December 2010
37 posts
Things that make you feel like a grown-up.
When you receive your homeowner’s insurance policy in the mail.
Pajama Jeans →
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True Life: I'm Addicted to Food.
For the better part of ten years, I was a food addict. As soon as I hit puberty, food was a deep comfort, a great distraction, a friend I was most comfortable with. Part of it may come from my Southern upbringing where every social function involves food in some form. It may be a genetic thing. It may be part of the American childhood obesity epidemic. The why of it doesn’t matter. It got to...
Withdraaaaawwwwllll
Three weeks of increasingly stress levels had me turning back to an old comforting friend: Caffeine+Carbonation. I’ve been hitting the stuff pretty hard. Two, maybe three sodas a week, up from zero.
Now, I’m sitting in the soda-less house craving one. I don’t want to waste the gas, money, or time to go the store. I’m closer to convenience stores now, but damn, it’s...
New Years Resolutions 2011
Yep, it’s time to start making a different kind of list.
Preface: I don’t completely believe in new year’s “resolutions,” but I do like making lists of improvements and goals for the coming year.
Cut back on the road rage. What other dumbasses drivers do on the road is their own business.
Run a half-marathon and a full marathon. Finally.
Finish...
Check out Google. →
Google is my search engine. We’re tight like Mike and Ike, but usually I don’t enjoy their clever little banner animations.
Today is different.
Merry Christmas (Eve), y'all!
It’s been a crazy insane week so far (thus the absence I know you’ve all been mourning), and things are just going to get worse. So I’m wishing everyone a slightly early Happy Holidays.
Working late kills my humanity; working retail... →
Thing I hate about making chilli
The jalapenos. I love them in the stew, but I chop them up, forget they’re on my fingers and touch my nose/lips much much later.
Burns so bad.
Signed, sealed, almost delivered!
Spent a hour signing, initialing, and dating endless documents tonight. Tomorrow they do their part. Then I get the keys Sunday or Monday!
I own a house, y’all!
Surprise! Day off!
Last night I looked at my work schedule to figure out how ungodly early I had to get up but found only a blank space. I’m excited to be off, but it kind of throws a wrench in my plans to close on my house tomorrow (the day I thought I had off). Anyway, today has got to be another get-shit-done day if I’m going to be moving into my new house in under a week.
What’s on the extra...
I never thought I'd say this, but--
I own too many books!
Why is it so hard? (Long, rambling post warning)
Wednesday I brought home a couple of boxes from work to start packing up my stuff. I move in about a week, and while my apartment is wrecked, it has little to do with me getting ready. Every evening, I sit down here and catch up on internets and television; I shop for the new house; I read a little; I go running; I think about getting up and packing, but I never do. I’ll admit I’m...
I keep getting phone calls from a automated service in Spanish. Problem is, I don’t know enough to understand what they’re saying. I think there was something about “un million dolares.”
It’s probably a scam. On the other hand, I may have won the Mexican lottery. But all I really want is to understand enough of the message to figure out which button makes the calls...
Day Off List of Shit to Get Done
Sleep too late. Check.
Rush to get ready. Check.
Rock second interview at bank. Check.
Finish Christmas wrapping. Half check. (There were some problems with Dad’s gift.) Full Check.
Pack some books and junk.
Sew Mom’s new Christmas window toppers. Check.
Shop couches. Check. And met a really cute boy.
Clean…everything…or something at least. Check.
Run 2 or so...
“TTFN! Ta-Ta for now!”
– Tigger, the original AIM-speaker.
“We’ll just follow my tummy.”
– Pooh sums up my plans for dinner.
House Shopping
I move in to my very own home in two weeks! My apartment looks like a landfill. Nothing is packed, nothing is ready. But soon I’ll be out of this 800+ sqf space.
Moving is not the problem here, though. It’s the 1400sqf I’m moving into. As cramped as this place feels, my furniture now is insufficient for my new place, so I’m going shopping.
Things I need:
Dining room...
Just submitted an application for a new job. Here’s to getting out of retail hell!
