Fruit Loops

To my blog and my faithful reader(s?) I promise I haven't forgotten you! Part of me just hasn't had the time or the privacy to dedicate the effort I want to, to pouring my heart out here. The other part is flighty and distracted and dammit I got a new toy to play with which results in hours of non blinking and cramped thumbs. (The XBox 360 for those of you with dirty minds.)

Put together our new addiction with the houseguest's varied new work schedule (transitioning from training to graveyard) and sleep has been a valuable commodity around here. The other night we didn't all crash until after six in the morning and got up at one in the afternoon to do it all again. I'm due for a nap.

Here's all the top updates over the last couple days:

Tall and Sassy, have you guessed it already? After breaking up a few days ago, they are of course back together again. Honestly I can't say I'm happy. I can pretty much swear to you that they didn't fix anything and here before too long we all will be playing his game again. I bet if they just sorted out some of their individuality issues they could truly be a good couple that could be in it for the long haul. Until then I really can only see them repeating this pattern, each time escalating until they eventually do some irreparable damage to their relationship and have no choice but to give up. Personally I am not looking forward to watching option number two play out but what am I supposed to do about it?

Hairy (and sometimes Prissy) have been hanging out more. More time on their schedules causes them to notice our front door rather then walk past it five times a day without looking up. For the moment anyway it seems like Prissy has loosened up some, that is just awesome in my book. This girl occasionally seems to have the word "bitch" flashing red on her forehead, I haven't seen the glow recently so either we're safe or it's the calm before the storm. Heh, only time will tell.

The houseguest and I are getting along fine. I was a little concerned at first simply because we kind of didn't know each other that well. It's not too bad. Monday night he worked graveyard, leaving the hubby and I home alone. I'll leave this story here under the much needed restriction of too much information for your tender ears. :o)

Payday is coming up and it's going to be a tight one, I'm not looking forward to it. The hubby's last check had included his raise but still ended up being smaller then it had been in months, so I am wary about this upcoming one. The houseguest's added income won't come into affect until the payday after next. When it happens it will be awesome, until then I'm probably going to be needing some Tums.

I finally made those butterscotch cookies I kept talking about. Real simple, just take your basic chocolate chip cookie recipe and use the butterscotch chips instead. I added a small bag of coconut and a cup of oats. The result? There is now only one left. Apparently they were damn good. I love that people love my cookies. Next? Probably peanut butter cookies with Reese's peanut butter chips. I have a great recipe around here somewhere dangit...

Sorry, as usual, I started my morning with a little bit of the green stuff, meaning cookies sound really friggin' good right now. Oo, I'm pretty sure I have fruit loops in there somewhere, yay breakfast! (Yes, breakfast past noon, it's a wonderful thing isn't it?)

We took about a quarter of our old unused original XBox games in for trade towards some XBox 360 games. Surprisingly the lot fetched roughly eighty bucks in trade and we got five new games to play, yay us! I am certainly going to miss the prices that came with buying original XBox games, deals like three for ten bucks are hard to pass up. The cheapest of the new games we got was fifteen. That will greatly hinder the speed in which our collection increases.

I got a new (new to me anyway) Barenaked Ladies cd the other day, (we got them to throw it in with all the games.) I don't recognize any of the song titles but it's them so I bet it's good.

Oh yeah! We pretty much figured out why the oldest of my kids- er, I mean cats, keeps spraying by the front door. Looks like one of the old neighbor's unfixed cats started spraying right outside our door. They were outside cats that she decided to make indoors and let wander the shared hallway between our apartments. I guess they smelled our cats and wanted to mark their territory. Unfortunately it's all old wood out there, how do you make it go away then? I keep bleaching the wall and floor just outside our door but so far the problem hasn't resolved itself. I'd try the stuff that is supposed to discourage your cats from peeing in certain spots if that stuff didn't actually attract my cats to those spots even more. All the more reason to move, a fresh start so to say?

And no, still no update on moving. Yeah, it sucks.

A friend had to kill a wasp in the apartment the other day. I seriously hid in the bathroom until it was gone. I just can't deal with that sort of thing at all. It's pure adrenaline, I freak out. The definition of a phobia is an unreasonable fear, I think this more then qualifies. I hate summers because of winged bastards, I'm not proud of it. Sometimes when my paranoia is bad enough I need the hubby to check the windows before he leaves, make sure there is no open holes or little critters lurking and waiting for me to be home alone. I even hate ladybugs. Who hates ladybugs for goodness sakes? Crawling and wings and legs and ugh. It makes me shudder just thinking about it. Last summer I had to have Tall's ex (who was about eight months pregnant at the time) come kill some huge ugly bug for me. I admire the way she handled it, she didn't make fun of me for knocking on her door all panicked and shaking. She even offered to throw it away in her own garbage so it wouldn't be in mine. Even when I feel like smacking her, I am still grateful for that moment.

It all seems uneventful but seriously this is the first time I've really been able to sit down and devote some time to a post. I need to realize that it doesn't have to be a chapter, a small post every now and then isn't a sin against the Blogger gods. I'm sure I could even think of some more things to babble about here but you know, breakfast still sounds pretty damn good. See ya!