Tooth and claw, my friends, tooth and claw.
Oh well. This too shall pass.
So much updating, so little time! So, Shopgirlove has many new directions on many new fronts. Work is great--except that she had Board meetings last week. This week, she has to type up the minutes in our committee report. Thank Goodness she can read her own handwriting. Last time she ran out of ink so this time, she brought two pens. Guess what? It's a lot easier to write a report based on the minutes you take when you actually know what your department does--go figure!
One of Shopgirlove's three beaux took her out for dinner last night to celebrate her birthday, and she probably should have skipped the Sambuca. Waking up was hard to do. But she did and she hauled her butt to work. Can you say, "hero"?
So, the thing I most want to share with you, is: Last Fm
Shopgirlove will never be forty again! Viva forty-one. And happy birthday to me! How strange to be so old and so immature.
So, Shopgirlove has always had a weak spot for Alan Alda. He's not particularly attractive. Not that he's unattractive, but let's face it, he's no Clive Owen. However, he takes us places we might not otherwise go. I learned about Kismet from him--blink, blink. Not to mention the fact that the human brain can only process five seconds at a time. To sum up, we only exist in 5 second intervals. Life, then, is just 5 short seconds. How wild is that? And how wonderful to learn that lesson many 5 seconds before your death-bed. So, I hereby dedicate my (hopefully multiple) remaining 5 seconds to extreme hedonism. Shopgirlove is well on the way, are you? Oh, and also learning, and growth, and becoming a better person--blah, blah, blah.
So, Shopgirlove has studied architecture. She has lived abroad. She is fluent in three languages and really amusing in several others. So, when her department was proofing the latest catalog of academic travel, wouldn't you think they would solicit Shopgirlove's input? Guess what? No. We went to press with a trip that skips Istanbul entirely but features a gigantic picture of the Hagia Sofia in our catalog. That and the picture of the Sydney Opera House on the page for a trip to New Zealand make us look less than professional. Oh yes, and we in invite you to enjoy a latte in France. How about a cafe au lait?
What does it say about Shopgirlove that she swings and flings about wildly from topic to topic in her (admittedly) sparse posts? Politics, the Patriots, performing...with a dash of homelessness and HR mixed in. Work has actually been grand, lately. Singing in two different groups has been challenging (or as an old manager used to say: an "opportunity.") Not to mention dating--hello, fun! But she is over-scheduled and a little sleep-deprived. Does anyone recognize the phrase "there be dragons"? Challenging punctuation in this post, by the way. Shopgirlove is in survivor mode. Forgive her while she hunkers down.
Also, she's starving.
