Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Spring Cleaning
Here in NC it's a sunny Monday in the 70s, my favorite kind of day.
For a few days now, I have been systematically sorting through my closet, purses, makeup, and nail polish; keeping what I want, pitching what I don't. This process has taken a while, and today (while grubbing a burger from CookOut), I started thinking about self-cleaning. Emotional trash piles. Shit you just don't need in your personal life, your thoughts, you know, like you do when you're eating fat kid cheeseburgers. Anyways, yeah.
So, currently, we've got some big changes happening around here: my Life Hostage for about 5 years now is heading to Afganistan for lucrative contract work. It's a huge opportunity for us, and gets his foot in the door with his company to make some serious cash in the future. I have mixed feelings, not necessarily about him being gone, but about myself being here. That probably doesn't make sense, but oh well. There's gotta be a point in here somewhere. I'm not going to be working for awhile, and depending on him to handle the finances. This causes EXTREMEFUCKINGOMGANXIETYLIKEWHOA. He handles money better than me, definitely. I just hate taking other people's money. Poor kid complex or something, I don't know. But like my closet/pit of glittery doom, I'm working on cleaning these feelings out. It's ok to depend on people, for other people. Not for me, especially not financially. Yeah, that thought right there. Gotta go.
ANYWAYS, that was a ramble, huh? But along with the sunny happy days we have coming ahead, I'm hoping to usher in a new attitude, more confident, peaceful, social (I'm a creepy hermit) and as stress free as I can manage with my crazy kids.
For a few days now, I have been systematically sorting through my closet, purses, makeup, and nail polish; keeping what I want, pitching what I don't. This process has taken a while, and today (while grubbing a burger from CookOut), I started thinking about self-cleaning. Emotional trash piles. Shit you just don't need in your personal life, your thoughts, you know, like you do when you're eating fat kid cheeseburgers. Anyways, yeah.
So, currently, we've got some big changes happening around here: my Life Hostage for about 5 years now is heading to Afganistan for lucrative contract work. It's a huge opportunity for us, and gets his foot in the door with his company to make some serious cash in the future. I have mixed feelings, not necessarily about him being gone, but about myself being here. That probably doesn't make sense, but oh well. There's gotta be a point in here somewhere. I'm not going to be working for awhile, and depending on him to handle the finances. This causes EXTREMEFUCKINGOMGANXIETYLIKEWHOA. He handles money better than me, definitely. I just hate taking other people's money. Poor kid complex or something, I don't know. But like my closet/pit of glittery doom, I'm working on cleaning these feelings out. It's ok to depend on people, for other people. Not for me, especially not financially. Yeah, that thought right there. Gotta go.
ANYWAYS, that was a ramble, huh? But along with the sunny happy days we have coming ahead, I'm hoping to usher in a new attitude, more confident, peaceful, social (I'm a creepy hermit) and as stress free as I can manage with my crazy kids.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Turquoise Day
Yes, I am wearing quirky, knock-off Keds. Krystal already yelled at me for that. Whatever! [Whatever is right! Love the leggings though. -Krystal]
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Kid Logic Wins Again
Ok, quick little backstory first. I have 2 kids, the older is a boy who is 5 and the younger is a girl, 4. For Interwebz purposes, let's call 'em Thing 1 and 2. Also, they are smarter than me.
I lose things pretty frequently. Keys, phone, various little makeup things, etc. Brit's had to ship things I leave at her house 2 states away. This particular day, I had lost my keys. Shocking. Really.
"Man, I have to go get T1 from school. T2, let's go!"
No keys to be found. Look everywhere. Fridge (has happened), bathrooms, purse, counters, kitchen drawers. Nowhere.
T2 is parked in front of the tv with PS3 contoller scrolling through Netflix.
"T2, have you seen my keys?"
"In the car, Mom."
"No! I had to unlock the door to get in. They're in here somewhere"
Keep looking. Go upstairs, look there. Search kids' rooms. No keys. Make WTF angry faces. Going to be late picking up T1.
"T2 are you SURE you haven't seen my keys?"
"In the car, Mom"
FINE. I'll go look.
Stomp outside. Look in car. Keys on seat.
::facepalm::
I lose things pretty frequently. Keys, phone, various little makeup things, etc. Brit's had to ship things I leave at her house 2 states away. This particular day, I had lost my keys. Shocking. Really.
"Man, I have to go get T1 from school. T2, let's go!"
No keys to be found. Look everywhere. Fridge (has happened), bathrooms, purse, counters, kitchen drawers. Nowhere.
T2 is parked in front of the tv with PS3 contoller scrolling through Netflix.
"T2, have you seen my keys?"
"In the car, Mom."
"No! I had to unlock the door to get in. They're in here somewhere"
Keep looking. Go upstairs, look there. Search kids' rooms. No keys. Make WTF angry faces. Going to be late picking up T1.
"T2 are you SURE you haven't seen my keys?"
"In the car, Mom"
FINE. I'll go look.
Stomp outside. Look in car. Keys on seat.
::facepalm::
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Sincerely, Yours.
To build a blog and to get Krystal to post to it: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. Only I'm not president, nor am I editing that out of my background. And oh yeah, that actually happened. Effin'A, Tuesday!
I dig politics (obviously), tech, and art. I'm a life hacker, yogini, rock climber, and programmer. I also fancy book reviews, beauty bits, crass humor, and a good martini.
We has blog!
Ok, yeah, I'm dumb. Anyways, yep. Doing the blog thing. I had an epic kick ass title for this beeyotch, then forgot it. Fortunately, I have an epic kick ass BF who handles this kind of shit, hence that there title. [Editor's Note: Damn straight. -Brit] From me personally, you can expect some ranting, some makeup and nail looks and reviews, maybe some book reviews and recommendations, and some general asshattery, maybe some serious stuff. Also, bad grammar and worse language. Don't like cussing? Maybe not the place for you. Basically, this is a little online outlet for my crazy. Also a test to see if I can actually keep up with a blog. I'm pretty much the ADD queen of the world. Ok, maybe not the world. Maybe just my house.
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