Note the moment in time I lose my mind

I had to leave work early today to be home while our windows were getting screens. I had to continue working (technically I still am, I just needed a "holy crap I've lost my mind" break). I'm carrying on a conversation with my boyfriend to make sure he knows what is going on, and at the same time trying to help the workers, all while trying to update a report database/edit stuff. Please do note the actual point in the conversation in which I lose my mind.

 silly:  nice!

cheaper that way I assume

hell, we could've done that in that case, but what do they charge?

 Sent at 3:02 PM on Wednesday

 me:  eh don't know. too lazy to worry about it to be honest. I have to edit this report. considering how long we have put off making screans I have no faith in us actually doing it

 silly:  yeah, that's fine. I want it done. especially that one.

had we known, we probably could've gotten that done a long time ago. actually putting the screen in is easy.

 me:  well, we need to rescreen the sliding screen door.

 silly:  yeah, just have to either get anti-pet screen or a metal thing first

otherwise she's just going to eat it again

 me:  we also need someone to fix the springs in the windows...did gordon ever call you back about that?

 silly:  nope.

I need to call him, just have to find time. ugh.

and need to figure out the fan control situation.

 me:  we also need the part for the door and the part for the floor

 silly:  yep.

 me:  i think there were more

 Sent at 3:06 PM on Wednesday

 silly:  think that's all that was left for him for now. we also have that fan we could try to put in the guest room, though there's a small chance I could do it without dying.

 Sent at 3:07 PM on Wednesday

 me:  I was rhyming. I'm not listening unless it rhymes with "floor, door, and more," you whore

At this point my boyfriend catches on and plays along...

 

 silly:  you are very mean and your games are a bore .

 Sent at 3:11 PM on Wednesday

 me:  only because when losing you're sore

 Sent at 3:17 PM on Wednesday

 silly:  as can be attested to by many volumes of lore.

 Sent at 3:25 PM on Wednesday

 me:  do these volumes account for the fact that when you sorely lose you roar?

 Sent at 3:27 PM on Wednesday

 silly:  I think you are confusing that for when I sleep - I snore.

 Sent at 3:29 PM on Wednesday

 me:  are you sure that's not the sound of wild boar?

 Sent at 3:36 PM on Wednesday

 

Then he just stops...

In case of zombies, wear good shoes

I bought a pare of Merrell Barefoot casual shoes from REI not too long ago. I don't often feel the need to justify an expensive shoes purchase because, well, I'm a woman and shoes are just a necessary item.

Anyway, I wear these shoes almost every day. Not only are the cute; They are functional. In case of zombocolypse, you can rest assure that I will have good footwear.

I mean, the zombocolypse is not likely to happen at a convenient time. It will probably happen while I am at work. Or shopping. Definitely not while I am in the comfort of my own home.

Therefore, it is of the utmost importance that I be wearing good shoes at the time. Shoes that are cute, comfortable, and will withstand the test of time: ZOMBOCOLYPSE TIME.

Funny, the one time my boyfriend didn't need me to justify a shoe purchase. Ah well.

Ideas from a Salon

I went to get my hair done with my boyfriend's mom on Sunday. We had a lovely time. As per usual the conversations tend to center around food and cocktails, as the three of us love cooking and drinking. We were talking about the stuffed chicken breasts I had cooked for dinner that week, which turned to me saying "I really need to get a mallet so I can pound the chicken out and roll it." Saul, our phenomenal hair guy, busts up laughing. "You should really get a mallet and just giggle every time you pound the chicken...it will freak Richard out."

I am so doing this.

the Dragon is laid to rest

My dog, Sierra, has this pink dragon. This has been her toy for most of her 8-month puppy life. This dragon inspired stories of the Sierra Monster, burninating the countryside and terrorizing peasants. She loved it so. Of all of her toys, this one lasted.

Sierra was always so tender with the pink dragon. She carried it gently in her mouth instead of ripping and chewing as she did with some of her other stuffed toys. When she decided that it was not proper to have spines, she helpfully removed them from the dragon. Such a loving puppy.

That dragon must have done something to displease the Sierra Monster. Her once gentle and tender care toward the stuffed toy turned first to rambunctious play, then to vigorous chewing, and finally, the ferocious hunt. First shaking the toy from side to side then eviscerating it. She sliced open the back and ripped out the stuffing.

All that is left is a pink dragon skin, which she now so tenderly cares for.

Dead Island - best game to play with my boyfriend EVAR

So, I have this inexplicable obsession with zombies. Pretty much the entirety of my adult life I have loved zombie movies. If you count adult life from like, 19 or 20. I think it started with my never ending quest for a truly horrifying horror movie - thing is, no horror movies are actually THAT scary, so I will always be able to continue said quest (although some of the Japanese ones are pretty good). At some point I stumbled upon some of Romero's stuff and it was ON. Actually, I think I can trace the exact time. I was 20 years old and Romero's remake of his own Dawn of the Dead was out. At that point I had already gotten into the resident evils, but it was really Romero.

Anywho, that isn't the point. The point is, by awesomesauce boyfriend is well aware of my zombie addiction. Even before we were really seriously dating. Shortly after we became roomies, he got me a dismember me zombie as a stocking stuffer for Christmas.

Anyway, off topic. So, my dude found this game called "Dead Island" on steam. We finally started playing. It is just...awesome. You can totally exterminate zombie scourge by kicking them. <3 It is coop and RPGish in that you have skill trees you can build. Also, you have to use your resources wisely. I'm serious. You have to repair weapons. You also scavenge. The setting is a tropical island resort. It is open world.

You basically choose one of four characters. They each have a back story. My guy and I are playing both the female characters. BA chicks, lemme tellya. Anyway, you go around the island trying to help save a group of survivors. You have side quests, for example, finding missing people and directing them back to their loved ones who survived, or, bringing medical supplies to help the wounded, or, finding insulin for the diabetic. I'm such a hero, yo.

It is just... play it.

history

i had that once. Years of memories and responsibility. Now...yea well. yea.

Why my job shouldn't have book fairs

I'm hopeless addicted to buying books and and sorts of garbage that comes along with a book fair. I'm not usually allowed in bookstores even. I acquire more books than I can possible read. The kindle has proven to be a big problem for me, actually.

Anyway. So, the book fair. It happens every year. I never remember until I am walking into work and I see the sign. "Book Fair at the Cottage Cafe. Cash. Check. Charge! Books are fun!"

I try to ignore it. In the back of my little mind something nags me throughout the morning. Like a whisper. "Book fair." As the day goes on, the feeling grows. "Boooooks are FUN." I look at my computer for the time. If I can just make it until two, the fair will be closed. 12:00 rolls around. I'm eating lunch. My mind starts wandering as I have no documents to focus on. "Books? Books! Boooooooks!" I finish my lunch and stare at my computer for a second. Then, Bam! My little brain completely goes bizonkers. "Books. Books. Books. BoooOOOOOooooOOOOOooooOOOOOks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  I jump up, grab my purse and dash downstairs.

I step into the room and, while quieted down a bit, the back of my brain is quietly chanting, "books. books. books. get some books. books books books. get some books." A whirlwind 20 minutes or so later, and I've laden myself with more items than I really have money for and definitely more than I have time for.

Crap. Oh well.

Also, apparently I should not have access to my blog while at work. I'm on a break...