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monday night
Sep. 28th, 2009 10:27 pmI've been sitting here telling M how tired I am at three-minute intervals. Does that mean I'm heading to bed? OF COURSE NOT. Because I do not have a brain in my body when it comes to obeying the demands of sleepiness.
Today was busy! Evie spent the night with my mom again last night, and I met them in Pseudonymous City Conveniently Located Between Our Respective Homes (PCCLBORH for short) today to do some shopping and obtain my child. I spent the morning shopping alone, which was lovely. I love to shop alone. Well. I like to shop with people, too, but it is a very different thing and I am so very weary of shopping with really short people. Shut up, M. I bought a really nice coffee pot for $5! That was kind of cool. Except, I asked my dad if he wanted me to buy it for him and he said he wanted it for that price. Then I started thinking about it and realized that his birthday is next month, and it would be a good gift, when added to something else I've already gotten him and maybe a couple of more items, so I told my mom to go home and tell him that she KNOWS NOTHING about any sort of coffee pot, what is he talking about? And THEN, I got home and now M wants it. So... I guess my father and husband will be dueling over a programmable coffee pot. See, sometimes bargain shopping creates more problems than it solves.
One of my favorite Evie-isms of the weekend: someone offered her a spoonful of Cool Whip* and she called it "cake dip". I think that is awesome, because YES! Cool Whip is totally dip for cake. I never found out if she liked it or not but my guess is on no. She's not a huge fan of really sweet stuff like that.
*Doesn't bother me that much, what she eats at the family's house. I've got her..what? Twenty days out of twenty-one? They can feed her junk occasionally. She'll be alright.... except she still isn't allowed to have pop. Because I am mean.
I am trying to be a responsible citizen of the planet, but they are refusing to give me a recycling bin. I know, I know, if I was truly a responsible citizen of the planet, we wouldn't have lived here for years before I called to ask for one, but in my defense 1) I should probably have something with which to defend myself before I start arguing my case and b) it has only been recently that I have been so disturbed at the amount of newspapers that we throw away that it motivated me enough to actually CALL someone to request one. (We were already keeping aluminum cans, too, so that should count for something?) They promised to deliver a bin when I called, but it's been weeks and I have a stack of newspapers at LEAST two feet tall. It reminds me of the time I decided to recycle batteries, and I started throwing them in a giant ziploc bag and after a while, I did a little research and found absolutely nowhere that would take them. So eventually, I threw a giant bag of batteries away--net result, environment was even worse off than before from said attempt since I also threw the bag away. Eventually, I am going to get tired of my computer room looking like a paper plant and throw that stack of papers away, and you know what will happen then? They will deliver it the next day. Maybe I should pursue that as a strategy?
Also, I need to stop eating things, sleep more and clean stuff.
Today was busy! Evie spent the night with my mom again last night, and I met them in Pseudonymous City Conveniently Located Between Our Respective Homes (PCCLBORH for short) today to do some shopping and obtain my child. I spent the morning shopping alone, which was lovely. I love to shop alone. Well. I like to shop with people, too, but it is a very different thing and I am so very weary of shopping with really short people. Shut up, M. I bought a really nice coffee pot for $5! That was kind of cool. Except, I asked my dad if he wanted me to buy it for him and he said he wanted it for that price. Then I started thinking about it and realized that his birthday is next month, and it would be a good gift, when added to something else I've already gotten him and maybe a couple of more items, so I told my mom to go home and tell him that she KNOWS NOTHING about any sort of coffee pot, what is he talking about? And THEN, I got home and now M wants it. So... I guess my father and husband will be dueling over a programmable coffee pot. See, sometimes bargain shopping creates more problems than it solves.
One of my favorite Evie-isms of the weekend: someone offered her a spoonful of Cool Whip* and she called it "cake dip". I think that is awesome, because YES! Cool Whip is totally dip for cake. I never found out if she liked it or not but my guess is on no. She's not a huge fan of really sweet stuff like that.
*Doesn't bother me that much, what she eats at the family's house. I've got her..what? Twenty days out of twenty-one? They can feed her junk occasionally. She'll be alright.... except she still isn't allowed to have pop. Because I am mean.
I am trying to be a responsible citizen of the planet, but they are refusing to give me a recycling bin. I know, I know, if I was truly a responsible citizen of the planet, we wouldn't have lived here for years before I called to ask for one, but in my defense 1) I should probably have something with which to defend myself before I start arguing my case and b) it has only been recently that I have been so disturbed at the amount of newspapers that we throw away that it motivated me enough to actually CALL someone to request one. (We were already keeping aluminum cans, too, so that should count for something?) They promised to deliver a bin when I called, but it's been weeks and I have a stack of newspapers at LEAST two feet tall. It reminds me of the time I decided to recycle batteries, and I started throwing them in a giant ziploc bag and after a while, I did a little research and found absolutely nowhere that would take them. So eventually, I threw a giant bag of batteries away--net result, environment was even worse off than before from said attempt since I also threw the bag away. Eventually, I am going to get tired of my computer room looking like a paper plant and throw that stack of papers away, and you know what will happen then? They will deliver it the next day. Maybe I should pursue that as a strategy?
Also, I need to stop eating things, sleep more and clean stuff.
