So far, still an adult. Mostly.
So many interesting responses to yesterday's post about curiosity re: venipuncture! I never thought about how paramedics would have to be super good at starting IVs in a moving vehicle. Thanks for all the insight! Also, my mom confirmed on FB that I never made a fuss about having blood drawn and would always watch. That was reassuring; you know how sometimes you remember yourself as a kid differently than you were? Good to know I was right about this, at least.
Day Two of Being an Adult is going okay. I slept in a little but but was still out of the house before eight, with a lunch packed and a piece of peanut butter toast, AND I didn't forget the package I have to mail. Not that it helped me much; there was an accident on 270 and it took me over half an hour to get to work so I didn't arrive until 8:45. Oh well. Also didn't quite make the bed. But last night I did both the tasks I set myself, namely one more load of laundry and to gather up the consignment clothes, which turned out to be a bigger deal than I thought because holy mother of God there were a lot of clothes. I'd been saving them because the store won't take off-season clothes (understandably) so I had a bunch of sweaters and stuff from last year that have been chillin' in the basement waiting for it to be fall. Which theoretically it now is, although it's supposed to get up to ninety degrees today. I'd finished All the Laundry and then decided to launder the wubbies.
I seem to be the only person who uses that word. Wubbies. Alternative spelling = woobies. As in, to refer to couch-sized blankets you keep in the living room to snuggle up with while reading or watching TV or napping. It's a well known term in the House of Lori. I have two, a generic sort of thermal blanket of the sort you get rolled up at Target, and one that my grandmother knitted for me, which has a label on it that she embroidered. That's the favorite wubbie. I get a little nervous about it getting damaged and think maybe I should put it away, but heck, she knitted it intending it to be used, so I'm using it..
My dad was, I think, the originator of the term "wubbie." Or if he wasn't, he was one of its more frequent users. Dad loves his wubbies. I remember one year Mom bought him a new wubbie for the couch. It was knit but the knit was a little thinner than he was used to (we had a lot of chunky-afghan wubbies in our house that various people had knitted out of horrendous synthetic yarn and they were heavy, man) and it was a tad small to be comfortably wrapped around anybody. This wubbie was dubbed the Wussy Wubbie, and none would deign to use it. I have the Wussy Wubbie now, it's up in my bedroom.
Random TV comments: I am not watching any new shows yet. These days of downloading and Hulu make it safe to hold off until I hear through the Internet Oracle which shows are good, then I can get caught up and start watching if I want. "Criminal Mind" premiered last night. It was okay. Still pissed that JJ is leaving the show. I admit it's soured me a little on it, coupled with what they did to Paget Brewster. But "Mentalist" starts up tonight, yay. But it appears that this season we have another crop of shows that are Trying To Be "Lost." That happened the first season after "Lost" premiered when suddenly serialized dramas were every-flipping-where.
Random music comments: While driving to our hike last weekend Donna and I agreed that we both hate the fact that we like the new Maroon 5 song. That Alexa Ray Joel song sounds like the pop version of a Disney musical song. I'm inexplicably enraged by the new Plain White T's song. And have you guys heard Brandon Flowers' new solo stuff? It is so eighties, I can't even talk about it. It literally sounds like it was beamed here from 1985. I kind of dig the new Linkin Park stuff, too. I gotta quit listening to the morning show on my way to work because I end up with "Teenage Dream" in my head all day, and oh em gee the torture.
Day Two of Being an Adult is going okay. I slept in a little but but was still out of the house before eight, with a lunch packed and a piece of peanut butter toast, AND I didn't forget the package I have to mail. Not that it helped me much; there was an accident on 270 and it took me over half an hour to get to work so I didn't arrive until 8:45. Oh well. Also didn't quite make the bed. But last night I did both the tasks I set myself, namely one more load of laundry and to gather up the consignment clothes, which turned out to be a bigger deal than I thought because holy mother of God there were a lot of clothes. I'd been saving them because the store won't take off-season clothes (understandably) so I had a bunch of sweaters and stuff from last year that have been chillin' in the basement waiting for it to be fall. Which theoretically it now is, although it's supposed to get up to ninety degrees today. I'd finished All the Laundry and then decided to launder the wubbies.
I seem to be the only person who uses that word. Wubbies. Alternative spelling = woobies. As in, to refer to couch-sized blankets you keep in the living room to snuggle up with while reading or watching TV or napping. It's a well known term in the House of Lori. I have two, a generic sort of thermal blanket of the sort you get rolled up at Target, and one that my grandmother knitted for me, which has a label on it that she embroidered. That's the favorite wubbie. I get a little nervous about it getting damaged and think maybe I should put it away, but heck, she knitted it intending it to be used, so I'm using it..
My dad was, I think, the originator of the term "wubbie." Or if he wasn't, he was one of its more frequent users. Dad loves his wubbies. I remember one year Mom bought him a new wubbie for the couch. It was knit but the knit was a little thinner than he was used to (we had a lot of chunky-afghan wubbies in our house that various people had knitted out of horrendous synthetic yarn and they were heavy, man) and it was a tad small to be comfortably wrapped around anybody. This wubbie was dubbed the Wussy Wubbie, and none would deign to use it. I have the Wussy Wubbie now, it's up in my bedroom.
Random TV comments: I am not watching any new shows yet. These days of downloading and Hulu make it safe to hold off until I hear through the Internet Oracle which shows are good, then I can get caught up and start watching if I want. "Criminal Mind" premiered last night. It was okay. Still pissed that JJ is leaving the show. I admit it's soured me a little on it, coupled with what they did to Paget Brewster. But "Mentalist" starts up tonight, yay. But it appears that this season we have another crop of shows that are Trying To Be "Lost." That happened the first season after "Lost" premiered when suddenly serialized dramas were every-flipping-where.
Random music comments: While driving to our hike last weekend Donna and I agreed that we both hate the fact that we like the new Maroon 5 song. That Alexa Ray Joel song sounds like the pop version of a Disney musical song. I'm inexplicably enraged by the new Plain White T's song. And have you guys heard Brandon Flowers' new solo stuff? It is so eighties, I can't even talk about it. It literally sounds like it was beamed here from 1985. I kind of dig the new Linkin Park stuff, too. I gotta quit listening to the morning show on my way to work because I end up with "Teenage Dream" in my head all day, and oh em gee the torture.