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what i ate today:
1. peanut butter maple syrup oatmeal. i woke up 9ish and decided today was an oatmeal kind of day. my favourite thing about peanut butter maple syrup oatmeal is the pockets of liquid peanut butter my spoon digs up for me. is there anything quite like melted peanut butter?
2. an orange. i ate it around lunch time while standing in the kitchen and staring out into the back yard.
3. spicy california roll and beef teriyaki roll. it just dawned on me that i ate these around 4pm after coming home from my errands with a hunger in my belly that could not be denied
4. salt and vinegar popcorn. i ate it just now. it's the last of the popcorn. not in the world, i hope. but in this little prison that i call my home it is the last.
one time i grazed my bathroom cupboard/shelving unit with my shoulder and the whole thing collapsed on me, in turn 'grazing' my temple and my wrist. very tit for tat. so eye for an eye. mucho vindictivo. so i ignored it for a couple of weeks but for all my high horseness i was the one scrounging on the floor each morning for hair products and elastic bands or what have you. so today i burried the hatchet and put an end to our stand off. it's not as though the shelving was ever going to give in. so i was the better woman, the only woman, and made a trip to rona to get wall brackets and put the thing back up on the wall where i belongs. it wasn't easy and it wasn't pretty but it's on the wall and my things are inside it and that's all that matters. what also may matter is the tetanus that may develop from digging a rusty old nail into the cuticle of my right pointer finger.
in the spirit of bethany's confessions, moons have come and gone since the last time i vacuumed. shocking i know. it's not as though vacuuming is hard or takes very much time. i have three measly small rooms to vacuum. there's no excuse except to say that i've been in a rut of all ruts. i'm trying to claw myself out now, and that's all that matters.
i also went to fabricana and bought a seam wripper, jean needles and a patch. and what's more, i may or may not use them.
i've taken out the last of my moving recycling and i've done the distasteful job of putting the kittly litter garbage back in my garbage can that some bad cat/racoon got into last night. ugh.
1. peanut butter maple syrup oatmeal. i woke up 9ish and decided today was an oatmeal kind of day. my favourite thing about peanut butter maple syrup oatmeal is the pockets of liquid peanut butter my spoon digs up for me. is there anything quite like melted peanut butter?
2. an orange. i ate it around lunch time while standing in the kitchen and staring out into the back yard.
3. spicy california roll and beef teriyaki roll. it just dawned on me that i ate these around 4pm after coming home from my errands with a hunger in my belly that could not be denied
4. salt and vinegar popcorn. i ate it just now. it's the last of the popcorn. not in the world, i hope. but in this little prison that i call my home it is the last.
one time i grazed my bathroom cupboard/shelving unit with my shoulder and the whole thing collapsed on me, in turn 'grazing' my temple and my wrist. very tit for tat. so eye for an eye. mucho vindictivo. so i ignored it for a couple of weeks but for all my high horseness i was the one scrounging on the floor each morning for hair products and elastic bands or what have you. so today i burried the hatchet and put an end to our stand off. it's not as though the shelving was ever going to give in. so i was the better woman, the only woman, and made a trip to rona to get wall brackets and put the thing back up on the wall where i belongs. it wasn't easy and it wasn't pretty but it's on the wall and my things are inside it and that's all that matters. what also may matter is the tetanus that may develop from digging a rusty old nail into the cuticle of my right pointer finger.
in the spirit of bethany's confessions, moons have come and gone since the last time i vacuumed. shocking i know. it's not as though vacuuming is hard or takes very much time. i have three measly small rooms to vacuum. there's no excuse except to say that i've been in a rut of all ruts. i'm trying to claw myself out now, and that's all that matters.
i also went to fabricana and bought a seam wripper, jean needles and a patch. and what's more, i may or may not use them.
i've taken out the last of my moving recycling and i've done the distasteful job of putting the kittly litter garbage back in my garbage can that some bad cat/racoon got into last night. ugh.
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About my confessions, there's a major difference between you and me. You have a job. I, on the other hand, am home all day. That makes a big difference.