Stressful Successes

Reasons why yesterday and today were stressful, but good:

The German Brötchen I had for breakfast were crispy and warm.

I got some interesting comments on my blog.

I measured our apartment and made a map. My room is officially 10.17% of the apartment, and I got to be entertained because Aaron wanted to map it in AutoCAD and we fought over the numbers on the telephone until he realized I had my paper turned a different way.

I did a whole bunch of math to figure out how much to pay for the gas bill, and the number came out even. Sweet.

I didn't have any time to make plans for my class, but the time went fast.

After class, one of my friends (Renny) stopped by to say hello.

I couldn't find my bike after class, but I finally found it against a wall near to where I had locked it. (There are at least 300 bikes around there at that time of day.)

I got a step closer to getting paid for the last three months of teaching (I hadn't had any time to give the school a receipt since I'm a freelancer).

The secretary let me use her copy card to copy the myriad of papers I had to turn in for yet another 2-hour student job. (More hours just to fill out the darn thing.)

The books I interlibrary loaned (yes I just used that as a verb) haven't gotten to the library yet--meaning less reading waiting for me.

It was decided that I get to sit in front on the way to the Pentacost YSA conference.

My tomato plants (try 2009) peeked out of the dirt.

I got up at 5:15 for two reasons: to call my sister on her birthday (no one answered, but happy birthday, Heidi!), and to mop the kitchen floor. Yes, a.m.

My roommates and I had a good conversation today. (More on that later.)

The battery on my computer just up and died, but Apple said I can go get it replaced at my local Apple dealer.

Mike came by and helped me finish some of the things on my to do list.

He set up an appointment with the podiatrist for me. Maybe she can cure my crazy toenail. Or at least give me some tips.

Mike also picked up my inhaler from the pharmacy--that's right, I realized that my wheezing after football two weeks ago must be sports-induced asthma. Sica, you'll have to tell me how to use that thing.

I got some thesis writing done. But only a very, very little.

I seem to be a broken down old lady: my feet hurt, my shoulders hurt, my wrist hurts, my neck hurts, my toe hurts, my knee hurts, my throat hurts, I'm too tired to ever DO anything, I'm getting . . . less thin. But I'm still alive and most of those things are ignorable. Or I can at least only really think about one at a time.

I was amused as I got the answer to my question about where to part hair during a hair cut--I guess I parted my hair a little differently today (without even knowing it), and now I have one strand that's ridiculously longer than the others. As long as it's tucked behind my ear, it doesn't matter. I just consider it an extreme A-line.



I had lovely French music playing from my laptop, though I couldn't find where it was coming from (too many links open, I guess).

Now share your own stressful successes so I can smile.