silver fish infestations
http://www.bugspray.com/catalog/products/page224.html we have silver fish here. ugh. izzy likes to sit on the granny bathmat and hunt them. i saw a big one in my room the other day. i stepped on it with my bare foot and didn't even care. i had dreams about silver fish last night. i dreamt they were everywhere. distressing silverfish fact: they can live one year without food!
i work the social tonight. we're playing pictionary. i'm kinda stoked.
jordan woke me up at eight thirty today to ask me if i knew what time it was. he was worried that i slept in i guess. i got up and did some nothings. then i made us scrambled eggs. i instinctively knew he would like hot sauce on his. sure enough he did. "louisianna hot sauce." he said, "good choice." i was about to put some of my low fat pre-shredded mozza on it when i saw some clumps of mold throughout. easy does it laura, easy does it.
jordan magnanioumsly gave me the seasoning salt and keg style steak seasoning he bought for last night's steak feast. "these," he said pausing for effect, "are yours." what a guy. he saw a need and he fulfilled it. he actually was quite dismayed at my lack of seasoning salt on the premises. "we used to have it." i told him, "but not anymore."
i did some dishes. i've neglected the dishes all week. i've been tired. i'm ashamed to admit that i like to leave the dishes that i've washed out on the rack when i could put them away. it's because i like the world to see what i've done. i've done the dishes. there they are sparkly and clean (hopefully) and stacked in such an organized manner. wow, i want the world to say, good job laura. pretty sad, but at least i know it. at least i can admit that i leave my dishes piled in the rack as a monument to my deeds of industry.
then i organized our linnens slash cleaning supplies closet. i did it because it's been bugging me for a long time and i did it because i really wanted to go to the bathroom but jordan was having a shower. jordan put on a talk called Simple, Solid and True for me. it's a good talk. it talked about some things that i think about and wonder how they are to be done. like loving like jesus did. like answering evil in your life with love. in real situations. in theory people agree that we should love like Jesus. in practice when something happens, i never get the advice that sounds similar to what Jesus would do, how he would act. how to use the never failing charity.
then jordan left. i gave him amay's coat. i hope she gets it.
i sat down and read all of my blogs from last september. i felt like my blogs this year are lacking in comparison to last year. but i always think that. i opened a new post but made myself clean the bathroom and heat up some lunch first. i had the pasta sauce like stew. without the pasta. i liked the big hunks of mushroom and the still crunchy celery.
speaking of celery, last night jordan made a dill dip and cut up huge stacks of beefy celery sticks and cucumber sticks. i told jordan that the celery was beefy. he said "you mean they have a large girth?" exactly! girth was the exact complimentary word to beefy that i was thinking of.
i'm scared to apply for the master's program. procrastination is a method of dealing with the the anxiety you feel about completing a task. that's what i read last night in my real simple magazine. taxes and applications! why the horror? i don't know. i only know it exists. just thinking of applying fills my stomach with butterflies.
one of the first things jordan asked me yesterday was if we were going to watch er again. then he slept through most of it. when i pointed it out he was gruff about it. like wanting to deny the sunburn on his back. he said equivilents of "i'm just reddened by the sun" haha.
my hands smell like bleach and my fingers are prunish.
i work the social tonight. we're playing pictionary. i'm kinda stoked.
jordan woke me up at eight thirty today to ask me if i knew what time it was. he was worried that i slept in i guess. i got up and did some nothings. then i made us scrambled eggs. i instinctively knew he would like hot sauce on his. sure enough he did. "louisianna hot sauce." he said, "good choice." i was about to put some of my low fat pre-shredded mozza on it when i saw some clumps of mold throughout. easy does it laura, easy does it.
jordan magnanioumsly gave me the seasoning salt and keg style steak seasoning he bought for last night's steak feast. "these," he said pausing for effect, "are yours." what a guy. he saw a need and he fulfilled it. he actually was quite dismayed at my lack of seasoning salt on the premises. "we used to have it." i told him, "but not anymore."
i did some dishes. i've neglected the dishes all week. i've been tired. i'm ashamed to admit that i like to leave the dishes that i've washed out on the rack when i could put them away. it's because i like the world to see what i've done. i've done the dishes. there they are sparkly and clean (hopefully) and stacked in such an organized manner. wow, i want the world to say, good job laura. pretty sad, but at least i know it. at least i can admit that i leave my dishes piled in the rack as a monument to my deeds of industry.
then i organized our linnens slash cleaning supplies closet. i did it because it's been bugging me for a long time and i did it because i really wanted to go to the bathroom but jordan was having a shower. jordan put on a talk called Simple, Solid and True for me. it's a good talk. it talked about some things that i think about and wonder how they are to be done. like loving like jesus did. like answering evil in your life with love. in real situations. in theory people agree that we should love like Jesus. in practice when something happens, i never get the advice that sounds similar to what Jesus would do, how he would act. how to use the never failing charity.
then jordan left. i gave him amay's coat. i hope she gets it.
i sat down and read all of my blogs from last september. i felt like my blogs this year are lacking in comparison to last year. but i always think that. i opened a new post but made myself clean the bathroom and heat up some lunch first. i had the pasta sauce like stew. without the pasta. i liked the big hunks of mushroom and the still crunchy celery.
speaking of celery, last night jordan made a dill dip and cut up huge stacks of beefy celery sticks and cucumber sticks. i told jordan that the celery was beefy. he said "you mean they have a large girth?" exactly! girth was the exact complimentary word to beefy that i was thinking of.
i'm scared to apply for the master's program. procrastination is a method of dealing with the the anxiety you feel about completing a task. that's what i read last night in my real simple magazine. taxes and applications! why the horror? i don't know. i only know it exists. just thinking of applying fills my stomach with butterflies.
one of the first things jordan asked me yesterday was if we were going to watch er again. then he slept through most of it. when i pointed it out he was gruff about it. like wanting to deny the sunburn on his back. he said equivilents of "i'm just reddened by the sun" haha.
my hands smell like bleach and my fingers are prunish.
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