Nov 13, 2013
Skeins of yarn with KNOTS! Ack!
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Skeins of yarn with KNOTS! Ack!
They add an interesting texture to your projects!
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Big noses. Yay?
nicolesprivates said: I always use cold eggs for bananananana bread.
ALRIGHT! Let's do this thing then!
BTW, I can't bring myself to even think of putting goat's milk in my coffee. When I was little my brother's had to drink it and we got it from a local goatherd and the milk stunk so bad I can't even think of goat cheese or milk as anything other than *barf*
Truths
I never see my favorite bligs on my dash, so then I have to hit them and heart everything and look like a stalker. I'm really not. Probably. When I hit a certain blog I don't see any posts! But if I hit their archive I can see thumb nails of all of them, so I'm thinking either I'm blindly wandering or their theme isn't compatable with my Nook, but I miss seeing them. I am super jealous of all of the mountains and clouds in the background of all of someone else's pictures. I love mountains, and clouds. Although I don'tmind that there'snot a seasonal threat of my house burning down. Tony has hadone cigarette in the last 28 hours. He's threatening to go to bed for the night, because he doesn't have cravings when he's asleep.
nicolesprivates replied to your post: I keep feeling like I have microscopic bugs crawling on my arms.
When my (ex)MIL came to live with us she brought scabies with her from the nursing home. It sucked but wasn’t the end of the world. It’s more like *in* the arms instead of on. Not like that makes it any better…
OH MY GOD SHUT UP NICOLE WHO ASKED YOU OMG I PROBABLY HAVE SCABIES BUT NO ONE NEW HAS COME TO LIVE WITH US AND I PROBABLY SHOULD JUST TAKE MY PILLS
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I know you’ll be stopping by shortly to check and see if there’s anything here for you. You’re tumblr famous, that’s what you do with life, see and feed on what tumblr has to say to and about you. Which is cool and all until you don’t like what is being said… Nicole, eat a dick. You don’t like that I reblogged your phone number in attempt to get pictures of myself pulled from your blog? Too bad, I could go screen capture the entire email chain again but fuck it, we both know what was actually said and how i had asked politely, how you told me to piss off and my stating that I would post your number to get them down, in them versus what you went and did with them. You stood there and called my bluff then didn’t like the outcome. You don’t like that I reblog your address to a post? Self preservation, bitch. You once told your entire following I was trying to murder you, you fabricated that story, essentially black listing from tumblr forever. Boo hoo, Nicloe, boo fucking hoo.
So many good things and it's not even three
So yesterday was my last day of the quarter, and dear lord it could not have come soon enough. I have a two fingered salute for that whole three months of my life.
Slept in this morning because I got home last night after finishing my class and presentation and promptly drank the two large beers I picked up at the grocery store in between the two. It was fantastic. They were fantastic. And then you saw a part of the conversation I had with one of the gals in the education program where she gave me one of the sweetest compliments ever.
So I woke up and my boss had texted me asking if I needed more hours now that my quarter was over. Why yes I do, thanks for being so on top of your shit!
Texted my buddy to see if he had the day off so we could go do hoodrat things, but he was working, so I texted my mom. She wants to buy me Birkenstock shoes for christmas, and we've been meaning to go look at them together as a mother/son bonding time. I told her I'd go pick out the ones I wanted and we could meet for lunch after.
Totally anxiety and worry free, I drove up north to the only fucking mall in the area who has a Birkenstock store. Picked out the ones I wanted, paid for my own christmas present, and told them to call my mom when they came in so she could wrap them.
Got back to my house and cleaned out my car. (By cleaning out my car I mean throwing away the six coffee cups that have been there for a week). Walked from the dumpster to the front door and ran into the mailman. The conversation went a little like this:
"Are you in number 3?"
"Yes."
"I have some packages for you."
"Where would you like to put them? In my ass?"
*Cue porno music*
So everything except the last two lines happened, and I got some packages.
First package, the $20 vintage Birkenstock hippie sandals that I found on Etsy. I know, I'll have three pairs of Birkenstocks by the end of the year, but its all good; they're all different styles. (Kris is imagining me, naked except for wool socks and Birkenstocks, ankles above my head, and is creaming herself).
Second package, and more exciting was from my dear friend Nicki. (But I'm the only one allowed to call her that). Thank you for the red and white bottle caps, my dear; now that I'm not drinking as much it's going to be hard to collect them for my art project.
AND THEN I had lunch with my amazing mother at my favorite pizza place that she'd never been to and we talked about everything from teaching to low sperm count to what she wants to do instead of teaching next year to my sisters and my dad and everything in between.
Damn, it's been a good day. It is so nice to be done with the quarter.