Wednesday, February 14, 2007

trail mix

also, there was no soap in my shower, and i had to wash myself with shampoo.

also, pertaining to washing, this morning i washed my face with this apple facewash (agreeable and tangy) and then moisturized with this goat's milk moisturizer (pleasant, if a bit goaty), two products which i appreciate in and of themselves. however, the resultant combination of smells was so FOUL that i had to wash my face again, and was nearly late for work.

also, pertaining to work, i would just like to state (besides the fact that i'm a heartless, childless daycare worker who doesn't give a damn about mum's job and doesn't understand what it takes to survive in the real world) that it is CHEATING to give your child a tylenol to bring his fever down just before you drop him off at daycare, so that his temperature is a healthy 97.4 all day and we can't send him home, but he is very clearly still ill. and two years old. and autistic.

also, happy valentines day, everyone.


Robyn Bishop said...

I like how the fact that you need to wash your face twice will make you nearly late for work. Thumbs up for optimizing your sleep and minimizing your effort! This is why you are my hero.

raych said...

ah yes, the bird. i was hoping no one would pick up on THAT insight into my daily doings. but you're too smart for me, and that is why YOU are MY hero.

Rebekah said...

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him.
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head -
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat -
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more -
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"Time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes - and ships - and sealing-wax -
Of cabbges - and kings -
And why the sea is boiling hot -
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed -
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue,
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?"

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf -
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said,
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter.
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?"
But answer came there none -
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one."