That wasn't all.

I found eggs. And wine. And my paints. I haven't painted in quite a long time. I'm not very good, but it's so much fun. COLOR! It appears.

I miss my Woodsies.

That is all.

:-*

What's new with me? Not much. I smell like bleach on a Thursday instead of a Friday. But that's because I am going home early tomorrow. And that's not really newsworthy, is it? Not a catchy lead, as Elaine might say ( Read more... )

"Meet the Spartans was their most recent cinematic endeavor. It's 2.4/10 rating on IMDb would make you think 'wow this probably sucks.' You would be sorely mistaken. Merely saying the movie sucked would be a huge understatement, like saying the Holocaust was 'kind of shitty.' In fact, I'm pretty sure more people were laughing during the Holocaust ( Read more... )

My neighbors are setting off fireworks...makes we wish that I had a good ol' fashioned pack of bottle rockets. I have a bottle of chlorine cleaner...a bottle of laundry detergent...no bottles of rockets. I don't know if my mother is coming to visit for the 4th or not. I enjoy showing off our lovely apartment, but I don't know if I want to see her ( Read more... )

My Woods ring has been returned to my hand! I am complete.

Boys should not be sent to the grocery store unattended. Not even for a quick trip like bread. They come back with pickled okra ( Read more... )

The BMV makes me violently angry. Just thought I would throw that out there ( Read more... )

So I think my Grandee was a member of the Order of the Eastern Star...? I didn't know. I just found a bunch of pins with the same star symbol and had to do Internet research to figure out what they were from. Mom sure as shit doesn't know. Don't tell her. She thinks the mason's are Satan worshipers. But that's still pretty  cool, right? Maybe I can ( Read more... )

Epic fail. No recovery.