The other night Hubs and I crawled into bed, well, Hubs crawled into bed, I had to first explain, AGAIN, to Smokey that My pillow is NOT her sleepy time spot before I could crawl into bed. After successfully claiming my side of the bed, and turning out the light I settled into sleep.
Apparently, Micah had other plans, as he ran his hand slowly down my back. I calmly explained to him that my vagina was an adolescent vampires wet dream at the moment, and that hanky panky was not on my agenda tonight.
And that’s when he bit me.
Of course, this didn’t happen in real life.
It doesn’t matter if I am laying in bed or peeling potatoes for supper, I imagine the weirdest things, I picture the oddest scenarios. I make up dialog between me and some other person, ANY other person. I hold entire conversations, sometimes, even arguments, with non existent people. All.The.Time. It’s an addiction.
Does anyone else do this?
A few days ago I commented on a blog. Not a shocking activity for a blogger, is it? The neat part about my comment was that it cemented my involvement in the Pay it Forward Movement. I’ve seen Pay It Forward posts around the net for a while now, and thought it was a great idea.
What happens is you write a post, much like I am doing, but with different words – and maybe some pictures. Everyone who does not have dial up loves pictures! During your post you mention Pay It forward and specify which comments will be involved.
In my case, I have chosen comments number 3, 5 and 8. Do they seem random? they aren’t. Random would be choosing negative sixteen, eighty four and nine billion and one. If you are commenter number 3, 5 or 8 I will request your snail mail address and send you something, BUT you have to do the same on your blog.
Thus, if you decide to leave a comment, and you happen to be 3, 5, or 8 and do not want to play, please make a note of it in your comment!
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In other news, Hubs is picking up his PSP tonight after work, so I will be bored and on the interwebs waiting for you to entertain me. There had better be cotton candy and balloon animals!
Exhibit A: (some of ) My Socks
Exhibit B : Hub’s Socks
Exhibit C : Stuperman’s Socks
In conclusion : I WIN!
I fully expect that scientific journalists and parenting magazines will be knocking on my door to interview me any minute!
Ovens are hot.
To take advantage of that warmth you need to wait for a minus thirty three day before deciding to bake cookies.
Mix up a double batch of the chocolate chip cookie recipe you stole from Fab last winter. Forget to take a picture of gigantic ball of chocolate-chip studded dough. Decide a lolcat talking about cookies is an OK substitute.
Add Smarties to the top cus you are cool like that!
Pop those suckers into the oven. Wait eight minutes. Remove. (is anyone writing this stuff down?)
Wait for them to cool.
Feed annoying little people who keep asking “Are they done?”
You should eat one too!
“But,” you say, “That is only 24 cookies. What did you do with the rest?”
Good Question internets, goood question.
You see, the one and ONLY benift to living in Saskatchewan in the winter is that the entire outdoors becomes your freezer.
Make the cookies like above, but do not cook them, instead, mash them together, cover them with wrap – please note taped edges to foil the wind –
And toss them onto your front deck, (or you can put on your toque, your husband’s shoes and walk out in nothing else but your fuzzy Pooh jammies and place them carefully on the deck – your call) and walk away. Use much willpower not to sneak back and begin eating frozen cookie dough.
Do NOT forget to leave a ball of raw dough in the refrigerator for your husband. Forgetting this step is a sure way to incur his wrath!
In the morning morning, rescue the frozen cookies, package them, and store in the inside.the.house freezer.
Helpful hint : Stack packaged cookies precariously in the freezer so that they fall out and smack you in the head as timely little reminder they are there. This will prevent freezer burn.
And there you have it, Cookies in the wintertime.
So my husband wants to buy another Weapon of Mass Ignoring. This time he wants a PSP.Playstation Portable for those of you lucky enough to not live with a person addicted to RPG’s.
Yes, a person can be addicted to games. Here is a classic example of an addicted Gamer
As long as he has a game, be it one he has rented or one he has bought, I do not talk to him. I see only the back of his head and all I hear is swearing from him – directed at the characters on the television. You know, the ones who CANNOT FUCKING HEAR HIM!!
It’s kind of odd, this reluctance I have towards him owning another hand held game. I wanted to get him an iPod Touch for his birthday, which is more expensive than the PSP, but he argued that the PSP has more features. That the iPod is music based while the PSP is game based plus has the music. (actually, now that I think about it, the PSP would end up being more expensive becuase he would be renting/buying games for it)
I think it all boils down to the fact that we are all ignored when he has a new game to play. Until He has beaten the game, he exists in his own little world filled with animated characters killing randomly named creatures.
And yet, In the end, I know he will get it. After all, I always get what I want, so he should too.
right?
