. So, meh: C+

I have three other half-read books lying around the house, but none of them are really calling out to me right now. Any suggestions?