This and That

I've been chugging along on this little blog train for about a month now. I think I have kept up with it pretty good. I've gotten a lot off my chest and that was point of this whole thing right? I've realized, reading back, that all of my posts have a very specific point. No problem in that I guess, I suppose it's just time to insert a little randomness for effect.

Soap operas are a horrible addiction, don't start it if you can prevent it. Mothers, don't let your kids watch, it could set up a life long addiction dammit, that I still haven't pulled myself from, mom! As long as you watch, you will never avoid the "cheese" factor, keep that in mind. There will always be a "who's your daddy" situation and when all else fails, bring out the evil twin. I wouldn't mind an evil twin by the way, someone to blame everything on.

How can I like cooking shows, when I am so unenthusiastic about food? I love Gordon Ramsey, Anthony Bourdain and Alton Brown, but I find it very doubtful that even if one or all of them came to my house and cooked for me personally, that I wouldn't be able to make it much further then the "no thank you bite." The "no thank you bite" is what my family tortured me with when I was younger. "Just one 'no thank you bite' and then you can leave the table." Yeah fucking right.

We own over a hundred XBox games, why is it that it feels like we never have anything to play?

For the record, I hate summer. (Insert crowd boos here.) I know, I know, not the popular opinion. After leaving the life of school behind and forgetting the meaning of "summer vacation," it just doesn't seem to have as much point to me as it used to. Bring on the rain, no better yet, bring on the snow.

People on television don't hit each other nearly enough. Do you know how many times I would love to just reach through the screen and smack someone to shut up?

I miss having a dog. From birth to age eighteen, I had at least one dog at all times, then I left the warmth and comfort of my mother's abode and haven't had one since. My hubby needs a dog. Cats do not satisfy the interactive need, their arrogance gets in the way. A neighbor just got a Chihuahua. Tiny little things, believe it or not I love them. One of those dogs that I have had at all times, oddly enough have been Chihuahuas, (and black labs and rottweilers, dig that contrast, huh?) The cat's don't know what to think of the neighbor's rat, and I'm not too concerned with making them figure it out until we get a dog of our own, they get moody when they think they are no longer the babies. So would I.

The hubby says he doesn't like coffee, but then why does he always drink it when I make it or buy some?

Jury duty sucks. I just got called for my second time. You know how on television when someone in a sitcom gets jury duty they say, "that's what I get for registering to vote." It's not true. To this day I still have never registered to vote. (Again, I expect boos here, oh hush.) Last time I got called for jury duty, I think I lucked out. They were only picking for the grand jury, they picked their twelve people and I was sent home. Two days, $12.50 pay later, and I did my civic duty, right? Ugh. I can only hope I am as lucky this time. My grandma loves jury duty, I can't believe we're related. I'll watch Law and Order on television, but why do I have to live it?

String cheese is good. Yum.

Is there a difference between drinking too much and drinking too often? I don't get trashed very much and in all my years of drinking I have never gotten so shit faced drunk that I blacked out and had no control over my actions. I don't know if that's control or tolerance. I end up just tossing my cookies before that point. So I don't get drunk all the time, but I do enjoy a cocktail or two in the evening. A homemade Sunny Screw, a Screwdriver (orange juice and vodka) made with Sunny D instead. People have beer and wine every night, is my vodka cocktail any different?

Why is it that weed smells so damn good? People refer to it smelling like skunk, and that's a good thing. Is there anything else that smells like a skunk that people think is a good thing?

Something to keep in mind when you get a dark area rug for your living room, you have to vacuum a lot. We had to replace our last rug because of all the burns, spills and stains. This time, we have a piggy bank that people have to add to if they tarnish my beautiful new rug. Oddly enough, I'm the one who keeps doing all the spilling now, the piggy bank is still empty.

I'm currently smoking my second cigarette during the writing of this post, I think I need to cut back, no scratch that, I need to quit.

How do you stop a neutered cat from spraying other then beating it? (Calm down PETA, I'm joking.) I'd love an answer to this one. My seven year old cat suddenly started spraying, missing the cat box and marking his scent by the front door. Months ago there was a neighbor who let their unfixed cats wander outside my door, my cat started getting moody because of it. I can only imagine that this was the cause of his bad potty hygiene. Now that I know the cause, how do I find a resolution? Move? Believe me, I'm trying.

I love Lucy.

The hubby got his raise today, we won't know how much until tomorrow (flighty boss) but it will take effect starting today. He deserves it. Even though they have resisted giving titles at his work (corporate bastards) he is basically head cook, he runs that kitchen. He does above and beyond the call of duty, like helping managers and supervisors with their jobs concerning inventory and whatnot. He is also the only cook qualified to train others, a valuable commodity in any business. He actually cares about what he sends out on a plate and the way his kitchen looks. Have you seen the movie Waiting? If you haven't, rent it. If you have ever worked in a restaurant, this movie will hit home. If you have seen it, for your peace of mind, in all of the years my hubby has spent in the kitchen, he has never seen anyone do anything horrible to the food. Hope that makes you feel better.

I'm cold, apparently mid 40's is the cut off for window fans. I love being cold, not freezing mind you, just cold. Blanket cold, fireplace cold, cuddling cold. I own way too many fleece blankets, three bucks is just too good of a price to pass up and Ooo, I don't have one in that color!

This post is a wonderful explanation of my thought process. Delightfully random, continuous, overly wordy and typically in full sentences. Welcome to my world, eh?