I temporarily take back every sweet nice word I said about my furry child, Massimo, the other day.
That hellion showed his ass yesterday. I wish I had taken a picture of the destruction, but in the moment, I didn't even think of it.
Yesterday was his first full day alone in the new house. Yesterday morning, I put the blinds up (he has an issue with them), tied the blinds cord around the door handle and left him with my usual "love you, baby".
I got home at my usual time yesterday afternoon and the little asshole destroyed everything he could get his little teeth on. The victims:
-two pairs of flip flops...he shredded the straps...rubber was everywhere
-chewed through the cords to the blinds...remember where I said I tied the cord around the handle...well, that saved the blinds from falling down and getting destroyed as well.
-he ripped the curtain off the door. Bent the curtain rod that was holding it. Shredded the ribbon that was holding the two curtains together.
AND
-CHEWED THROUGH MY LAPTOP WIRE. I can't even express how mad this made me.
Now I'm a little mad again. Let me remind everyone that my dog weighs a whopping 6.6 pounds. His head is the size of a small child's fist.
I had to leave again for a few hours after this massacre of my things, so I had to kennel him.
I put his kennel in the middle of the room. With a giant heavy box on top. So he couldn't ninja his way out that. Because he is a ninja.
An asshole ninja.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Look at this face
If you can ignore the fact that the camera on my phone has undergone a mysterious downgrade and suddenly stopped taking decent pictures, then keep reading.
I want you to look past the horrid quality here and look at my adorable baby sleeping on the back of the couch...one of his favorite places.
My little fur baby.
You can see my desk shelf in the background that is still empty along with some bits and bobs on my fireplace mantle. I haven't quite finished moving in yet. I think I'm going to do a bit of rearranging before setting everything up.
I do that...set something up and feel it out for a few days, then if it's not exactly what I wanted, redo and try again.
I can't rearrange the couch while Massimo is sleeping on it though... :)
I was mistaken
I like to think of myself as an adventurous eater. So when I see things with new or interesting flavors or combinations of flavors, I like to give them a try.
I happen to enjoy greatly honey mustard pretzels and generally anything slathered in tangy honey mustard. I saw these crisps while travelling and thought "OOOH, I bet these are yummy"!
I was wrong. These aren't yummy at all. They're confused. The dry powder of honey mustard they use on them isn't quite right and when that's put on a yummy crisp...well, the result is not yummy.
Monday, September 9, 2013
What I learned this past weekend.
Here's a list of some things I've learned this past weekend:
- Not only does my sister hate car rides...she hates sitting in traffic exponentially more.
- Porcupines are humongous. Seriously.
- In the same respect, orange poison dart frogs are minuscule...like the size of a dime.
- You can tame goats and sheep if you hold them every day from birth.
- Turtles are extremely horny and watching them "make love" is, I believe, comparable to a 90 year old couple doing it. Wrinkles and all.
- No matter how much you love someone, you still want to punch them in the face sometimes.
That was my weekend in a nutshell basically.
Coming up this week...work, working out, meal planning (when you're poor like me, you have to plan things like this out carefully), unpacking the bazillion trash bags in my house, and loving Massimo.
Oh, I didn't mention...I moved! I live in Lexington now, and instead of moving like a proper citizen, I threw all of my clothes and non-breakables in giant trash bags. Great way to save money on boxes, I thought. I did look like I was just moving trash around though, but I promise, it was clothes, shoes (the shabby ones...my beloved ones went into boxes), purses (same here as with shoes), linens and the like.
I do have a few boxes left to undo as well and massive organization.
I'm excited though. I've turned my guest bedroom into a craft room and I'll store all of my yarn and BlueQuail bits in there.
Oi, that reminds me...have to download my camera photos. I've tons of pictures for recipes and events on there. Exciting.
- Not only does my sister hate car rides...she hates sitting in traffic exponentially more.
- Porcupines are humongous. Seriously.
- In the same respect, orange poison dart frogs are minuscule...like the size of a dime.
- You can tame goats and sheep if you hold them every day from birth.
- Turtles are extremely horny and watching them "make love" is, I believe, comparable to a 90 year old couple doing it. Wrinkles and all.
- No matter how much you love someone, you still want to punch them in the face sometimes.
That was my weekend in a nutshell basically.
Coming up this week...work, working out, meal planning (when you're poor like me, you have to plan things like this out carefully), unpacking the bazillion trash bags in my house, and loving Massimo.
Oh, I didn't mention...I moved! I live in Lexington now, and instead of moving like a proper citizen, I threw all of my clothes and non-breakables in giant trash bags. Great way to save money on boxes, I thought. I did look like I was just moving trash around though, but I promise, it was clothes, shoes (the shabby ones...my beloved ones went into boxes), purses (same here as with shoes), linens and the like.
I do have a few boxes left to undo as well and massive organization.
I'm excited though. I've turned my guest bedroom into a craft room and I'll store all of my yarn and BlueQuail bits in there.
Oi, that reminds me...have to download my camera photos. I've tons of pictures for recipes and events on there. Exciting.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Ideas and tidbits
Hello lovely.
I like what I did there. Essentially, I'm currently my only reader, so this blog is just for me...but hopefully just for now.
I've started a little notebook that I jot my ideas down in. I'll be randomly driving and a seemingly great idea will pop into my head...then I'll forget about it. Then later, I'll remember that I had a great idea, but won't remember what it was....and a great blog idea has escaped again.
So, there's this notebook that I'm writing things in. Then, I can go back and take a look and really formulate and develop my ideas.
Excited. Some really good things to be blogged about coming up!
Edit: Turns out, this notebook turned out to just be a jumbles mess of reminders to myself to get things done and not so much about blogging.
I like what I did there. Essentially, I'm currently my only reader, so this blog is just for me...but hopefully just for now.
I've started a little notebook that I jot my ideas down in. I'll be randomly driving and a seemingly great idea will pop into my head...then I'll forget about it. Then later, I'll remember that I had a great idea, but won't remember what it was....and a great blog idea has escaped again.
So, there's this notebook that I'm writing things in. Then, I can go back and take a look and really formulate and develop my ideas.
Excited. Some really good things to be blogged about coming up!
Edit: Turns out, this notebook turned out to just be a jumbles mess of reminders to myself to get things done and not so much about blogging.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
I am a plantsecutioner.
It's true. This is just ONE of the many plants that have died at my hands this year. I fail.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Most amazing product I've bought in a while!
It's not often that I splurge on items for myself, especially tiny tubes that cost over $10, but I have heard some really great things about this product, so I thought, why not?
This little bottle cost a whopping $12.97, but in retrospect, it was fully worth every penny.
Now, I'm getting on in years and have started developing dark circles, bag-like sagginess and *gulp* wrinkles.
This little beaut completely handles my under-eye old-ladyness. Within one full day of this being on my face, my dark purple-blue circles were almost non-existent, the skin was tighter AND I didn't get any tiny wrinkles in my under-eye area throughout the day (as often I did with other concealers).
I will continue to purchase this until I get too wrinkly for it.
Now, I also purchased this item:
Now, I'm getting on in years and have started developing dark circles, bag-like sagginess and *gulp* wrinkles.
This little beaut completely handles my under-eye old-ladyness. Within one full day of this being on my face, my dark purple-blue circles were almost non-existent, the skin was tighter AND I didn't get any tiny wrinkles in my under-eye area throughout the day (as often I did with other concealers).
I will continue to purchase this until I get too wrinkly for it.
Now, I also purchased this item:
Jury is still out on this one. I have a particularly definite wrinkle in my forehead that has popped up over the last year or so and I put this serum on twice a day...wishfully hoping it does something. This tiny bottle also cost around $13, and it does help, it just doesn't seem to perform a miracle like the concealer.
Will I buy another bottle of it? Probably not, but the search continues. There's got to be something out there that reverses wrinkles or at least tightens the skin so that it appears that there are no wrinkles...wishful thinking?
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Best Cake I've ever made
I recently ate at a restaurant and fell in LOVE with one of their desserts. A Tennessee Whiskey Cake. It was a dense, moist cake topped with pralines, a butter whiskey caramel and ice cream. Best cake I've ever had.
Since I had that cake, I was wracking my brain trying to think of a copycat. I googled, but found nothing even close to what they serve.
I decided to just go with what I knew and while my cousin was visiting, we put together what I believe to be the best, moistest, dense, flavorful cake I've ever made.
First, pralines were made. My mother makes them best, so I had her whip them up. It's just pecans, sugar and a smidgen of liquid (we used water). Stir on medium heat until they smell like roasted nuts and are encased in a gooey syrup. Pour them out on wax paper to "dry" and crisp.
Now onto the cake. I took a basic chocolate cake recipe (one that I've known and used for years, but again, it is a meshed recipe that I've made up over the years) and completely flipped it on it's head. Here goes:
1 cup unsalted butter
1/2 cup choco chips, or good chocolate
1/4 cup bourbon or whiskey
2 cups AP flour
1 1/2 cups brown sugar, packed
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp salt
2 eggs
1/3 cup milk
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Butter a 10 x 15 glass pan. In a small saucepan, melt 1 cup butter, 1/2 cup chocolate chips, 1/4 cup bourbon. Once melted, remove from heat.
In a stand mixer or large bowl, combine flour, brown sugar, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon, and salt. Add eggs, vanilla, and milk. Slowly drizzle in slightly cooled chocolate mixture. Mix for 1 minute on medium speed, until large bubbles form. Your batter will be runny, thick, and sticky.
Pout into buttered dish and bake for 25-30 minutes. The top of the cake will crack and will still slightly wiggle if shook. Take out and cool completely.
We threw together a caramel sauce to top the cake with (in addition to the pralines). Here's a basic bourbon or whiskey caramel sauce recipe:
2 cups granulated sugar
1/2 cup water
1 cup heavy whipping cream
4 tablespoons unsalted butter
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 cup bourbon or whiskey
Two saucepans
In the first saucepan, combine sugar and water. Stir with a wooden spoon (wooden spoons are the only spoon I can make proper caramel with) until clear liquid. Then let boil until golden amber in color.
In the second saucepan, while the sugar mixture is boiling, combine the whipping cream, butter, and salt. Just warm until butter has melted and the cream is steaming.
Once the sugar liquid is amber, remove from heat. SLOWLY (really, slowly), pour the cream mixture down the side of the sugar saucepan. It will bubble, toil, spittle, etc. Once it's all in there, stir with your wooden spoon again. Then add your 1/4 cup bourbon or whiskey (more if you want a really saucy sauce) and stir until combined.
Poor this golden deliciousness on your cake deliciousness and top with praline deliciousness.
Be ready to die from deliciousness.
Best. Cake. I've. Ever. Made.
Since I had that cake, I was wracking my brain trying to think of a copycat. I googled, but found nothing even close to what they serve.
I decided to just go with what I knew and while my cousin was visiting, we put together what I believe to be the best, moistest, dense, flavorful cake I've ever made.
First, pralines were made. My mother makes them best, so I had her whip them up. It's just pecans, sugar and a smidgen of liquid (we used water). Stir on medium heat until they smell like roasted nuts and are encased in a gooey syrup. Pour them out on wax paper to "dry" and crisp.
Now onto the cake. I took a basic chocolate cake recipe (one that I've known and used for years, but again, it is a meshed recipe that I've made up over the years) and completely flipped it on it's head. Here goes:
1 cup unsalted butter
1/2 cup choco chips, or good chocolate
1/4 cup bourbon or whiskey
2 cups AP flour
1 1/2 cups brown sugar, packed
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp salt
2 eggs
1/3 cup milk
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Butter a 10 x 15 glass pan. In a small saucepan, melt 1 cup butter, 1/2 cup chocolate chips, 1/4 cup bourbon. Once melted, remove from heat.
In a stand mixer or large bowl, combine flour, brown sugar, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon, and salt. Add eggs, vanilla, and milk. Slowly drizzle in slightly cooled chocolate mixture. Mix for 1 minute on medium speed, until large bubbles form. Your batter will be runny, thick, and sticky.
Pout into buttered dish and bake for 25-30 minutes. The top of the cake will crack and will still slightly wiggle if shook. Take out and cool completely.
We threw together a caramel sauce to top the cake with (in addition to the pralines). Here's a basic bourbon or whiskey caramel sauce recipe:
2 cups granulated sugar
1/2 cup water
1 cup heavy whipping cream
4 tablespoons unsalted butter
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 cup bourbon or whiskey
Two saucepans
In the first saucepan, combine sugar and water. Stir with a wooden spoon (wooden spoons are the only spoon I can make proper caramel with) until clear liquid. Then let boil until golden amber in color.
In the second saucepan, while the sugar mixture is boiling, combine the whipping cream, butter, and salt. Just warm until butter has melted and the cream is steaming.
Once the sugar liquid is amber, remove from heat. SLOWLY (really, slowly), pour the cream mixture down the side of the sugar saucepan. It will bubble, toil, spittle, etc. Once it's all in there, stir with your wooden spoon again. Then add your 1/4 cup bourbon or whiskey (more if you want a really saucy sauce) and stir until combined.
Poor this golden deliciousness on your cake deliciousness and top with praline deliciousness.
Be ready to die from deliciousness.
Best. Cake. I've. Ever. Made.
Friday, May 17, 2013
Through a foggy window
Cooking did not happen. Life happened.
It's like I'm looking through a foggy window and you know how sometimes there's a tiny little spot that seems clear enough for you to look through so you strain your eyes trying to see through that little spot then you realize you couldn't actually see through it to begin with?
That's what I'm constantly feeling like. I keep getting these little clean specks of window that I try to look through, and it turns out, it's just as foggy as the rest.
I'm trying. I try to rub the smudge away, look through it, pretend it's not there. It's there and I can't see through it. Other's can see through it, they've found perfectly clear panes and try to tell me what it looks like through it, but I can't get to that point of understanding.
The only feeling I can really convey is sadness. I'm sad all the time. Even when I have a moment of happiness, it's not real. It's just a burst of irrational emotion to counter the sadness I'm constantly fighting.
I'm at a crossroad in my life. I feel like if I don't choose the right path, I'm going to be stuck in a lifetime of sadness and foggy windows.
I want a clear window...or at least one with only a few smudges.
It's like I'm looking through a foggy window and you know how sometimes there's a tiny little spot that seems clear enough for you to look through so you strain your eyes trying to see through that little spot then you realize you couldn't actually see through it to begin with?
That's what I'm constantly feeling like. I keep getting these little clean specks of window that I try to look through, and it turns out, it's just as foggy as the rest.
I'm trying. I try to rub the smudge away, look through it, pretend it's not there. It's there and I can't see through it. Other's can see through it, they've found perfectly clear panes and try to tell me what it looks like through it, but I can't get to that point of understanding.
The only feeling I can really convey is sadness. I'm sad all the time. Even when I have a moment of happiness, it's not real. It's just a burst of irrational emotion to counter the sadness I'm constantly fighting.
I'm at a crossroad in my life. I feel like if I don't choose the right path, I'm going to be stuck in a lifetime of sadness and foggy windows.
I want a clear window...or at least one with only a few smudges.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
So that happened.
I know no one reads my blog, so I don't know why I apologize. I guess I'm apologizing to myself for not keeping up on something I told myself I'd do.
Anywho, I have disliked life lately and it's reflecting here, as well as in other places in my life. I'm trying. I'm really trying.
Oh, and I'm making my own version of veal scallopini for dinner tonight. I browsed recipes for a veal scallopini, and they all look exactly like veal piccata, which is NOT the same thing. So, I'm going to wing it and do what I want.
Anywho, I have disliked life lately and it's reflecting here, as well as in other places in my life. I'm trying. I'm really trying.
Oh, and I'm making my own version of veal scallopini for dinner tonight. I browsed recipes for a veal scallopini, and they all look exactly like veal piccata, which is NOT the same thing. So, I'm going to wing it and do what I want.
Friday, May 10, 2013
You know what makes people smile?
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| BLIMPS |
It was awesome.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Just some awesome music
I'm just going to list a bunch of artists that I happen to love. Really, really love.
Oh, they're in no particular order. But a * means that I would marry them.
Ke$ha *
Azealia Banks
Robbie Williams *
50 cent
Iggy Azalea
Imagine Dragons *
Ellie Goulding
Fever Ray
Lana Del Rey *
Paloma Faith *
The Script *
Florence + the Machine
Ginny Blackmore
David Guetta
Solo Justin Timberlake
I'm all over the place. I love music. These are just ones I really love off the top of my head. I'm sure I'm missing a few, and this list isn't exclusive.
L.O.V.E.
Oh, they're in no particular order. But a * means that I would marry them.
Ke$ha *
Azealia Banks
Robbie Williams *
50 cent
Iggy Azalea
Imagine Dragons *
Ellie Goulding
Fever Ray
Lana Del Rey *
Paloma Faith *
The Script *
Florence + the Machine
Ginny Blackmore
David Guetta
Solo Justin Timberlake
I'm all over the place. I love music. These are just ones I really love off the top of my head. I'm sure I'm missing a few, and this list isn't exclusive.
L.O.V.E.
GobbleStopper
Hear me out.
Turkey dinner. The works. Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, pumpkin or pecan pie....
All layered in a gobstopper/jawbreaker type thing.
Ehhhh? How's that for a weight loss solution? I would suck on these all day long!
Sure, your stomach may be starving, but your mouth is satiated with deliciousness.
Someone, please make this happen. I promise, I will buy a lot!
Turkey dinner. The works. Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, pumpkin or pecan pie....
All layered in a gobstopper/jawbreaker type thing.
Ehhhh? How's that for a weight loss solution? I would suck on these all day long!
Sure, your stomach may be starving, but your mouth is satiated with deliciousness.
Someone, please make this happen. I promise, I will buy a lot!
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Chicken Sandwich
I've recently been on a chicken sandwich kick. I don't know why. I don't really like chicken, nor do I really enjoy sandwiches, but a chicken sandwich is just delicious.
I've tried chicken sandwiches from several places, but one place in particular makes the best chicken sandwich. I won't name names, but I'll tell you that the sandwich is $1.
Does the price make it taste so good? I'm unsure. I tried the spicy version there, and it was hotter than a farmer's balls in a cotton field during summer harvest. Not good.
The regular one, however.....delicious.
I've tried chicken sandwiches from several places, but one place in particular makes the best chicken sandwich. I won't name names, but I'll tell you that the sandwich is $1.
Does the price make it taste so good? I'm unsure. I tried the spicy version there, and it was hotter than a farmer's balls in a cotton field during summer harvest. Not good.
The regular one, however.....delicious.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Please don't stay
Has anyone seen the music video for "Stay" by Rihanna ft. Mikky Ekko?
I love the song. I really, really love the song. I can't watch the music video though.
Why you ask? It's so raw and meaningful you say.
Plaque is my answer. In every close up of Rihanna's face, there is an overwhelming amount of plaque on and between her teeth.
I just can't handle it.
Brush yo teef.
The song can stay...the video, not so much.
I love the song. I really, really love the song. I can't watch the music video though.
Why you ask? It's so raw and meaningful you say.
Plaque is my answer. In every close up of Rihanna's face, there is an overwhelming amount of plaque on and between her teeth.
I just can't handle it.
Brush yo teef.
The song can stay...the video, not so much.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Two dates
I have been in the dating game for a couple of years now. That can't be, you say, you're 28 in November...how is it only a few years???
Let me explain.
I didn't date in high school. I was busy being smart and not paying attention to guys. I could have dated...there were opportunities when I look back, but I was so oblivious that it never happened.
In college, I tried dating...once. It lasted a few months. I didn't like it. He was a jealous type and at the same time seemed almost uninterested in me.
So after we were over, I didn't date. I had a ton of friends and just had a good time. I was happy with this. I wasn't looking for a relationship.
Then two kind of happened back to back. I started dating this one guy who was perfect for me on paper, but there just wasn't chemistry. While I was dating him, I met "Derkin", again, not expecting a relationship, and we only had chemistry.
That dangum relationship lasted two years...during which we both tried to convince ourselves that we were happy...we weren't.
After we were done, I again had no interest in dating. I didn't have interest in anyone. I'm going to be honest, I was a bit heart-broken and just wanted a break from everything. That lasted for a year or two, then I started dating again.
I haven't made it past date two with ANY of the guys I've gone out with. And there have been a lot. Some have been on my part, some were on them.
Here's the way that works...if I'm not interested, or am not feeling it, I break it off. If I'm interested and want to continue, they keep acting like they want to see me again, but a third date never happens.
This is starting to hurt my feelings. I'm pretty awesome. Have you seen the "over attached girlfriend" meme on the interwebs? If not, look that shit up. Anyways, I am NOT like that girl at all...yet she's a girlfriend!!!
After several drinks of tequila tonight (even though this is posting the next day if I schedule it right), I have decided that I'm just going to stop seriously dating anyone.
I'm tired of texting and getting my hopes up and getting all these "girl" feelings and then having them smashed to bits.
I may keep dating casually, but I am resolute in that Massimo will be the only "guy" in my life.
Let me explain.
I didn't date in high school. I was busy being smart and not paying attention to guys. I could have dated...there were opportunities when I look back, but I was so oblivious that it never happened.
In college, I tried dating...once. It lasted a few months. I didn't like it. He was a jealous type and at the same time seemed almost uninterested in me.
So after we were over, I didn't date. I had a ton of friends and just had a good time. I was happy with this. I wasn't looking for a relationship.
Then two kind of happened back to back. I started dating this one guy who was perfect for me on paper, but there just wasn't chemistry. While I was dating him, I met "Derkin", again, not expecting a relationship, and we only had chemistry.
That dangum relationship lasted two years...during which we both tried to convince ourselves that we were happy...we weren't.
After we were done, I again had no interest in dating. I didn't have interest in anyone. I'm going to be honest, I was a bit heart-broken and just wanted a break from everything. That lasted for a year or two, then I started dating again.
I haven't made it past date two with ANY of the guys I've gone out with. And there have been a lot. Some have been on my part, some were on them.
Here's the way that works...if I'm not interested, or am not feeling it, I break it off. If I'm interested and want to continue, they keep acting like they want to see me again, but a third date never happens.
This is starting to hurt my feelings. I'm pretty awesome. Have you seen the "over attached girlfriend" meme on the interwebs? If not, look that shit up. Anyways, I am NOT like that girl at all...yet she's a girlfriend!!!
After several drinks of tequila tonight (even though this is posting the next day if I schedule it right), I have decided that I'm just going to stop seriously dating anyone.
I'm tired of texting and getting my hopes up and getting all these "girl" feelings and then having them smashed to bits.
I may keep dating casually, but I am resolute in that Massimo will be the only "guy" in my life.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Not what I was expecting
Tequila is like my one true love. It makes me the life of any party...because I've only ever drank (drunken...?) it in public situations. I drank quite a bit of it tonight thinking it would brighten my day.
Turns out, tequila makes me really sad when I'm by myself. Like, turn up the sad playlist, sing loudly and relish in my woes.
Maybe wallow in my woes is more accurate.
Realizations of the evening:
1. I have a furry child...and it's probably the only child I'm ever going to have (it's ok, I love you, Massimo).
2. I am apparently unbearable after two dates. I will forever be a two date person. (I'm going to write a whole damn entry on this).
3. I have a green thumb...
4. Until the plants I planted today die in three weeks...as they are wont to do around me.
5. My butt starts to hurt after sitting on the floor for several hours.
6. I still hate doing laundry.
Turns out, tequila makes me really sad when I'm by myself. Like, turn up the sad playlist, sing loudly and relish in my woes.
Maybe wallow in my woes is more accurate.
Realizations of the evening:
1. I have a furry child...and it's probably the only child I'm ever going to have (it's ok, I love you, Massimo).
2. I am apparently unbearable after two dates. I will forever be a two date person. (I'm going to write a whole damn entry on this).
3. I have a green thumb...
4. Until the plants I planted today die in three weeks...as they are wont to do around me.
5. My butt starts to hurt after sitting on the floor for several hours.
6. I still hate doing laundry.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
That's a French word?
The other day I was trying to get Massimo to pick up a toy and come to me. I said "toute de suite, Massimo"...and he actually came.
Now, I know I did well in Geography in High School, so I know for a fact that France is nowhere near Mexico...Massimo is a pomchi...Chihuahua's originate from Mexico, ok...if anything, he should understand Spanish. So, I wonder...where to Pomeranian's originate from?
I hope it's France. Mass doesn't really listen to anything I say unless he wants to, so when he actually came to toute de suite, I was shocked.
My aunt made me laugh...she thought I got it from the older movie "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang", which could be true since I didn't spell it out, I just said it. I'm fairly confident, however, that that song is "Toot Sweets". Which I now have stuck in my head again.
That reminds me, there used to be these candy whistles at the grocery store growing up that were just basically suckers, but always reminded me of that movie. I haven't seen a whistle pop in years. Maybe adults realized what a horrid idea it was to give a candy whistle to a child.
Now, I know I did well in Geography in High School, so I know for a fact that France is nowhere near Mexico...Massimo is a pomchi...Chihuahua's originate from Mexico, ok...if anything, he should understand Spanish. So, I wonder...where to Pomeranian's originate from?
I hope it's France. Mass doesn't really listen to anything I say unless he wants to, so when he actually came to toute de suite, I was shocked.
My aunt made me laugh...she thought I got it from the older movie "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang", which could be true since I didn't spell it out, I just said it. I'm fairly confident, however, that that song is "Toot Sweets". Which I now have stuck in my head again.
That reminds me, there used to be these candy whistles at the grocery store growing up that were just basically suckers, but always reminded me of that movie. I haven't seen a whistle pop in years. Maybe adults realized what a horrid idea it was to give a candy whistle to a child.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Why must everything have a title?
Today was a gorgeous day. The sun shone, it was almost 80 degrees, and I drove home with my windows down.
Then I got home. My house is an inferno...I forgot that if I don't leave the fans on during the day, the air conditioner really doesn't work. At all.
So, as I'm typing this, I'm sitting on my couch in a sheer cami and my undies. Classy as all get out.
I also just finished a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (strawberry)...made with all natural stuffs on whole grain bread, of course. Hey, I try to be good sometimes. On an anti-note: I'm also on my second lemon-rita.
Is that a thing? lemon-rita's? If not, it really should be. I don't know why I never thought of it before...it's basically lemonade spiked with tequila and triple sec. I got the idea from one of my close friends who made rita's this past weekend with lemons and limes and it was amazing. Since I'm home for the evening, I figured why not have a little somethin' somethin' instead of water or sweet tea (which I would have had to make...and brewing takes a bit...patience was running thin). So, I put some simple syrup on to boil (literally just water and sugar) and squeezed some leftover lemons I had from baking some pies a week or two ago. Put it together with probably more tequila than normally goes in and about two shots of triple sec and tasted...ice and done.
Woo. It is yummy and quenches my hot thirst. Which is good, since again I'm practically in a cotton swimsuit on my couch...still hot as Hades.
Then I got home. My house is an inferno...I forgot that if I don't leave the fans on during the day, the air conditioner really doesn't work. At all.
So, as I'm typing this, I'm sitting on my couch in a sheer cami and my undies. Classy as all get out.
I also just finished a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (strawberry)...made with all natural stuffs on whole grain bread, of course. Hey, I try to be good sometimes. On an anti-note: I'm also on my second lemon-rita.
Is that a thing? lemon-rita's? If not, it really should be. I don't know why I never thought of it before...it's basically lemonade spiked with tequila and triple sec. I got the idea from one of my close friends who made rita's this past weekend with lemons and limes and it was amazing. Since I'm home for the evening, I figured why not have a little somethin' somethin' instead of water or sweet tea (which I would have had to make...and brewing takes a bit...patience was running thin). So, I put some simple syrup on to boil (literally just water and sugar) and squeezed some leftover lemons I had from baking some pies a week or two ago. Put it together with probably more tequila than normally goes in and about two shots of triple sec and tasted...ice and done.
Woo. It is yummy and quenches my hot thirst. Which is good, since again I'm practically in a cotton swimsuit on my couch...still hot as Hades.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Destruction
Over the weekend, I did some much needed spring cleaning. Halfway through, I ran out of laundry detergent...so my living room looks like this:
Egads!!! That is a hot mess. You can see Massimo didn't mind at all. He loves it, actually. He can hide his toys and bones in it...which is practically his favorite thing to do.
I pile it in my living room because my bedroom is too far away and I hate it when things are blocking my way in my kitchen.
Some of it is goodwill that I need to wash before I give away (I can't stand the idea of giving clothes away that aren't freshly washed), and a vast majority is from my lack of laundry lovin'. Seriously...I hate doing laundry. But, every now and then it HAS to be done.
I'm not even embarrassed. Anyone that knows me knows I hate laundry.
Friday, April 26, 2013
Potential Love Interests
Potential love interest time?
Let me start with a disclaimer that I really suck at dating. I'm horrible at it.
I vehemently resent the idea of dating. Yes, that's the best statement for it.
Reasons: I'll like someone, they don't like me back. Someone likes me, I'm not interested in the slightest. Find a "friend" to be "friends" with and they're horrible at being "friendly".
The worst thing with potential love interests is when a precedent is set. Mostly, with texting, which, how can you date in this modern time without texting? You really can't.
Here's the most annoying thing...follow along kiddies:
You start talking to a guy. You text all of the time. You text for weeks and weeks. He texts first, you text first, it doesn't matter. You decide to go out on a date. He texts you after the date. You assume everything is all great. Resume texting. One day, you don't get a text...odd, right? You text nonchalantly like "Hey, what's up?" and suddenly you're needy!
Now, I've never actually had someone come out and say "holy catballs, you're needy", but it's really easy to assume that that's what they're thinking. Here's the thing: you're not needy...you've gotten into a routine of texting this one person everyday and suddenly they're not texting and you are just resuming as normal...except for some reason, they've decided without cause or warning that they've had enough.
This really bothers me with dating. I mean, I could write a whole book on mistakes I've made while dating, but being needy wouldn't be on the list. I'm quite ok doing my own thing...as a matter of fact, I've spent most of my life doing my own thing. I obviously don't need someone else to function or else I would have died over a decade ago.
Here's another thing. Dating is so fucking mysterious. What the fuck happened to the old courting rituals. I mean, I'm not saying let's all go back to arranged marriages (which usually are awesome as fuck, by the way), but how about being open and honest. You didn't talk to a girl unless she was a whore or you wanted to marry her. What happened to that?
I'm tired of being forced to play these dating games when they go against my very being and nature. If I like someone, what's wrong with being like "Hey, I like you."??? I think nothing. I've opened myself up for rejection, but I've put my feelings out there and really, that's all that can be done. I hate having to mask my feelings and play coy. I'm not coy. I'm up-front.
I think I'm a catch. Maybe I'm not. Dating causes self-doubt. How can we move forward if we're full of self-doubt?
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Honesty
I'm going to admit something...I started writing this blog, got sidetracked looking at "honesty" memes and an hour later, here I am, restarting this entry.
I'm really into honesty. I'm very open and up-front with pretty much everything. I hate when people try to involve me in drama, when people try to play games, when people are coy just for the hell of it.
This is really the worst with two types of people: family and friends.
With family (and I'm including my closest of friends...or friend...here as well) I waste no time in insincere niceties. I tell everyone the truth, whether they really want to hear it or not. Now, I'm not a huge bitch about it, I'm just up-front and honest.
Example:
Mom: What do you think about my new orange sweater?
Me: It looks like you're getting ready to go deer hunting.
Katie: I'm never allowed to get the things I want.
Me: 1. How about getting a job. 2. That's the biggest lie you've told all week.
Dad: Why don't you have $5,000 in savings right now?
Me: Because being an adult is hard and I have bills, yo.
There's so much more...here's a rant that I give my honest opinion on several times a month. My aunt and uncle lock everything up like Fort freaking Knox every.time.they.go.in.or.out.of.something. It drives me bat-fucking insane. If it's 5:30 on a Tuesday and you're home, why the hell is your whole house locked up? NO ONE IS GOING TO BREAK IN AND RAPE YOU. AAANNNNDDDD if they do decide to break in, you have a giant fucking arsenal in your house...I think you'll be ok. I can't explain how much this irks me...and I've told them on multiple occasions. You know, if it's your house, whatever, that's your house. If you're at my house or you're expecting company...why the hell? Why the hell?
Some people get their panties in a wad over honesty, so you really have to ask with each individual person..........is honestly the best policy???
I'm really into honesty. I'm very open and up-front with pretty much everything. I hate when people try to involve me in drama, when people try to play games, when people are coy just for the hell of it.
This is really the worst with two types of people: family and friends.
With family (and I'm including my closest of friends...or friend...here as well) I waste no time in insincere niceties. I tell everyone the truth, whether they really want to hear it or not. Now, I'm not a huge bitch about it, I'm just up-front and honest.
Example:
Mom: What do you think about my new orange sweater?
Me: It looks like you're getting ready to go deer hunting.
Katie: I'm never allowed to get the things I want.
Me: 1. How about getting a job. 2. That's the biggest lie you've told all week.
Dad: Why don't you have $5,000 in savings right now?
Me: Because being an adult is hard and I have bills, yo.
There's so much more...here's a rant that I give my honest opinion on several times a month. My aunt and uncle lock everything up like Fort freaking Knox every.time.they.go.in.or.out.of.something. It drives me bat-fucking insane. If it's 5:30 on a Tuesday and you're home, why the hell is your whole house locked up? NO ONE IS GOING TO BREAK IN AND RAPE YOU. AAANNNNDDDD if they do decide to break in, you have a giant fucking arsenal in your house...I think you'll be ok. I can't explain how much this irks me...and I've told them on multiple occasions. You know, if it's your house, whatever, that's your house. If you're at my house or you're expecting company...why the hell? Why the hell?
Some people get their panties in a wad over honesty, so you really have to ask with each individual person..........is honestly the best policy???
Hashtags
I'm not a fan of hashtags...I'm not really up on the trending topics and twitter lingo.
I do know what it is, though. So when I was watching "The Chew" the other day, they made a cake with a very nice message on it:
You're bad in bed. #Lazy
I don't think I've laughed so hard in a long time.
I think we've all been with someone at some point that this applies to. Here's the kicker...you can't say anything to them! So, putting it on a cake, was an obvious answer that I would consider trying if the opportunity ever arose again.
If you're in a relationship and feel this way, make the cake with the letters on it. Share it (eat it carnal style with your hands). Have sex. I guarantee they'll be better.
I do know what it is, though. So when I was watching "The Chew" the other day, they made a cake with a very nice message on it:
You're bad in bed. #Lazy
I don't think I've laughed so hard in a long time.
I think we've all been with someone at some point that this applies to. Here's the kicker...you can't say anything to them! So, putting it on a cake, was an obvious answer that I would consider trying if the opportunity ever arose again.
If you're in a relationship and feel this way, make the cake with the letters on it. Share it (eat it carnal style with your hands). Have sex. I guarantee they'll be better.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Blind as a Bat
Did you know that most bats are not, in fact, blind? They can see like cats. There are some (mostly bug eating bats) that use echolocation and not their eyes to hunt, which is what most people think of when they think of bats' vision. I'm not ashamed to say this is from Discovery Kids. http://kids.discovery.com/tell-me/halloween/are-bats-really-blind Hey, it was the first thing to pop up on my google search.
On this note, I feel obligated to tell you that I feel as blind as a bug eating bat today, without the ability to use echolocation.
I took my contacts out Sunday because they got dust or makeup or something on them and it was making my vision blurry. So I put them in solution and shook the container really well to clean them, then left them out overnight. Well, turns out, I'm not too keen on putting contacts back in, so I wore my glasses Monday and Tuesday. Last night, I was exhausted when I finally got home, so I took my glasses off, put them (I presume) on the dining room table, and went to bed. This morning Massimo decided that he wanted to come to work with me today, so I had to wrangle him around and make him stay (I haven't had the heart to put him in his kennel all week and he's been very well behaved about it). SO, very long story short, I left my glasses at home. No contacts. No glasses. Driving was an adventure this morning.
I could see the road, but road signs and distance aren't very visible, so it was a slow trek this morning. I can feel myself squinting as I'm working today (which makes me cringe...I can feel the wrinkles developing), and every time I catch myself I pop my eyes wide open. I'm sure I look completely normal doing it.
I'll be putting my contacts back in as soon as I get home.
On this note, I feel obligated to tell you that I feel as blind as a bug eating bat today, without the ability to use echolocation.
I took my contacts out Sunday because they got dust or makeup or something on them and it was making my vision blurry. So I put them in solution and shook the container really well to clean them, then left them out overnight. Well, turns out, I'm not too keen on putting contacts back in, so I wore my glasses Monday and Tuesday. Last night, I was exhausted when I finally got home, so I took my glasses off, put them (I presume) on the dining room table, and went to bed. This morning Massimo decided that he wanted to come to work with me today, so I had to wrangle him around and make him stay (I haven't had the heart to put him in his kennel all week and he's been very well behaved about it). SO, very long story short, I left my glasses at home. No contacts. No glasses. Driving was an adventure this morning.
I could see the road, but road signs and distance aren't very visible, so it was a slow trek this morning. I can feel myself squinting as I'm working today (which makes me cringe...I can feel the wrinkles developing), and every time I catch myself I pop my eyes wide open. I'm sure I look completely normal doing it.
I'll be putting my contacts back in as soon as I get home.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Massimo Alejandro Gross
Big news!!!!!
I adopted the most stinking cute puppy you'll ever lay eyes on.
Isn't he so stinking cute? His front paws have grown back in (this was taken his second day with me). He has such a personality. And he's a bit spoiled, but don't tell him that. He thinks it's supposed to be that way.
I adopted the most stinking cute puppy you'll ever lay eyes on.
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| I cropped myself out since I was having a particularly lovely hair day. |
I need to get him in obedience school...he has a very keen way of ignoring me when he wants. It normally doesn't bother me, but when we go outside, I get really scared when he doesn't listen.
They told me he was 7 months old when I got him, which would make him almost 10 months now, but he has grey hairs on his head...so it confuses me. I do believe he is young because after about a week with me he lost a baby tooth (which tripped me out, I was terrified he had hurt himself), but the grey hair is throwing me. He does have a white patch on his belly, maybe it's just white hair sprinkled on his head.
All I know is that when my Daisy got older, her face started turning white, which is what confuses me about him.
Also, they told me he was a long hair chihuahua, but he looks an awful lot Pomeranian-ish as well.
His name is Massimo, and I call him a myriad of nicknames for short, usually Mass. The Alejandro bit I just threw in for funsies.
Friday, April 19, 2013
Is that me???
Have you ever had one of those days where you just forget to put deodorant on?
Yeah, me either. Except for today apparently. I just noticed...it's 3:30 in the afternoon.
The best part, when you finally notice that you aren't wearing deodorant, you start to sweat...out of nervousness, out of your soul's self-punishment...I don't know.
The point is, I was fine until I knew and now I'm not fine. I didn't wear makeup today...no big deal...I realize I'm not wearing deodorant, suddenly I'm in need to go home and shower.
And here's the funny thing, I remembered to put perfume on this morning, which I never, ever, ever do. I guess it's one or the other. Maybe I was distracted or out of it or something. I guess I will never know...
I do know, however, that I will be applying liberal deodorant when I get home!!!
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
A little gift from old me.
I was looking through my baking supplies today, scoping my ingredients (birthday cuppies to be made tomorrow), and i saw this odd shaped box behind some liners. Holla! It was a Lindt white coconut choco bar! It sure is delicious, even though it has a best before date of 2009...come on, does chocolate really expire?
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Why are you still single?
Isn't that just the absolute worst question to hear?
What type of answer are they expecting? Something tearful and heartfelt? I doubt it.
Here are some answers that I have come up with to stop with the question.
Why are you still single?
I decided to dedicate myself to the Tibetan monk lifestyle.
Why are you still single?
I just think other humans as a whole are gross and despicable.
Why are you still single?
I'm studying to be a Catholic Priest
Why are you still single?
I was in a relationship, but then he killed a bunch of people, and I'm a little scarred.
Why are you still single?
My vagina has teeth.
Why are you still single?
I'm waiting for an alien invasion...I see myself with someone other-worldly.
Why are you still single?
My dog is too important for me to bring another man into my life.
I mean...come on. Yes, I know I'm still single. Is there a reason? If there is, I don't freaking know! It's not like I've made it my life mission to be 28 and single...Oh, and guess what? I know that I'm single. I don't need you asking questions about it like you really need to know. You don't. Trust me. You don't.
What type of answer are they expecting? Something tearful and heartfelt? I doubt it.
Here are some answers that I have come up with to stop with the question.
Why are you still single?
I decided to dedicate myself to the Tibetan monk lifestyle.
Why are you still single?
I just think other humans as a whole are gross and despicable.
Why are you still single?
I'm studying to be a Catholic Priest
Why are you still single?
I was in a relationship, but then he killed a bunch of people, and I'm a little scarred.
Why are you still single?
My vagina has teeth.
Why are you still single?
I'm waiting for an alien invasion...I see myself with someone other-worldly.
Why are you still single?
My dog is too important for me to bring another man into my life.
I mean...come on. Yes, I know I'm still single. Is there a reason? If there is, I don't freaking know! It's not like I've made it my life mission to be 28 and single...Oh, and guess what? I know that I'm single. I don't need you asking questions about it like you really need to know. You don't. Trust me. You don't.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Tattoos and whatnot
I haven't talked about tattoos yet, so I thought I would take a break from my normal hilarity to bring you some words on tattoos.
Side note...how the heck did Jason Aldean get on my "Dance" playlist? No.
Changed the song and back to normal.
Here's my most recent tattoo:
IT'S AN ADORABLE GNOME!!!
It's big...on my left thigh and I love it. Every day I love it.
I got it for my Nana, who passed almost two years ago now. Wow, time flies.
Story time? Yes.
Nana loved gnomes and I got my love of gnomes from her. She has this amazing collection of these really crinkly, dark gnomes...like seriously, over 200 of them. Anyways, the artist that does them had a gnome called the "Elizabeth" gnome...which was her name (and also, bonus, my other grandmother's name as well!). So, I decided I wanted this gnome to be reading a book instead of sitting on a bench, as Elizabeth gnomes are want to do. I also got a big yellow rose because they were her favorite.
The artist did an amazing, amazing job. [BRAD AT ELECTRIC ART TATTOO, LEXINGTON, KY www.art859.com]...seriously, he is amazing. I sat through over 4 hours of crazy bleeding, swelling, and serious pain, but oh, it was worth it. I look at it everyday and love it more.
Side note, my sister wanted a tattoo before she saw me get this one...she changed her mind. Eh, it's not for everyone.
Now, for the future....I have wanted an owl tattoo for EVAAAA! My sister drew one for me and eventually I will get it.
Also, I decided the other day that I wanted an anchor on my foot. My right foot. To remind me to keep anchored. I tend to get carried away with things and overwhelmed, and my mom and dad always tell me to calm down and think about it...anchor myself. Eh? Whitty and awesome.
I also have two others that I really want, but these two will come first.
Wooooo for tattoos!
Side note...how the heck did Jason Aldean get on my "Dance" playlist? No.
Changed the song and back to normal.
Here's my most recent tattoo:
IT'S AN ADORABLE GNOME!!!
It's big...on my left thigh and I love it. Every day I love it.
I got it for my Nana, who passed almost two years ago now. Wow, time flies.
Story time? Yes.
Nana loved gnomes and I got my love of gnomes from her. She has this amazing collection of these really crinkly, dark gnomes...like seriously, over 200 of them. Anyways, the artist that does them had a gnome called the "Elizabeth" gnome...which was her name (and also, bonus, my other grandmother's name as well!). So, I decided I wanted this gnome to be reading a book instead of sitting on a bench, as Elizabeth gnomes are want to do. I also got a big yellow rose because they were her favorite.
The artist did an amazing, amazing job. [BRAD AT ELECTRIC ART TATTOO, LEXINGTON, KY www.art859.com]...seriously, he is amazing. I sat through over 4 hours of crazy bleeding, swelling, and serious pain, but oh, it was worth it. I look at it everyday and love it more.
Side note, my sister wanted a tattoo before she saw me get this one...she changed her mind. Eh, it's not for everyone.
Now, for the future....I have wanted an owl tattoo for EVAAAA! My sister drew one for me and eventually I will get it.
Also, I decided the other day that I wanted an anchor on my foot. My right foot. To remind me to keep anchored. I tend to get carried away with things and overwhelmed, and my mom and dad always tell me to calm down and think about it...anchor myself. Eh? Whitty and awesome.
I also have two others that I really want, but these two will come first.
Wooooo for tattoos!
Apple Galette
Sometimes I get the need to bake something really awesome.
Today, I had a surplus of bananas (that I buy but never eat) and apples.
What to make...what to make. I know...apple pie, apple bread, and banana bread.
Well...that turned into apple galette (courtesy of Julia Childs).
Here's a quick breakdown of what I'm calling the best thing I've ever baked:
Essentially, I'm pretty awesome in the kitchen. Tell me again why I'm not married yet?
Today, I had a surplus of bananas (that I buy but never eat) and apples.
What to make...what to make. I know...apple pie, apple bread, and banana bread.
Well...that turned into apple galette (courtesy of Julia Childs).
Here's a quick breakdown of what I'm calling the best thing I've ever baked:
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| LOOK AT THAT BUTTERY MARBLING! |
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| Applesauce portion |
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| Apples for the top AND apple bread |
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| Baking the crust |
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| Coming together |
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| Getting ready for the oven |
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| Best thing you've ever wanted to eat, right? |
Friday, April 12, 2013
Juan Taco
All I want is juan taco...
Get it? Juuuaaaannn taco? Instead of one, juan!?! Yeah, it's not funny anymore.
Actually, I'm still laughing, but I can understand how it may or may not be funny to everyone. But it cracks my shit up.
Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh???
Since I wanted such things, I had to go to the store to get provisions. Mainly, everything except salsa and onion...because I'm weird like that and have random things in my fridge.
I had a concise and poignant shopping list.
I failed. Banana's got me.
I saw someone eating a banana earlier today, and when I saw them in the store, I lost my shit over them.
Seriously...inner head monologue was like "OH SHIT, BANANAS!!!!!"
And so I bought some.
I don't even like bananas. I remembered once I got home.
Damn bananas.
Get it? Juuuaaaannn taco? Instead of one, juan!?! Yeah, it's not funny anymore.
Actually, I'm still laughing, but I can understand how it may or may not be funny to everyone. But it cracks my shit up.
Since I wanted such things, I had to go to the store to get provisions. Mainly, everything except salsa and onion...because I'm weird like that and have random things in my fridge.
I had a concise and poignant shopping list.
I failed. Banana's got me.
I saw someone eating a banana earlier today, and when I saw them in the store, I lost my shit over them.
Seriously...inner head monologue was like "OH SHIT, BANANAS!!!!!"
And so I bought some.
I don't even like bananas. I remembered once I got home.
Damn bananas.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
You like that, don't you?
You like how I did my last post without even mentioning my hiatus? It's because I'm going to pretend as if it never happened.
You saw nothing. *insert penguin mysteriously waving his flappers*
I have no excuse...besides...blogging is a lot of work! Shew.
Also, I used to write about being healthy and "losing weight" and whatnot...who wants to read that shit? It's b.o.r.i.n.g. At least, for me it was. Also, I kind of quit working out.
<insert excuses here>
But really, work is stressing me out, yo. Plus, I've been doing a ton of volunteer work for a foundation that probably wouldn't like to be mentioned in this blog. Since, you know, I might occasionally say a word like fuck. It's inappropriate in conjunction with the amazing, wonderful, uplifting, and inspiring work they do. Oh, and I try to help a bit.
I use my mad skills yo. As an event coordinator, of course. I don't think they care about many of my other skills.
Anyways, I've been doing a lot of work with them, and well...I don't have 10,000 amazing fans yet, so no one was waiting around for me.
Also, I'm lazy as fuck when I get home.
Give me some yoga pants/shorts/undies, a t-shirt, something to do (that would never count as work), and a beer and I am good to go. Well, not beer everyday. But I do love me some beer.
Speaking of which...my bottle is empty.
You saw nothing. *insert penguin mysteriously waving his flappers*
I have no excuse...besides...blogging is a lot of work! Shew.
Also, I used to write about being healthy and "losing weight" and whatnot...who wants to read that shit? It's b.o.r.i.n.g. At least, for me it was. Also, I kind of quit working out.
<insert excuses here>
But really, work is stressing me out, yo. Plus, I've been doing a ton of volunteer work for a foundation that probably wouldn't like to be mentioned in this blog. Since, you know, I might occasionally say a word like fuck. It's inappropriate in conjunction with the amazing, wonderful, uplifting, and inspiring work they do. Oh, and I try to help a bit.
I use my mad skills yo. As an event coordinator, of course. I don't think they care about many of my other skills.
Anyways, I've been doing a lot of work with them, and well...I don't have 10,000 amazing fans yet, so no one was waiting around for me.
Also, I'm lazy as fuck when I get home.
Give me some yoga pants/shorts/undies, a t-shirt, something to do (that would never count as work), and a beer and I am good to go. Well, not beer everyday. But I do love me some beer.
Speaking of which...my bottle is empty.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Deal Breaker
So, today I decided that maybe I should start actually looking for a place to live in Lexington...where I work, spend all my free time, and try to date. You know, since living 30 minutes away kind of cramps my style.
Anywho...I looked for a bit, and since I'm an 'A' type, I already know what I'm looking for. So, I go and look at this cute one-story duplex, for lack of a better word. At first, I'm thinking:
Hey, this is a nice neighborhood...
Oooh, I'm so close to work and places I like to go...
OMGGG, there's a Mexican restaurant I can WALK to!!!
And then I was thinking:
Wait, is she pulling in here with this raised caddy on dubs?
Oh god, she IS pulling in here with this raised caddy with dubs!
Ok, maybe they just really love Caddy's. Let's go look around.
And then she opened the door:
Oh no. This kitchen is as big as my current bathroom.
Is that a window unit???
I think I went color blind on the way in...is that orange tile in the bathroom?
Maybe the closet is awesome.
*opens closet*HOLY GUAC, a dead MOLE CRICKET!!!!!*closes closet as calmly as possible.
I need to note, that by this point, I'm lying like a pro at how the place is really "nice".
Southern charm, we call it.
So she tells me that they go very quickly, and I'd have to have a deposit on it by Friday...it's Wednesday.
I tell her I will definitely call her and let her know as I'm walking to my car.
Once I get in the car and back away from the lot ever so slowly, I'm debating.
No, really, I'm actually debating.
Then I get to the light...
Wait, there wasn't anyplace to plug up a washer and dryer.
I barely do laundry now, and I have a washer and dryer all to myself in my house...they really think I'm going to go to a laundromat??? I'd never wear clean clothes again.
That was the deal breaker.
Anywho...I looked for a bit, and since I'm an 'A' type, I already know what I'm looking for. So, I go and look at this cute one-story duplex, for lack of a better word. At first, I'm thinking:
Hey, this is a nice neighborhood...
Oooh, I'm so close to work and places I like to go...
OMGGG, there's a Mexican restaurant I can WALK to!!!
And then I was thinking:
Wait, is she pulling in here with this raised caddy on dubs?
Oh god, she IS pulling in here with this raised caddy with dubs!
Ok, maybe they just really love Caddy's. Let's go look around.
And then she opened the door:
Oh no. This kitchen is as big as my current bathroom.
Is that a window unit???
I think I went color blind on the way in...is that orange tile in the bathroom?
Maybe the closet is awesome.
*opens closet*HOLY GUAC, a dead MOLE CRICKET!!!!!*closes closet as calmly as possible.
I need to note, that by this point, I'm lying like a pro at how the place is really "nice".
Southern charm, we call it.
So she tells me that they go very quickly, and I'd have to have a deposit on it by Friday...it's Wednesday.
I tell her I will definitely call her and let her know as I'm walking to my car.
Once I get in the car and back away from the lot ever so slowly, I'm debating.
No, really, I'm actually debating.
Then I get to the light...
Wait, there wasn't anyplace to plug up a washer and dryer.
I barely do laundry now, and I have a washer and dryer all to myself in my house...they really think I'm going to go to a laundromat??? I'd never wear clean clothes again.
That was the deal breaker.
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