Absolutely Useless Information (That I'm Packaging as a Post)

A tantalizing peek into the life of this servant:

(I'd like to think that I'd written something much more creative had I not been slaving over a "guest post**" for someone, but really, I'm feeling sort of well, blog-over today. You know, when you've had too much to think and you're trying to recall all the things you said you wouldn't forget the evening/weeks before?)

I woke up at 4:02. I cursed when I looked at the alarm, because I knew that I wasn't going back to sleep. I noted to myself that I wanted to tell Comedy Central that I hate that they keep playing "Girls Gone Wild" ads in the wee hours. I searched for the remote and clicked off the tv and wondered how much electricity is wasted because the tv was on all night .

I read a little (Dorothy Parker "If I had a shiny gun/I could have a world of fun/speeding bullets through the brains/of the folks that bring me pains..")

Meandered down the hall (carefully sidestepping the creaky board that wakes Little A) and into the bathroom. I plucked, sighed and quit pulling my eyebrows upward with my pointer finger, flossed, rinsed and brushed, showered, shampooed, deep conditioned, shaved and lotioned up.

Packed my briefcase:

• Wallet
• Lunch (oatmeal and Splenda, vanilla soymilk and veggies)
• Bills I need to pay
• Coke Zero
• Gum

I tossed a couple of items into my internal briefcase:

• Hope, unbridled and shiny
• Love, deep and jagged and true
• Wistfulness, but just a pinch
• Gratitude, to gently remind me of all that I do have
  

I let the dogs free into the yard, and recalled the days that they tore blazing down the stairs and felt a pang of sadness when I noted their tentative steps.

"Ghetto" ironed (tossed in the dryer) the clothes I wore today: black slacks, butter yellow cotton mock turtleneck:



Packed Little A's diaper bag and woke her up with a kiss. She said, as she does each morning fresh with sleep in her voice, "Ruby" and looked for the lamb that is as much of a part of her as her blue eyes.

Drove her to the sitter and then into work. Listened to one of my favorite songs THREE times in a row. ("Men weren't meant to ride with clouds between their knees, I'm only a man...")

Sat here, at my desk all morning, writing reports:





Some of the little tidbits that I have hanging by my pictures read:

"Could today be the day"?

"Keep on Moving"

This:


And this:



Then at lunch, I created this pathetic piece of crap which is making me feel guilty because you've just wasted one minute of your life on it post for your reading enjoyment.

And that, my friends, is how a servant spent her morning.

Please tell me you did something much greater than I.

**Check back tomorrow for updates