Ah! The warm glow of eeevil!

Snort! Hee! I-Mockery.com's review of the The Queasy Bake Cookerator Oven!.
I had the more feminine version of this when I was a kid. Made yummy stuff with it until I ran out of mixes.

Mom, Brandy yelled at me!

So, I have been asked, nay, ordered to blog more by my friend Brandy while she was visiting this past weekend. Of course, I don't have too much of interest to say. Hmmm, need to work on the self-pity a bit.

Okay, I did get to watch Brandy dye Kathleen's hair in lovely shades of black and burgundy (looks good), which may have lowered my personal fears about hair-coloring a bit, so that was good. I've always wanted to try out a new color, but I'm still wary of getting stuck with it for too long, or it never washing out, or some such silly thing. Gotta work on them phobias.

I am also working on time management. Even though I am unemployed (by choice) I seem to never get things done during the day. In order to address this, and in preparation for grad school, I've decided to examine why I have such a hard time completing or starting projects. I am reading a very good book called Time management from the inside outby Julie Morgenstern (look it up yourself, lazy bums). I bought it about 3 years ago, so you can see how good my management skills are currently. I'm working on my "big-picture goals," as the author calls them, and having fun playing with markers and my big whiteboard. So far, so good, actually. I feel more focused already! And very colorful from all the ink on my hands.

"Mee?"

Yesterday Missy came out of the laundry room post-nap, with her face covered in a cobweb mask. I mean, it covered her entire face. I don't know how she could see through it. Just looked up at me and went "Mee?" Didn't bother her in the slightest (perhaps she thought she was setting a new fashion), but had me rolling on the floor. Yes, I peeled it off of her.

Playing by myself

Ran around like a maniac after winterizing the front door, yelling, “Vere is my caaaawk?” in a strange, pseudo-Russian accent (my friend C would’ve appreciated my performance). You see, I wanted to seal some drafts I found. Still can’t find it. My caulk, that is.

Managed to seal and lock the bathroom window. Just needed to be done during daylight, so that I could see what the hell I was doing. Now all those backyard peepers can’t get in and bother me.

All this was prompted by the $170.00 power bill I received this month. Just in case you were wondering, that is fucking high.

And then I made lunch, yaki soba and leftover hot n’ sour soup. And sung “sooouuup, beautiful sooouuupp!” to myself, shades of the mock turtle from Alice in Wonderland. Had a wonderful 5th grade teacher that read it to us. She had the best voices for all the characters.

Oh, and cat farts? Very smelly.

Off to look for my cock, er, caulk. :-)

Recent Accomplishments and Errata

Wow. I've been busy. In the past 5 days, I think I have done more "important" stuff than I have in over a year. Let's see...

• Applied for graduate school. Huge props to Kathleen, who held my hand, edited my essays, and gave me a much needed kick in the butt. And many thanks go to everyone else who helped motivate me along the way. Now I only have to wait until March to see if I am accepted.
  
  This was hanging over my head for sooo long. Feels very good to have it done. Now I have lots of actual free time, instead of just time that I was procrastinating in. Speaking of which...
  
  
• Applied for a really nice University library job. Not sure if I have a chance, there may be an insider who wants it. But at least I applied.
  
  
• Just (about 3 minutes ago) applied at a temp agency. Time to earn some money instead of just spending it. I'm actually looking forward to bulking up my savings again, and not feeling guilty about buying the extra-fancy toilet paper. My sabbatical has been very good for me, though. Nice post-divorce, post-move, post-everything therapy.
  

Time to pull myself out of the essay-induced paper avalanche now.

And I'm off tonight for dinner with my new squeeze/boyfriend/don't-know-what-to-call-him-because-we-haven't-discussed-it-yet.

Ta!