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Bumble bees and gas station burgers
It’s been a crazy week.
To say I’m glad it’s Friday is an understatement.
Being sick does not suit me. Hate it. Not that anyone LOVES being sick …. wait, no there are those who do. I’m not one of them.
So yesterday, I literally got dressed in the dark. (Good news is, today I got light bulbs on my lunch break – and after standing on three chairs in three different rooms, I am now ‘illuminated’)
I wore a pale yellow sweater, black skirt and black boots.
Saw my reflection in the office door as I was approaching it and thought “Crap. I look like a bumble bee.”
Not that I cared too much – I was saving all my energy to just get through the day – no time for vanity or caring about looking like an insect.
I had entirely too many clothes on by the way. Under my skirt were leggings – and under my sweater, a white tank top.
Felt like I was getting undressed every time I had to answer natures call.
Keep in mind – I was still fuzzy –and tired …
Next big event was me dressing after having answered natures call, and walking out of the bathroom with my skirt tucked into my leggings.
*sigh*
Classic.
Better than into my underwear I suppose (like above) –and it helped that no one else was in the office at the time.
Later I was hungry.
I hadn’t really been hungry for days. Because of this, I hadn’t packed a lunch.
I trotted (probably ‘trotted’ is a tad too energetic of a word) … alright, I shuffled over to the gas station and got a hot dog.
Then my stomach said “You don’t just want the hot dog! You’re hungrier than that!! Get more food!”
So I got the dreaded gas station cheeseburger.
About half an hour later, I went paler than I normally am … said ‘uh oh’ and then DID trot, okay, galloped to the rear of the building and said good-bye to my lunch.
Which became the news of the day.
Agents that came in were advised “Yeah, Amanda puked in your trash can” and me retorting “I did not! I made it to the bathroom!”
Good times.
I couldn’t have been happier to see 5 O’Clock. I took my bumble bee self home. Fell asleep on the couch fully dressed, bumble bee outfit and boots and all.
When I finally did get to bed – I fell hard!
Deep deep sleep until almost midnight. There was a disturbance in the force.
It was a good one though.
I awoke in time to see an IM that made me very happy.
I replied and went back to sleep.
This morning … I looked at the clock to see I had slept in by an hour and a half. I pretty much had 11 hours of sleep.
Jumped out of bed – grabbed my toothbrush, let the dog out. Filled her bowl with kibble. Dressed (mindful of insect imitations) and left a confused dog and a sick son and hit the road.
I’m never late.
Never.
And today was no exception.
I am SO ready for more sleep.
But! I’m skyping with the man I love and know I can sleep in tomorrow.
Plans, Posters and imaginary Parenthood
Gawd – I’m feeling the pressure to write some amazing year-end ‘blow your socks off’ post. No one is putting this on me – I’m quite capable of creating impossible real and imagined tasks all by myself.
So – I’ll just say this.
I have plans tomorrow.
GASP! SHOCK!
(AND, there’s more, I reconnected with an old friend last night and we’re actually going to see each other … hopefully February!)
The way my plans went down was funny in a kind of sad but true way …
Friend: “We should go to dinner on New Years Eve”
Me: *Awkward ‘deer heard a leaf crunch’ stare*
Friend: “C’mon! You said you were going to do more”
Me: “I did things this year”
Friend: “Those things weren’t this year”
Me: “Yes they were!!! We did like, THREE things this year!!”
Friend: “No we didn’t”
Me: “Yup, dinner, tortoise ….”
Friend: “Oh, yeah I guess it was this year”
But how sad is it that ‘We already DID something this year’ was my go to excuse??? LOL!
Now I’m deciding what to wear …
Either this shirt:
Or this one??
Won’t much matter – it’s not like I’ll be counting down to midnight in it. We’re going to meet at the restaurant at 4:30. “That’s when OLD people eat!” she said … I just raised my eyebrows.
We’re not getting any younger.
Bonus, her adorable granddaughter is coming too – who is growing up WAY too fast, just like every other adorable baby ever born.
*sigh*
Speaking of adorable babies growing up too quickly … my son stopped by yesterday bearing gifts. No it wasn’t a baby.
(But he had me totally scared the other night when he ran to find me in the house and asked “What were you going to name me if I was a girl???” After I answered, he pounced off. I took a beat before pouncing after him “Wait!!!! You’re playing SIMS right??? Please tell me you’re playing SIMS!”)
He was.
Phew!
ANYWAY! He brought me … Nerdvana! A Jesse Pinkman doll … an Abraham Series 6 Walking Dead doll and … A 6 FOOT POSTER OF DARYL DIXON!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!
I put it up last night. I was reminded of my teeny bopper days. I remember carefully removing the center fold of my Circus magazine and adding to my expansive wall décor … my long-haired loves. Mostly Nikki Sixx … Swoon! And Tom Keifer. Many staple related injuries were due to those two.
Last night a framed Ansel Adams moved aside for Daryl.
Then I decided to be silly with it … (this is why I can’t leave the house people … I am NOT normal!)
I posted this on Facebook with the caption: “I hate for you to see us arguing, but he did just bring up Carol!”
Listen, I’ll do the dinner tomorrow … but I think I’m only being fair when I give my friends an out. I cannot be held responsible for any oddness that may ensue at that early seating. LOL! May the force be with you Denice – you brought this on yourself.
And HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone! May 2015 be filled with love and light and laughter … wishing you all the very best always!
More holiday fun
I’m like a kid – I’ll play with the boxes and ribbons instead of the present – as proven here.
A basket of goodies came and I was all over those ribbons like a cat. Okay, a naughty cat, but when it comes to someone holding a camera – I have to be a ham (or, a chocolate pasty stripper?!)
My son called later in the day.
Nic: The UPS man is here
(I hear Butters barking like crazy in the background)
Nic: Says ‘perishable’ – I’m openin’ it.
Me: Who’s it addressed to?
Nic: Amanda
Me: Then you’re not openin’ it
Nic: Oooo …. working on the corners
Me: Nic don’t!
He didn’t.
I play a game called Big Fish – been playing it for years. When you’re a hermit, you still need entertainment – and it’s a free social casino type game. Fun fun!
Anyway, I got an email a few days back saying they’d like to send me a gift.
Moi?! Ok!
Responded to email – it was legit.
Came home and opened the box – ok, Nic ended up openin’ it – and inside:
Thoughtful!
Here’s what was inside:
It was only later Nic and I had the same realization –
“Aren’t those candy apples in the news??”
We decided they meant the hard caramel/toffee kind and chocolate covered were fine.
Nic also made dinner tonight. I’m swamped with holiday miracles!
Ok – maybe the aftermath was not such a miracle – but I decided to choose my battles – be VERY grateful for the meal (it was delicious) and do the dishes for him. 😉
Afterall, ’tis the season of giving. Giving the chef a break. 🙂
Antsy & glad of it!
Oh it’s SO hard to concentrate at work! It’s quiet – and I’m alone. (I literally just echoed ‘alone, alone, alone’ in my head just for fun, I’m so in need of stimulation!)
I’ve cleaned the office, twice.
Sorted files that were already sorted.
All the while, I’m mentally checking off everything that needs to be done tonight and this weekend.
1st world problems eh?
There are such atrocities occurring right this second in the world – I should be ashamed of myself.
My biggest issue right now is hoping my key doesn’t stick in my ignition after parking at a shop.
I have a gift to pick up that arrived at the store I had it sent to. I have a project to pick up and buy frames for. Lots of ‘little’ shopping to do this weekend, and clean clean clean the house. (That time there was no echo, just repetition for effect – my house is a pig sty right now.)
I say it every year, so why should this year be different? My most favorite day is Christmas Eve!!!!!!!!!
I’m a big fan of anticipation. Looking forward to something.
‘Merry’ is still hanging in the air – hope and sparkly eyeballs are still about.
5 minutes after gathering around our little tree Christmas morning and it will be all ripped paper and disheveled bows and … over.
And yeah, I know, the gifts aren’t the ‘reason for the season’ – and I’ll spare you my anti-religion tirade. But what tops the joy of giving a token of appreciation to someone that makes time on this planet joyful– for me – is the looking forward to doing it!
Before we know it – this entire year will be scrapbook fodder.
Over. Done.
Then onto 2015.
It’s crazy. How time really DOES fly – especially the older we get.
I’m grateful for every minute – and grateful for you all and grateful for my 1st world problems.
Be careful out there this weekend if you, like me, are insanely putting yourself in the throngs of shoppers and traffic.
Dixon dreams, plastic cheese & rogue gifts
Dreamed of Daryl Dixon last night. This pleased me.
Butters and I went to bed early – I was so tired yesterday I didn’t go grocery shopping AGAIN!
I started to make my lunch this morning, pulled two slices of bread out of the fridge, laid them on a paper towel, headed back to the fridge for some fillings only to discover, there were none.
Butters looked very disappointed, so she got a piece of Kraft cheese (the plastic wrapped kind, that will NEVER find itself anywhere near a sandwich of mine unless it’s grilled.)
So I’m sat without lunch and wondering if I’ll find the energy to go to the shop tonight. I mean, I HAVE to – but it’s so lovely and chilly out, all I want to do is drive straight home and put my comfy clothes on and snuggle in.
There’s also the issue of my car. *sigh* Yup. So the key is still randomly sticking and refusing to come out of the ignition from time to time. Yes, I wiggled the steering wheel. Yes, I pushed in before turning key. Yes, it’s in park when I do these things. I’m thinking shifter cable issue. I’m also thinking that is going to have to wait until after Christmas – which … is only a week away!!!!
I went rogue on one of Nic’s gifts – it was no where on any of his wish lists. I obviously can’t share what it is, but I’m SO hoping he likes it.
I can’t wait to see his face on Christmas morning. That’s my favorite part. Seeing him open his gifts.
I’m also thinking this weekend, after I finish up my shopping and settle down for a long Winters wrap – I’ll be indulging in some Nog.
I have the spirit! It has me! Now if I just had some Havarti and hummus, I’d have a sandwich.
Debauchery Soup 