Is it bad that I chug my coffee?? It was hot when I left the house, but by the time I got in my car, to work and walked inside, it's basically lukewarm - all in a span of about 10 minutes. So I was just chugging it down and realized that most people probably don't do that. Bwahahahaha.
It's 16 degrees outside, not including the wind chill factor. 16 degrees. Snow possible on Friday and Saturday. This is when I wish we had a house and a fireplace and were independently wealthy and did not leave the home unless bored.
I have noticed on Goodreads that a lot of the "Discussion" activity in my updates feed is about word games. Now, I love word games but wow it's like every single thing is about that. So I switched to the "Updates" and yay there is more interesting things :) My goal is to write 1 book review a day, on all the books I've already read. More if I can, but I am not going to stress myself out over it. Especially since I have quite a bit to catch up on.
So one of the books I was supposed read for a GoodReads author has it on hold, due to all the other reviews and whatnot, because she wants to re-write some of it and the re-release it. Which is cool by me. I hope book 2 is better than book 1.
I need more sleep. I think I might go to bed super early tonight, because damn - walking zombie here - shit I need to put some form of make up on so I don't scare people. You know, it's almost kind of freaky HOW MUCH a little eye liner makes me look different. Ohhhh, I should take before and after pictures and post those so you can see what I mean. Or in stages. Hmmm. Maybe if I chug more coffee.
My knee hurts today :( I hate my knee, it's kind of evil. Stupid arthritis. Stupid knee. I guess it's the cold weather. Or how I sit with one foot always under my other knee/leg. Because, seriously, who sits straight up with the legs x length apart and all proper? Who? I have never seen anyone do that.
Oh so when the MIL came over the other day I was showing her all the Brats baby pictures and it was pretty pathetic. Almost NONE of them are in an album (wait, I do have albums but not sure where they are, damn) but the point is we have A LOT of pictures that I really should do something with. SOMETHING. The few we did have in little frames I stole and brought to work. I don't care that my kid is now several years old, he's cute :)
And as I look at one of them I realize that he's sleeping on my purple blanket and it was about 5 years ago and don't I deserve a new purple blanket now? I still love mine, but I think I want one of those seriously to die for soft ones we saw at JC Penny's. I am pretty sure this is the one: Royal Velvet. I am not sure if I want the Steel or Purple one. I've added it to my to buy list - which I really should write down and not just have as this little pop up inside my head. You see, I am a bit of a blanket whore. I love love love blankets. I love texture and softness and just having them makes me feel better. I need a freaking trunk/chest to keep them in too. Ohhh I just had an idea. My friend in TN is all about building things. I wonder if I can convince him (which should be easy to be honest) to build one for me. The hard part will be getting it here and putting it somewhere in our apartment. Wait, I bet if he made it somewhat like a bench we could be in the foyer. I wonder how hard it would be to put some pagan style engravings on it. I guess I need to email him and see if it's possible!! And also figure out just how many blankets we have right now...
I need a new blanket. I need that new Royal Velvet super plushy blanket. In Steel (I think)
Construction workers are here, thankfully the high pitch buzz from some drill is not going on at the moment, it was when I first walked in. Joys. Wait wait, would that be a buzz kill? ... >.<
I think the coffee/caffine is wearing off. Therefore it's time to work. I think. Maybe. Or maybe, I need to take a nap and then drink more coffee. Or maybe, I will pretend I am not exhausted and have energy and that I want to be here.
I wish I knew how to sleep with my eyes open.
That would be cool.
i got a really warm blanket from Target. I don't like the color, as it's not pink enough, but it's warm. It doesn't match my room, so I just use it in the common living areas of the house. What do I care about the living or family room looking nice? As long as my room has everything matching perfectly, I'm happy.
ReplyDeleteMy mom is really bad about scrap-booking and putting photos into albums. It just isn't her thing. my brother and I are 18. The only scrapbooks or albums we have are ones my aunt has made for us.
you drink whatever amount of a given beverage you're going to drink. I don't think it matters if you chug, sip through a straw, or whatever. i did watch a really bitchy lady on that Wife Swapping show who forced her husband to drink his coffee through a straw so it wouldn't discolor his teeth. Seriously. If she wants to drink her own coffee through a straw, more power to her, but her husband is a big boy and should be allowed to drink his coffee any way he chooses.
i knocked of one essay, one research paper, and a novel for my regional American lit class (Go Down, Moses) which was depressing but otherwise not bad.
LOL I don't care where my blankets are so much (though the husband does a bit more) as long as I have them when I want them. Which reminds me, I have a soft and warm one that I need to wash (it has to go to the laundry mat because it bleeding huge).
DeleteYeah, I suck in the picture areas as well. I just need someone else to sit with me when I do it I think...I hope...
Yep, still chugging the coffee :) and I can't imagine drinkng any hot beverage through a straw. That's, that's weird.
Good for you! :D
OMG, that BLANKET!
ReplyDeleteHubby would so shake his head at me if I said I was getting another blanket... I have a bagillion of them. We have this ottoman in the living room that's a storage thingie inside. I rotate which blankets I use in there (based on how stupid hot or chilly it is outside), but then I always have a couple others laying around, too. All the soft blankets... I want to curl up and read, now. >.< Alas...there's work to be done!
As for chugging coffee? That's how I do it! I never get around to my coffee when it's still warm. :( Maybe I need a better coffee thermos thing... Regardless, I'm with you on the chugging thing. If it's cooled enough to go down that easy, why not?!
Yes, this blanket is the BOMB. I want it.
DeleteYou and I must be sisters separated at some point. I need an ottoman or some kind of trunk or something. Or perhaps several somethings!!
Yay! We're chugging :D Life is good, well when there is coffee at least.
We got our ottoman thingie from Ikea. It wasn't even one of the worst pieces we've gotten as far as putting it together, and it's VERY handy. Although, we did have to get some disk things to put on it's feet because it didn't like sliding across the carpet. Several something is always nice. I like options. ;)
DeleteI used to have a really nifty cedar chest. I truly don't remember what happened to it. I'm guessing it's one of the pieces my mother took with her when she up and left, though. She took lots of things like that for taking to the pawn shop. Bleh. I may need to acquire another one, now. I so love the smell of cedar chests...
All the coffee chugging! It's awesome! Although, I have done it a couple times before even sipping it was a good idea? That's not quite as awesome. I try to be more careful, now. >.<
I nearly suggested that we ought to come up with a secret handshake for the Separated Earlier In Life Club, but alas. That might not work via text, huh?
The nearest IKEA is 1.5 hours away, some maybe some weekend we want to visit family we should see what they have. But I agree with you, cedar does smell nice. I just wished the damned things weren't so expensive!
DeleteYou mother sounds like my brothers. My mother was a sociopath though, I think.
Yes, I've done it a time or 4 when it was too hot to chug. It's not quite that much fun, as you've said. I think I lost taste buds on my tongue from that...
LOL, can we have our own language or code words or something then? That would work :)
Yeah... Our nearest Ikea is about 3 hours away. Not as convenient as when I was in Minnesota and it was just a few miles down the road. =P (Although, that was almost TOO convenient!)
DeleteMy mother had a list of diagnoses that I found out (once I became a therapist myself) could not exist along side one another. My conclusion? They couldn't figure out what was wrong with her, either.
Secret languages are awesome! Did you ever do that as a kid? Set up secret languages with friends for writing notes back and forth? Only, then you'd lose the key to it, and you couldn't make out a darn thing they wrote? So they ended up just having to write it regular anyway? Or, maybe I was the only one irresponsible enough to lose the key... Hm.
I wish ours was closer because then we might not have to buy so much as once and maybe pay that $99 fee for delivery (outside whatever the radius is). We've done that once when I first moved here and we needed 3 rooms of furniture...
DeleteMy mother, well, she was fine and nothing was wrong with her, ever. She was just a poor victim and it's not HER fault. Something must be wrong with *everyone* else, it's not her....awww poor her. Ugh. She got her degree in Psychology in early 60's. My dad is 7 years younger than her (and the same age as my uncle-her brother-mind you) and my parents started dating when he was 15 and she 22. Ahem. Oh but wait, HE's the controlling one. It's all HIS fault. Crazy lady suffice it to say. Very smart (very scary smart) but sick.
Well, hmmm, as a kid - well at least up til age 7.5 - we moved a lot and really only my siblings were my friends. So. No, but I wish I had that type of experience!! I had some rather interesting other ones .... I should write a book about that shit...
Those delivery fees are no joke outside the radius. I can see how they'd be worth if it you were getting 3 rooms of stuff, though!
DeleteI see where you're going about your mother, there. Nothing wrong with her, always everyone else. Did she also do the whole "I'm going to just keep my world small" thing? (Sorry if that's prying. The approach on life sounds familiar.) 15 and 22... Yikes. You know? Lots of people would take jabs at that. "Dude was sooo lucky! Older woman to teach him things!" I can't stand that mentality. It's just not okay. :(
I hear you on the moving thing. I was a Navy brat. No siblings, but I did have a couple of imaginary friends that followed me around until about the age of 11 when someone shamed me about them... I was really lucky, though. It's different for military kids that get to live on base. We were all in the same boat. It was a lot harder moving into a new place once Dad was out of the military and all the kids had grown up together. That wasn't an experience I savor. Also, life stories do make for some interesting fodder in books... "Write what you know," and that kind of thing.