Sunday, September 29, 2013

I Can't Think of Anything to Say...

This is an odd post.  Not that the others aren't, but I apparently started writing and then...forgot.  So the first part is from sometime in August and then miraculously in a fit of time-bending awesomeness, I am posting as of today.  I think this means I win the Internet, but don't tell anyone, cuz I'm so not sharing.

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That subject line may not be quite true.  It's either I can't think of anything, or can't sift through the myriads of thoughts in my head, make a selection and use that as my theme.  OMG THE PRESSURE!

All this is because I'm feeling obligated to post.  After my recently* renewed commitment to blogging more regularly, I ended up missing a couple of weeks months.  I'm worried that if I don't get something up in the blogosphere today* I'm just gonna slack again.  

It's not even that I didn't have good reasons for not posting.  I've had a lot (a lot, no really, A LOT) of "stuff" going on, including 1200+ miles of travelling and 95% more social time than my introversion typically allows, extra hours at work (but these ones are filled with more work than the others so I think it balances?), and going through 10 years of items around my home in prep for post-selling the house moving.

I'm exhausted just writing that.  You people just exhausted me.  That's it, guilt is much easier, I'm stopping here and taking a nap.

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Just kidding.  However, maybe I should take a nap, since I just deleted about 5 paragraphs explaining why I didn't write yesterday.  The irony is that I didn't write yesterday because I put my back out and was spending quality time on muscle relaxants...but really, it probably would have been a better post than the one I'm writing now.  Because then I wouldn't care if I was babbling...if I'd even noticed I was.  

Besides all these other things I've been reading George R.R. Martin's "A Song of Ice and Fire" series (aka tv's Game of Thrones series).  I was late coming to the books, and now that Season 3 of the tv series is done, I've finished the corresponding book.  As anyone who has read or watched, nothing and no one is sacred or safe in these stories, and as much as I hate George a little, I'm in awe of his ability to engage his audience in his story.  

Mostly I just hate the fact that I want to see what I'm reading played out by actors and they haven't done this season yet.  C'mon, universe, turn at my bidding already!

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Today

* I am highly amused that I was correct about not posting/slacking.  I didn't get this post up that day and did slack again.  Self-knowledge is the key to procrastination, folks.  ;)  I am the Mistress of my own Destiny.

Not much has changed since that post back then.  I'm still fighting my way through 10+ years of house crap, fighting monsters and zombies in a dungeon (because that's just how I roll...get it?), and working my fingers to the bone making sure everyone in the known universe has wireless connectivity.  Had some relatively disappointing life news but I'm in 'shake it off and look at the positives mode' - which honestly may have something to do with the pear-infused vodka and orange juice I've been swilling in between naps.

Speaking of naps, I've been watching a lot of Netflix in the background while I've been working (evenings, weekends, when I should be sleeping, when I should be doing anything else).  I caught up what was there for Glee (which rekindled my Journey obsession), and am now making my way through 24.  I think I'd watched season 2 & 3 when they aired but it fell off my radar after that.  When I'm catching up series like this, I tend to do it in rapid mode...obsessively watching any time I have a little to spare.  Now how does this tie into naps?  

Apparently watching copious amounts of 24 leads to naps that include sex dreams about Kiefer Sutherland.  Since he was a crush of mine back in the "Lost Boys" days (don't judge me!), it probably wasn't a huge leap to retrigger that.   Of course, in the same dream cycle, I also dreamed about taking a shower with Mr. Eggshells and a container of crinkle fries and accidentally peeing in it (the container, not the Mr.).  Like you do?  So I'm not sure if this means more vodka, less vodka, more 24, less 24, more fries, less fries, or just a regular appointment with a licensed therapist.  If I figure it out, y'all will be the first to know.

In other news, I cut 10" of my hair off and donated it to Locks of Love.  I haven't had it this short in years...like when I was a senior in high school back in 19-shut your face it so has not been that long.  I'm enjoying it, even though every time I see myself in the mirror I get startled.  

And finally, the Mr. and I, along with some good friends went to see Maroon 5 on Friday night.  He had *a* beer and I had no alcohol.  We're still wrecked 2 days later from the late night and standing.  And...sadly, Adam Levine was "rocking" a 70's porn style mustache that did not suit him well, and he didn't take off all his clothes.  I cried a little.  But all in all, it was a great show and it's an awesome reality check to feel like you're 25 years too old for a concert.  ;)

Posting now, before I forget again.  Toodles noodles!