*yawn* and *streeetch*
there is no sin so sweet as sleeping in until an ungodly late hour, until your eyelids can no longer stay closed. my sleep patterns have been a little wonky as of late, and a six hour stint earlier in the evening had me awake at 3am, watching Miyazaki and sipping tea.
there is a calm peace in the dead of night... when no cars are driving past, and the light is as black as it can be. i've always gravitated towards this time, working late hours, staying awake for unreasonable stretches of time. but recently i've been burning the candle at both ends, as it were. luckily, my bestie took the reigns with the youngling this morning, and a much more well rested Anti-Stepford is cursing by all that is holy the ungodly mess of dishes i have to clean before game night.
oh motivation, don't fail me now! i'll need to clean like a dervish as it is to get the house in presentable order before my college friends arrive, beer and Trivial Pursuit in hand. add in a stolidly uncooperative three year old...
and the warmth of my covers seems like a mighty good idea right now.
*sigh*
more tea. and this:
---------------- Listening to: The Prodigy - Breathe via FoxyTunes
It may not be so obvious from my incessant ramblings, but I'm a rather fickle gal. A.D.D., O.C.D, D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F, whatever it is that drives my frantic interests, the results tend to be interesting. Of my frequent obsessions, there are few that are so fulfilling as painting and drawing. I tend to forget this from time to time, and when my wandering energy gets creative, its like a gift.
So happy day to me, I embarked on a painting adventure yesterday in the youngling's room. I've done this once before, in his infant nursery, with mixed results. (The monkey was ok, but damn that elephant had issues!) and I've been wanting to get down n' dirty with those white walls since we moved in.
I have big aspirations. Eventually, I'd like to incorporate a handful of scenes throughout the room - from trains and planes to outer space. But we know how good my follow through is - this could be a work in progress for some time...
But all in all, I'm pretty happy with my first go' round. Dishes be damned, I may just start the Dino's tonight.
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Listening to:
Muse - Assassinvia
FoxyTunes
almost a week since my last post! for shame! ::makes a mental note to flog herself later::
perhaps my renewed appreciation for running hot water has dulled my wit this past week? could very well be... and coupled with this nastily tenacious head cold, it creates an interestingly zombified anti-stepford - organizing cabinets and forgoing the dishes. thankyou NyQuil.
i've rather enjoyed the quiet of the past few days - no impending blizzards and quite a bit of frosty sunshine to warm my heart. so much sunshine that i was blithely tricked into thinking of warmer climes and times. which got me wondering what the average temperature was for the coming week. the coming weeks. shit the coming month. give me hope for the waning winter! just a little sustenance...
i realized there's not much that i wouldn't do to sustain me through this long cold winter. even if its clinging to invention and fleeting hope. or burying myself beneath my blankets, indulging in Dr. Who. every day is a map of little rituals and actions to soothe my soul and prepare for spring.
- wearing my slippers, even though my feet are toasty. they're warm and fuzzy and leopard print. that's all you need know.
- buying whole bean coffee for the satisfaction of grinding it m'self.
- having chocolate on hand. always. and ice cream.
- indulging my senses. like shaving my armpits. no, really. the geniuses at Gillette have aromatic razors. ladies, tell me this isn't brilliant? your nose is already right there... half awake in the shower and suddenly white tea and jasmine or what have you. fucking. brilliant.
- indulging my senses. yes, again. with smellums and potpurri and febreeze. sunshine in a jar. changes my whole mood. and i am quite moody.
- music music music. every day. verse and refrain saving my fragile mind. and sometimes providing the kick in the arse that i need. well, sometimes.
and a hundred other little things that comprise my defense. bring it mother nature. according to weather.com, i've got six more weeks to gnash my teeth, and plenty of comfy sweatpants to do battle.
what, what?
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Listening to: Pj Harvey & John Parish - A Woman A Man Walked By / The Crow Knows Where All The Little Children Go
via FoxyTunes
Delayed though it was, I couldn't suppress a skip in my step as I answered the door for the installation of my hot water heater.
In and of itself, finally having hot water is cause for rejoicing in casa de Anti-Stepford. But the blinding sun gleaming off of the mounds of snow brought a lightness of heart and renewed sense of industry. Laundry was washed and folded - organized even - and this afternoon finds me tasting the delicious homemade Potato Bacon Soup I was inspired to make. Not half bad for a Monday. Incredible for our domestically challenged heroine.
What is the deciding factor that spurs us toward action after inertia? Where do we store the strength and fortitude to soldier on in the bleak and lonely winters of our lives?
Not to wax too poetic, but I'm pondering these and other philosophical questions - like who stole the cookie in the cookie jar? And where did I put my only cigarette?
For now, I'll take the little victory, and wave my flag proudly.
And scour my smelly butt in a much deserved and decadent bath.
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Listening to: Muse - New Born
via FoxyTunes
Sunday and its still snowing. I've always hated Winter - sure its pretty the first time it snows, but beyond that, this frosted wasteland has lost its charm and glamour. I'll have Spring now, please. Thankyouverymuch.
Sunday, and our hot water heater has yet to arrive, and I've gotten fairly good at estimating how far one round of boiled water will go. (For the record, its 1/4 of a bath, or 1/2 sink of dishes)
Dear Sears, fuck you.
I'm not one to anger easily when it comes to retail. Having been a slave to the retail grind for quite some time, I try to extend a little patience and courtesy to the poor souls of my ilk. My gripe is simply that over the course of three days, I was promised three times that delivery would be either today or tomorrow. They failed to mention that the plumbing company was closed for the holiday weekend. Three times. Dude! Number one rule of customer service. Don't promise something you can't deliver.
It could be far worse, of course. And for that, I am grateful. But I'll be immensely relieved when the hot water returneth.
In the meantime, there is a pile of dishes to wash, decorations to put away, and other hideous domestic tasks that make me cringe. Ahhh, life.
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Listening to: Brand New - Jaws Theme Swimming
via FoxyTunes s
Ah, Two Thousand and Ten - here we are.
Been a busy week, my Blog-friends (and by busy, I mean more exciting than my normal addicted to the internets and gorging myself on ho-ho's week)
Currently, I think I smell funny.
No, really. Our hot water tank bit the big one on Wednesday, and we've been without since. Thank the retail gods (and my MIL) the new heater will be here tomorrow! But seriously, its one think to get a mild reek on over the course of a couple lazy days, entirely another to have to boil tons and tons of water for a shallow tepid bath. Ugh. I shall never take running hot water for granted again!
but otherwise, things are - well - things.
the day dawns, the chores loom, and time marches on. I spend far too much time on the internet, and indulging the youngling. I think I left the house... maybe? I actually had to check the computer calendar to orient myself. I mean, I know its New Years Day, but for some reason I was stuck on it being Tuesday. Boy was I wrong!
So Friday it is, and I had the wonderful fortune this week of having the company of the amazing Petra Gianopoulos-Wise, aka The Wise *Young* Mommy. Everything happens for a reason (or so I'm told), and rekindling friendships is no different. Every connection, every interaction hold a part of the larger puzzle as to who we are and where we fit into this crazy crazy world. If the people in my life are a kind of litmus test as to the person I am - well, shit. I'm doing very well indeed.
So Twenty-Ten - what new and exciting adventures do you hold in store? Challenges up the whazoo, I'm sure... (I wouldn't be me without them) but if I'm lucky, the grace and humility to conquer them, and to recognize every single day just how lucky I am.
Fuck your New Year's Resolutions, I'm aiming bigger...
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Listening to: Muse - Map of the Problematique
via FoxyTunes
