Why is this day so slow? And why do I not want to do anything? Golly. You ever have those days where you feel like you want to jump out of your skin? I'm having one of those days. I feel edgy and restless, yet aimless and fatigued. Maybe it's because my vacation is coming up, and I am so tired of waiting for it. It seems like it's taken forever to get here. I just hope my vacation goes by slowly, so I can savor every moment and genuinely experience rejuvenation.
I know you're not supposed to broadcast when you're out of town, because that is just an invitation for someone to burglarize your home. So I'm not going to pinpoint exactly when we're leaving and coming back - I'll just say that it's soon.
I feel like I need to somehow get excitement and/or joy out of grocery shopping. You know why? I HATE grocery shopping. It's such a drudge, and it's an hour of my life every week that I will never get back. But how to get joy out of it? I don't see how it's possible. Part of the problem is that I almost always have to do it by myself (I shop on Saturdays, and Mark works almost every Saturday), and lugging all the heavy bags up to our 2nd floor apartment is the worst. I usually have to make 4 or 5 trips, and by then I'm really hot and worn out. That probably says more about my stamina and general physical fitness than anything, but anyway... Going to the store, buying the same staples over and over, trying to figure out what to buy for all the dinners that week, blah, blah, blah, yuck. I probably shouldn't complain, because at least we have the resources to replenish our food supply every week. A lot of people don't. But for once can I just get someone else to pick out everything and lug it all upstairs for me? Or maybe I should change my shopping day to Sundays, that way I have Mark to help me. But my original thought process was that I'd get the chores and errands done while Mark was working, so we could relax on Sunday. Moving the grocery trip to Sunday would kind of ruin that. What would you do in my position? Keep sucking it up and shop by yourself on Saturday, or push it to Sunday, your day of rest, so you can have company and assistance?
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
Unimportant fluff
Even though I was resolved not to do it, I did it. I bought a bathing suit online. I planned on going to a brick-and-mortar store to try suits on, and I actually have done that a couple times. Nothing panned out. So I found a really cute suit online, and read the reviews. Everyone who had purchased the suit gave it high marks for cuteness and fit, so I bit the bullet and ordered myself one. Fingers crossed, it won't turn out to be a mistake.
I have no plans this weekend (except for the usual chores and errands), and I'm loving it. When you're overscheduled, even with fun things, it takes the relaxation out of the weekend. I love being able to sleep in, and having nowhere to be. I like to hang out in my jammies, have my coffee, and catch up on some TV.
Is it just me, or is there a trend right now with women having super-long hair? I have to think that most of the celebrities I see with really long hair have achieved such length with extensions, which seems like cheating. But I have to admit that I have been influenced by this trend. No, I didn't get extensions, and I don't plan on getting any. I'm purposely letting my hair grow out quite long, longer than it's ever been. And I like it. But even with all this hair, I still can't manage to twist my hair into a nice, fat bun. It still looks kind of puny and sad. Thick hair I'll never have, and I just have to accept that.
Everyone have a great weekend!
I have no plans this weekend (except for the usual chores and errands), and I'm loving it. When you're overscheduled, even with fun things, it takes the relaxation out of the weekend. I love being able to sleep in, and having nowhere to be. I like to hang out in my jammies, have my coffee, and catch up on some TV.
Is it just me, or is there a trend right now with women having super-long hair? I have to think that most of the celebrities I see with really long hair have achieved such length with extensions, which seems like cheating. But I have to admit that I have been influenced by this trend. No, I didn't get extensions, and I don't plan on getting any. I'm purposely letting my hair grow out quite long, longer than it's ever been. And I like it. But even with all this hair, I still can't manage to twist my hair into a nice, fat bun. It still looks kind of puny and sad. Thick hair I'll never have, and I just have to accept that.
Everyone have a great weekend!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Humidity aggravation and other annoyances
Wow, it's been a long time since I've posted anything. More than a month. I guess I just haven't felt like blogging. But now I'm in the mood again.
It sure is hot for the first day of summer. But it seems to me that the calendar is way off when it comes to the seasons, at least in Ohio. Summer started around Memorial Day, not only in our mindset, but weather-wise. And even though fall starts in late September, it usually feels fall-ish a lot sooner than that, though this year might be an exception due to El Nino or global warming, or whatever weather phenomenon the meteorologists are blaming for our hotter weather. I don't know about you, but I don't do well in the hot, humid weather. Especially in the humidity. Mark and I were at the Indians game on Friday night, and even though it was only in the low to mid 80's, I was sweating (or "glistening", as we ladies like to say) the whole dang time. It was so sticky and humid, and I felt so gross. I had to take a cold shower when I got home. The weatherman said the humidity was supposed to be low. Ha! He couldn't have been more wrong. I kept thinking, if the humidity is so low, why the heck am I dripping with sweat? The only conclusion I could come to was that Mr. Weatherman is either incompetent or a liar. There's no reason I could think of that he would lie about the humidity, so he must be incompetent. Thanks for nothing, weather guy.
We had taken the Rapid to the game, and on the way back the train was absolutely packed. Everyone was sweaty, and jammed close together. Blech. The AC was on, but it wasn't circulating well because there were too many bodies stuffed in there. I had the particular pleasure of standing right next to an elderly gentleman's armpit, and his deoderant was not working too well, if you get my drift.
Despite the humidity, I enjoyed the game, and the fireworks afterward. But having my husband tell me that he's perfectly comfortable, not too hot at all, was quite aggravating. It made me feel like there was something wrong with me, and I shouldn't have been sweating so much. But I noticed other people fanning themselves, and I would have been too, if I'd had anything to use as a fan. So there!
Mark isn't into baseball, but to my surprise, after the game, he bought an Indians t-shirt. But I didn't realize how little Mark knows about baseball, until he indignantly insisted that the scoreboard was wrong, that the Indians had more hits than what was showing. I was confused, until I realized he thought fly balls and ground outs counted as hits. I stifled my amusement, and informed him that it only counted as a hit if you get on base. Mark is a football man, all the way. And I'm sure he's suppressed a few smiles when I've asked some (probably stupid) questions about football, so I enjoyed it, probably more than I should have, that I know more about a sport than he does. But my enjoyment is tempered by the fact that it's only because of indifference that he's ignorant about baseball; he couldn't care less about the ins and outs of it (no pun intended).
Which brings me to one of my biggest grammar/word usage pet peeves. The phrase is I COULDN'T care less. NOT I could care less. If you could care less, that means that you actually do care. Just one gem of unasked-for word knowledge from your resident word nerd.
I need a new swimsuit. And all the ladies reading this know how awful it is to go bathing suit shopping. Mark and I are going on a little vacation soon, and my best and favorite suit is worn out and not presentable. So I am grimly resolved to find a new one, and I just hope I can find one that looks okay on me and isn't crazy expensive. If you have any recommendations on where to shop, please share. I have a gift card to Macy's, but unless they're having a sale, it won't go very far.
I'm so thankful for air conditioning (how did it get that name anyway? Instead of something more descriptive of what it is, like 'air cooling'?). I don't know what I'd do without it. I'd much rather be cold than hot, because you can always add a layer or two if you're cold, but if you're hot, there's not much you can do. Just sweat, I guess.
That reminds me of a school picture I got from a male classmate that I had a crush on in high school. He wrote on the back of it, "Stay Sweat!" (instead of Stay Sweet.) And I remember that to this day, not only because of the crush I had on him, but because I am a spelling geek, and I find nerdy stuff like that hilarious.
It sure is hot for the first day of summer. But it seems to me that the calendar is way off when it comes to the seasons, at least in Ohio. Summer started around Memorial Day, not only in our mindset, but weather-wise. And even though fall starts in late September, it usually feels fall-ish a lot sooner than that, though this year might be an exception due to El Nino or global warming, or whatever weather phenomenon the meteorologists are blaming for our hotter weather. I don't know about you, but I don't do well in the hot, humid weather. Especially in the humidity. Mark and I were at the Indians game on Friday night, and even though it was only in the low to mid 80's, I was sweating (or "glistening", as we ladies like to say) the whole dang time. It was so sticky and humid, and I felt so gross. I had to take a cold shower when I got home. The weatherman said the humidity was supposed to be low. Ha! He couldn't have been more wrong. I kept thinking, if the humidity is so low, why the heck am I dripping with sweat? The only conclusion I could come to was that Mr. Weatherman is either incompetent or a liar. There's no reason I could think of that he would lie about the humidity, so he must be incompetent. Thanks for nothing, weather guy.
We had taken the Rapid to the game, and on the way back the train was absolutely packed. Everyone was sweaty, and jammed close together. Blech. The AC was on, but it wasn't circulating well because there were too many bodies stuffed in there. I had the particular pleasure of standing right next to an elderly gentleman's armpit, and his deoderant was not working too well, if you get my drift.
Despite the humidity, I enjoyed the game, and the fireworks afterward. But having my husband tell me that he's perfectly comfortable, not too hot at all, was quite aggravating. It made me feel like there was something wrong with me, and I shouldn't have been sweating so much. But I noticed other people fanning themselves, and I would have been too, if I'd had anything to use as a fan. So there!
Mark isn't into baseball, but to my surprise, after the game, he bought an Indians t-shirt. But I didn't realize how little Mark knows about baseball, until he indignantly insisted that the scoreboard was wrong, that the Indians had more hits than what was showing. I was confused, until I realized he thought fly balls and ground outs counted as hits. I stifled my amusement, and informed him that it only counted as a hit if you get on base. Mark is a football man, all the way. And I'm sure he's suppressed a few smiles when I've asked some (probably stupid) questions about football, so I enjoyed it, probably more than I should have, that I know more about a sport than he does. But my enjoyment is tempered by the fact that it's only because of indifference that he's ignorant about baseball; he couldn't care less about the ins and outs of it (no pun intended).
Which brings me to one of my biggest grammar/word usage pet peeves. The phrase is I COULDN'T care less. NOT I could care less. If you could care less, that means that you actually do care. Just one gem of unasked-for word knowledge from your resident word nerd.
I need a new swimsuit. And all the ladies reading this know how awful it is to go bathing suit shopping. Mark and I are going on a little vacation soon, and my best and favorite suit is worn out and not presentable. So I am grimly resolved to find a new one, and I just hope I can find one that looks okay on me and isn't crazy expensive. If you have any recommendations on where to shop, please share. I have a gift card to Macy's, but unless they're having a sale, it won't go very far.
I'm so thankful for air conditioning (how did it get that name anyway? Instead of something more descriptive of what it is, like 'air cooling'?). I don't know what I'd do without it. I'd much rather be cold than hot, because you can always add a layer or two if you're cold, but if you're hot, there's not much you can do. Just sweat, I guess.
That reminds me of a school picture I got from a male classmate that I had a crush on in high school. He wrote on the back of it, "Stay Sweat!" (instead of Stay Sweet.) And I remember that to this day, not only because of the crush I had on him, but because I am a spelling geek, and I find nerdy stuff like that hilarious.
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