Another 10 things. HALLOWEEN IS NUMBER 10.
1.) DOOM shall come to whomever shall open this chest. BEWARE OF ZE CURSE! BEWARE! ...I dunno, the mummy just cropped up into my head.
2.) Alan and I have really gotten into some TV shows lately. Psych specifically, which is pretty funny. The main guy in it reminds me ALOT of my brother, Max. I'm waiting on the Bones premier so I can get my sexual tension fix. I caught up on my House episodes. We missed out on alot not having TV.
3.) Went home a while back. Kinda wanted to kill myself. Got to spend time with Boah's girlfriend, Stevi, whom I affectionately call Steve. And Mom demanded I take a pee test on the spot. It did NOT make me feel good about myself. It was otherwise a good trip, but ma and I got into a fight on the last day, which was, of course, fantastic, and par for that relationship. As usual, its because we're both stubborn and we both have a line of shit you cannot do. I just recognise that everyone's personal line is less like a line and more like a rubber band. You can pull it in and push it out depending on who is speaking and about what. All rubber bands have their limits. Some a less stretchy, some are WAY MORE stretchy... I 'm fucking stern on some things, totally flexible on others. Mom... tends to think that my (and pretty much everyone's) rubber band will stretch far enough to encompass anything she says, and while I was up there, my rubber band and I snapped. I was mad, I spoke clearly and concisely, and told her the rubber band was done. She basically told me that said rubber band was moody. Again, her saying that was par for the course.
4.) I spent the last couple of weeks panicking over what to wear to my sister in law's wedding, only to have then spent the time fixing a dress, panicking summore, buying an outfit for Alan and he and I arrived in PERFECT adorable wedding attire... only to be completely overdressed compared to everyone else there. IRONY BLOWS. Eh, Hindsight tells me I should have realized many of the friends and relatives of the groom were.... "Wedding flannel" wearing tobacco-chewers.Suffice to say, I was pissed at myself for trying so hard (in-law curse, gotta try hard or be hated... a lot) and just relaxed and tried to enjoy myself. I wound up chasing my three nephews around the room for about an hour, playing "You're Evil... EAT THE CANDY" which is confusing but makes sense if you're me, 9, 7 or 5.
5.) I need a job. Its been said before, and I'm going to keep looking and sending out that crappy looking resume. I just really REALLY don't want to resort to another grocery store, fast food or Wal-mart. I haven't worked in a grocery store since I was 16, and I would really rather not go back. As money goes, though, so must my pride. I am, however, not going to work at a fast-food joint full time. OH NO.
6.) We have a puppy. His name is Mouse, and he's very possibly the best puppy ever. Way ahead on potty training and commands for a little 3 month old. Watching Chewy and Mouse play is HILARIOUS. Chewy just plops down in the middle of the living room, sometimes on his side, belly or just sitting... and Mouse runs around him like crazy. Chewy considers it whack-a-mole. Thwap! Rose and the dog have more of a cat-and-mouse relationship, only the cat is the mouse and Mouse is the cat. ...So I guess the normal, cartoony, cat and dog relationship. Except that she went into heat and he took the male cat... duties. It was creepy and wrong on A WHOLE LOT of levels.
7.) My husband is awesome. He just is. Sorry. I love him. There's very little that ISN'T awesome about him. When I'm all panicy, he does anything he can to help it subside. Ug. Who else would put up with my wide array of crap? Only a saint. A horrible, horrible saint.
8.) There was a shoe sale. I got two pairs of awesome pumps for $20. It made me happier than it should have. I'm becoming girlier by the minute, I worry about what to wear, buy shoes, and have an interesting array of make-up. Oh, dear god.
9.) Have to re-start the "getting healthy" thing. Its like the smoking thing... every time life gets stressy we quit and cave in to the fat-kid brain that rules our lives. MUST TO IGNORE THE FAT KID IN OUR HEADS. Speaking of, I should probably make Alan's lunch before he gets here so he doesn't say, "Want me to run to McDonalds?" and my laziness agrees.
10.) Halloween is coming, expect bizarre Halloween updates. What's really sad is there's like 53 days until Halloween and we still haven't picked costumes. Last year we had an excuse, with that wedding thing that was making us crazy. Feel free to give me suggestions. Alan's work has a competition... I NEED TO MAKE WHATEVER HIS COSTUME WILL BE THE MOST AWESOME THING IN THE WORLD. Dude, its like a $50 or $100 gift certificate to Best Buy and my computer could really use a new video card in THE WORST way. So suggestions for Alan's costume as well. I suggested Ninja Turtle or Pylon (the orange things on the side of the road) but have yet to have him decide on anything. He's thinking Samurai or Pirate. I usually manage to semi-coordinate my costume to his, so after he decides I have the talent to throw something together for myself.... but it doesn't have to be that way. I'm thinking wicked witch as my panic costume. Or I can do the Nun thing again. I dunno. SUGGEST.
2.) Alan and I have really gotten into some TV shows lately. Psych specifically, which is pretty funny. The main guy in it reminds me ALOT of my brother, Max. I'm waiting on the Bones premier so I can get my sexual tension fix. I caught up on my House episodes. We missed out on alot not having TV.
3.) Went home a while back. Kinda wanted to kill myself. Got to spend time with Boah's girlfriend, Stevi, whom I affectionately call Steve. And Mom demanded I take a pee test on the spot. It did NOT make me feel good about myself. It was otherwise a good trip, but ma and I got into a fight on the last day, which was, of course, fantastic, and par for that relationship. As usual, its because we're both stubborn and we both have a line of shit you cannot do. I just recognise that everyone's personal line is less like a line and more like a rubber band. You can pull it in and push it out depending on who is speaking and about what. All rubber bands have their limits. Some a less stretchy, some are WAY MORE stretchy... I 'm fucking stern on some things, totally flexible on others. Mom... tends to think that my (and pretty much everyone's) rubber band will stretch far enough to encompass anything she says, and while I was up there, my rubber band and I snapped. I was mad, I spoke clearly and concisely, and told her the rubber band was done. She basically told me that said rubber band was moody. Again, her saying that was par for the course.
4.) I spent the last couple of weeks panicking over what to wear to my sister in law's wedding, only to have then spent the time fixing a dress, panicking summore, buying an outfit for Alan and he and I arrived in PERFECT adorable wedding attire... only to be completely overdressed compared to everyone else there. IRONY BLOWS. Eh, Hindsight tells me I should have realized many of the friends and relatives of the groom were.... "Wedding flannel" wearing tobacco-chewers.Suffice to say, I was pissed at myself for trying so hard (in-law curse, gotta try hard or be hated... a lot) and just relaxed and tried to enjoy myself. I wound up chasing my three nephews around the room for about an hour, playing "You're Evil... EAT THE CANDY" which is confusing but makes sense if you're me, 9, 7 or 5.
5.) I need a job. Its been said before, and I'm going to keep looking and sending out that crappy looking resume. I just really REALLY don't want to resort to another grocery store, fast food or Wal-mart. I haven't worked in a grocery store since I was 16, and I would really rather not go back. As money goes, though, so must my pride. I am, however, not going to work at a fast-food joint full time. OH NO.
6.) We have a puppy. His name is Mouse, and he's very possibly the best puppy ever. Way ahead on potty training and commands for a little 3 month old. Watching Chewy and Mouse play is HILARIOUS. Chewy just plops down in the middle of the living room, sometimes on his side, belly or just sitting... and Mouse runs around him like crazy. Chewy considers it whack-a-mole. Thwap! Rose and the dog have more of a cat-and-mouse relationship, only the cat is the mouse and Mouse is the cat. ...So I guess the normal, cartoony, cat and dog relationship. Except that she went into heat and he took the male cat... duties. It was creepy and wrong on A WHOLE LOT of levels.
7.) My husband is awesome. He just is. Sorry. I love him. There's very little that ISN'T awesome about him. When I'm all panicy, he does anything he can to help it subside. Ug. Who else would put up with my wide array of crap? Only a saint. A horrible, horrible saint.
8.) There was a shoe sale. I got two pairs of awesome pumps for $20. It made me happier than it should have. I'm becoming girlier by the minute, I worry about what to wear, buy shoes, and have an interesting array of make-up. Oh, dear god.
9.) Have to re-start the "getting healthy" thing. Its like the smoking thing... every time life gets stressy we quit and cave in to the fat-kid brain that rules our lives. MUST TO IGNORE THE FAT KID IN OUR HEADS. Speaking of, I should probably make Alan's lunch before he gets here so he doesn't say, "Want me to run to McDonalds?" and my laziness agrees.
10.) Halloween is coming, expect bizarre Halloween updates. What's really sad is there's like 53 days until Halloween and we still haven't picked costumes. Last year we had an excuse, with that wedding thing that was making us crazy. Feel free to give me suggestions. Alan's work has a competition... I NEED TO MAKE WHATEVER HIS COSTUME WILL BE THE MOST AWESOME THING IN THE WORLD. Dude, its like a $50 or $100 gift certificate to Best Buy and my computer could really use a new video card in THE WORST way. So suggestions for Alan's costume as well. I suggested Ninja Turtle or Pylon (the orange things on the side of the road) but have yet to have him decide on anything. He's thinking Samurai or Pirate. I usually manage to semi-coordinate my costume to his, so after he decides I have the talent to throw something together for myself.... but it doesn't have to be that way. I'm thinking wicked witch as my panic costume. Or I can do the Nun thing again. I dunno. SUGGEST.