Because I might just be crazy?
I joined a NaBloPoMo group called Blog 365 back in November, then officially joined their Blog 365 ning group just now, when NaBloPoMo reminded me about it. Crazy? Probably. But my ass works best when being pushed. As a bonus, they’re giving February 29th as a free day, which means that I get my anniversary off! Woo! Yeah, we’ve been married almost 4 years, and are getting excited to be celebrating our first wedding anniversary. He’s pushing for a nice vacation, but all I really want is to get some expensive, professional portraits done, since we’ve never had any made before. I’m not counting wedding photos.
Merry Christmas!
In the house for just a moment between brunch and dinner. Rush, rush, rush, all we do is rush. Sing that sentence to the tune of Dead, Dead, Dead from Mr. Hankey’s Christmas Classics.
I hope you’re all having a very wonderful day, whether you celebrate Christmas or something else. Ack! I’m late. Goodbye!
Almost over
Silly me, thinking I would have time for writing things on the computer during this glorious holiday weekend! What was I thinking?
We spent Friday night out with my best friend, then spent all day yesterday shopping. I’m mostly done, I just need one thing for my dad.
My bosses completely spoiled me with gifts, then gave me a Christmas bonus on top of it. They’re truly the best!
We’re about to run out again, first to take gifts to work (I didn’t know I would be off on Monday, so I didn’t take them on Friday), then to Wal-Mart (god help us) to pick up something for Dad and a few groceries for us. Maybe tonight, maybe, I’ll have a spare moment to write? That would be awesome.
Alive, but nearly dead from Christmasing
Is it over yet?
I’ve always loved Christmas, but maybe there is such a thing as too much. We’ve always done one Christmas with my parents, and one with his family. Easy enough, right? Well, not always easy, but at least it’s just two events. This year, however, we seem to be going for some kind of record.
There was the real estate office party, the HOA party, the party at the City Councilman’s house, and J’s Office party. Still to come, there’s Christmas Eve dinner at his parents’ house, Christmas Morning brunch at his grandmother’s house, and Christmas dinner at my parent’s house. And I have to go visit Santa Claus at work tomorrow, so I’m totally counting that as yet another holiday function. And did I mention the holiday dance at his grandma’s independent living home?
So if my posting is slacking, I do apologize. December is kind of slow around here (the site, NOT life!), but I plan to have it kicking ass in the new year. More ass than ever. Really. I haven’t been able to afford to switch hosts yet, but perhaps some Christmas money will come in and I can get that done. I’m studying design books too, so maybe this will finally be THE time that the site sticks with me. I’d like to stick with it. NaBloPoMo made me love it even more. I thought about joining Blog 365, but I’m a bit scared!
A special note to you, my favorite lone reader: I read your About Me and would like to talk to you about some similarities and some possible something. Mysterious, I know. I think I have your email address probably from comments, but if you don’t hear from me, could you email thechick@this domain name?
Seen on a sign
Gift cards are impersonal
Unless their from Pappadeaux’s!Â
Now, what’s wrong with this picture? Let me count. One, we were taught there/their/they’re rules in elementary school. Two, the restaurant’s name is actually Pappadeaux. And three, said restaurant actually paid someone to put this up, someone who should, perhaps, be doing something inside the building that doesn’t require writing? Oh, and four, it is rude and assuming. Okay, maybe I threw that in just because I hate seafood, but I stand by it.
I’m going to try to drive by again during the daytime to get a picture. It will be even better if it’s still there three days after I first saw it!
New addiction
I always loved cutting out intricate snowflakes. Now I can do them online! This site is my new best friend. Kind of. The controls are a bit difficult, but maybe that’s the alcohol. No, no, I was sober this afternoon and it was difficult then too. It’s a good concept, though, and worth checking out.
Wind, wind, go away
I get headaches much too often, but I do believe that this morning was a first. I got a headache from – wait for it – the WIND. Yes, the wind. It is blowing SO hard outside! It’s echoing throughout the whole house. I’ve never heard it this bad before. I’m putting off all my errands, because who wants to go out in that shit? My hair…yikes. My hair is down to my lower back, and it’s bad enough on a mildly windy day. A ponytail won’t work in this weather. I’m going to have to go for the severe bun. Aye. Driving is going to be a bitch too, what with my cheap little Escort. J will just have to suck it up and go with me to the bread store. His Explorer will fare much better out there.
We went to our 2nd Christmas party of the season on Thursday night, this time for our HOA. No alcohol, but not too bad. Nothing crazy. We tried introducing my best friend, who just moved in, to all of our neighbors. She pulled me aside and asked, glancing around at all the older people, “Is this turnout pretty representative of the population of this place?” I said, “Absolutely. And I love it,” because I do. I love living amongst old people. It’s quiet, there are no obnoxious children running around, no crazy teenagers with their bad driving and loud music, no real problems. We’ve had problems in the past, but they’ve moved on. Does it make us strange, being 26 and 32, to prefer living with older people? I don’t think so, but maybe.
Yes, ma’am
I mean, I was going to post tonight anyway. Really! I swear! I would have done it last night, but I was j u s t s o t i r e d.
We went to a Christmas party at a huge local realtor’s office last night. Drunken professional people, what fun! J does a lot of business with this people, so it was pretty important that we show up. It was catered by some fancy seafood restaurant, with an open bar and everything. Not that it did me much good, seeing as I hate fish and had to drive home, but I’m sure it was good for some people. I ate dessert. Waaaay too much dessert…why, oh why, did I skip dinner and then go to this thing? (Hint: I thought they were catering something edible!) I wasn’t too bad though, because the scales this morning were actually less than they’ve been all week, so take THAT, Christmas cakes!
So, the wife of Big Boss Realtor told all the other realtors (at least 20 of them) that they had to decorate their offices for the holidays, and there would be prizes. Of course, this amounted to silly rivalries and pranks! My two favorite guys over there were in direct competition with one another, each trying to win this thing. I gave them each advice on how to further decorate their office in order to win. Tee hee hee. Realtor One had the better office, so he would have had my vote, but Realtor Two was handing out peppermint bark, which I happen to love. Decisions, decisions. Luckily, I don’t even get to vote. Now, where was my point? I know I had one around here just a minute ago…
Ah, yes. So, when Realtor One was off socializing, someone toilet papered his office. Really. We didn’t believe him until they showed us the pile of paper in the trash can. Then J got the blame, of course. We were nowhere around, but it was his fault. Because everything, always, is always his fault. Realtor One and J are good buddies in their offtime, as well as professionally, and R.One always blames J before considering any other suspects. I can see why, but he really didn’t do it! We were across the parking lot in his own office at the time, just…sitting quietly in the dark. Popcorn. Yes, we were eating popcorn. Moving along!
So time goes by, and we’re walking down the back hall after visiting R.Two, and we walk by R.One’s office and do a double-take (double double-takes?) Someone had toilet papered Realtor One’s office again! We tracked him down, laughing, and tell him, and of course, he blames us, because obviously, if we had done it, the first thing we would have done is track him down and report ourselves. But you know, there’s just no reasoning with drunken realtors. J kindly pointed out that if he had done it, it would have been a hell of a lot more white in there, we’re talking floor to ceiling paper. R.One conceded that he already knew this to be true, because J never half-asses anything. So, so true. Except for home improvement. Honey? It was sweet of you to start priming the kitchen walls, it really was, but I think 4 months is a long enough break. Maybe we could finish priming and paint them? Maybe, just maybe?
Problems
Not real problems, just posting problems. Writing problems. I know I haven’t been posting nearly as much as I should, and I feel horrible about it. I have lots of excuses valid reasons, so take your pick:
1) My best friend just moved into my neighborhood, and her internet wasn’t hooked up yet. She works from home, so I agreed to let her come over here and use our internet connection. It was cool, but I can’t really write in front of other people, so I got no work done.
2) In general, the laptop is a bit of a writing hindrance, because I am able to be on the computer at the same time as J. That’s nice and all, except that I need privacy to write, so I end up having less time alone with two computers than I did when I just ran him out of the room to post.
3) NaBloPoMo, though a right pain in the ass at times, was apparently an excellent way to keeping my ass writing. I mean, I had to write every day, so I had no option of just doing it tomorrow. Arg. I need that structure back. Or the promise of a chance at prizes. I love prizes. I never get them, but in theory I love them.
4) J was gone all week, then came back Friday night. That should explain the weekend absence, yes?
So there you have it. Four good reasons why I haven’t been around. Now I’ve just got to work out solutions to the problems. I wish I had the internet at work, so I could write during naptime, but alas, I do not. I have typed into notepad, but it’s just not the same. I’ll get it figured out, though. Don’t count me out of the blogging game quite yet. I promise, I’ll be back and better than ever! But for now, I’ve got to feed the ferrets and get to bed. Ta!
