I want someone to cook for me. I am tired of cooking for other people. I enjoy cooking, but it's getting to be a chore, and one I resent. *sigh* I need a break for a while so I can enjoy it again.
I was in bed by 7pm last night. I was, for some reason, tired as hell.
Weird.
On the other hand, I got a BONZO night's sleep out of it.
Most of my messages seem to be along the lines of "I have added and rated you. Please return the favor."
With absolutely nothing, other than a stamp and "10" in my profile, nothing saying they actually read it or bothered to learn anything about me from it.
Why should I respond to so impersonal a summons? Why do others think that those they tell "hey I paid a miniscule amount of impersonal attention to you - do the same to me so I can get a level up" are beholden to respond in any way?
If a person isn't going to bother to get to know me before adding me and all my shit to their various favourites, they obviously aren't going to be checking back to see if I, or the other 457 people they did that to today, are doing the same.
What a waste of time.
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I have 66 people on my friends list. I actually TALK to maybe half that- some I just have on there to piss them off, others to keep an eye on for different reasons.....
I am ON 201 friend's lists.....
Gawd...
I just got my first one of those this morning.
I am considering flipping some shit on the message bearer.
I hate being sick.
I should have put up a plague marker and burned the place down.
Gah.
Now I'M whining.
Fuck.
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I'll bring wine and cheese to you to nurse you back to health :)
When are you not whining?
ouch....damn, Daire...lol
Hmm. Good call, Daire. Usually I try to mask it as in general bitching, but, when you boil it all down to the heart of it all ... Yep. Whingeing. =)
*poke* PoopyPants, you're a Boogerhead.
Love,
Fatass
I have a hose full of sick people. Well, two other people in my house seems full to me.
One has stomach flu, the other strep throat; I want to put up a plague marker and stay somewhere else until they are well.
And whine? GOOD GODS. o_O
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A yellow plague flag would look cool flying from a house.
I'd send you some cheese for that whine but Rat done stole it all. Good luck :)
For the badger.... I will share.
*holds out the cheese tray...and her wine glass*
Hey- I am freaking sharing! :P
A hose full of sick people?
I made pork carnitas for dinner.
Put some pork in the crotch pot for all day, came home broke it up, added seasoning, let it simmer for another 10 minutes ... and voila! YUM. MEH.
Stupid monkey of a uterus.
I need a melon scoop.
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There's no possible excuse she can come up with that should justify getting the child back in her custody.
they should go to jail that baby may not even live.
Jail would not be good enough for them. The need a good old fashioned ass beating then put under the jail.
And to get nothing as far as jail time? WTF??
I am with the cow above me... sorry, forgot the name. :)
That's just wrong.. The things people will do just to get rid of a child they don't want. There are some people that can't even carry their own children or even get pregnant. Ungrateful wenches....
I feel so restive and impatient and I have NO idea why.
On the upside, though, we've had glorious rain today - on and off so it can actually soak into the parched earth. I can almost feel the sigh underneath my feet.
I either need to go bite something or go for a walk in the rain.
Start of another work week.
I hope I can get everything done I want to. (Which means ... everything, ::laughter::)
I've been easing into being more comfortable in my role of Regional Office Manager over seven offices. It makes my brain tired at times, though.
I genuinely like and respect each of the administrators under my purview. I was surprised to discover this, as it's hard for me to like people. Pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.
That's what I've been doing the past year - trying to get comfy in my newish work-skin. Going from one office to seven is a bit of a poser.
It's been a cleaning and laundry day. Much as I grumble at the tasks, having a clean house with all of the laundry clean and put away ... well, I like that feeling.
If only I could order my mind so neatly. You know, give it a good brush down, scrub out and rearrange the furniture - that would be most welcome.
Pressure system is moving over South Texas today, bringing 100+ temps - and blowing allergens around. Between the pressure change and the allergens, I am headachey, cloudy minded, and hiding in the air conditioning.
I was going to go swimming today, but I think it may at least have to wait until dusk or later. At least most of the heat will be taken care of then.
For dinner:
Diced tomatoes, lettuce, browned beef (bison) with garlic, onion, cumin, chili powder, pepper and a little bit of turmeric.
Call it taco salad sans taco or cheese. mmmmm.
Increasing food allergies are forcing me to get more and more creative with cooking - or I'll end up eating meat, veg and fruit. Period. If I'm not careful, I'll end up boring the shit out of myself food-wise.
I swear to all the odd gods of the galaxy that if I develop an allergy to *gasp!* caffeine in general or coffee in specific ... there will be blood in the streets. And I will cry. I love my coffee. Ask Khayman (who is just about the only person I know who can match me pot for ninja strong pot).
Damn. I miss her, too, though I get pictures of the boys all the time. I need to go to Virginia for a visit. Or a move. Something.
Aha! My nephew, Duncan, went fishing with his mommy today. He caught two catfish. Mommy cleaned them and cooked them, they ate them, and now he is "big heap self-sufficient man." He's a cute little sprat. Gods ... is he really going to turn six this fall? I'm freaking old. I remember when my brother and Angela first started dating, about a million years ago (eight, nine? something like that).
I miss my daddy like crazy today. I was definitely a daddy's girl. Even when we fought like wolverines, I was, down at my roots, one hell of a daddy's girl. No one has ever compared to his star in my eyes. I don't think there's a man born who could match his example of intelligence, humor, down to earth practicality, irrascableness and forgiving daddy-ness.
I sound like a 5 year old right now, but damn it! I want my daddy, and he's dead. Three years in the grave, now, and I still can't quite believe it.
Wow, I've gotten maudlin all of a sudden. Maybe I should stop inflicting my boo-hoos on you-whos.
When you've paid all your bills (for a few months ahead) and still have a chunk of change? Put it into savings! Go savings!
I am going to bed now.
Sausage and tomatoes sound good. Sleep sounds better. I had breakfast AND lunch, so no lectures about not eating dinner.
Today was just long, exhausting and I am done with it.
Evening conversation was cheering, but I am still tired.
Nini!
Sausage. And tomatoes.
And strangely, I also now have a craving to twirl pink fuzzy dice.
My innards are not pleased with me today. I'm just ... uncomfortable. Stupid innards.
With the below journal entry, my job of squeeking out the natives is complete. Go me. :P
What adult has NEVER EVER NEVER NEVER EVER peed in the shower.
Come on.
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And that is a good thing....right? Not red. :)
well yes PINK is much better then Lobster RED
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CryingMist
22:56 Jun 27 2010
make kraft dinner people will stop asking you and will make food lol then you can enjoy ^^
RedQueen
04:28 Jun 28 2010
I"m with that- hamburger helper it is till you quit yer bitchin and get into the kitchen. Just how many people you feedin' sugar?
Khayman
23:31 Jun 29 2010
I'll make you Shrimp Scampi, again.
Howzat? :)
Requiem
22:42 Jul 02 2010
Yers. Mama DOES want shrimp scampi again. It's a deal. You cook shrimp scampi, we go out to the tobacco restaurant place. =)
Khayman
18:13 Jul 03 2010
That would be The Tobacco Company. :-)