lj slacker guilt

[julival2]

yeah yeah. i never update. i suck. i have no good stories to tell. bleh. *Whinewhine*

i can reply my fingers off now and then (right greensapphire?) but i find it so hard to get the motivation to do an actual entry.

today i'm sick. i woke up at 5:30 AM with a sore throat. Why 5:30 AM? because i had to take the boys to the orthodontist for a periodic check to see if they have lost enough baby teeth yet to get their braces. we go back every year and let the man look in their mouths and tell us when to come back next. this time alec's time frame got moved up for a change. we go back in 6 months for the next check. he's down to 5 baby teeth left. rob still has another year at least. he's still hanging onto 10 baby teeth. but his are coming out sooner than alec's did. which i guess makes sense because his came in earlier than alec's did, too. i remember thinking alec was never going to get some of his teeth.

it wouldn't have been that crazy if he hadn't, considering that i never got four of my permanent teeth. two wisdom teeth and two bicuspids just never formed. i consider myself more highly evolved than most other homo sapiens sapiens because of it. *nods* the trend is to smaller mouths and less teeth. *chuckle*

but as i was saying, the appt was at 7:30 and i had to leave the house by 7 to beat the early school traffic and get there on time. i woke up to the alarm and pulled the covers over my head and swore at jeff for not turning it off. then i remembered that jeff wasn't there and i had to turn it off myself. heh.

jeff's in new jersey today. he left on sunday afternoon and was supposed to come back in time for a late dinner tonight. seems he's going to get back a little earlier, however. he embarrassed the shit out of me at work today (no, not literally :-P).

this week our little hairy sicilian-american from buffalo is in town to teach me some more fabulous ways to use the computer system before we upgrade to a new and better computer system next year and he gets to come back and teach us all how to use that. he's really computer obsessed. at one point, he was telling me how i could navigate around the system from something i was doing to get to another area where i could punch several buttons to get some units of measure converted for the other thing i was doing. it took me probably 12 keystrokes and 30 seconds to do what i could have done in about 6 key strokes and 6 seconds on the calculator on my desk next to the computer. i pointed this out to him, of course. *chuckle* but he's very easy going, so he laughed and agreed.

so anyway, (wait, i have to go check archives to see what pseudonym i gave him) (okay, so you didn't actually have to wait, but i did) valentino was sitting next to me at my desk, vigorously explaining all this new stuff and getting up every 20 minutes or so for a nicotine fix out in front of the store, and i was busily typing away at the computer and alternately jotting notes, trying to keep up with him...

my phone starts vibrating in my pocket and sending out the tiny tinny tune of the lone ranger.

"excuse me, that's my husband."

"no problem."

jeff and i have a short conversation about his flight schedule change - he's coming home on an earlier flight. he gives me the number and arrival time, asks a quick question about the kids' orthodontist visit and i wish him a good flight and tell him i'll see him later. hang up the phone, tuck it back into my pocket.

five minutes later, my phone vibrates me again and gives a couple of short beeps. i have a message! (remind me to tell you about the vibrating incident later. that was another day).

*embarrassed facial expression* "excuse me again."

"no problem! do you need some privacy? should i go outside?"

i'm thinking now that at the time he was just looking for an excuse to suck down another cig, but then i was just thinking that i wish i wouldn't keep getting interrupted in front of him. i could see that the message was a text one from jeff's cell.

"nono. this'll just take a sec - there must have been another change..."

so i'm pressing the tiny phone keys as fast as i can to get to the message and when it pops up i have to squint at it for a couple of seconds to figure out what it says. remember the guy is sitting right next to me. close enough that he can see the text if he wants to. i'm really hoping he didn't.



U R Hot ;)



i snatched the phone out of his direct line of sight and said "oh! maybe i did need some privacy after all!"

and then i turned the deepest shade of red that i can achieve.

valentino was highly amused. he said "well obviously he knows how to push your buttons! i like him and i don't even know him!"

heh. he is so whapped when he gets home.

my throat hurts *whine*

Comments

[noirem.livejournal.com]

I'm really surprised that you're that embarrassed about such an un-inuendoed (sp?) comment. Or is it one of those situations where you can handle ribbald comments but not compliments?

[julival.livejournal.com]

it's one of those "a man i've worked with for exactly a week total since i started two months ago with my new company and on whom i'm trying to make a professional impression is sitting right here next to me as i receive a cutesie come-on line by text msg from my spouse who i just got off the phone with" moments. what the fuck was i supposed to do? giggle and say 'oh look! my husband thinks i'm hot!'??? i know jeff thinks i'm hot. he tells me that all the time. i'd have shown it to the salesgirls in a heartbeat - i told them about it later, before i left, because it was funny. but i've reached a personal comfort zone with them over the last several weeks from conversing every day. the IT guy is 1. practically a stranger, and 2. involved in evaluating my job performance. furthermore, had he not just asked me if i needed privacy to check the message followed by my insistance that i did not, and had i not had to study the message to figure out what the hell it said (the letters are small and jeff doesn't know how to make a space between things with his phone, so it was more like 'urhot;)' with the guy sitting right there when it finally dawned on me, i wouldn't have gotten worked up at all. i would have chuckled and gone on about my business.

is there some reason in particular that what i thought was a funny story from my day has to be psychoanalyzed for deeper layers of my self esteem?

i am perplexed, mildly exasperated, and seriously wondering which one of us has issues. maybe both. *gives up*

[noirem.livejournal.com]

I didn't mean it that way, I really didn't. I'm sorry, I read my comment over and you're right it was phrased very badly *hangs her head* I really was just curious. You always seem so, I don't know, together or polished or in control and I don't know the words to explain it. I would expect you to laugh, possibly make a responding comment, and move on.

I know that for myself, I can play the game but if someone throws in a genuine, sincere compliment I turn beet red and have to bury my face in my hands. I realize I said it about the worst possible way I could have, but I was trying to ask if you get that way, too. Your explanation makes a lot of sense.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be critical or derisive. I really am sorry.

[julival.livejournal.com]

thank you. i appreciate that you clarified things and am glad that you didn't intend what i thought you did.

[jette16.livejournal.com]

i just had nightmare flashbacks about braces. At age 12, they gave up waiting for my teeth and yanked the last of my baby teeth and 4 of my adult ones. As for your evolution theory, I got the small mouth, but the regular amount of teeth. Wasn't enough space at all. I then proceeded to wear my braces for 5 years, and forced my orthodonist to remove them in time for my graduation photos. He made me sign a contract saying I was insisting they come off even though my treatment wasn't done. 5 years! But on the positive side, my teeth still look really good 8/9 years later. Very straight.

[carrieb.livejournal.com]

I was just talking to someone the other day about wisdom teeth and they said their dentist had told them people are starting to grow less and less wisdom teeth because of evolution. So why are we still growing appendixes?

I would have been very embarrassed in that same situation. I hate it when I have to call Mike to tell him I am working late and the other ladies sit there and listen in to the convo.