Friday Five

1. What is your shoe size? 7WW

2. How many hours did you sleep last night? 9.5 (usually it's around 6 but this virus is dragging me down)

3. Area code of your phone number: 408

4. Last grade of school completed: 2nd year of college - AA degree. But it took me 9 years and now I'm back at community college for another two or three for a new career.

5. Time it takes you to get ready in the morning: 1 to 1.5 hours. I'm a "grumpy bear" who wakes up slowly.

Lifted from blonderoots

Two Names You Go By: Sugarplumkitty and linda_mo

Two Parts of Your Heritage: Irish and German

Two Things That Scare You:
1. Angry people
2. Spiders running toward my face

Two of Your Everyday Essentials:
1. Oats and Honey granola bars for breakfast
2. Allergy/Asthma meds

Two of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists (at the
moment):
1. Ainjel Emme
2. Linda Ronstadt

Two of Your Favorite Songs - at the moment:
1. Livin in the USA
2. The Wheels on the Bus (darned commercials)

Two Things You Want in a Relationship
(other than Real Love):
1. Laughter
2. Trust

Two Truths about you:
1. My learning disabilities make me need to be smart in other ways
2. I'm a pied piper for children and animals.

Two things you are attracted to (physically):
1. eyes
2. butts

Two of Your Favorite Hobbies :
1. Computer games
2. Reading

Two Things You Want Really Badly:
1. To be gainfully employed in a job I enjoy
2. To get A's in all my courses

Two Places You Want to go on Vacation:
1. Southwest USA
2. Europe

Two Things You Want to Do Before You Die:
1. To get Eric to Hawaii
2. To meet my dearest LJ friends in person.

Two Ways that you are stereotypically a Chick/Guy:
1. I'm attracted to men
2. I speak baby-talk to my pets

Two Things You Are Thinking About Now:
1. Holy crap, I'm late to work again.
2. My toes are cold

Two Stores You Shop At:
1. Safeway (grocery store)
2. Target (clothes) and that's pronounced TAR geeey

OK, now I understand

I was having a horrible time trying to move this morning. I finally dragged my ass into the bathroom and did the minimum amount of hygiene I can get away with, dressed and got into the car to drive to work. By this time, I was 50 minutes past my supposed start time. This is a start time I set for myself and I've tried to get there within 30 minutes of it. They're fine with that. With this stupid virus, I've been arriving 30 to 45 minutes past it. I like my job. I want to be there. This late thing? No clue why I do it. I'm just not a morning person, I guess.

So I got on the road only to be frustrated by apparent tourists driving 10 miles per hour under the speed limit on both legs of my journey to the freeway onramp. That really peeves me when I'm already running late. I could tell they were tourists by the gawking they were doing and by the sudden lane changes across three lanes to make a turn they obviously didn't know would be there. GAH! The bumper sticker I've seen, "If it's tourist season, why can't we shoot them?" popped into my head as I drove past the Winchester Mystery House. When I got onto the freeway I could tell I wasn't in any mental shape to be dealing with freeway traffic, so I made the decision to take the next exit and come back home. My lungs feel like they're at the start of the virus instead of the end. If they keep this up, I might end up in Urgent Care or Emergency later today.

After I called to tell them I wouldn't be in today, I went to the garage to find my grungy jeans to wear around the house. There's a row of boxes with a pile of clean laundry on it in the garage. I don't have enough closet space so the least-worn clothes end up staying there. Eric hates it and wants me to get rid of it. But most of the time, what little closet space I have is blocked by his pile of stuff next to the bed. It's frustrating. I went out to get the jeans I'd laid across that pile on Monday to find Scampi's peed in cat bed from last winter on top of my clean pants pile. ARGH! Why the HELL did he do that???? He's so out of it from the virus he was either more grumpy about the pile than usual or wasn't thinking. but with energy prices so freaking high now, why would he want to force me to rewash and dry clothes I'd just laundered? Luckily, he must have just put it up there. My clothes don't smell like cat pee at all. I'll talk to him about that tonight to see if he was being mean or just not thinking. In the meantime, I'll wash Scampi's bed. She'll probably barf up a furball on her new fancy sleep pad eventually and need a clean place to sleep while that's laundered.

Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll put Scampi's bed into the washer and go back to bed.