Good day, Sunshine....

I just had the worst tuna fish ever in my life at lunch. I do not like Bumble bee. Here is what a typical weekday meal plan looks like for me: morning= Hazel nuts and 1/2 grapefruit; lunch=1/2 can tuna (hopefully never bumblebee); 1 boiled egg, 1/2 cup fresh green beans; before gym snack= hazel nuts and 1/2 grapefruit; dinner=whatever.

Short bummer moment. Because of illnesses and appointments I will only have 74.7 hours on this Friday's paycheck. Yuck.

I'm getting to the point in the latest audio book where it is close enough to the end that I'm taking my time and making it last longer. I'm not anxious to leave my little land of make believe. I always know that there will be another book that will capture my imagination, but when the book is this engrossing, it's like cutting short a good vacation.

I work in a neighborhood called the Hollywood District in East Portland. One piece about the area I find odd is that the local business have got some strange theme with their bicycle racks. The vision specialist down the street has an oversized yellow spectacles for a bike rack. The bank up the street has the Star of David, and last year the clinic where I work had one put in that's supposed to look like a stethoscope. Silly looking thing, really. One co-worker dubbed it the "uterus." Children play on it at least once a day, but I rarely ever see a bicycle locked to it.

Note to self; before going to bed, make sure there are no cats shut up in the office. This is fairly important now that Lexie goes around opening and shutting doors. Woke up this morning to a nostril offense of the feline variety. After plucking about the house I found Felix and TurkeySwoop shut up in the office. WOOOOHHHHWEEEE! Turkey's artifact was nigh on the size and shape of an elephant dropping! I had to layer papertowels over it and use a Safeway plastic grocery bag as a glove. I almost lost the breakfast I hadn't had yet. Made the bathroom stories here look like the rose garden! Poor little old Felix was kind enough to use the thing looking the closest to a litter box, a small, thankfully empty, cardboard box that Chikita usually naps in. Good morning!


Word(s) of the day: RESPLENDENT


That word just popped into my head this morning at a quarter till 5:00am for no reason. Didn't even know what it meant, I just had to look it up in the dictionary.

Lexie log: Yesterday afternoon when she finally fell asleep for her nap, I carried her in and laid her on our bed. She woke up and we had a little staring/smiling contest. Nose to nose, it was precious. Grammy is coming over this afternoon, and I have heard rumor that they will all go for a walk. What a beautiful day, I'm a little jealous. -- Sample of a typical Lexie menu; breakfast = mixed grain cereal or scrambled eggs; snacks/lunch all sort of run together= banana, milk, grapes, yogurt, crackers, slice of cheese, turkey lunchmeat; dinner= peas or corn, assortment of stuff like quesadilla, raviolli, pasta and sauce, chicken nugget, mac and cheese, or kid's cuisine dinner. -- This weekend I tried watching Fantasia with her again, and she is now the age where she will sit still and enjoy the music and the animation. She likes the opening one, but I think her favorite (mine too) is the nutcracker suite done with forest fairies. She' s quite the little dancer. Almost always in motion. When I was pregnant with her, her nick names were kickybaby and belly dancer. She has made those carry over into childhood.

Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, litter boxes, the backyard cat compound Dad built, not having to do origami to earn a paycheck, face talk with Lexie, good air freshener, the soy candle we got for our anniversary, heartburn medicine, and graphite.