We rented movies at Blockbuster on Friday – I mentioned them yesterday – and they were due back yesterday morning. So after I got up and did all my usual morning stuff, I decided that since I had to go up into town anyway, I’d go by the post office and then swing by Publix and get all the stuff on my grocery list. I also had a couple of packages to drop off at the local post office, which I planned to do on my way home from the other errands.
I’d gotten all my morning chores done by 7, but since the local post office doesn’t open until 8:30, I didn’t want to leave the house that early. I puttered around for an hour, and then finally left the house.
I got my mail at the post office, then headed for Publix which is on the other end of town from the post office OF COURSE, but traffic wasn’t bad, and I got there pretty quickly. I had a huge list of stuff to get, because I’m going to be making a lot of Christmas cookies later this week, and I was running low on everything.
I had gotten just about everything on my list, when I glanced at the bottom.
**MOVIES** I’d written, all in caps, with stars on either side.
Fucking jesus christ almighty fucking fucking FUCK.
I’d forgotten the movies. Had it occurred to me to GET the movies last night and put them in my purse or near my keys? OF COURSE NOT. Instead, I helpfully put them on the grocery list so I wouldn’t forget. Except I hadn’t looked at the grocery list before I left the house. So I was going to have to go home, unload the groceries, and then go ALL THE FUCKING WAY back to town to return the movies.
Fucking fuck fuck fuck.
I hate it when I do that flighty-brained shit. I mean, it’s not like it’s a great long trek from our house to Blockbuster – 15 minutes or so each way – but it’s the principle of the matter. I wasn’t going to even GO into town yesterday, but I figured since I HAD to go to town to return the movies, I’d get everything done at once.
CLEARLY THAT DID NOT WORK OUT.
It wasn’t so bad, in the end. I got home, unloaded my groceries, ate breakfast, hung out with the kittens, and then moseyed back into town with the movies, which is conveniently located across the street from The Dollar Tree, which I’d been meaning to visit. Several months ago, I happened across some microcloth cleaning cloths there. They were intended to be used for cleaning, but they were so soft that I knew instantly that the cats would love them. It wasn’t that annoying microcloth that sticks to your hands all creepy-like, either – they’re so, so soft. I bought ten of them (they were $1 each), and I was right – the cats LOVE them. I use them to line the cat beds on my desk, so I can just grab ’em and wash them every so often instead of having to clean the whole bed. I went back to the Dollar Tree about a month later, and of course they didn’t have them any more. I’ve been meaning to stop by ever since, just in case they got more in stock.
They didn’t have any yesterday, either. If the ones I bought had tags on them, I’d locate them online somewhere and buy a zillion of them, but I missed my window on that.
Oh well – it’s not like the cats will suffer once the ones I have are all beaten and threadbare, I’ll just find something else to put in the cat beds, right?
Then I moseyed on home and made a batch of corn chowder to have for lunch all this week. In and among my errand-running and kitten snuggling and dollar store shopping, I had to lug a buckets of boiling water out to the chicken yard every two hours. With the wind chill, it was well below freezing all day, and the chickens and dogs and pigs don’t have water heaters because IT NEVER GETS THAT COLD IN ALABAMA HA HA HA. I’d boil a big pot of water, dump it into the bucket, lug it out to the chicken yard and pour enough hot water into each chicken waterer, dog water dish, and the pig water trough to melt the layer of ice and keep more ice from forming for a while.
I hear that tomorrow it’s supposed to get back above freezing, but we might get some freezing rain. I guess I better drive safely on my way to South Huntsville!
It’s been almost three years since I had my lower body lift, and it’s time for a breast lift. Those of you who haven’t been reading long, here’s the scoop: in January 2006, I had RNY gastric bypass weight loss surgery and subsequently lost 145ish pounds (or, if you prefer, almost 200 pounds from my very highest weight), which is documented here. In April 2008, I had a lower body lift, which is also documented at that site. (I am very very very happy with the results of the lower body lift, btw.)
I had hoped to have a breast lift last January, but with the possibility that Fred might be about to lose his job, I put it off. Now I’m going tomorrow for a consultation. I’m more than a little tired of the lemons-in-a-tube-sock look. We’ve been saving for this (though I should add that Fred would LOVE IT if I didn’t have surgery. He says supportive things like “They don’t bother me!”, and I think it’s sweet that he thinks my desire to have them hoisted up to a reasonable position on my body has anything to do with whether they bother him or not. I should add here that I’m talking about a breast LIFT, and there will not be any implants involved. Having big boobehs for the first half of my life has made me long for small perky ones.)
Anyway, that’s why I’ll be braving the potential freezing rain tomorrow! I’m sure if the cost is in line with what we’ve saved, I’ll be scheduling that surgery as soon as possible.
And then I’ve promised Fred that there will be NO MORE SURGERY.
(I can feel my appendix taking that as a challenge.)
Last week I checked at Publix and found no Meyer lemons. Then I checked at Sam’s and found no Meyer lemons. Then I shot off an email to local ReaderFriend Jean and was all “WTF? Have you ever seen Meyer lemons around here? I’m starting to take this as a challenge!”
Because she is AWESOME, Jean apparently checked at every store in Huntsville and found me some Meyer lemons! Fred got them from her yesterday (Jean works near where Fred works), and these things smell AMAZING. I haven’t used them yet – I’m going to candy some of them, and possibly make lemon curd from the rest), but I can’t wait!
(Thanks again, Jean. You rock!)
You know how yesterday I said that Cindy and Bobby were “just under” two pounds, as reported by Fred, who’d gone upstairs to weigh them?
Last night when we were hanging out with the kittens before bed, I grabbed up Cindy (who’s the smallest) and went to weigh her to see how close she was to two pounds.
One pound, ten ounces. Now, I ask you – how is that “just under” two pounds? That’s “just over” a pound and a half, if you ask me!
I mean, not that it matters that much. At least she’s gaining weight – just not quite as quickly as I thought!
“Halllp. Meeeee.”
Okay.
Poking wee Cindy Brady so she’ll flail around and look adorable?
Probably not a good idea. But I can’t help it. She cracks me up!
“You poke ME, you’re gonna lose that finger, lady. You get me?”
Reacher was on the couch in the living room, and I was trying to get a good low-light picture of him (ie, I was messing around with the camera settings without a clue as to what I was doing, and then snapping pictures to see what would happen). I was kneeling in the hallway, and I guess there were cats gathering behind me, and it disturbed Reacher.
Doesn’t he look disturbed? I’m disturbed, too – I have no clue what settings I had the camera on.
Corbie, snoozing on my bed.
Corbie, in the blue basket in the kitchen. (That is not, I hasten to assure you, a bucket of chocolate buttercream icing behind him. It once held chocolate buttercream frosting, but when I purchased it at the flea market, it was empty. It currently holds all-purpose flour. I buy the big bag at Sam’s, and needed a big place to store it. That bucket is perfect.)
Miz Poo, in my bedroom window, in the sun. Sweet, sweet girl.
Previously
2009: WTF with these people and the “keep going”?!
2008: No entry.
2007: Well, I don’t “always” say it. In fact, that would be the first time I’ve ever said it. But I’ll say it more in the future!
2006: “MY BABY IS IN PAIN, MAKE IT STOP!”
2005: I’m impressed with myself, if you couldn’t tell.
2004: It is in the 20s here today, IS IT OKAY FOR ME TO BE COLD NOW?
2003: (”Thanks, me! I’m so thoughtful!”)
2002: No entry.
2001: Trust me, it was far more horrifying-looking in person.
2000: Babbling.
1999: No entry.