Being Me

So you may have noticed that I haven't been around in a bit.

I meant to post.  I really did.  But, you know, I didn't.  So there's no excuse for that, not really.  I just...haven't.

Anyway!  To fill you in on what's been going on...

Went to the BFF's new place last Friday, and I made her dinner and we also baked cookies. The oven was a little bit possessed and there was a bit of cookie burnage, but we managed to own that bitch and 96% of the cookies were full of awesome. It's just a cute little place, and it feels like her.  It's nice, and I fucking love her back door (get your mind out of the gutter, people!  lol)  Her kitty, Cersei, attacked the crap out of me.  It was so damn cute I don't even have words.  My hand was all chewed up, but I forgave her.  But it was awesome to have BFF time.  And I really loved giving her prezzies, one of which was her very own bob!

I had two days off this week and it was...not all it was cracked up to be.  Unfortunately.  Monday, I woke up with a migraine, and they suck donkey balls, and I was extra super pissed because it was a day I already had the day off of work.  At any rate, pills, and coffee, and unfortunately a little bit getting sick, took care of that, and the afternoon was mine. 

Tuesday I got bad news (and I was very sad), followed immediately by good news.  And also the Flash Fic Holiday Blog Hop sign up went live!  It's super exciting.  We've had quite a few sign ups so far, and I'm just thrilled about that.  And I really, really can't wait to see all the different stories that people come up with.  I think it's going to be so fun to see what's the same and what's different.  So Tuesday was just a roller coaster of emotion, and that made me tired.  It was mostly good, though.  

I've been yarning a bit.  I wanted to get the mitts done BEFORE I went to the BFF's but, yeah, that didn't happen.  But now I'm nearly done, so she really will have them in time for winter.  Her birthday present on the other hand?  Nowhere near done.  And since her birthday is like, in less than three weeks, well...let's put it this way.  I already told her it might be late.  She loves me so it'll be forgiven.  But I still really fucking love it, and she will too.  

And so, yeah, that's pretty much it.  Work is still work.  I've been writing, and reading, and yarning.  So basically, I've just been being me.  There were some low points, and I was really low, but mostly it was good.  

And  now it's Friday night, and I'm chilling and happy.  And I'm about to make tea.  And enjoy the holy hell out of my weekend.  

Here's What Happened...

I have a lot to be thankful for this year and I made sure to be extra appreciative yesterday.  We had a wonderful family dinner--there was so much food--and even though Brub was in Massachusetts and his presence was missed, we still had a good time.  After dinner, and while we enjoyed our pie, we played a game.  There was one point where we were laughing so hard, everything hurt and I couldn't breathe.  I really have an awesome family.  

Today is my last day of work before I have a week off.  I'm pretty excited about having vacation time.  I'm not doing anything exciting...just hanging out and sleeping in late and drinking my coffee in my pajamas.  But it'll be nice.  I'm hoping to watch a bunch of Christmas movies and get some yarning done and maybe even some editing.  I will most likely write. 

Worth It will be released for individual sale on Sunday, December 1st, as will the rest of the stories from the Heartwarming anthology.  I'm both nervous and excited.  I wrote a story that's going to be out there for the public to read.  I really don't even know how to feel right now.

Sis loved her blanket! She's been wrapped up in it since yesterday.  I keep telling her it's too long and she keeps refuting me.  I'm happy she's happy.  And I'm incredibly happy that it's done and I don't have to think about it anymore.  I already have plans for the extra yarn.  Eventually.  If I get to it.

The Christmas season is officially upon us!  I need more decorations.  Just sayin'.

Enjoy your weekend everyone!

The Ticking Clock

So last night, I made dinner, right?  

Wait, let me back up.

Yesterday afternoon I'm sitting there trying to think of what I should make for dinner, right?  We always end up eating the same things over and over again so I was trying to think of something different.  I started googling dinner-like things but everything I came across made me go blech.  Bit of info here: I'm not particularly adventurous in my food tastes.  I know what I like, I'll eat what I like, and I don't stray very far.  But I wanted something different, right?  So I think, "I like casseroles, I like cooking casseroles, let's see if I can find a casserole."  Back to Google and then I find a fuckton of casseroles.  But like 90% of them are chicken, which I don't care a lot for, and we ate chicken the night before so I dismiss those.  And the other 9.9%?  Stuff I won't eat.  But then!  Then I find a bacon potato cheesy casserole thing  and I'm like, ding ding ding!  We have a winner!  So I stop at the store on the way home from work, get the stuff, and come home.  A bit of prep work and I pop it in the oven.  

Whilst it's baking, I pull out Sis's blanket and I start working on it.  But the timer is going, right?  So I know when I have to take the casserole out.  And it's just ticking away.  And, well, I couldn't help myself.  I glanced at the clock at the beginning of a row.  I peek again at the end of the row.  Roughly eight minutes.  So, then, next row, I'm constantly glancing at the clock as I'm working.  Pretty much eight minutes again.  Well, after that?  I'm all, obsessively glancing at the clocking thinking "Okay, I've got six more minutes to finish this row, I've got three and half minutes to finish this row, fuck! only forty seconds!  Move! Move! Move! Gotta finish this row!"

So even though I was totally stressing myself out, I was also having a great deal of fun.  Because every time I finished a row within that 8 minute time limit I was seriously satisfied with myself.  And then I got to do it all over again.  I only got, like, six rows done because the casserole only had to cook for an hour and I needed to set the table and stuff.  But, really, I was amusing myself something fierce.

Alas, because I was obsessively timing myself, my brain was occupied and didn't wander into story territory.  But that's okay.  There's always today, right?

And, if you were wondering, dinner was pretty damn tasty!