Day to Day

Seriously.

I’ve rented a lot of houses in my lifetime, in a lot of different places, and I’ve never really liked my landlord much less LOVED my landlord until we found ourselves with Jerry.

The dude is awesome. Period. The end. Just awesome.

He fixes things quickly. He never gripes or moans about thinks that are broken. He doesn’t get mad when we come home with prairie dogs or an extra puppy (or three.)

He spent most of his yesterday getting rid of all of the leaves in our yard, driveway and sidewalks — just in time for the first snowfall.

The dude is just plain awesome. He’s pretty much the only thing I’ll miss when we leave here in 2 1/2 years.

Well hell. Most of my big plans for my day without TW didn’t happen.

I decided it was dumb to make (non) poison caramel apple bites when I could buy six caramel apples for $1.79. So I bought them instead. Which was good since I didn’t seem able to get much of anything else done today, there’s have been no time to make them even if I’d wanted to.

Don’t get me wrong, I did a great many things — I grocery shopped (at 5 stores), I folded laundry (and put it away), I did dishes (several times), I cleaned up after puppies (more times than I can remember.) I watched six episodes of Dawson’s Creek and I did work on JMP’s stocking.

I’ve read about 3 pages of one graphic novel, gah. And the house looks like I never cleaned up after the puppies a single time. Buster… is very puppy-like and is into EVERYTHING ALL OF THE TIME. Gah.

I also tried to take a nap (twice) but the damn bed is freezing without TW and the puppies did nothing to keep me warm so my naps were pretty sleepless which means I’m exhausted and it’s only 8:43.

I’ve done quite a lot of work, which is good since my tomorrow will be nuts with driving of all of the people to all of the places but that’s ok, TW will be HOME tomorrow and she can take over puppy duty and I can relax with my graphic novels then.

TW is going out of town on Sunday and I’ve got big, big plans.

I’m going to read a whole bunch of graphic novels.

I’m going to watch a movie.

I’m going to make (non) poison caramel apple bites.

I’m going to work on JMP’s Christmas stocking.

Wish me luck — I’ll still have puppies and TW’s mom and Elly to manage (all by myself) and I’ll probably be out of sorts because TW is not here, which can lead to mindless internet surfing and doing not much of anything at all.

Disclaimer: Some of these I’ve done, some I have not. Some I might do in the future. Some I highly recommend, some I do not.

1) Write a list post in which you tell Mr Lady that she is full of shit.
2) Write a list post in which you explain that you weren’t really attempting to drive traffic in that first post — just trying to bug Mr Lady.
3) Write a list post in which you announce the location of BlogHer ’14.
4) Write a list post in which you explain all of the reasons why a Lesbian Cougar Pit could be dangerous. (And fun.)
5) Write a list post in which you share images of all of the things your puppies (or prairie dogs) have destroyed in your home. Add photos.

And, because I like lists. So there.

1) Mr Lady says one should not write numbered list blog posts.
2) Mr Lady is full of shit.
3) Lists are awesome.
4) My to do list, however, is so freaking long and complicated that it’s almost enough to make me not like lists anymore.
5) Nah. I really, really like lists.
6) I was thinking about all of the things that made today suck ass — that’s a really horrid list. You don’t want to see that.
7) Then I started thinking about all of the awesome things we’re gonna do when JMP and all the peoples are here. That’s a really cool list. So, here’s a sub-list! (Take that Mr Lady)
a) Kohl’s Childrens Museum
b) One of the zoos — probably Brookfield, since I’ve not been there
c) the Library! We never go to the children’s section and we’re so gonna do that.
d) the darn Sears or Target photo center (because my mother is annoying)
e) coloring and finger painting and tearing paper and gluing it to the things — maybe to boxes!
f) I’m gonna give him an m&m or six. hahah. his mother is gonna be maddddddddd.
8) Ok that’s enough of that. I don’t want to spoil any surprises or anything. You’ll have to wait for the instagrams.
9) But before JMP arrives, we really have to clean the house.
10) And the prairie dogs.
11) I also need to catch up on some reading because I won’t get to read while JMP is here. He’s too distracting.
12) Did you know writing blog posts with numbered lists is a good way to distract yourself from asshattery?
13) Also, it’s a good way to get that post in to keep your blog every day streak going when you’ve had a shit ass day and are tired and don’t really want to write anything (or don’t want to write anything you can actually write.)
14) So there, Mr Lady. So there.
15) Lists are awesome. Blog posts of numbered lists are awesome. I’m tempted to blog an entire month of numbered list posts and send them to Mr Lady all day long. She’d like that, wouldn’t she. Maybe for her birthday (that gives me many months to prepare great list topics… yea, I’m setting an Outlook reminder to do that. Hahaha. I can’t wait. You can join me, if you want… buzz me and I’ll add you to the list of people who are going to bug the hell out of her with numbered list blog posts for her birthday.)

A few weeks ago, I found myself on Groupon (don’t ask) and impulse purchased two tickets to Pix 5D. I have no idea why I bought this — it seemed like something odd, unusual, not what we’d normally do and we like to do unusual things.

So after a long couple of weeks, I told TW to be prepared to quit working at a decent hour and we were going out… I didn’t tell her where we were going, I just said out.

We went to Chick-fil-A and then headed back toward home — when I turned into the mall parking lot, TW looked at me like I was a little nuts. Particularly since she’d already asked if we were going to the Jockey Bra store so she could figure out which size she was (using the fit kit from BlogHer 13 was a little confusing — she seemed to need to separate sizes.) But no, I hadn’t thought of that and we didn’t have her coupon(s).

When we parked and started walking in – I told her we were going to do something really weird… but then I said what do NORMAL people do when they go on a date. She said “See a movie!” and I said “Yep – we’re going to see a movie, of sorts.”

She was pretty surprised when I pointed at the PIX 5D but was game for it. We got there pretty much right on time – just a ten minute wait. I was a little sad that the Toy Store movie they say is what’s playing wasn’t playing but the two we saw were totally fun. The getting sprayed by alien creature spit was kind of ewwww but in a fun kind of way.

Totally worth the $7 groupon. I’d even go again.

I thought I was going to write a grandmother-y blog post today but I haven’t had time. I knew I should have started it yesterday when I was thinking about it and I did have time.

Ah well, maybe tomorrow. Or this weekend.

In the meantime, you get my not so random string of somethings…

I should stick to my schedule of ONLY looking at Google Analytics first thing in the morning unless it is absolutely urgent that I look at some other time of the day. Time suck. Huge time suck.

TW does great things with tofu. It’s kind of weird, if you know TW and how she cooks — but lord, she really does good things with tofu. I could probably have tofu every day if TW would fix it every day.

I’m not getting enough JMP photos and videos. Good thing he’s going to be here soon.

Not soon enough though.

I have diapers. I have library books for him. I have toddler food (thank you BlogHer ’13 sponsors.)

Yea, he can come visit now.

Except the house is trashed. And Prince J’s room needs some serious “Denise attention” before Jenn and JMP can stay in there.

No idea of Michelle Belle is coming to visit or not. She’d better hurry up and decide or I won’t be able to afford the ticket.

Not that I can afford the ticket now because… her student loans, oy. What a mess that is.

And taxes. TW’s taxes. Holy hell.

That’s enough of that. If I think about money for too long I’ll wind up selling a kid on the corner for cash or something. (Kidding. DUH.)

Relationships are hard. Friendships are harder. Have you noticed that?

And August is the month of birthdays around here. What do you think TW and Jenn and Deanna and Chris want for their birthdays? What do I want for my birthday (besides someone to pay off my credit cards, TW’s pre-taxes, Michelle’s student loans, and a Starbucks gift card?)

I should go clean the kitchen — have I mentioned the Ninja Cooking System thingy is a joy to clean? It is. It really is.