Notes on the rest of today

All in all, today was a good day, in the words of Ice Cube.

While it proved too hot and busy to get the vacuuming done like I wanted, I did get my laundry put away and my room more or less clean. Also considering it cracked 85 today, I made the executive decision to strip my bed, pull off the electric blanket and put it away for the season. Not seeing much of a need to pre-toast my bed until winter, and well, considering by the time it gets ass cold again I'll have moved in with The Human Furnace, I doubt I'll need it as a mattress pad. Might be banished to extra-blanket land in which case. Which is fine by me - toasty bed is wonderful and all, but I won't exactly miss feeling the heat coils.

cell23 subjected me to Dead Alive (Yeah I had no idea Peter Jackson had done a zombie movie before LOTR) while we were waiting for chirping_monkey to show up with the kids. It's been a very long time since a movie made me go "GAAAAAAGH! EWWW!" out loud. Like I actually caught myself gagging a couple of times watching it. That said, it was also really funny, but GAH EW.

I realized while reading Google News this morning that the Kentucky Derby was today (it's early this year, innit? or am I on crack?) Called Dad to make sure he knew about it and got his voice mail, then called him again after the fanfare in time to have him sing "My Old Kentucky Home" to me over the phone. I know, a horse race is an odd thing for me to be watching, but it was a big Mom thing, so Dad and I keep up the tradition when we can. Also seeing the huge fancy hats strengthened my resolve to own one large ridiculous Sunday Best hat someday. Also appropriate icon is appropriate.

Speaking of hats, that was the reason Kidzilla was wearing the cowboy hat. I dragged out a couple of mine for the kids to try on while they were over. There's another pic of Kidzilla attempting to try on my top hat, but her entire head is swallowed up in it, so all you see is that hat resting on her shoulders.

Can I just say that there probably aren't enough drugs in the world to make Spongebob Squarepants not hurt my brain whenever I attempt to watch it? That said, if I ever have major surgery again (knock on wood that I won't have to but still) remind me to try watching it while hopped up on morphine, I imagine that would actually be fun.

Ended up having a bit of a solo adventure tonight after the kids went home, as I did indeed decide that Claritin-D was essential to surviving tonight (fucking lilacs, DIE). The adventure part came in when after driving down to the CVS on University Drive to discover to my dismay that the pharmacy there closed at 6 (I didn't get there until 8:15ish) I decided fuck it and drove all the way to the 24 hour one in Greenfield. Finding the damn place in the dark was a bit of a challenge, but I did indeed manage. Still, my not quite dormant inner city girl is a bit appalled by the lengths necessary to get some goddamn antihistamine with whatever that stuff is that they don't let you walk out of a drugstore with more than 15 tablets of anymore at 8pm. Thoughts along the lines of "What savage philistine backwater do I live in where a) the goddamn pharmacy closes at 6 on Saturday b) where I can't get any damn decongestant without signing away my life and firstborn c) to an actual pharmacist now? what happened to being able to get it at the regular counter??? Christ, way to fucking make allergy season harder on me, you goddamn meth heads. Oh well, at least I know where the 24 hour CVS is now. And all things considered? it's a marvelous night for a moondance drive. And lo! For the first time in almost a month, I am not sniffly and itchy at all, just a bit sore from all the sneezing and scratching earlier. Better living through chemistry indeed.

Did some picture housekeeping tonight, and I only have to make up 6 365 pics before I'm caught up. I'll do that this week.

How is it 1am already? and I'm not sleepy, though that may have something to do with having slept until 11 this morning. I guess off to work on casting off Bowser some more...

Notes on the rest of today

All in all, today was a good day, in the words of Ice Cube.

While it proved too hot and busy to get the vacuuming done like I wanted, I did get my laundry put away and my room more or less clean. Also considering it cracked 85 today, I made the executive decision to strip my bed, pull off the electric blanket and put it away for the season. Not seeing much of a need to pre-toast my bed until winter, and well, considering by the time it gets ass cold again I'll have moved in with The Human Furnace, I doubt I'll need it as a mattress pad. Might be banished to extra-blanket land in which case. Which is fine by me - toasty bed is wonderful and all, but I won't exactly miss feeling the heat coils.

cell23 subjected me to Dead Alive (Yeah I had no idea Peter Jackson had done a zombie movie before LOTR) while we were waiting for chirping_monkey to show up with the kids. It's been a very long time since a movie made me go "GAAAAAAGH! EWWW!" out loud. Like I actually caught myself gagging a couple of times watching it. That said, it was also really funny, but GAH EW.

I realized while reading Google News this morning that the Kentucky Derby was today (it's early this year, innit? or am I on crack?) Called Dad to make sure he knew about it and got his voice mail, then called him again after the fanfare in time to have him sing "My Old Kentucky Home" to me over the phone. I know, a horse race is an odd thing for me to be watching, but it was a big Mom thing, so Dad and I keep up the tradition when we can. Also seeing the huge fancy hats strengthened my resolve to own one large ridiculous Sunday Best hat someday. Also appropriate icon is appropriate.

Speaking of hats, that was the reason Kidzilla was wearing the cowboy hat. I dragged out a couple of mine for the kids to try on while they were over. There's another pic of Kidzilla attempting to try on my top hat, but her entire head is swallowed up in it, so all you see is that hat resting on her shoulders.

Can I just say that there probably aren't enough drugs in the world to make Spongebob Squarepants not hurt my brain whenever I attempt to watch it? That said, if I ever have major surgery again (knock on wood that I won't have to but still) remind me to try watching it while hopped up on morphine, I imagine that would actually be fun.

Ended up having a bit of a solo adventure tonight after the kids went home, as I did indeed decide that Claritin-D was essential to surviving tonight (fucking lilacs, DIE). The adventure part came in when after driving down to the CVS on University Drive to discover to my dismay that the pharmacy there closed at 6 (I didn't get there until 8:15ish) I decided fuck it and drove all the way to the 24 hour one in Greenfield. Finding the damn place in the dark was a bit of a challenge, but I did indeed manage. Still, my not quite dormant inner city girl is a bit appalled by the lengths necessary to get some goddamn antihistamine with whatever that stuff is that they don't let you walk out of a drugstore with more than 15 tablets of anymore at 8pm. Thoughts along the lines of "What savage philistine backwater do I live in where a) the goddamn pharmacy closes at 6 on Saturday b) where I can't get any damn decongestant without signing away my life and firstborn c) to an actual pharmacist now? what happened to being able to get it at the regular counter??? Christ, way to fucking make allergy season harder on me, you goddamn meth heads. Oh well, at least I know where the 24 hour CVS is now. And all things considered? it's a marvelous night for a moondance drive. And lo! For the first time in almost a month, I am not sniffly and itchy at all, just a bit sore from all the sneezing and scratching earlier. Better living through chemistry indeed.

Did some picture housekeeping tonight, and I only have to make up 6 365 pics before I'm caught up. I'll do that this week.

How is it 1am already? and I'm not sleepy, though that may have something to do with having slept until 11 this morning. I guess off to work on casting off Bowser some more...

Foul temper, take two. Roll it!

At least I did something productive with the rage and spent the last three hours vacuuming the entire house and scrubbing the ever loving shit out of the kitchen and the bathroom. This included attacking the microwave (dear gods I don't want to even think about the caramelized filth I just scraped off the inside of it), coffee pot, toaster oven and the new-to-me bread maker with brillo and a sponge. I am now sweaty and filthy and frankly still angry at everything and everyone, but satisfied. And I got a lot of cleaning done that I've been meaning to do for weeks, I just apparently needed to get pissed off enough to actually get it done.

I did at least realize why when my mood sours I generally respond by wanting to clean the shit out of things. Generally when I feel this shitty there's an element of feeling out of control, and cleaning is clearly my way of establishing my dominance over at the very least, my space. I AM ANDEE DESTROYER OF FILTH, THIS SPACE IS CLEANSED BECAUSE I WANT IT SO, etc. etc. Right now I'm feeling super out of control for various and sundry reasons... but hey, my house is SPARKLEH. Well, not the tile bits of the floor, that'd require a mop, but there's only so sweaty I'm willing to get in the pursuit of making myself feel better especially as its shaping up to be another hot as Vulcan's anus sort of day.

Showernau.

Foul temper, take two. Roll it!

At least I did something productive with the rage and spent the last three hours vacuuming the entire house and scrubbing the ever loving shit out of the kitchen and the bathroom. This included attacking the microwave (dear gods I don't want to even think about the caramelized filth I just scraped off the inside of it), coffee pot, toaster oven and the new-to-me bread maker with brillo and a sponge. I am now sweaty and filthy and frankly still angry at everything and everyone, but satisfied. And I got a lot of cleaning done that I've been meaning to do for weeks, I just apparently needed to get pissed off enough to actually get it done.

I did at least realize why when my mood sours I generally respond by wanting to clean the shit out of things. Generally when I feel this shitty there's an element of feeling out of control, and cleaning is clearly my way of establishing my dominance over at the very least, my space. I AM ANDEE DESTROYER OF FILTH, THIS SPACE IS CLEANSED BECAUSE I WANT IT SO, etc. etc. Right now I'm feeling super out of control for various and sundry reasons... but hey, my house is SPARKLEH. Well, not the tile bits of the floor, that'd require a mop, but there's only so sweaty I'm willing to get in the pursuit of making myself feel better especially as its shaping up to be another hot as Vulcan's anus sort of day.

Showernau.

Speaking of newly cleaned kitchen appliances

since the freecycled bread machine from my soon to be landlady has been thoroughly scrubbed out, I'm wondering if anyone else has one of these things, and if so are you willing to share some recipes? I've got half a bag of unbleached flour and half a bag of whole wheat left over from the Great Pancake Endeavor that I'm looking to put to good use. Not to mention a cubic assload of dry milk that could stand to be used up.

Speaking of newly cleaned kitchen appliances

since the freecycled bread machine from my soon to be landlady has been thoroughly scrubbed out, I'm wondering if anyone else has one of these things, and if so are you willing to share some recipes? I've got half a bag of unbleached flour and half a bag of whole wheat left over from the Great Pancake Endeavor that I'm looking to put to good use. Not to mention a cubic assload of dry milk that could stand to be used up.

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