ARGH!!

Today is Friday right before a three day weekend and I should be totally elated; I'm not. I'm frickin' crabby pants. I'm not exactly sure where it all started but I think it was last night when I was trying to give myself a french manicure...

Let me set the stage by backing up a touch. I used to be a daily nail biter. Disgusting, I know. But that is just how it has been for almost 20+ years of my life. I'm not sure what age I was when I started but I can imagine I was pretty young). Two weeks ago I quit; I am just totally tired of stubby, jagged, crooked ugly nail beds and I hate wearing acrylics. I think they look trashy. Well not always and not on everybody but certainly on me since they have to make them super thick because I have no nail (I must be really crabby, I am irritated just telling this story). so anyways here I am with some nails that aren't too bad looking. I thought I would try my hand at prettying them up by doing the whole french manicure thing. I had all the right equipment, the white polish, the pink polish, and those little half moon sticky strips that are supposed to make it look all professional even though it was done by an amateur like me. So I did all the prep work that a manicure entails and I taped of the tips of my nails with those little strippy things and got down to painting. It was so easy...it seemed nearly impossible to screw it up. I painted all my tips and then set about letting them dry before I removed the strips as per the direction. Well, after like 15 minutes they still weren't totally dry. What the hell? It is not like I painted it super thick or anything. Then I noticed that the strips had started to curl up and not stay in place on my nail so when I removed the strips, the white polish had leaked down underneath it. And the white polish was nasty! It was like using white out to paint your nails. There was nothing smooth and creamy about it. It was tacky and gummy. I got out the polish remover, took everything off and started over taking great care to make sure the strips were really stuck in place preventing all leakage. I even let them dry for like 30 minutes this time. SAME DAMN THING! I was so fricking pissed off. That was a huge waste of my time. So yes, I think my pissy mood started here.

After the manicure fiasco, I decided I was throwing in the towel and going to bed. I turned on the TV (I have to sleep with it on when Casey is not home) and of course there was nothing on. TV is such a waste anyhow. There is hardly anything good on ever and yet I always have it on so I don't feel alone. I couldn't get comfortable so I tossed and turned, tried to read my book, tried to sleep, tried reading again, and so on and so forth. Nothing worked and I was up until midnight or so. Once I fell asleep, I couldn't seem to stay asleep. I kept waking up and repeating the tossing and turning. When I finally did role out of bed this morning, I discovered that I was out of coffee. That pretty much set me over the edge and I threw a full on temper tantrum with my cat as a witness. My morning continued with me not finding anything to wear that made me happy and so I had to settle. I couldn't manage to get out the house in time to stop and get some coffee so here I am, not caffeine, not enough sleep and pissed off at the world.

Over-Stimulation

Yesterday was one of the very rare occasions in our little PNW town that temperatures reach as high as 90. It was fantastic! Even though I sat at my little desk all day at work looking longingly out the window, I at least could enjoy that. After work I went to spinning class, which deserves a whole bog in itself, and did a little circuit training at the meat market we call our gym. After kicking my own ass for 90+ minutes I went over to my dear friend Margaux's house for some grillin and chillin. She is amazing! She makes the very best bacon wrapped scallops ever and she made them last night. She made so much food! We had shrimp and salmon, grilled sweet onions, guac dip, yummy Tillamook extra sharp white cheddar cheese to pair with our wine. Oh yeah, and then there was the wine! Margaux shared with us a bottle of Erath Dry Riesling she and her husband brought back from wine tasting, as well as a extra yummy Duck Pond Sangiovese.

Well from the combination of the post-work out elation I was still feeling, the full stomach from the delicious array of culinary fireworks, the ever so slight buzz from sipping on some amazing vinos, and the warm sticky air with the gentle cool breeze, I was over-stimulated. I went home and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Thanks Margaux!

So much Stuff!!!

For me, there is nothing like the coming of crisp fall air and stylish glossy fashion magazines to make me want to clean. You are thinking "WHAT? WHY?" and "what is the correlation there?" Well I will tell you. Fall is my favorite season ever, especially here in the PNW. I love the weather, crisp in the morning, warm during the day and crisp and clear at night and if it rains, who cares...I am tired of watering my flowers anyhow. It is just a nice excuse to make a yummy dinner in the crockpot and curl up with a good book so I can enjoy the smell of my impending feast. I love the fashion! I am not a big shorts and tank top kinda gal...they just aren't that glamorous. There is just something about sweaters and tights and pumps that just get my heart pumping. The fabrics and textures and delish as well as the color palette. It just makes me so damn happy.
Well, for to me enjoy any of this wonderment that is a Pacific Northwest Fall, I need things clean. A cluttery house is not a cozy house even with a crockpot full of goodness and a page turner of a novel. I want spic and span; I want to know what I have. Unlike most people who do spring cleaning...I do fall cleaning. I clean out all of my drawers, cabinets, and closets and throw out EVERYTHING I don't need.
Such was the task at hand yesterday. I started with the basics, dishes, vacuuming, laundry and what not but then I proceeded to go deeper. I have two hall closets that have tons of space. I get rushed and usually start cramming things into these closets just for the sake of keeping the area you see clean. So my "catch all" closet was the biggest chore of them all. It is my axillary pantry, liquor cabinet, gift closet, china cabinet, and space to store anything I bulk in bulk such as toothpaste and deodorant or what ever. There was so much stuff crammed in there I had no idea what I even had. I found that I do not need to buy deodorant for quite sometime as I seemed to have stocked up at some point.
I moved on into my master bath and OH MY FREAKING GOD!!! I had Victoria Secret body lotions from like, 1999 that I had maybe used once or twice, hair accessories fit for a junior high school cheerleader, and all kinds of other potions and lotions that I have bought because they promised miracles and didn't do squat. I threw it all away (with the exception of a couple of hair things that my cousin Kate might enjoy...I liked them to much to destine them to a life in a garbage heap).
The day continued on this way, me throwing out receipts, and papers, and pens with dried up ink and I was really overwhelmed my the amount of shit I had accumulated. Especially considering that I just went through this whole operation in the spring...

For Entertainment Only

I hopes to alleviate my dearest cousin from boredom in Chicagoland, I have created this blog. I am not however, to be taken too seriously as that could result in hurt feelings or negative opinions considering I often talk for the sake of talking or muse for the sake of musing. Randomness is the name of the game and there are times when I think I am being prolific and profound but really am just full of shit. I am okay with that.