I love the sound of Petey snoring. It's so cute. Probably because it's not as close/loud as the sound of Frank snoring. You'd think Petey's snore would be more intense because he has a snout and Frank has a nose, but, not so. I made chicken tonight, and threw together a salad, and cooked up some broc. I'm still wearing my apron and I'm really tired. And I don't feel like moving. But I did because we need to wrap Petey's paws.
::sigh::.
I need to put food away, wash the dishes, empty the dishwasher, sign Loretta's card, and wrap Jackie's present. And then crash. And I want to be in bed by 9. Wish me luck.
Any ideas on what to do with feral cats that were born on your property? I'm taking suggestions because I don't like what Frank has suggested thus far.
Nite y'all. ;)
Monday, December 12, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
recipe for disasta
so i've been putting some of the pieces together. and it was making sense in my head while i was making my bed. but i went to brush my teeth and traveled into the kitchen to type it down in my blog, and i've already forgotten my main points. my mother would tell me it's because i'm not brushing my teeth in the bathroom where i belong so let me retrace some steps and see what strikes me...
While you wait, please feel free to look up 'helden' by apocalyptica. they did it with rammstein. pretty awesome.
back to the program. bones said something interesting on Bones the other night about one's perception of time. it was in the context of booth not regretting his father's death and the lack of time he spent with his dad due to the lack of time his dad spent with him. and at the end of the show, his grandfather had given him an old box with tickets to a baseball game, and it was booth's fondest memory of him and his dad, and bones was talking about how all those years without his father could feel less than they were because it can feel like the baseball game happened yesterday. basically, we assign our own meaning to time lapses etc. Anyway i don't remember the specifics but what i'm getting at is i've found myself caught up in this race against myself, and i'm desperately trying to be "done" with things before an uncertain date or else. but i've realized 'what else what??'. what's my consequence for not hurrying along with getting things done on the house? it makes sense to be totally stressed out of my mind about paperwork at work because i literally have until the end of the month (which is really 12/28 because i'm off 12/29) to finish all of my back-logged paperwork, and naturally i feel guilty (this is the confounding variable. it confounds.) about not being "done" yet. And at home. Things don't get "done" and I feel guilty and then the panic sets in and i'm racing again. it's a nasty vicious cycle. it's one thing to feel a sense of urgency with getting things done. it's another to feel guilty on a minute-to-minute basis. it's really unhealthy and i think it's weighing on me very heavily, because it's at my core, and then that confounding variable is compounded with the list of things that I don't end up fitting into my time on an often-enough basis. the short list: scrabble with grammy, visiting friends, visiting the 'rents and sis, helping frank with his projects that are technically my projects too (because i walk across the ungrouted floor and i'd end up shoveling the large driveway rather than his wheel horse plowing it when it snows). Organizing my life. I don't even have my process down for cleaning the house! All those years cleaning grammy's and i wish that's the house i was cleaning because, well, it's a lot less dirty w/o a male presence, but also because i have the process down. i was thinking i need to set myself up the way i do when i plan to go to the gym, because gym = success, house cleaning = failure.
it's all too much but that's where i'm at right this particular point in time. i need to change the rammstein because it's time for bed. perhaps some grace potter and the nocturnals.
good night all. sweet dreams of completed goals and strike-through'ed to-do lists.
While you wait, please feel free to look up 'helden' by apocalyptica. they did it with rammstein. pretty awesome.
back to the program. bones said something interesting on Bones the other night about one's perception of time. it was in the context of booth not regretting his father's death and the lack of time he spent with his dad due to the lack of time his dad spent with him. and at the end of the show, his grandfather had given him an old box with tickets to a baseball game, and it was booth's fondest memory of him and his dad, and bones was talking about how all those years without his father could feel less than they were because it can feel like the baseball game happened yesterday. basically, we assign our own meaning to time lapses etc. Anyway i don't remember the specifics but what i'm getting at is i've found myself caught up in this race against myself, and i'm desperately trying to be "done" with things before an uncertain date or else. but i've realized 'what else what??'. what's my consequence for not hurrying along with getting things done on the house? it makes sense to be totally stressed out of my mind about paperwork at work because i literally have until the end of the month (which is really 12/28 because i'm off 12/29) to finish all of my back-logged paperwork, and naturally i feel guilty (this is the confounding variable. it confounds.) about not being "done" yet. And at home. Things don't get "done" and I feel guilty and then the panic sets in and i'm racing again. it's a nasty vicious cycle. it's one thing to feel a sense of urgency with getting things done. it's another to feel guilty on a minute-to-minute basis. it's really unhealthy and i think it's weighing on me very heavily, because it's at my core, and then that confounding variable is compounded with the list of things that I don't end up fitting into my time on an often-enough basis. the short list: scrabble with grammy, visiting friends, visiting the 'rents and sis, helping frank with his projects that are technically my projects too (because i walk across the ungrouted floor and i'd end up shoveling the large driveway rather than his wheel horse plowing it when it snows). Organizing my life. I don't even have my process down for cleaning the house! All those years cleaning grammy's and i wish that's the house i was cleaning because, well, it's a lot less dirty w/o a male presence, but also because i have the process down. i was thinking i need to set myself up the way i do when i plan to go to the gym, because gym = success, house cleaning = failure.
it's all too much but that's where i'm at right this particular point in time. i need to change the rammstein because it's time for bed. perhaps some grace potter and the nocturnals.
good night all. sweet dreams of completed goals and strike-through'ed to-do lists.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
as i lay me down to...pit bulls and parolees and a ham sandwich.
So, not so bad. Deanna and Will came, they left a cute bird tealight holder from Yankee Candle, we talked dresses, she dragged out her new Coach bags. And they stayed long enough to see my parents. My mom is genius--she suggested to toast the banana nut bread. It was really pretty good actually.
That's about when I fell asleep. I think i said that last sentence about the banana nut bread at around 8 last night. Then I went into my bedroom to ask Frank something, Frank gave me a hug and i laid down and fell asleep until around 2ish when i got up to brush my teeth. Then I woke up around 5 with a migraine. Not cool. Then around 745 I got up and took excedrin and tried going back for a nap so I could get up and go to mass for dziajau (*sp) and it felt okay. So i might try that church close to me after all. it might be nice to go somewhere where i'm anonymous. i had plenty of mini-epiphanies. i was able to keep it under control at the mall, being really productive and getting something for grammy, aunt maryann, aunt claire, danielle, the j-quad plus mom, and victoria. but then i went to target.......and i mean i think the house is gonna look good but right now i'm just super overwhelmed cuz the stuff is just out and...i got to the pharmacy too late and i'm going to miss my first night of the new pill pack which SUCKS because then you're stomach-achey all day the day after you miss it. so no bueno.
it will be okay though, and i will just wear a pad for a day extra and i will enjoy my ham sandwich with the ham that i made and my orzo salad with the orzo salad that i made and i will enjoy both. and get to sleep at a reasonable hr. i neglected my gym last week and i miss those strange but familiar faces of the dudes that nod 'good morning' every time i see them.
side note: there was a mis-type on the last blog post with the song title but i didn't research it to fix it so if you do before i do, feel free to correct me.
much thanks and happy monday eve.
That's about when I fell asleep. I think i said that last sentence about the banana nut bread at around 8 last night. Then I went into my bedroom to ask Frank something, Frank gave me a hug and i laid down and fell asleep until around 2ish when i got up to brush my teeth. Then I woke up around 5 with a migraine. Not cool. Then around 745 I got up and took excedrin and tried going back for a nap so I could get up and go to mass for dziajau (*sp) and it felt okay. So i might try that church close to me after all. it might be nice to go somewhere where i'm anonymous. i had plenty of mini-epiphanies. i was able to keep it under control at the mall, being really productive and getting something for grammy, aunt maryann, aunt claire, danielle, the j-quad plus mom, and victoria. but then i went to target.......and i mean i think the house is gonna look good but right now i'm just super overwhelmed cuz the stuff is just out and...i got to the pharmacy too late and i'm going to miss my first night of the new pill pack which SUCKS because then you're stomach-achey all day the day after you miss it. so no bueno.
it will be okay though, and i will just wear a pad for a day extra and i will enjoy my ham sandwich with the ham that i made and my orzo salad with the orzo salad that i made and i will enjoy both. and get to sleep at a reasonable hr. i neglected my gym last week and i miss those strange but familiar faces of the dudes that nod 'good morning' every time i see them.
side note: there was a mis-type on the last blog post with the song title but i didn't research it to fix it so if you do before i do, feel free to correct me.
much thanks and happy monday eve.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Waking up Waking up
So. It's 6:37 and that's only because I couldn't think of whether I should put that song lyric as the title. It's early on a Saturday because Frank is travelling to his dad's and I might have four people visiting, i might have 0. Mom Dad, Deanna and Will potentially are stopping by. I sure could use the help. Especially since I've decided to overhaul with deck-age of the halls. But first the un-fun stuff. Like fixing my eyebrow because frank pushed it in the wrong direction. I HATE that.
Laundry, dust, vacuum, clean bathroom, empty dishwasher, clean off kitchen table, get rid of garbage, hide presents. Again, that's the short list.
More later.
oy. I ignored the amount of water that was going to displace when i put the ham in the pot. = Mess.
I put the butter on top of the toaster oven to soften. And then forgot about it until I had already put the loaf pan in the oven so I had to take it back out...but it wasn't softened so i think i ruined it. because the inside is raw. After about an hour and a half.
And all of a sudden Frank is already on 537 with pops in tow and Deanna is thinking around 2 which is only 3 hrs away and the house is in worse shape than it was this morning, if you can believe that.
See Anna Sun, "Walk the Moon".
I forgot to add 'water the plants' to the list.
AAAnd the ham is only at about 100 degrees depending on which thermometer you wanna listen to. And it's been on the stove since around 8 am this morning. I know because I got on the phone w/ my dad at 8:05 and shortly thereafter was when the water displacement incident occurred.
http://www.foodnetwork.com/holiday-central/package/index.html?xp=fnholiday
Do those people have people clean their houses for them? I mean I know they use sets so of course they're spotless but I mean when they entertain at home. They get people right? They must. Especially if there's kids involved. I don't have kids though.
Turned up the heat on the ham. Maybe another half an hour but in the meantime I totally got too close to the water with my finger while testing the temp aaaand ouch. ya. Also, the inside of the banana bread tastes delish but it's supposed to be bread and not pudding so. There goes that.
Maybe I should publish now so this can be a two-parter. I know I have the intention of doing that and then I never do because the night comes and I'm truly bushed but I think it would be good to report back on just how awesomely out of control the day went. So. Here you are.
Laundry, dust, vacuum, clean bathroom, empty dishwasher, clean off kitchen table, get rid of garbage, hide presents. Again, that's the short list.
More later.
oy. I ignored the amount of water that was going to displace when i put the ham in the pot. = Mess.
I put the butter on top of the toaster oven to soften. And then forgot about it until I had already put the loaf pan in the oven so I had to take it back out...but it wasn't softened so i think i ruined it. because the inside is raw. After about an hour and a half.
And all of a sudden Frank is already on 537 with pops in tow and Deanna is thinking around 2 which is only 3 hrs away and the house is in worse shape than it was this morning, if you can believe that.
See Anna Sun, "Walk the Moon".
I forgot to add 'water the plants' to the list.
AAAnd the ham is only at about 100 degrees depending on which thermometer you wanna listen to. And it's been on the stove since around 8 am this morning. I know because I got on the phone w/ my dad at 8:05 and shortly thereafter was when the water displacement incident occurred.
http://www.foodnetwork.com/holiday-central/package/index.html?xp=fnholiday
Do those people have people clean their houses for them? I mean I know they use sets so of course they're spotless but I mean when they entertain at home. They get people right? They must. Especially if there's kids involved. I don't have kids though.
Turned up the heat on the ham. Maybe another half an hour but in the meantime I totally got too close to the water with my finger while testing the temp aaaand ouch. ya. Also, the inside of the banana bread tastes delish but it's supposed to be bread and not pudding so. There goes that.
Maybe I should publish now so this can be a two-parter. I know I have the intention of doing that and then I never do because the night comes and I'm truly bushed but I think it would be good to report back on just how awesomely out of control the day went. So. Here you are.
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