I knew I would suck at this giveaway thing.
All the things and all the stuff? All the shit from my house? It's finally on its way to your house - well, it will be in the morning when I drop it all off at the post office.
Please forgive me for taking forever to get things packaged and boxed and addressed and posted.
Have I ever mentioned that I'm the Queen of Procrastination? I am. I should've warned you beforehand.
On the other hand, almost every free thing I've ever signed up for came with a "please allow 4 to 6 weeks for delivery" disclaimer, so really, at three weeks, I'm not doing SO bad. Right? Right?!
Anyhow, enjoy your things and stuff. And if you don't, please don't send it back.
(There are three of you whose addresses I've not received, and if you email those to nattums at g mail dot com, I'll send your shit along, too. :) )
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Sunday, May 22, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Winning!
Did you enter my giveaway? You did?! YAY!
You Won!!!
So, to claim your prize, you need to email me your address. Nattums at gmail dot com.
There's a surprise, too. I'm not going to tell you what you won. You probably know already anyhow. But you're probably going to get an extra prize too.
Aren't giveaways fun?!
Oh, and if you didn't enter, but you email me your address anyhow, I'll probably mail you something. (Not to make you giveaway winners feel slighted or anything, but there's a lot of stuff left over. I really don't want to put it in my basement again. You get it, right?)
Make it happen, people. Jimi's getting tired of the shit taking over the living room, and Finn is trying to make all of it his toys. (All of it except #13. He hates #13.)
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Here's what I've been doing.
I don't have anything good to write about, so I'll just write about all of it.
The sun came out on Thursday and it made everything better.
Jimi and I met up with a friend for dinner that night - we tried a new-to-us place that we've for years heard our friends rave about. I was less than impressed. First, I strongly believe that the chips and salsa portion of a Mexican meal is a vital component, and shitty chips or bad salsa can ruin the entire experience. There's a delicious, authentic Mexican joint up the street from my office - Jimi and Steve love the place, but I refuse to eat there. Why? They have shitty chips; they serve those round yellow corn stale salty discs that are at the peak of their taste-ability when coated with that gross yellow nacho cheese you can find at any high-school sporting event concession stand. They have their place, I suppose, but it ain't on my table when I'm looking for chips and salsa while waiting for my enchilada and refried beans. I insist on homemade, warm, barely-salted, triangle-shaped tortillas. And homemade salsa, preferably the consistency of crushed tomatoes with no big chunks of anything. And if you make me pay $2 for chips and salsa, and then present me with those bullshit round yellow discs, I will say bad things about you to all of my friends, El Mundo.
(Then again, I didn't spot a single Hispanic working at the place. When it comes to Mexican food, this is a bad omen.)
To be fair, the entrees were pretty good. The enchiladas were different from any enchilada I've had before, but they weren't bad. And the beans weren't refried, but rather black beans cooked with some sort of meatfat and spices - they were probably the best part of the meal.
Friday was Administrative Professionals Day, and after being reminded by a customer that he has a pretty awesome office staff, our boss took Kimmie and I to the Cheesecake Factory for a long lunch that left us all feeling fat and near-comatose. Why on Earth did we think it'd be a good idea to order pasta and follow it up with a huge hunk of rich cheesecake? (Probably because we thought it'd be delicious, which it was.) We suffered for hours afterward, though. Too many foods.
After work, I met Kimmie and Alicia and Dot over at Kimmie's and we cackled like hens for hours under the guise of getting together to watch the Royal Wedding on the DVR, but the wedding was mostly forgotten until it was getting late. We fast-forwarded through the three and a half hours of footage, stopping for the highlights, like the crazy hats and every scene featuring the new Princess's sister's ass...because we'd heard tale of how someone's boyfriend was being a complete cockbag and stated Pippa's ass was big. (Seriously? What lens are you using, dude? I think it's broken.)
Jimi and I got up early today to check out a "HUGE 4-family Yard Sale/Estate Sale" that turned out to be a half a driveway worth of wicker furniture, old shoes, old purses, and a $50 framed picture of George Costanza in his underwear.
Then we drove around for an hour in search of a breakfast place that would please my discriminating palate without forcing me to wait in a lobby full of old people and screaming children for 15-20 minutes. At 10 o'clock on a Saturday morning. In the East End of Louisville. (In other words, yeah fucking right.) We finally settled on Wendy's because it was there and their breakfast is pretty damned good and because if I didn't eat NOW I was probably going to morph any second into a crazyhungry version of Medusa with hungry snakes popping out of my head. Jimi turned into the parking lot just in the knick of time, and I'm pretty sure he knew it.
After breakfast we ventured to Lowe's so I could pick up one of those manual stick-tiller things so I could get the flower beds in front of the porch ready for planting. Not that I have a plan of any sort, but Kimmie gave me a bunch of lamb's ear and it had to be in the ground before the end of the day today so I had to do something. In addition to the tiller, we picked up a few bags of shit (I mean, manure/compost/dirt), a rose bush (!!!), a couple of lilies, and two orchids that were on clearance and told me they NEEDED to come home with me. (Of course I couldn't deny their request.)
The tiller thing was awesome until I was like a third of the way through the first bed and realized I was growing a nickel-sized blister in the middle of the pad of my left palm. I decided to ignore it, and managed to do so quite well - I got one entire bed dug out, the rose bush planted and I was trucking right along. I was well into the planting of the lamb's ear - I looked down at my right palm and realized the much-smaller blister there had burst and there was dirt caked all up underneath the flap of skin that hung there. And it hurt.
I'm a big ol' wuss, so I dug a big hole in the corner of the bed and planted the hunk of lamb's ear that was left, figuring I can always move it later. I was done with gardening, at least for the day. I put away my things and called it a day.
The rest of my day has been spent playing Sims 3 and watching Extreme Couponing. Not bad for a Saturday.
I really need you to go enter my giveaway. I need to send you some of these things and some of this stuff. Just do it.
What was your favorite part about this week? Did you have a turning point - like the sun coming out? Are you and your families safe after the horribly scary weather of the last week?
Happy Weekend! I hope the sun is shining wherever you are.
The sun came out on Thursday and it made everything better.
Jimi and I met up with a friend for dinner that night - we tried a new-to-us place that we've for years heard our friends rave about. I was less than impressed. First, I strongly believe that the chips and salsa portion of a Mexican meal is a vital component, and shitty chips or bad salsa can ruin the entire experience. There's a delicious, authentic Mexican joint up the street from my office - Jimi and Steve love the place, but I refuse to eat there. Why? They have shitty chips; they serve those round yellow corn stale salty discs that are at the peak of their taste-ability when coated with that gross yellow nacho cheese you can find at any high-school sporting event concession stand. They have their place, I suppose, but it ain't on my table when I'm looking for chips and salsa while waiting for my enchilada and refried beans. I insist on homemade, warm, barely-salted, triangle-shaped tortillas. And homemade salsa, preferably the consistency of crushed tomatoes with no big chunks of anything. And if you make me pay $2 for chips and salsa, and then present me with those bullshit round yellow discs, I will say bad things about you to all of my friends, El Mundo.
(Then again, I didn't spot a single Hispanic working at the place. When it comes to Mexican food, this is a bad omen.)
To be fair, the entrees were pretty good. The enchiladas were different from any enchilada I've had before, but they weren't bad. And the beans weren't refried, but rather black beans cooked with some sort of meatfat and spices - they were probably the best part of the meal.
Friday was Administrative Professionals Day, and after being reminded by a customer that he has a pretty awesome office staff, our boss took Kimmie and I to the Cheesecake Factory for a long lunch that left us all feeling fat and near-comatose. Why on Earth did we think it'd be a good idea to order pasta and follow it up with a huge hunk of rich cheesecake? (Probably because we thought it'd be delicious, which it was.) We suffered for hours afterward, though. Too many foods.
After work, I met Kimmie and Alicia and Dot over at Kimmie's and we cackled like hens for hours under the guise of getting together to watch the Royal Wedding on the DVR, but the wedding was mostly forgotten until it was getting late. We fast-forwarded through the three and a half hours of footage, stopping for the highlights, like the crazy hats and every scene featuring the new Princess's sister's ass...because we'd heard tale of how someone's boyfriend was being a complete cockbag and stated Pippa's ass was big. (Seriously? What lens are you using, dude? I think it's broken.)
Jimi and I got up early today to check out a "HUGE 4-family Yard Sale/Estate Sale" that turned out to be a half a driveway worth of wicker furniture, old shoes, old purses, and a $50 framed picture of George Costanza in his underwear.
Then we drove around for an hour in search of a breakfast place that would please my discriminating palate without forcing me to wait in a lobby full of old people and screaming children for 15-20 minutes. At 10 o'clock on a Saturday morning. In the East End of Louisville. (In other words, yeah fucking right.) We finally settled on Wendy's because it was there and their breakfast is pretty damned good and because if I didn't eat NOW I was probably going to morph any second into a crazyhungry version of Medusa with hungry snakes popping out of my head. Jimi turned into the parking lot just in the knick of time, and I'm pretty sure he knew it.
After breakfast we ventured to Lowe's so I could pick up one of those manual stick-tiller things so I could get the flower beds in front of the porch ready for planting. Not that I have a plan of any sort, but Kimmie gave me a bunch of lamb's ear and it had to be in the ground before the end of the day today so I had to do something. In addition to the tiller, we picked up a few bags of shit (I mean, manure/compost/dirt), a rose bush (!!!), a couple of lilies, and two orchids that were on clearance and told me they NEEDED to come home with me. (Of course I couldn't deny their request.)
The tiller thing was awesome until I was like a third of the way through the first bed and realized I was growing a nickel-sized blister in the middle of the pad of my left palm. I decided to ignore it, and managed to do so quite well - I got one entire bed dug out, the rose bush planted and I was trucking right along. I was well into the planting of the lamb's ear - I looked down at my right palm and realized the much-smaller blister there had burst and there was dirt caked all up underneath the flap of skin that hung there. And it hurt.
I'm a big ol' wuss, so I dug a big hole in the corner of the bed and planted the hunk of lamb's ear that was left, figuring I can always move it later. I was done with gardening, at least for the day. I put away my things and called it a day.
The rest of my day has been spent playing Sims 3 and watching Extreme Couponing. Not bad for a Saturday.
I really need you to go enter my giveaway. I need to send you some of these things and some of this stuff. Just do it.
What was your favorite part about this week? Did you have a turning point - like the sun coming out? Are you and your families safe after the horribly scary weather of the last week?
Happy Weekend! I hope the sun is shining wherever you are.
Enter my Giveaway - please?
C'mon, guys. Please don't make me put this stuff back in my basement. You need some new-to-you things, right? And some more stuff?
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Okay, now that I've found 100 things...
Today, a week and a day after my 31st birthday, I'm finally getting my cake and ice cream. I've requested my favorite, strawberry cake with fun-fetti icing and vanilla ice cream. (Very grown up, Momma says.) For my 13th birthday, my Momma made me a strawberry cake and decorated it to look like a pink boom box. My friend James made me a strawberry cake and decorated it with tiaras and princess castles last year. Strawberry cake really is my favorite.
Momma asked me if I had any input on what I'd like for dinner. The only thing I could come up with was grilled asparagus.
31 feels like a turning point, a crossroads. Like I'm going through some sort of awkward phase, a growth spurt. Maybe I am. Maybe I'll come out on the other side, 32 and a full-fledged adult. One who does a load of laundry every night instead of letting it pile up for two and a half weeks and then only breaking down and sorting and washing because clean panties are nowhere to be found. One who immediately does the dinner dishes when the meal is finished. One who vacuums and dusts every Sunday.
I'm not saying it's likely, just that it COULD happen. You know, miracles happen every day.
31 does feel weird, though. Not old, I'd never dare use that word in relation to that number. Wiser? More aware? More appreciative? Something.
So far, though, aside from feeling a little odd, 31 is pretty cool. I'm happy, healthy, loved. I've got a job and a home and a car that just rolled over 70K miles Friday night.
That's pretty cool, actually. My little Honda Civic, the one I bought all by myself with my very own credit in September of 2004, the one I didn't need my (ex)husband's income to qualify for, the one I drove from Nebraska to El Paso and then back home to good ol' Kentucky, has just rolled over 70,000 miles. I can probably get 70,000 miles out of this car three more times before it shits the bed and has to be replaced. Of all the decisions I've made in my life, buying that car was probably the most sound financial one. (Well, as long as you don't take into consideration the fact that my OLD Civic was paid off and in good shape and had only 145,000 miles on it and probably could've been driven (for free) for another 150,000 without much more than basic preventative maintenance. But whatever.)
I'm so glad the sun is out today - the weekend's been kind of a bust and the sun makes everything seem happier, doesn't it? Yesterday was Thunder Over Louisville - a huge air show and fireworks display that kicks off the official Kentucky Derby Festival festivities. Every year, my boss gets us tickets to the Bats (local AAA baseball team) game, and we hang out together all day and watch the game, watch the air show, watch the rednecks, watch the fireworks. And drink beer and booze we smuggled in and eat fried foods and complain about the heat or the cold or the sun or the clouds. Yesterday, though, the weather sucked. It was cold and windy and drizzling and gray. Everyone backed out, and then I did too. I think the only tickets that were used belonged to C and her family - so 5 out of 20? That sucks. I'm going to have to offer to reimburse the company for the four I requested and didn't use. Suck.
Did you know Haagen Dazs makes Sweet Chai Latte ice cream? Holy shit, it's to die for. Go get some now. I'll wait. Delicious, right? I told you. Haagen Dazs just has it like that, though. They make everything delicious. I'll never forget the night Kat and I got that banana split from their store in the Crystal City Mall in D.C. - cherry vanilla ice cream, a banana, strawberry sauce, whipped cream, nuts. God, my mouth is watering just remembering it. We drove around the Ft. Belvoir area for much longer than we should've, running in and out of Targets and Food Lions, darting to their frozen foods sections in search of that never-before-heard-of-but-now-must-have-it flavor - Cherry Vanilla. No one carried it. No one had it. We gave up and hung our heads and stopped at the gas station to fill up her car and get some snacks. Guess who had Haagen Dazs Cherry Vanilla ice cream? That's right, the gas station did. Grocery stores didn't, but the gas station did. For years after that, I felt as if I had to buy 2 pints every time I found the flavor in stores - it was like a rare gem! I'm kinda over it now, though. Maybe it's guilt by association. But this sweet chai latte is delish.
Jimi's going to take me to "breakfast" (it's noon already), and then we'll go find some fun until it's time to head to Momma & Daddy's for my birthday dinner. It's kinda like "Natalie's 31st Birthday, take 2". That's what I'm doing today. What are your plans? May I make some suggestions? First, go enter my giveaway. I'll mail you some shit from my house. Fun, right? Then, go join in on the Comment Love Day over at FTLOB. Everyone loves comments.
Momma asked me if I had any input on what I'd like for dinner. The only thing I could come up with was grilled asparagus.
31 feels like a turning point, a crossroads. Like I'm going through some sort of awkward phase, a growth spurt. Maybe I am. Maybe I'll come out on the other side, 32 and a full-fledged adult. One who does a load of laundry every night instead of letting it pile up for two and a half weeks and then only breaking down and sorting and washing because clean panties are nowhere to be found. One who immediately does the dinner dishes when the meal is finished. One who vacuums and dusts every Sunday.
I'm not saying it's likely, just that it COULD happen. You know, miracles happen every day.
31 does feel weird, though. Not old, I'd never dare use that word in relation to that number. Wiser? More aware? More appreciative? Something.
So far, though, aside from feeling a little odd, 31 is pretty cool. I'm happy, healthy, loved. I've got a job and a home and a car that just rolled over 70K miles Friday night.
That's pretty cool, actually. My little Honda Civic, the one I bought all by myself with my very own credit in September of 2004, the one I didn't need my (ex)husband's income to qualify for, the one I drove from Nebraska to El Paso and then back home to good ol' Kentucky, has just rolled over 70,000 miles. I can probably get 70,000 miles out of this car three more times before it shits the bed and has to be replaced. Of all the decisions I've made in my life, buying that car was probably the most sound financial one. (Well, as long as you don't take into consideration the fact that my OLD Civic was paid off and in good shape and had only 145,000 miles on it and probably could've been driven (for free) for another 150,000 without much more than basic preventative maintenance. But whatever.)
I'm so glad the sun is out today - the weekend's been kind of a bust and the sun makes everything seem happier, doesn't it? Yesterday was Thunder Over Louisville - a huge air show and fireworks display that kicks off the official Kentucky Derby Festival festivities. Every year, my boss gets us tickets to the Bats (local AAA baseball team) game, and we hang out together all day and watch the game, watch the air show, watch the rednecks, watch the fireworks. And drink beer and booze we smuggled in and eat fried foods and complain about the heat or the cold or the sun or the clouds. Yesterday, though, the weather sucked. It was cold and windy and drizzling and gray. Everyone backed out, and then I did too. I think the only tickets that were used belonged to C and her family - so 5 out of 20? That sucks. I'm going to have to offer to reimburse the company for the four I requested and didn't use. Suck.
Did you know Haagen Dazs makes Sweet Chai Latte ice cream? Holy shit, it's to die for. Go get some now. I'll wait. Delicious, right? I told you. Haagen Dazs just has it like that, though. They make everything delicious. I'll never forget the night Kat and I got that banana split from their store in the Crystal City Mall in D.C. - cherry vanilla ice cream, a banana, strawberry sauce, whipped cream, nuts. God, my mouth is watering just remembering it. We drove around the Ft. Belvoir area for much longer than we should've, running in and out of Targets and Food Lions, darting to their frozen foods sections in search of that never-before-heard-of-but-now-must-have-it flavor - Cherry Vanilla. No one carried it. No one had it. We gave up and hung our heads and stopped at the gas station to fill up her car and get some snacks. Guess who had Haagen Dazs Cherry Vanilla ice cream? That's right, the gas station did. Grocery stores didn't, but the gas station did. For years after that, I felt as if I had to buy 2 pints every time I found the flavor in stores - it was like a rare gem! I'm kinda over it now, though. Maybe it's guilt by association. But this sweet chai latte is delish.
Jimi's going to take me to "breakfast" (it's noon already), and then we'll go find some fun until it's time to head to Momma & Daddy's for my birthday dinner. It's kinda like "Natalie's 31st Birthday, take 2". That's what I'm doing today. What are your plans? May I make some suggestions? First, go enter my giveaway. I'll mail you some shit from my house. Fun, right? Then, go join in on the Comment Love Day over at FTLOB. Everyone loves comments.
Want to win some Shit From My House?
I've posted the one hundred things I'm giving away in honor of the One Hundred (and Three?!) Awesome people who are following my blog. I've put together 55 "prize packages", some big, some small - and I'm really hoping to mail them out to 55 different people, though I'm not above dividing every one of those 100+ things among three entrants.
Tell your friends.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Don't mind me...
One Hundred Things? WTF was I thinking? It's a lot. I'm up to like 37. Lori? Where's your shit, and how much will it cost to ship it?
:)
Bare with me till Sunday, will ya? Sunday is the day. I need time, people. One Hundred things is a lot.
We can talk about other stuff until then, right? Like how I've gotten like 3 blog awards that I've yet to acknowledge beyond a lame "I know I got it and I'll do it in a minute, okay?" comments. God, I suck. I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I owe my brother a letter or a dozen, also, and I've not done that yet, either. I'm so far behind. On everything.
I feel like I need a reset. Like if I could just start fresh, updated and current, everything would be great. But we don't have reset buttons. I just have to make the time to make it all happen.
And then I read those words I wrote and I'm like, "Oh, Natalie, you're such a lazy bitch." It's true. My "busy" is like everyone else's "relaxing". I'm just a princess.
So, I have no excuse for anything and I'm going to go work on that giveaway thing some more so you don't all end up thinking I'm a big fat asshole. :)
And you're all still WAY awesome.
:)
Bare with me till Sunday, will ya? Sunday is the day. I need time, people. One Hundred things is a lot.
We can talk about other stuff until then, right? Like how I've gotten like 3 blog awards that I've yet to acknowledge beyond a lame "I know I got it and I'll do it in a minute, okay?" comments. God, I suck. I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I owe my brother a letter or a dozen, also, and I've not done that yet, either. I'm so far behind. On everything.
I feel like I need a reset. Like if I could just start fresh, updated and current, everything would be great. But we don't have reset buttons. I just have to make the time to make it all happen.
And then I read those words I wrote and I'm like, "Oh, Natalie, you're such a lazy bitch." It's true. My "busy" is like everyone else's "relaxing". I'm just a princess.
So, I have no excuse for anything and I'm going to go work on that giveaway thing some more so you don't all end up thinking I'm a big fat asshole. :)
And you're all still WAY awesome.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
You people are so freakin' awesome.
All 100 of you!
That's right, folks, I've hit 100 followers/people who don't think I'm boring/awesome people/readers!
Giveaway details are coming. I thought I had at least a week before I'd have to get my shit together (literally), but I only had a day and of course, I'm not prepared. Color me surprised.
Jimi doesn't get the giveaway thing. "You're going to send strangers 100 things that you find around the house?" Yes. "Do you know how much that's going to cost in postage?" What's a few hundred bucks between friends? "Why would anyone want anything you find around the house?" I have no idea, other than a deep conviction that if someone else was hosting this giveaway, I'd want to win something. "You should call it Natalie's Absurd Found Household Item Giveaway." It already has a name, Jimi. It's called Shit From My House. "Must you always cuss?" Yes.
Stay tuned. Good shit is coming. And some really awful shit too.
That's right, folks, I've hit 100 followers/people who don't think I'm boring/awesome people/readers!
Giveaway details are coming. I thought I had at least a week before I'd have to get my shit together (literally), but I only had a day and of course, I'm not prepared. Color me surprised.
Jimi doesn't get the giveaway thing. "You're going to send strangers 100 things that you find around the house?" Yes. "Do you know how much that's going to cost in postage?" What's a few hundred bucks between friends? "Why would anyone want anything you find around the house?" I have no idea, other than a deep conviction that if someone else was hosting this giveaway, I'd want to win something. "You should call it Natalie's Absurd Found Household Item Giveaway." It already has a name, Jimi. It's called Shit From My House. "Must you always cuss?" Yes.
Stay tuned. Good shit is coming. And some really awful shit too.
Monday, April 11, 2011
I have some things to tell you.
My computer is back! Okay, it was barely gone. I dropped it off after work today with Britney Robinson of Robinson Technology & Financial Management Services - within 30 minutes she called to say she'd restored all of my photos YAY!!! In less than 3 hours, she called to say she'd cleared 5 viruses and restored all documents (including tax returns) and our machine was ready to be picked up. It's running like new and the cost was much less than I would've expected - a third of what I paid to repair my ex-husband's machine when he made the same mistake years ago.
Do I have to say how good it feels to know my pictures are safe? Or that I'm going to back those bitches up post haste?
Other things I want to talk to you about:
~ I've got this ridiculously bad habit of accidentally buying Christian Fiction books. I don't pay much attention when I'm buying books, mostly because I don't spend a lot of money when I buy books and if you're only spending a quarter or fifty cents, how bad could it really be, you know? Speaking sign language gorilla bad. My five year old died and now I'm going to clone him except OH WAIT that opens the door for late-term abortions bad. No, really. Those are the story-lines for two of the books I picked up at that neighborhood yard sale last Spring - a REALLY Catholic neighborhood, turns out. The Encyclopedia of the Saints I picked up should've tipped me off maybe. Or the "Women of Faith in Fiction" badge on the cover that I barely glanced at before my purchase was complete.
I never know these books are Christian fiction until I'm like 10 pages in, and by then, I'm officially "Reading" the book. I've got this rule, you see - once I start reading a book, I have to finish it. That piece of shit called "The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon" or something like that? Stephen King? It's like 150 pages and it took me 10 months to finish it, but I read every page of that pile of poop. So I start reading these books, and I have to finish them, even though it involves lots of eye rolling and soapbox preaching and loud exclaiming.
~ I love Jimi so much. I say it all the time, I know, but my God, I love that man like I love breathing air. You know how when you're in a long term relationship that feeling of awe, that overwhelming ILOVEYOU feeling, it ebbs and flows, right? It does with us too, sure, but we flow a lot more than we ebb. And our highs are so much higher than our lows are low. And he continues to amaze me every day with his ability and willingness to bend, to shift, to move with me, even when I'm unpredictable and nonsensical and crazy. He's a lesson in patience, goodness, kindness, generosity. Every moment I spend with him makes me a better person - he makes me want to do more, to be more.
~ I need to go see if I can play my Sims 3 game again - the restore fucked it all up and I'm hoping the magic fix fixed that too. Fingers crossed!
~ There are two blogging award thingies hanging out there with my name on them that I've yet to acknowledge. I haven't not noticed - I've been busy, and I'm sorry. Give me a few more days, ladies, please?
~ I'm really going to have a giveaway and give away shit from my house. 100 things. No shit. 100. Tell your friends. No more details until I have 100 followers. Yes, I'm trying to lure more people to my blog with the promise of mailing them things I don't want anymore. You know you're going to enter.
I think that's a good place for an ending, eh? Happy (almost) Tuesday!
Do I have to say how good it feels to know my pictures are safe? Or that I'm going to back those bitches up post haste?
Other things I want to talk to you about:
~ I've got this ridiculously bad habit of accidentally buying Christian Fiction books. I don't pay much attention when I'm buying books, mostly because I don't spend a lot of money when I buy books and if you're only spending a quarter or fifty cents, how bad could it really be, you know? Speaking sign language gorilla bad. My five year old died and now I'm going to clone him except OH WAIT that opens the door for late-term abortions bad. No, really. Those are the story-lines for two of the books I picked up at that neighborhood yard sale last Spring - a REALLY Catholic neighborhood, turns out. The Encyclopedia of the Saints I picked up should've tipped me off maybe. Or the "Women of Faith in Fiction" badge on the cover that I barely glanced at before my purchase was complete.
I never know these books are Christian fiction until I'm like 10 pages in, and by then, I'm officially "Reading" the book. I've got this rule, you see - once I start reading a book, I have to finish it. That piece of shit called "The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon" or something like that? Stephen King? It's like 150 pages and it took me 10 months to finish it, but I read every page of that pile of poop. So I start reading these books, and I have to finish them, even though it involves lots of eye rolling and soapbox preaching and loud exclaiming.
~ I love Jimi so much. I say it all the time, I know, but my God, I love that man like I love breathing air. You know how when you're in a long term relationship that feeling of awe, that overwhelming ILOVEYOU feeling, it ebbs and flows, right? It does with us too, sure, but we flow a lot more than we ebb. And our highs are so much higher than our lows are low. And he continues to amaze me every day with his ability and willingness to bend, to shift, to move with me, even when I'm unpredictable and nonsensical and crazy. He's a lesson in patience, goodness, kindness, generosity. Every moment I spend with him makes me a better person - he makes me want to do more, to be more.
~ I need to go see if I can play my Sims 3 game again - the restore fucked it all up and I'm hoping the magic fix fixed that too. Fingers crossed!
~ There are two blogging award thingies hanging out there with my name on them that I've yet to acknowledge. I haven't not noticed - I've been busy, and I'm sorry. Give me a few more days, ladies, please?
~ I'm really going to have a giveaway and give away shit from my house. 100 things. No shit. 100. Tell your friends. No more details until I have 100 followers. Yes, I'm trying to lure more people to my blog with the promise of mailing them things I don't want anymore. You know you're going to enter.
I think that's a good place for an ending, eh? Happy (almost) Tuesday!
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