I’m sitting outside on my balcony. Yes, in November. Remember when Taylor put up that awning for me and built me in a desk? As Fall approached, we also closed the space in. We used that window plastic stuff, a layer inside and out, so I can still completely see out and get any sunlight
Mountains…
…of laundry. That’s what I did today. Mountains of it. Some of it even still smelled like campfire. I was just a wee bit behind on household chores. *blink* The resulting clean house, however, makes it worth both the incessant loading, unloading, folding, hanging, loading, unloading, folding, hanging, etc, etc and the ballooned up lip
Morning Chatter (that makes little sense)
So y’all know I’m a housemouse, right? Being a housemouse, I have no real set bed time or wake up time. I get up every morning to wake up the Teen but he’s way old enough to shower on his own and get off to school without me having to stay awake —
AAA bitch
So I get to do a stint as a dispatcher this weekend. Uh. Yeah. Some of you may remember when Taylor and I did roadside assistance for a living. We’re still fairly close to the folks who own the company and they have a big family wedding this weekend so… Taylor’s going to run service
Totally Vanilla Love and Stuffs
So last year (there I go, doing it again. I start so many blog posts with “so…”. It’s like I was in the middle of a conversation with y’all, got distracted and came right back to it like I never stopped. Heh) Anyhow. Last year, Taylor saw some guy giving away a shed on Craigslist
“You can bury a lot of troubles digging in the dirt.”
So today I dug all the weeds out of my garden — which I didn’t plant anything in last year so it had a years worth of weeds in it — and threw down some mulch and planted some seeds in those nifty little dome things in the kitchen. Shortly I will have tomatoes and
Show ‘em
Grocery shopping stresses me out. Not the actual shopping bit. Picking out the food is sorta fun. But then? You have to unload the cart. Bag the food. Put the bags in your cart. Take the bags out of the cart and put them in the car. Take them out of the car. Trudge them
Check
Laundry done. Curtains washed and rehung. Bedding washed and bed remade. Bedroom dusted and vacuumed. Living room dusted and vacuumed. Dishes done. Kitchen wiped down. Dinner defrosting. Check. Check. Check. I’m fucking exhausted.
The Grumps
So I straightened and vacuumed the living room, wiped down the kitchen, got most of the laundry started… Taylor is at the garage working on the bike… I’m bored. There are a ton of things I could do but I just don’t feel like it. I hate days like this. I woke up before I wanted
Dim? Dense? Dumb?
Kaya wrote a post today that has me thinking. (She actually wrote a couple posts this week that have me thinking. Sitting down to write my thoughts just ain’t been happening – but the thoughts are there none-the-less.) She followed up on her blog post with a FetLife post, as well. Curious? I’ll go make
Fuck cool.
So I’m sitting here and Taylor left the t.v. on when he went in the basement. I never have the t.v. on during the day. It irritates me. But anyhow… The Daily Show with Jon Stewart comes on. I’m not really paying any attention to the t.v. cuz my desk doesn’t face it and it wasn’t
Fluff, fluff and more fluff
Taylor is thiiiiiiiiis close to having the bike put back together and running for the season and, guess what? They’re forcasting snow for Saturday and Tuesday. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot????? Wisconsin sometimes sucks ass. ——————————- I told Taylor to shut up this morning and had a damned fit over absolutely nothing. There are times I
Weepy ol’ sour puss
I have no idea what happened to me today. I had such a good day yesterday and today I woke up a wreck. Crying. I’ve cried over corned beef and cabbage, safewords, Taylor’s goatee… It’s nuts. I think it might be a hormonal thing. I’m sort of spotting (not that most of you care) and, since
Indecision
Taylor is off at the garage, working on his bike. The Teen is off playing. I have the house to myself. Do I clean? Or spend the day masturbating myself into a puddle? Ah. The joys of being a housemouse.
Random Stuff
1) I have over two hundred blogs in my feed reader. Closer to two fifty. I find myself skimming, wheeling my mouse over them too damned fast to really even judge if something is worth reading. I know I have to weed some of them out but, oh my gods, that’s a lot of work.
Ahhh. Sunday.
I love Sundays.Sundays are our “nothing” days. We lounge around in jammies and do as little as possible.Sunday’s in the winter are even better cuz it’s cozy and warm in the house and blustery outside and I feel, more so than any other time, the tight knit closeness of our family.Today the kids Taylor and
Um…
I’ve been quiet this past week or so, eh? The temps have dropped here and I guess I’m snuggling up into Autumn mode. I’ve read like 7 books already this month! I’ve also been settling in to a sort of different routine, getting used to Taylor’s third shift schedule. That means I’ve been getting more
Blather
So an update on the cleaning/good house mouse thing. Still haven’t gotten crap done around here. In fact, I’ve spent three days pretty much sitting in front of the computer, screwing around on FetLife or with my nose buried in a book. I just can’t bring myself to risk waking him. So… Fuck the neighbors.
Drivel
Since Taylor started this new job, stuff around here has been weird, weird, weird. Very “go with the flow” because we’re adjusting to him working nights and he hasn’t established any sort of routine yet. He sleeps when he can and is actually sleeping most of the day. I can’t complain because I know how




