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What do you do when you don’t want to make lunch?

Well, I’ve decided that I’ll just blog until I’m hungry enough to actually fix something.  Laziness is my main problem with lunch.  Hard to be motivated enough to make something for just one person.  I’ll probably wind up having a sandwich, but that just doesn’t sound appetizing enough right now.

So what have I been up to?  Not much.  Thanks for asking.  Actually, the most exciting thing to happen to me since my last post was a sleep study.  Turns out I’ve got sleep apnea.  I pretty much knew that going in because Merkin has noticed I tend to stop breathing occasionally while I’m sleeping.  I needed a doctor to confirm it in order to get one of those CPAP (Continuous Positive Air Pressure) machines, though.  Now I’m just waiting for the paperwork to go through, I guess.  In the meantime, I’m still alive and kicking.

I’ve been listening to the Glory soundtrack a lot.  That was a good movie — sad, but good.  My favorite tracks from are “Charging Fort Wagner” and the music for the closing credits.  The Harlem Boys Choir featured throughout the soundtrack is pretty amazing.  Here’s a snippet for y’all:

I’ve also been reading The Fire Sermon by Francesca Haig.  It’s set in a post apocalyptic world (presumably Earth, but I don’t know what country because all of the old governments have fallen) where each birth produces twins: one perfect and one with either physical deformities or telepathic abilities.  The perfect twin (known as an Alpha) is accepted into society while the other (known as an Omega) is branded and cast out to fend for itself.  The catch is that whenever a person dies, their twin dies in that same moment.  It’s kind of interesting, but I haven’t really made up my mind about it yet.  I’ll let you know when I’m finished.

Okay, I think I want a sandwich now.  Maybe tuna.

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So I haven’t posted in a while…

Not that there’s much to say — except that the storytelling class was totally awesome.  Maybe that should’ve ended in an exclamation point.  Ahem.  The storytelling class was totally awesome!  Yeah, that’s better.  We told a bunch of stories, did some improvisation, learned a ton…it rocked.  BratzBasher took it for credit, and I know she got an A.

Other than that…Merkin’s truck died, so we’ve been sharing the car.  This usually means that I drive him to work in the morning and pick him up in the evening, but sometimes I just let him have it — the car, I mean.  He thought he’d found a good replacement, but it turned out to have a bad title.  Dat not good, Wudy.

It’s Story Swap night at the library.  I guess Linda and I will break out one or two stories from class.  We have a few to choose from.

Maybe I’ll post book reviews later this week.  Maybe I won’t.  Maybe you’ll be forced to resort to reading my Goodreads page.  I haven’t posted book reviews in ages because of Goodreads.  They have a thing where you can automatically post your review to your blog, but I’m not sure how that would look.  Maybe I’ll try it.  There are a lot of maybes in this paragraph.

I’d apologize for a lame post, but we’ve already established that this blog isn’t about you.  I make no apologies for content — or lack thereof.


That’ll teach me to walk in those shoes.

The insurance adjuster came to look at the car today.  He said they’d probably total it.  Tell me something I don’t know.  Anyway…I’m still without a car.  I’ve been walking to BB’s school to pick her up so she doesn’t have to walk home by herself.  Plus, it’s good exercise for me.  Usually, I wear my good walking shoes.  They’re my pricey ones from New Balance, and they’re really comfortable.  I don’t always wear them because I like shoes I can put on quickly, and I hate having to mess with the laces.  I even have to double knot my walking shoes because the laces are those rounded ones that always come untied.  Double knotting works, though.  Anyway…today I forgot to change from my put-on-in-two-seconds shoes to my walking shoes before I walked to BB’s school, and now I think I’m getting a blister.  Ah well.

In other news…I had my first appointment with my new therapist today.  I think it went well.  I’m optimistic.  I feel really comfortable with her.  She’s one of those people that give off good vibes — if you know what I mean.  She may be able to get me out of jury duty, too.  Apparently, my mental problems may actually be good for something.  I’m supposed to report to (at?) the courthouse next Wednesday.  (Or is it Tuesday?  Oh, well — it’s on my calendar.)  But if the letter from my therapist works, I can skip it.

Sometimes I wonder if I should be sharing stuff like that, but then I think “Enh.  Whatever.”  It’s not like I’m giving a play by play account of everything.

Our impressive, new library is having a dinner for volunteers, and yours truly (+ guest) is invited.  I sent in my RSVP.  Merkin suggested I take BB.  She likes going to those things with me.  Not that Merkin minds it, but he encourages mommy/daughter time whenever possible.  Especially if it doesn’t involve homework.

Speaking of homework…BB’s Com Arts teacher emailed us today to tell us that she’s missing five of BB’s assignments.  FIVE!  Good gravy.  Merkin has threatened to leave BB home when he goes to the anime convention this weekend if she doesn’t get everything turned in by Friday.  She’s found four of them, but she’s missing the fifth.  She thinks it’s in her locker at school.  If not, she’d better get another copy of the worksheet and get it done, or she’ll be one sad kid.

Oh!  And BB’s signed up to do a story for the children’s concert at this year’s St Louis Storytelling Festival.  Anyone know any good stories?  The festival is in just a couple of weeks.  I think.  I need to look it up again.  We’re looking for something about 3-5 minutes long, I think.  BB does best with a basic story that she can embellish on without having to memorize anything specific.  She prefers comedy, but she’s done a good job with retellings of historical events like the miracle of the seagulls and the crickets.  Her version of Thor’s Wedding Day is still my favorite, though.


Just stuff.

I’m packaging up the lame merchandise that Mr. Tacky ‘S Us sent me.  I thought about packaging it exactly as he did, but I decided not to tempt fate.  I wouldn’t want to be denied my refund because the merchandise arrived broken.  I’m also being very good about not including a passive aggressive note inside.

Our ward has decided to hold Girls Camp in February this year.  Don’t worry, they aren’t snow camping.  They’re going to Nauvoo!  It will involve a temple trip to do baptisms for the dead, but they will also be doing all the usual Nauvoo touristy stuff.  How little this resembles the Girls Camp I went to.  I’m sure the girls will have a chance to do their Girls Camp certification stuff in the summer, but this will be a pretty awesome weekend for them.  Well, next weekend will be.  They’re not going this weekend.

I’ve started reading Invincible, the second volume in Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Chronicles of Nick.  I was worried that I should have gone back and reread the first one before checking out the second, but the story and characters are all coming back to me.  I’m hoping there will be more Bubba in this book.  He was awesome in Infinity.

BratzBasher’s circus day is fast approaching.  I have no idea if she’s learned any good tricks for her magic presentation.  I have a feeling she’s not practicing that as much as she should.  Now the teacher wants all the kids to learn how to juggle.  Excuse me?  I was never coordinated enough to learn how to do it.  I hope she’s grading on effort more than performance for that one.  I expect most kids couldn’t pick it up in just a couple of weeks.  I’m really not looking forward to wandering around a school filled with clowns.  They don’t scare me so much as weird me out.  Maybe I shouldn’t have read Stephen King’s It when I was in high school.

I’ve caught a cold.  From BB.  Not fun, but I’m not complaining as much as she has.  There’s nothing like listening to someone else’s whining to put the kibosh on your own.

I have better things to do than sit here, wondering what to type next.  I think I’ll go figure out what they are.


Okay, that’s better. Sort of.

I contacted someone regarding my previously mentioned issue, and he was very helpful in working to circumvent my problem once again.  Unfortunately, that still leaves me with the problem of how to get rid of all this anxiety.  I guess now I have to tackle the issue of whether or not my medication is worth the trouble.  I’m thinking not.  I won’t stop taking it, but I need to start working on getting it changed, I think.  If I hadn’t been so “okay, okay, you’re the doctor”, maybe I’d already be working on that.  In the meantime, I’m breathing a little easier these days.

In other news…BratzBasher got invited to attend a grown-up play with one of our friends from the storytelling group she and Merkin joined.  It’s set in a German concentration camp during World War II.  I think it will be a good experience for her, and she’s feeling pretty good about being invited.  Merkin downloaded a review of it so she could be prepared for what sorts of things she might see.

BB’s English teacher assigned the kids to make valentines from Orpheus to Eurydices.  (Eurydices was bitten by a poisonous snake and died.  I think it was on their wedding day.)  The valentine has to include a poem.

Foo4: Can it be super cheesy?  You know, so it’d be more fun to write.

BB: It can’t be funny, and we can’t do “roses are red” or anything like that.

Foo4: That’s too bad.  I was going to suggest “Roses are red / The lake is blue / I’m sorry that the snake bit you.”

BB: giggle

She also shot down “You are my shining star in a sky of blackness!”  I remember hearing a poem once with the line “Let our hearts entwine like honeysuckle.”  I think that one was supposed to be funny.  BB did write a very good poem, by the way.  I won’t share it without her permission, though.

I guess I’d better do some laundry.  I can watch Star Trek DVDs while I fold.

 


I should be busy, but…

I’ve decided to blog instead.  Yeah, I know.  House to clean, laundry to wash, presents to wrap, stuff to pack…and here I am sitting at the computer, blogging about nothing.

Here’s something: Merkin completed the short version of the indoor triathlon at our local gym.  It was 300 meters in the pool, 10 miles on the stationary bike, and 3 miles on the treadmill.  It’s a pretty awesome accomplishment.  I know I couldn’t do it.

We leave for AZ in…four days.  Yipes.  I need to get to work.  But I’ll waste some more time here first.

Anyone else out there have trouble with stocking stuffers?  I mean, girls are easy — at least in our family.  Guys, on the other hand…not so much.  I wish we’d gone with my family’s tradition of an orange in the heel, an apple in the toe, and nuts (in the shell) and a toothbrush for the rest of it.  Well, okay.  We did get a couple of little presents in there, too.  I do the toothbrush thing, but that’s about it.  I don’t bother with trying to fill the things anymore.  I just make sure there’s a couple things in there.  Is our Santa stingy?  No, he’s just out of ideas.  That’s okay.  Merkin already knows about me and my lack of gift-giving talent.  He loves me anyway.

We have way too much food in this house for a family that’s leaving for a five-day vacation in just four days.  Do I go ahead and turn the bananas into bread and freeze the loaves?  But they’re not really ready for that, yet.  Best to do it when they’re overripe.  Is that how you spell overripe?  It looks weird.  Lots of words are like that, though.

That’s all I’ve got.  I can’t even come up with any more nothing to keep myself away from chores.  Sigh.  Back to work.


A bit o’ this, a bit o’ that.

Ricky from Target (He totally looks like a Ricky) called me today to tell me my glasses are ready.  I’m kind of excited.  Mostly about being able to see better, but also I’m hoping that they will look better when I can see them on me from further than a foot away.  Maybe they’ll be perfect — or nearer to it than I anticipated.

I also need to contact T-Mobile and ask them what the heck is going on with my online account info.  It tells me I have $75 on my pre-paid account, but no minutes.  That’s garbage.  I want to know what my exact minutes are, thank you, not a plea for more money “to avoid an interruption in service.”  Dopes.  Yes, my phone is still working.  It does have $75 on it.

BratzBasher is on a field trip today.  Or, rather, she was on a field trip.  She’ll be back at school by now.  The entire 7th grade went to see A Christmas Carol.  I hope she enjoyed it.  I think the last time I saw a play on stage was when we attended a local high school production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.

December is almost here.  I don’t do so well this time of year.  I need to make sure I get out of the house every day, not overburden myself with unnecessary holiday preparations, and pray, pray, pray.  I think that last one will probably help the most.

I didn’t sew BB’s jammies yesterday.  I did confirm that Merkin will require the same size.  He’s lost so much weight, plus he wears his pants around his practically non-existent hips.  This is not a dig at my hubby’s appearance, mind you.  I just realized it would look that way.  I like his new look.  I liked his old look.  I like his practically non-existent hips.  If that was too much information, you can just roll your eyes at me and move on.

And moving on…I did finish my skirt yesterday.  It doesn’t look as finished along the bottom edge as I would’ve liked, but that’s due to the fabric I used.  It’s difficult to do certain things with brocade, but I like the look.  The skirt looks great.  I can’t wait to wear it Sunday.  BB promised she’d let me wear it twice before she asked to borrow it.  Ha.  Darn tootin’, kid.  Besides, she still hasn’t worn her new dress to church yet.  I need to get her those leggings, but I have to try them on to determine whether we need large or extra large.  Why can’t they just make magically altering clothing.  One size fits all!  No, really!  We mean it!  And they would mean it, by golly.

I took a nap this morning and had a bizarre dream about living in a dystopian society.  We were getting ready to move away, but the government was helping us move, so we had to get rid of any incriminating evidence in our possession.  If we broke the law, we’d have to stay.  Isn’t that crazy?  I found three articles of clothing that I’d borrowed from someone and never returned.  Rather than give them back — inviting an accusation of thievery — I was trying to figure out how to burn them in secret.  Then I needed to figure out what to do with all the metal parts (zippers, snaps, etc.) so that no one would find them and wonder why I’d been burning clothing.  I finally decided to sew them inside our clothes next to similar metal parts so that the metal detectors wouldn’t give us away.  It was crazy.

Then there was this message mole.  An actual mole bearing a message on his back.  He’d been lurking around, and I thought he was a rat, at first, because he was so small. By the time I figured out what he was, the string tying the message to his back had rubbed him raw under the forelegs, and I had to treat his wounds and figure out how to reply to the message some other way before it was too late.  It was a secret message from some government official that was on our side, warning us to hide any pictures BB had drawn of him as a panda.  Yeah.  I get some weird ones sometimes.

And now I have errands to run — glasses to pick up — things to see and do.