Gotta Stay Postive

I evidently very much fail at this whole "keeping a blog" thing. I think I'm supposed to actually post on a regular basis. Much like I'm supposed to actually water my plants. Instead, I seem to carrying out a not-very-well-regulated experiment on how many times one can bring basil back from the brink of death.

Life ... continues. I work, I eat, I shower, I knit, I read, I waste hours online, I go to bed way too late. Lather, rinse, repeat. (How many people actually do repeat?)

I have two scratches caused by a cat chasing another cat.

I am evidently a grown-up in that I want a vacuum cleaner attachment for my birthday.

I have now played laser tag while wearing a suit twice. Some of my friends are crazy enough to not only indulge me with such hair-brained ideas, but to do so twice. And to eat dinner at strange places such as a pub located inside a grocery store. In suits.

My family spends way too much time at IKEA. I realized this when a few of us randomly decided to go tonight ... and ran into two more. Either that, or we're all part of a hive mind and should start to wear tin-foil hats.

My best friend is getting married in October. I am maid of honor. This means that one: YAY! Wedding! and that two: I have to plan a bridal shower and a bachelorette party. I think I have a better handle on the bachelorette party. Alcohol, a penis-shaped object or five, make t-shirts before heading out. Bridal shower, however, will require invitations and a location and a date and and and. Blargh. I'd say good thing I love her, but she's helped me move many, many times. Even helped me get a couch stuck halfway in and halfway out of my apartment. (And thankfully, unstuck once we sawed off 1/2" of a corner...) I guess I owe her. And hey, excuse to wear a awesome dress! And maybe even some pearls.

I need to start taking pictures again.

a comparison

in the snow.


in the rain.


Not the exact same view, but the same trees and fence line are obscured by shit falling from the sky.


I almost like the snow better, as it didn't leave me without power (and a cold beer) for 30 hours.

Silver Linings?

I've developed great reaction speeds to hearing the kitten throwing up. As this happens on a very regular basis, I've had lots of chances to hone my reaction time.

So has the kitten.

The good news? Chasing him around the apartment tends to prevent him from throwing up. Or, I manage to catch him in time to get him over a tile surface.

Don't Rain On My Parade

Dear horses, Why do you all seem to drink more water when it is raining out? Does the sound of rain makes you thirsty? in wonderment, the bringer of noms, wrangler of hoses, and shoveler of poop. Dear CCLS, Requiring my full name, library card number, AND a PIN just pisses me off. Mostly because the odds of me actually remembering the entirety of my library card number are slim-to-none and since you require three fields, my web browser doesn't recognize the info as a password and thus, won't save it. Also, renting out DVDs disc by disc and NOT specifying VERY CLEARLY in the online catalog which disc is which is just cruel. And I used to wonder why I never make time to go to the library... a MLS graduate who greatly dislikes your system. Dear body, Get with the program. These random aches and pains? I'm going to ignore them until I can't, and then I just throw ibuprofen at them anyway. Don't you like your daily vitamin? And all the water I've been managing to drink? Oh, you just want warm weather again. I'll see what I can do about that. the person who has no say in this matter, evidently. Dear cats, When you jump up on the bathroom sink and yell at me, I assume you want a drink. If you want something else, such as attention or love, don't demand it on the bathroom sink. You and I speak different languages and I'm doing my best here. Oh, and kitten? Stop sneaking into my purse to fish out the ball of yarn. the person who knows full well that she's not actually in charge. Dear weather, I'm tired of having to change my underwear and pants multiple times a day. Please to be stopping with the multiple-day rain storms, mkay? Also, isn't it spring? Shouldn't there be a few awesome days of great weather? the person who is tired of wearing a load of laundry a day. 

On that first night

There is a lot of snow on the ground. Too much snow. Way, way too much snow when you have to shovel it and plow it and there is no where for it to go. Good news is that it is already melting. Bad news is that those puddles are currently frozen. I am refusing to take bets as to how many times I fall tomorrow morning though.

Pictures:

It's A Small World After All

Back in May of 2009, my father and I saw the following vehicle in Shop Rite's parking lot:

I am fairly certain I saw it AGAIN, tonight.  Either that, or there are two minivans in this area that are running around with a piece of siding replacing the fender.  I really do wonder if that passes inspection or if they just haven't had to have the car inspected again yet.

Quote

"The best moments in reading are when you come across something--a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things--that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out, and taken yours."

-Alan Bennett, The History Boys

Random thoughts

Does oil evaporate?

How long do "Blind child" or "Deaf child" signs remain up? I assume that the family has to ask for the signs, but what happens if the family moves? When the child is 25? Does the local township keep track of these things, or can you probably ignore 30% of such signs?

Who came up with the idea of cooking tapoica? Did they realize it is poisonious raw?

Sunbathing in britches and half-chaps isn't quite the same as laying on a beach, but I'll take it. Especially in January.

Well, then.

I started the day by accidently throwing Honey Nut Cheerios at my boss as she drove us to the barn and I ended the day by accidently locking her dog out of the house.

I'd ask if it is tomorrow yet, but tomorrow starts at 5am.

Somedays, happiness is as simple as a hot shower at the end of a long, but good day. Sore muscles, because they've been used. Falling asleep without difficulty when you lay down because you've done a hard day's work. 

Curling up in bed with a good book. (The only thing that is missing is a purring kitteh or four. ) 

I'm in Florida but it is hard to tell at night. There has been frost on the ground in the mornings and I'm wearing just as much clothing here as I normally do at home. But it made it past 50F today, and it is sunny. Plus, the sun sets later in the day. 

Right now, I'd say there's a chance of making it through this winter without my seasonal major blahs. The sun helps. The warm helps. The job helps. 

It is good to be me. Even if I am way behind on the Christmas knitting.