Currently ...

I straight ripped the below image and idea from Stephanie's blog.

{Hey Steph.}

Listening ... to the door open and close as Anj goes out on our patio to water the plants, and to the dryer.

Craving ... nothing, surprisingly. We'll see how long this lasts ... I do feel a plain tart fro yo with strawberries, blue berries and almonds fix comin' on, though.

Drinking ... nothing. But - I did drink lots of water today! Go me!

Working ... on nothing. {Anyone see a pattern here?} But - I did some organizing (aka intense dust inhalation) at the store today ... 

                                                                                                                ... lifted some 50 lb. salt blocks, swept, sold some shit, and at home, did laundry, put away a bunch of shit from my car, our bedroom, and the living room, unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher, washed some dishes, made some slaw, ... and Anj and I did this crazy ass high intensity circuit workout, which made me think of ball suicides in high school where I would almost vomit.

Reading ... nothing. Finished Gatsby and am now feeling all intellectual and shit, and may try some good old Ernest Hemingway.

Wearing ... a white t-shirt, my NC State shorts and my bedroom slippers.

Refusing ... to get involved with Candy Crush Saga.Word. I agree, Stephanie!

Feeling ... awesome. We just had some delicious fish tacos, and I stayed busy today and drank lots of water. 

Smelling ... nothing. Clearly, I lead a boring life.

Loving ... my husband - for helping me deal with my tire situation this week, and for just being generally awesome - like how he made those fish tacos tonight. Mmmmm! 

Hating ... my muffin top, extra thigh meat, and granny arms.

Annoyed ... that I don't know more about photography, and that it is my own fault because I don't spend enough time playing with my camera and getting to know it better. Poor Nita Nikon. 

Ignoring ... all the shit I read about diet drinks ... well, sort of. I still drink them, but I feel guilty now. 

Anticipating ... ???

Planning ... nothing, really. The thought, "You wanna hear God laugh? Tell Him your plans." comes to mind.

Missing ... Texas.

Wanting ... a farm house and plenty of money to renovate it and buy antiques and vintage goodies to fill it up.

Excited ... to go to the beach. 

Thinking ... how May is flying by, but how far away July 6 seems.

Enjoying ... a clean house.

Thankful ... for the Lord giving me peace of mind and optimism 99% of the time - a priceless blessing. Also, thankful for getting to spend time with my FIL. :)

life lately ... and thug kitchen

got a hankerin' here lately for some deviled eggs, y'all.

a friend of mine has me hooked on these damn stephanie plum books by janet evanovich.
and, i checked the great gatsby out from la biblioteca. i read it in high school and remembered liking it. that's about all i remember about it.
me and the hubs rarely go to the movies, but this is one i look forward to. hope it doesn't disappoint.

sometimes i get a little carried away takin' pics of reflections - be it water or pictures on the wall.
it's the little things.

the water thing.
on a scale of 1-10, i give myself a 6.
and a half.

these little worms are cute.

but annoying as hell when i'm tryin' to get my walk on.

and, yesterday at the store, i felt somethin' crawlin', and i grabbed it and looked at it. at first thought a booger had somehow landed on my neck. then i realized i had smushed one of these fellas on my skin, and screamed like a bitch.

this is still. goin. on.

please let the owner of the plumbin' company who is here as we speak, be able to fix the continuous trickle of hot water comin' from our tub. 

third time's a charm?

and lastly,

have y'all heard of thug kitchen?

if you love some veggie cookin', and some ummm ... non-traditional cooking blog dialog, then this is your place.

as long as you don't mind super frequent f-bombs.

this ain't no martha stuart kinda outfit.

stephanie, my yankee friend - she totally blogged about this shiz today as well.

great minds ...

{image below is from a carefully positioned screen shot}

happy wednesday, 'lumps.

plumbers, ryan lochte, and coregasms

a few things.

- one -
it is safe to say i am fully addicted to diet mt. dew. sometimes i can force feed (force drink? force water?) myself water and eventually get used to it, and actually want water. people who just get up out the bed and think, "ahhhh, water!" {anj davis} blow my mind. it's not that i hate it so much, it's just that i'd rather have something more delicious - like ice cold diet mt. dew in a can, but bottle works if there's no other choice. my dmd madness has been on in some form or another since high school. :( i used to be a teacher's aid in fourth period, and all we {me and the teacher} did was drink cans of diet mt. dew from the teacher's lounge. but, i think my dmd problem is much more than caffeine. y'all, even when i drink the caffeine free ones, i feel all jazzed up like i can blog for years, typing 94857348798 words a minute, after i run a few laps.

now, before the preachin' starts, i KNOW how terrible diet drinks are for you. hell, i can't even sit indian style. i'm pretty sure there's a strong correlation between the poison in diet drinks/me being crazy dehydrated and the fact that my joints are locked up tight.

i don't think quitting cold turkey is gonna get it. my plan is to force myself to drink my orange juice jug of water everyday. and, if i want a diet drink, i can have it. but, i have to drink the water regardless. hopefully, one day, water will sound more appealing than DMD.
thing is, i never start with the water until supper. :/

as i write this, it's 4:09 pm, and i've had some light cranberry juice/diet ginger ale and a .......

diet mt. dew. and no water. 

YET.

- two -
did y'all know that doing crunches can give you a stronger core?
 and a coregasm?

I mean, I don't have an mba from chapel thrill or anything, but something about this ain't addin' up. else, we'd all be walkin' around with abs of steel, no? 

- three -
somebody gave ryan lochte his own show.

from the trailer he totally seems like an arrogant prick.

might be aiight to watch on mute, kinda like most of channing tatum's movies.

- four -
i hate when people need to be in and out of your house.

see, what had happened was a little drip here, a little drip there = hole cut in wall, and hole cut in downstairs ceiling to fix the wet spot in the sheet rock.

awesomesauce.

i wanted to take a shower after my walk in the blazin' hot sun today. but, i was afraid they'd show up, knock, and then after i didn't answer, let themselves in, and come upstairs while i'm in the shower that they are workin' on.

no bueno.

no need to repeat that time at state when i may or may not have gotten out of the shower and stood in front of a window {which faces nothing but a roof!!} and dropped my towel and proceeded to put on lotion. part i didn't realize is that there were like 5 construction workers repairing the roof.

absolutely. wanted. to. vomit.

and skipped an important class because i was too embarrassed to walk outside for the rest of the day.


- five -
i often think, 'if i could just write a book, anonymously, we'd be rich, no question.' but, i'm still afraid the people that it was based on will figure me out.
i was talking to my friend the other day, and she suggested that in the meantime before i write my own off the wall, i-couldn't-make-this-shit-up books, that i read these:



so, i went to the library {the library, y'all!!} and checked 'em out. i have not been in a library not on a school campus in years, and man, do they smell awesome, or do they smell awesome?


so, whatch'all been up to?

happy, happy, happy

yesterday was my pooh-pooh post.

so for today's post, i thought i'd share with y'all some stuff that gets me out of my funk.

rihanna // shine bright like a diamond

 

diet mountain dew. the colder the better

going for a walk. outside. i just don't get a 'gym high'

talking to one of a select few friends on the phone

writing in my planner - to feel accomplished about things that've already happened, and to look forward to things to come

pinterest - photography, home, beauty and fashion inspiration make me smile - oh, and my entire animal board in and of itself

new nail polish

peanut m&m's

duck dynasty {especially phil, he's my fave}

how i met your mother

happy

happy

happy

i want waves, starbucks and target.

i cut my hair off. i'm not in love with it. part of the reason is how insanely fat my face has gotten. #stopwiththehotfudgesundaeswithnuts 

but, i am going to target tonight, and i'm going to get some starbucks and walk around looking at curling irons and makeup stuff to make me like it more. i love these curls (waves?) :

every time i watch sex in the city or pretty little liars, i wish i had three close friends who could get together at apparently any time of the day and meet me to drink coffee or eat sandwiches in a park. we would also always have perfect hair and be in full makeup. right?

i really wanna visit nyc again sometime soon.

with more money.

last night, i got a call from my brother who happened to be 10 minutes away from us. he was in town for his job. (he lives about 3 hours away.) fun surprise!

we ate a nice, yummy, fairly healthy dinner at home, and then this happened:

again.

wish me luck at target.
have a lovely afternoon!

 

Turns out ...

... my IQ is like 12 when I'm off caffeine. I can't accomplish/remember/motivate myself to do shit - including things I sort of like, such as yoga, and writing on this blog. I did really well limiting caffeine up until last month where I just went cray and jumped on the DMD train full force, and now when I don't drink it? durrrrrrrrrrrr

... that I am irritated with Blog Land. I miss reading real posts, y'all. Lord knows, I don't have them everyday. But that's just it, if you don't have anything to say, don't write. I think part of the problem is people have paying sponsors, so they feel obligated to publish a certain number of times per week. And forced writing usually sucks. And to be honest, I am seriously considering deleting my button swap tab up there. I just don't want to deal with any "business" end of this blog. I just want to write and post pictures and make real, non-i'll-scratch-your-back-if-you-scratch-mine friends, you know? What are y'all's thoughts on this? And don't be confused, I'm not claiming that all my posts are mind-blowing. {Are any of them?} Ha! But - I'm saying that it seems like a lot of bloggers get more and more popular, and while that's happening, their writing seems totally different than it did when they started off. It's tricky to be true to yourself here in Blog Land ... what do y'all think?

... that my camera is also jackin' up my carpal tunnel. Ugh! This whole subject irritates me ... next.

... that God knew what He was doing. {As always, duh.} But, I also think that part of what He was doing was teaching me to just say it and stop subjecting myself to situations that piss me off and get on my very last nerve. You can't "fix" everything, but at the same time, there's no point in putting yourself through shit that's not even necessary.

... everybody's got somethin they are dealing with. And even if you think it's damn ridiculous that they react the way they do, you can at least be thankful that you aren't in their shoes and lookin' at life from their perspective, and that you are able to take something away from that. Being optimistic and seeing the upside to a situation is a gift.

... that I totally love this song:

Here's to hopin' I actually drag my ass to yoga.

#zeromotivation

if you knew me ...

... you would know that i value family and relationships more than anything else (except Jesus)

... you would know that i am a very sensitive person, especially when i think someone else is hurting, but at the same time, i will make it real clear when i've had enough of your shiz.

... you would know that i love this creature that came into our lives as a surprise after me crying my eyes out, and that he makes my heart so full. i love him so, so, so much. the way we came to meet mr. bo bo is a reminder that God is in control, and He knows just what (who) to send us, and when. when i look at this picture, i desperately want to kiss bo bo on the sides of his little snout where his cheeks/lips {??} hang down.

... you would know that in the last 4 months i have been consumed by a fear of my own body, and how it's going to betray me. i also feel guilty about this almost constantly because i know that God gave me this body, and there are things out there that i can do to take care of it, and feeling sorry for myself isn't one of them.

... you would know that i can easily go all week without turning on the tv (even longer if i watch PLL online)

... you would know that my husband cooks more than i do. and he does a great job.

... you would know that i hate to read "books" on a piece of technology. i like to hold real paper, and turn real pages. i also love the way real books smell.

... you would know that the only two relationships i've ever had were both with guys who had the same name. thankfully, one of them went by a nickname. i married the other one.

... you would know that this combo is one of my favorite things on earth:

... you would know that my mind is filled day and night with thoughts of bein' a mama ... and that i sometimes can smell the baby in my dream.

... you would know that i literally look at my husband while he sleeps and wonder when i'm going to snap out of it. i cannot believe that it's real. that God actually picked this man to be MY husband!

... you would know that i've never broken a bone

... you would know that i've only tried yoga twice. and i liked it both times. i really think it's my kinda deal. i also finished both of those nights with chocolate. let's hope that part doesn't become an every time kinda thing.

... you would know that i thought of my friend ashley tonight when a man farted, twice, in yoga class. i felt sorry for him. i am terrified it's going to be me next time.

... you would know that i rip gray hairs out by the root, and dread the day that i actually have to pay someone to put color on my hair. on this same note, i hate it when people who have been coloring their hair for damn ever say, "oh, i don't have any grays." wellllll, sugar, i would hope not. i mean, damn, what is the point of hair color if you still got grays?!

... you would know that sometimes i wish this blog was anonymous so i could really say what i think ... and that i would still probably feel guilty after hitting publish .... hmmm ... we'll see

... you would know that i function best on ten hours of sleep ... and i don't care if other people who function on 6 think that's a lot ... to each her own

have a magical monday, sugar lumps! 

and thanks, katie, for being my inspiration for this post, and to keep on tryin'. ;)

i can't think of $*&! to write about

sooooo
brain dump it is.
this is one of those posts where i need to de-clutter.

i've been doing some work at the store, cleaning/organizing/murdering dust bunnies, etc. i find this to be very rewarding, and worth the condition that my hand is in as a result.

i feel anxiety when i have a list of "errand type" calls/visits to make. today, i called the camera dude to check on my camera - he hasn't even looked at it yet.
i called medtronic to pay them almost a G, updated my insurance and ordered more supplies.
i called the yoga place and told them i am nervous as hell, and to ask what i need to bring. i'm not looking forward to the newness of this experience at all. and i hate trying any new physical stuff, because i don't know how it's going to affect my diabetes. ugh.
 y'all, my flexibility, back pain, upper body strength  ... TERRIBLE. TERR.IIIIIIIIIIII.ble

i do not feel anxiety about folding clothes and making potato salad. {makin traditional recipe today ... sometimes i do baked potato salad/greek yogurt way too}

some words that i have been lovin lately are: haphazard/haphazardly (thanks steph for reminding me) ... fantastic! (with the exclamation point)

i've eaten either sausage or pork bbq for three days in a row ... this is probably not a good thing

can we talk about PLL? i just wish they would give us one big chunk information, as like a snack to hold us over. WTF. i think toby got caught on purpose ... i think there's more to that than we know, duh. and meredith, is she part of any of the A stuff, or is she just a crazy ole bitch?

i am annoyed by bloggers who used to write and now give us every day updates on their kid. we get it, they are bigger today than the were yesterday.

i am ready to have a baby, but terrified to actually be pregnant after what happened. totally caught in my own head games.

i think that dogs are the cutest things on this earth. i've told y'all before that i like dogs better than most people, and find them to be cuter than human babies. i decided i am going to volunteer at the humane society. just the thought of spending time caring for dogs in need makes my heart feel full, and keeps my mind off of how i don't have a baby of my own. problem is, they only do orientation on the first saturday of every month, and i don't think i can go until march. :(

all of my jeans are painfully tight. not unflatteringly tight, but impossible to put on tight. like, all pairs except two of them. do  y'all think there's a correlation between this and the sausage and bbq? nah, probably not.

living in a world where mean people do not exist and everything is unicorns and rainbows would be awesome. however, this has never happened, and it ain't ever gonna happen. i'm sick of people's simple-minded solutions to the world's problems. i'm also sick of people who feel like they can personally identify with the president (current, or past) like they see him at church on sunday, or eat supper at his house. you don't know his ass any better than i do. it's his job not to look like a dick in front of millions of people.

today's post is dry and flat, because that's how i feel. maybe i need to smoke some of the shit that the unicorns and rainbows people are smokin.
off to make potato salad and fold clothes.

linking up with shanna.

know what's good on this random wednesday?

Y'all.

The other day, I was on Garden & Gun's blog, and I saw this tid bit about Elvis' peanut butter, jelly & bacon sandwich, and I swear, I was juuuuust thinkin' about makin' a pb & j, 

and of course, we had some bacon, so I had to try it.

It did not disappoint.

Here's to hopin' Nita Nikon is on her way to recovery so we can get back to decent food pics

Know what else is good?

Goat cheese grits cooked in chicken broth {I used leftover broth from the chicken salad I made yesterday) ... with just a dab of butter and pepper.

Omygyahh.

And, did y'all see PLL last night? I am so mad at me for gettin hooked on this madness.
I want to smack Mona. And Toby. What is he doin?!? And Paige, she gets on my nerves.
And whattup with Aria's creepy ass dad?
The thing that makes me whack is that they never answer any questions before creating more freakin questions.

Do you watch the show?

What's your theory?

And that's about it on this random-as-hell Wednesday. 

Linking up with Shanna for random Wednesday.

what's in YO bag?

first of all, thank y'all all so much for your sweet comments on hubs' "guest post" yesterday.

i was so happy that he agreed to do it, and i'm glad y'all liked it. 

now, let's see y'all get y'all's hubs in on the action. i'm ready to read all about it!

now, for the point of this post ...

i was gonna lie to y'all and say i'm posting this because i can't think of anything else.

but the truth is, i freakin' love these "what's in your bag" posts. love. them.
i can't even remember the first one i saw, but i saw this one and this one lately, and i felt inspired all over again.

i used to be the diaper-bag-sized-purse-need-a-chiropractor chick, but then hubs suggested i "quit buyin' purses from target every other month and get a 'real' one instead.

wooooooorrrrrrrrrrd.

so, i got my lil michael down there, and i love him and he loves me.

since i got him, i've been much better about keepin' junk outta there and cleanin' it out on the reg.

so, let's dive in shall we?

turns out i had more shiz in there than i realized.
whatever, i'm better than i used to be.
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1 // meter to check the blood sugars. whattup, diabeetus?

2 // wallet
{nope, it's not a hobo. what gave it away? the janky shreds of thread around the zipper?}
i still love the hell out of this wallet. it's nine west, and it's like 5 years old.
was $35 when i got it. good luck, tried to find a link, couldn't. lo siento
did y'all know they put your weight on your license in SC?
ummm, WHAT the deuce? 
people LIE. annnd, not likely to stay the same weight for 10 years, right? shit, i wish.

3 // receipt & business card of dude who is caring for Nita Nikon, bless her mechanical heart

4 // tamponuggets
{not sure why there are two carrying cases. better safe than sorry?}

5 // folic acid anyone?

6 //well, hey, tissues! where y'all been hidin?

7 // hoop earrings I been lookin' for, fo weeks

8 // diabeetus low-blood-sugar treats

9 // hand sanitizer, because the world is a funky place, y'all!

10 // lip stuff

{1} {2} {3} {4} {5}

11 // gum & oil blotting sheets

12 // cranberry tablets because one UTI was enough for this chick. thanks, surgery.

oh, and my keys. because i know y'all really give a shit what my keys look like, so here:

had this been my meemaw's purse, we could've found at least enough change for lunch, a car wash, and shit-tons of diet mt. dew.
no such luck.
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and, just for fun, look at my mama & meemaw on facebook, talkin' bout some alabama in the 80's

i mean, the. bomb. y'all!

brain dump, inspired mostly by food

Today is going to be one of those odd brain dumps y'all.

Why?
Because my brain is scattered, and I basically have to do a brain dump post every now and then to keep things functioning properly.

Speaking of running properly, my condolences to you shugpies out there who deal with UTI's on the reg. {Is this TMI for the bloggage? If so, my condolences on that too. We doin' real talk around here, shugs.} Not a good feelin. I'm 29 years old and thankfully to God, have never had to deal with this until now. No bueno. Mine is a happy little perk from having a catheter during surgery. Yayyyy!
Went to the doc on Monday and the antibiotics are doin' their thug thizzle as we speak. And I was told by my acupuncturist and the wise women folk in my family to drink straight up, pure, organic cranberry juice.
Mmk. Easy enough.

Ummm....
Have y'all ever had this shit?
Ohhhhhmyyyyyworrrrrrrrrrrrrd.
You might as well just suck the life out of 18 lemons in a row. Sourrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ain't even a strong enough word, friends. I woke up with low blood sugar in the middle of the night earlier this week, and thought,' This will be a great time to consume 19g of carbs because since my blood's low anyway, it won't make my blood sugar high.' {I'm diabetic for those of you are wondering what i'm talkin 'bout.}

Y'all.
I seriously felt the heat of my whole body rising to my face as soon as I finished it. i thought, "Oh, shiz. Here it comes. I am going to throw up! Nooooooooo! What can I do?!" {I haaaaaaaaaaate throwin' up. I would rather feel pain. (I think.)} So, I took a swallow of orange juice to attempt to get the taste out of my mouth, and then I quickly woofed down a couple tablespoons of peanut butter.
Shiz is sick, y'all.
So, from then on, I've been putting 1/4 cup with 16-20 oz. of water and it will still turn your mouth inside out. Mess ain't for poohs. On a brighter note, I do think it helped though! {A good thing, at $10/bottle.}

Movin' on.

Ranch.
Do y'all love ranch as much as I do? Sometimes I just crave ranch, so I will open up the fridge and cabinets and think, "What do we have here that I can use to carry the ranch to my mouth?" {I know Alexa gets this because we talked about it the other day.}
My favorite is our homemade pickles. Hubs and I {and sometimes the SIL - remember, she's the one who told me about the Ritz Crookies?} can pickles from Big Silas' cucumbers. I feel like a real deal Holyfield southern chick when I can pickles. But it's so worth the effort when you hear the "pop!" when they seal. I always refrigerate mine after they've sealed and cooled, and don't eat them until a couple months after they've been canned.

Anyhoo. They are magical, out-of-this-world. I wanted to enter them in the State Fair, but do y'all know in NC, they only judge on appearance? They don't even taste the pickles! Seriously?

There is nothing more magical than drizzlin' Ken's Steakhouse Ranch on a vinegary dill pickle. Mmmm- mmmmm!!!
It's all good until I run out of pickles, and then I'm all devastated because I can't just run out and buy more. Oh well, until next year.

We also decided to make some delicious his & hers salads last night.

And I have to tell y'all this:
{Well, first, let me say, if you already know this, don't leave me a "duhh" comment, because I always feel stupid sharing "tips" on here for fear that people already knew that shiz and I'm the only one on the planet who didn't. Anywayyyy ...}

We love some hard boiled eggs on our salads, and I learned {Don't ask me from where. My memory is not that stellar.} that soaking the eggs in colllllllllld water for about 5 minutes after they're done boiling makes them sooooooooooo much easier to peel:

Hey, if it makes life easier, do tell, am I right?

In other news, I still have to finish the hubs' stocking. Do y'all do stockings with y'all's shugpies?
It is my favorite part, but only if there's creative stuff in there. I feel like girls' stockings are so much easier than boys'. If you have any magical ideas, email me or message me on the fb page. {Hubs be checkin' out the bloggage every now and again.}

Oh, one more thing. If you are a non-gluten shugpie like me {except maybe onnnnnnnnce in a while when I can't resist a biscuit or a Ritz crookie}, you should definitely look into makin' you a little breakfast sandwich out of toasted {gf} cornbread with some hot meat inside, friends. My favorites: sausage//cheddar//mustard and ham//provolone//mayo//mustard. omyworrrrd.

Welp, that's all shugs. Thanks for stickin' with me through the world's most boring and random post ever, inspired by food and procrastination.

Happy Thursday!

dear advil cold & sinus + diet coke combo

thanks for the clean house.

hubs and i appreciate it.

{and for this second post in one day}

i was just sittin there on the couch, enjoyin my large diet coke and large fry from mcdonald's when suddenly ...

WHA-BAMM!

"whassup, girl?!? let's clean this piece!"

it is currently 6:41 pm

since approximately 2:00 pm today, i have been totally possessed and completed the following tasks:

*washed all the funk dishes that can't go in the microwave

*scrubbed the counters in the kitchen

*scrubbed the sinks with comet

*cleaned out the bottom catch-all tray and toasting rack from the toaster oven

*cleaned out the microwave

*tossed out pots & pans to give to goodwill

*put away all the junk on the bar

*gathered all the random photos from childhood on up for me & anj into one place to be organized and put away

*went through medicines checking for expiration dates and tossed shiz like whoa

*completely emptied contents of living room bookshelf, collected some books for the used book store, dusted bookshelf, and replaced remaining items

*put away various nick-nacks into trunk because i'm sick of looking at them

*hung up huge cow crossing road sign that was previously sitting near laundry area because i wasn't sure what to do with it for the last 3 years

*removed random rubbermaid full of plastic storage containers that i used while teaching

 *moved big ass box containing wedding dress into the guest room closet upstairs, which actually had room now thanks to removing random rubbermaid

*brought random rubbermaid downstairs to organize random quilting madness that is "hidden" behind living room chair

*dusted off desk and rearranged items in areas where other crap had been gotten rid of

*organized downstairs bathroom cabinet which was overflowing with 598498 towels and free-roaming medications

*folded three loads of laundry

*emptied all the trash cans

*brought empty trash bin back around from the pick up and put more trash in

*scrubbed random spots off walls in living room, kitchen, dining room and bathroom

*clorox wiped door and toilet handles

*vacuumed downstairs

*knocked over fire place set while vacuuming rapidly, causing my left foot to be covered in soot, which resulted in hubs askin: "what is goin on here?" i told him i had a goal of racing around the house tearin up as much shit as possible while covering myself in soot and drippin snot all over everything in sight. duh, wth do it look like?

and then after vacuuming, i sat down, and like a vapor, it was gone.

no more crazed cleaning frenzy, and my nose started to close back up, and my voice was goin again.

 

gracious me.

and before i leave you, an anj strange-behavior-while-sleeping story:

 last night while i was reading my book as anj pie lay sleeping sweetly beside me, he woke up at 11:59 because i still had the light on and had this majorly scrunched up troll-lookin face, and he looked at me and said, "it's 11:59" and then went back to sleep. 

mmmk.

about 15 minutes later, he woke up, leaned up, grabbed his old glasses that he uses as his back up pair, put em on, and laid his head right back down and went back to sleep.

wth?

i just let him be.

about 30 mins. later when he rolled back over, i said, "gimme your glasses. you're gonna break em. what are you doin?"

he told me he was about to take em off in just a minute?

umm, why?

maybe he really needed to get a better look at somethin in his dream?

then today, in real life, he broke the lens out of his real deal holyfield prada frames, sooooooo good thing he didn't tear up the back-up pair in his sleep, huh?

poor anj.

hold up! get a pair.

Christmas is comin, y'all!

I mean, is there anything they haven't thought of? 

I'm off to Target to purchase last minute goodies for Halloweeeeeeeen!