Now that my Christmas preparations are all through (aside from decorating, but I’m waiting till we get our tree), I find myself with very little to do. I’ve actually taken up the cross-stitching again, but I get bored with the project after 15 or 30 minutes and have to move on to something else.
But what, dear friends? What shall I do with myself? Don’t say, “Make banana bread!” or I’ll have to shoot you. I’ve made so much banana bread this year. Okay, maybe not a ton, but at least…six or eight loaves. We always have more bananas than I can eat. I’m trying, though. Look at me, eating bananas! Well, okay, I’m not actually eating one right now. The ones we have are either ready for banana bread or not ripe yet. Plus, someone already gave us some banana bread for Christmas, and I have a leftover loaf in the freezer downstairs. Okay, not baking. Next idea?
No, I’ve already cleaned my bathroom today. Try again. Did dishes (what was dirtied after Merkin did the dishes –no, that wasn’t a joke — and then left for work, so not a lot). Next idea? Wait. I’m having a conversation with myself again. Nevermind. I think the computer wants me to say, “Never mind,” but I prefer it to be one word in this instance. You know, like when you say it really fast?
Moving on…BratzBasher had her last day of school for the calendar year. The eighth grade concert band had to play for all three awards ceremonies for the school (sixth, seventh, and eighth). She had band all day. She got so sick of all the songs — especially the choir’s songs because they had cheesy lyrics. She came home and put on Depeche Mode and felt better. I like that it’s not Justin Bieber that makes her feel better.
I think I’ll find something fun to do now. Maybe I can track down a coloring book. I like to color. It’s relaxing. I think I have one with detailed butterfly pictures. Butterflies are awesome.
I had my first mammogram yesterday. It was…weird. What else can I say? Maybe it won’t be quite so weird next time. At least now my stepmother will stop nagging me to do it. It’s not that I was so averse to getting it done. I just didn’t bother to make the arrangements before now. I’m the type of person that doesn’t go to the doctor unless there’s something wrong that over-the-counter meds can’t deal with.
Onto another topic…BratzBasher has YW tonight. The Beehives are having a girly night. BB fought it, but eventually acquiesced. Sometimes the president just has to yield to the majority. She did draw the line at foot massages, though. I’d have to agree with that one. I don’t like other people touching my feet. They are doing pedicures, however. BB complained about having to shave her legs and trim her toenails. I told her the shaving wasn’t necessary, but she disagreed. She’s got some girly instincts, but she’s not happy about them, I guess. The funniest part was when she complained about how hard it is to trim your toenails all the exact same length.
BB’s advisor called her this afternoon to ask BB if she’d bring treats. BB then informed me that the brownies I made earlier today must be sacrificed for the greater good. I took her to Walmart to get donuts from the discount bakery rack. Nobody comes between me and my brownies. Especially since I added walnuts and fudge frosting.
Ten points if you can tell me where today’s title came from. Merkin, you’re not allowed to play.
Today is my thirty-seventh birthday. I had to do the math last night because I can never remember how old I am. Maybe I’m repressing the knowledge. “Help! Help! I’m being repressed!” Shut up, knowledge.
Anyway…it’s been a pretty quiet day. Merkin let me sleep in while he made BratzBasher’s lunch and took her to school. Surprisingly, I didn’t sleep in very long. I woke up around 9:00 and decided I was up for the day. Amazing what a difference two hours will make. If I had gotten up at 7:00, I’d probably have gone back to bed till 11:00. Instead, I went to Target and bought a bunch of t-shirts. Hey, they were only $5, and I’m low on short-sleeved shirts that don’t have anything printed on them. I find I prefer color to making a statement these days. Maybe it’s my age showing. Nah.
To be honest, I don’t feel old. Unless I’ve been kneeling for a while and have to stand up. Boy, then I really feel old. It’s a good thing I’m not Catholic.
Merkin has the day off. He went to the gym this morning for a workout and an interview. They’re doing an article about local “elite athletes” for the city newsletter, and they decided to include him because of all the progress he’s made with the weight loss and exercising. I think the indoor triathlons were what really decided the matter for them. He told them he wouldn’t do it unless he wasn’t the only one in the article. We joke about the “elite athlete” label here at home. I’m sure Merkin had a hard time not rolling his eyes. It should be fun to read what they have to say about him, though.
BB was in the mood for some Tom Jones yesterday. She likes his rendition of Talking Heads’ “Burning Down the House”, but she also enjoys the cheesiness of “She’s a Lady”. I played “It’s Not Unusual” for her for the first time. She thought that was pretty ridiculous, too. I’m glad she’s the kind of girl that appreciates a good…what do I call it? Cheese indulgence? She sometimes listens to Hall and Oates, too. In fact, she was in charge of the iPod on the way to Girls Camp and was happy to discover that Hall and Oates was available. (Or should that be “were”? Oh well.) I think there might have been a few complaints, but the driver was singing along.
Speaking of music, I need to find me some good birthday music to listen to today. I just need to figure out what I’m in the mood for. Maybe I’ll put on some Muse. Or maybe I’ll indulge in a little cheese. I haven’t quite decided yet.
Merkin had the day off today, so we spent some quality time together at the gym. We didn’t see each other the whole time, though, because we were doing separate workouts. Merkin was practicing his swimming for the short triathlon. It’s 300 meters in the pool, 3 miles on the treadmill, and 10 miles on the bike. Doesn’t seem too bad (if you can swim, which I really can’t very well), but I couldn’t do them all together. Well, I couldn’t do the swimming at all. I did 30 minutes on the stationary bike and then walked. I almost typed “stationery bike”. Would that be a bike made out of stationery, or a bike for writing letters while you exercise?
On a completely unrelated note…or maybe I could create a clever segue using the letter-writing thing. Nah.
Has anyone else out there been receiving hate spam? I just got two of them totally dissing (sp?) my blog. Excuse me, but you’re not even a real person. Quit raining on my parade. I don’t write this blog for the enjoyment of others. I write it because it’s an outlet for what I’m thinking and feeling, a record of (some of) my doings, and…something else that’s all about me. That’s right. Me me me me me. Okay, and sometimes I like to post pictures of crafty things I make so that other people will compliment me. See? More me. It’s a very self-centered blog. Most of the time. I freely admit it. I do enjoy connecting with other people, but even if nobody ever commented, I’d still be writing this. Really. Honest and for true. Because it’s my blog. For me. What do I care what other people or computer-generated spam thinks of me?
I was sitting here trying to remember how long I’ve been blogging when I realized that I missed my second blogging anniversary. Not that I would normally celebrate it, but I missed the first one, so…
Oh well. When it comes to anniversaries, I’m a regular Forgetful Jones.
I’m not sure which of these two sillies I am — Forgetful, or his cousin. That’s okay. Blogging anniversaries aren’t nearly as important as my wedding anniversary — which I can never remember, either. I’m pretty sure it’s already happened this year. (That was a little joke, Merkin.)
I’ve been semi-productive today. I mailed four of the five packages that I intended to send off today. I accidentally left the fifth on the dining room table. Sigh. I got out of the house twice today — first to find packaging material, then to mail stuff.
I don’t know. I’m just feeling slightly bored, tired (but not the go-back-to-bed tired), and just off. I’m not sure what I need to feel better. Not even my favorite Dora post on Cakewrecks cheered me up. That never fails. I’m not exactly sad. I’m just not happy. Or even content/complacent/whatever that word is that I’m looking for. I hate that.
I’m going to go put in a load of whites and then craft something.
I’ve gotten quite a bit done today, although nothing that could be counted as housework. Hmm. I’ll do dishes after I get BratzBasher from school. She’s playing in the winter band concert tonight. She’s excited, but she’s worried that the band isn’t ready to perform for an audience. The director is always coming up with colorful ways to criticize the student’s playing — without swearing, mind you. The trumpets are flabby…the snare drum player has discovered the secret to time travel…I’m not sure what all of them mean, but BB thinks it’s hilarious. Of course, she’s not getting the brunt of her teacher’s wrath.
By the way, BB did enjoy A Christmas Carol. When they got back to school, her class studied common illnesses in Victorian England in an attempt to discern Tiny Tim’s ailment. BB thinks it was rickets.
I told The Purple Lady that I’m making pajama pants for Merkin and BB for Christmas. They already know they’re getting them, but they don’t know what the material looks like. PL asked me to make her some, too. I found this cute, purple flannel with monkeys on it. She said she wears a small these days, and I know she’s super short, but I’m pretty sure the pants turned out too small. Sigh. I’m sending them anyway — maybe I’m wrong. If I’m right, and they’re too small, I can make her another pair. I’m also sending her a loaf of banana bread — which I still need to bake — so her package won’t be a big disappointment either way. I had to pick up some pecans, though. That’s the only kind of nut she eats in her banana bread.
What else? I’ve got the latest Jack Reacher novel (The Affair, by Lee Child) waiting for me to read it. I reserved it ages ago at the library, but the waiting list was super long. It’s mine for the next two weeks.
Well, I’m going to see what else I can do before BB gets out of school.