Lacking Motivation

Since I am currently unemployed, and can't even sue anyone yet [but if you have a need come November, when I get my results and can be licensed, give me a holler!], I've been doing not much of anything. I can't even muster up the energy to do laundry; the piles are threatening to take over the house.

I have been making some good dinners for the past few days. Steaks and potatoes and corn on the cob one night; beef stew; parmesan crusted chicken and pasta with grilled asparagus tonight. We're eating quite well. Of course, the food coma doesn't make it any easier to get on top of the laundry. Or the other chores.

I'm constantly trying to focus myself or plan my way into a cleaner household. I'll just do one closet or one room or even a drawer, I tell myself. Then I'll be done before I know it. This is the same approach I use with exercising. It doesn't work either way.

I hate not working. I feel purposeless. Well, I guess I wouldn't mind not working, if we could afford it. Well, plus maid service.

This is why cleaning is best left to the professionals.

And so today I was cleaning, which I hate to do, but the cat hair tumbleweeds were ridiculous, and I blame my recent insomnia on the need for sparkly clean linens, and I made a giant fucking mess.

I was dusting the new shelves the husband put up above my new, small, unbroken desk, when I noticed I had too much stuff piled on a tray rack that was precariously perched on the lower shelf. So what did I do? I took a giant book, put it on the top tray of the rack to tidy up further, and . . . TADA! Down comes the rack, smashing right into my nice glass full of seltzer water, spewing glass bits and carbonation everyfuckingwhere. Ugh. It made cleaning take even fucking longer. And all I kept doing was saying variations of motherfucker and fucking fucker while I was tidying up. While the girl periodically popped in, asking me if I needed help. Her love of language, she gets that from me!

On the plus side, the glass shattered in the cat bed, so I got to throw that away instead of trying to clean out the glass and cat hair. You know, because I worry that the cats would come to harm.

Lazy, lazy, LAZY Sunday

I had a very restless night last night. The kind where I was up every 15 minutes or so for about 4 hours straight, then slept for 1/2 and hour, then for an hour, and then up again constantly. I finally gave up at 7:30 after going to bed at 12:30. Better rested, right?

I had breakfast and watched some t.v. [every network's weather - is it wrong that I know every weather person's name? The husband thinks so. I think it's just me taking an interest in my world], and then decided I was tired again. Went back to bed and woke up at 10:30. That NEVER happens to me.

It made the day go by pretty damn quickly, though. By the time I made breakfast for the husband the girl [I know! Real waffles! And bacon! And eggs! Just like the 1950s! Would you like extra butter with that?] I was hungry for lunch. After looking at the greasefest, I had a nice sensible salad. With chicken and feta cheese. That I ordered from the coney island. Because I was too lazy to make one for myself. Also there was no chicken in the house. But mostly it was the lazy.

Mmmm . . . soft making and it smells good, too!

I love this hand cream from Aveda:



I love it so much I actually spent $19 on a tiny bottle. Which, for as much as I wash my hands during the day, seems like/is a ridiculous amount of money for something that stays on my hands for about .2 seconds a shot.

BUT. My hands get so fucking dry that they crack and I get painful little cuts which HURT HURT HURT, and this cream helps a lot. And it's got a nice citrusy smell. Way better than the boring no smell of Lubriderm Sensitive Skin.

I don't know why I just gave an unpaid review, but I had nothing else to talk about!

O.k., time to go play BEATLES ROCK BAND! KICK ASSSSSS!!!

Fucking Apple

So in the past 2 months I've had a new hard drive put in my MacBook and assorted other laptop related issues, including bullshit about iTunes and then TODAY my fucking iPhone freezes up so badly while I am UPDATING THE FUCKING SOFTWARE that I have to reset and I lose EVERY GOD DAMN THING ON MY IPHONE INCLUDING THE APPS AND THAT FUN GAME I BOUGHT WHOSE NAME I CAN'T REMEMBER and all my photos which I had moved from my hard drive to my iPhone for safe keeping [hahahahahahahhaHAHAHAHAHAHApunchmyselfintheface] so those are gone too. Fuckers.

I hate technology.

Things that don't work and how they annoy me

Thing That Doesn't Work:
Oven: For the second time in 10 years, the pilot thingy has collapsed in on itself like a supernova and now I have no oven. [This stopped working right about 4 weeks ago.]

How This Annoys Me:
We've been grilling and using the toaster oven for small, necessary things, like cheesesticks. Do you know how many things you NEED to bake/roast/reheat when you don't have an oven? A zillion. [My mom suggested just turning on the gas and tossing in a match. Um. No.]

Second Thing That Doesn't Work:
Dishwasher: The racks have rusted through and ruined all my dishes.

How This Annoys Me:
Do you know how much it costs to get new racks? $185 + tax + shipping & handling PER RACK. So now I need a new dishwasher, too.

Third Thing That Doesn't Work:
Motion sensored kitchen trash can: Started spasmodically opening and closing about a month after I got it from Costco.

How This Annoys Me:
After finally finding a garbage can that was made for germophobes, to have it spazz out like that? Cruelty, pure and simple. Plus, now I have to return something, which is UBER annoying.

Speaking of newspapers

Our family has been getting the NYT for about 6 or 7 months now. I got a great weekly rate through school, and I like the idea of taking a look at the headlines, at least, and getting nice and angry right at the beginning of my day.

So in addition to needing a kick ass newspaper rack [see previous post - and I can't believe it but both the girl and the husband find the Alessi Blow Up ugly. So fuck them. As soon as I get the money or am carefree enough to dump $115 on a charge card, I'm getting that rack.], I've been dealing with the actual delivery of the newspaper. By our schizophrenic newspaper boy.

I head out in the wee hours [6:20 or so] to get the paper. In my nightgown and slippers. With full Albert Einstein hair. And sometimes the paper is right at the door. Smack in the middle of my welcome mat. Other times, it's at the end of the driveway. Way at the end, like down by the street. I get so angry at the inconsistency. It's like a fucking tease, but not the good kind.

Wow. That was boring.

I'm in love with this:

We are a paper intensive family - newspapers, magazines, books, random bits of flotsam from school. I need a magazine/newspaper rack, and I fell in love with this Alessi Blow Up. I've seen it in the DIA shop and have always been drawn to it. Lately, it's become an obsession. A $115 obsession.

Man, I need a fucking job.

A Matter of Taste

I've been loving our DVR. I don't watch commercials anymore unless I am forced to watch something IN REAL TIME, which sucks on an astral level. Seriously, I get twitchy and even more angry than usual when I push the stupid button on the remote and nothing happens and I'm stuck watching that fucking Walmart rube talk about how she doesn't need a piece of chalk to measure her kids' growth[?], all she needs is . . . her stupid ass daughter giving up the hotel on Boardwalk to her idiot son who is broke and a whiny bastard and who has yet to learn that the entire fucking point of Monopoly is to have someone go broke and go out so that you can say, "Hey, let's just see who has the most money and call it quits," because my god, Monopoly blows. [I hate that family and that woman so much, I initially wrote that she was a fucking see you next Tuesday, but I'm trying to tone down the swearing at the girl's request, so I edited that out. But I hate her and the whole measure growth with chalk thing so much that that I had to write about the fact that I wanted to call her such a vile, vile name. For some reason, I think she's a homeschooler and creationist. I get that vibe.]

Also, I can skip through the boring parts of t.v. shows, too.

Which brings me to Mad Men. Everyone raves about this show, so I DVR'd it and it was taking up massive amount of space on the DVR and in my psyche because I could barely make myself watch it.

Sweet Jesus, that show is boring beyond all fucking comprehension. Yes, the style is great, but I have need of a story that makes me give a shit, not just looking at cool suits and pretty dresses and watching people smoke [yum, I miss smoking]. And thus far, nothing in that show has made me care one iota about what happens to anyone. Not even a little bit.

I keep trying and it keeps sucking, so I finally yesterday just deleted all of it from the DVR. I feel much better now. So long as that bitch from Walmart keeps her fucking mouth shut.

Back from Hiatus

Where did the time go? Oh, yeah:

• Bar review [Sucktacular]
• Bar exam [No results until November, but I'm hoping/positive thinking I've passed. Why not?]
• Painted house which still hasn't been put to rights [But damn, can I blow through money!]
• New harddrive on computer [Buh bye, all info I didn't back up. Whoops!]
  
• New fan on computer [Also other screen type thingies and what nots. Including a new keypad housing. Nice!]
• New landscaping [What a monstrous pain in the ass. All around our small house, which is small, and yet still created a ridiculous amount of work. I even had 8 fucking yards of mulch delivered! EIGHT YARDS! Looks good, though! Except the girl is responsible for watering the plants, and she's not doing such a great job. So things are dying. Whoops again!]
• My 41st birthday!!! GO ME!!!!! I got a kick ass Canon Digital SLR that I'm afraid to use [thanks, graduation and birthday money!].
• Laundry like we're shedding skins
  

Today was the girl's first day of middle school. We used to call it junior high. I'm not sure what the difference is. The percentage of white kids? The median income?

She was WAY excited. WAY. Got up at 6am to get ready excited.

I'm glad. She loves school still and is excited rather than nervous, which bodes well, I think. She's in the middle school gifted program, which differs from her elementary school program in that the core classes [Lit, science, math, social studies] are gifted while the electives [I believe she is taking art, creative writing and shop? maybe?] are with the general student population. Her elementary was its own school, which I'm not going to lie, I LOVED. I hope she does well with the rest of the kids; they can be cruel to smarties. Or to anyone, really. Fucking junior high bastards.

Funny story: I ran into a woman I knew from the girl's preschool. Her son is a year older than the girl, and she and I were quite close for a while. But time goes by and we had little in common but the preschool and our kids, and so we saw each other much less frequently, until it seems like once a year I run into her in random places.

Anyway, the funny part is, her son is going to the same middle school as the girl, but not in the gifted program. When she found out the girl was going to be in the gifted program, she said, "Oh, no. Those kids are a mess. Not right. They don't know how to interact with people. They shouldn't be in those programs. They need to be out in the general population so they learn how to deal with people. Otherwise they don't know what to do." Um, kind of like you right now? What the fuck? Are you telling me my kid is socially retarded? Do you not hear yourself, you fucking twit? Yeah, so she's not invited to our Second Annual Holiday Boozefest.