Jan 29 2011 Men+Dishes=no doing

How do you get a lazy boyfriend/husband/lover/housemate (that you live with) to do dishes? This is three days' worth of dishes that I have so far refused to do but will do this morning before I go to work--I have to leave at 12:00 for a 1-9:30 shift.



I have done them the last two times that they needed to be done, because I hate having dishes in the sink.
I am an egalitarian in that I DO NOT believe I should go to work, school, and do all the shopping, and make the food, and also clean up the whole house every day.
This is mostly because he does not do the majority of that. I do already, but I can't stand mess in the public side of my life. (My room on the other hand: I don't care if I have to step over stuff to get to bed. That's all I do in there anyway).
So how do I get him to clean the freakin' dishes in between video games and television? We don't even have cable!
So, how do you get them to clean? Anything? Without getting angry and stomping around? (Yeah, I'm trying out this new thing: Don't get angry at everything and maybe I won't die of being a stress-y A-line personality).

january 26/11

I have an idea. Instead of having an "r" in February, we should remove it altogether so that when people say "Febuary", it's still correct. If there's one thing that irks me, it's people saying "Febuary" and "Libary".
Say it with me: "Feb-ROO-ary" and "Li-bRary".
There are other words that are commonly mispronounced, and while I admit to doing some of the mispronouncing on occasion, I also cannot stand how often people say "Febuary". Case in point: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvKE5xAZttc
That's not including the fact that she's saying "my arms get cold... in Febuary air."
Really?
Really?
I suppose that the only time that I'd expect otherwise was if she lived in Cuba, or Florida or some other warm, humid place. Then I'd worry if her arms were cold in Febuary.

On a lighter note, I made muffins and this is what they looked like:





I was all like, wow. Weird. They have funny tops. What did I do wrong this time?? But they taste like muffins. To be fair, the recipe said "Pour the mixture to fill 3/4 of the way up in the greased muffin tin".
There was absolutely no pouring in the mixture, as I was too busy trying to get the clumps thick glue-like mix off of the spoon. I followed the recipe though. Weird. They taste good anyway. Like chocolate chip muffins should.
And also: Smoothies :D


Also Also: Does anyone know why blogger suddenly started converting my pictures on the writing post page into code instead of the actual picture? It's quite a pain in the butt to move it around.

January 20 2011

I slept in today. I'm kind of embarrassed, because I missed an appointment with my senior tutor (See: a sort-of guidance counselor... kind of.)
And yet, at the same time, I also feel good. I got enough sleep. I feel okay. Not too well until I made myself a smoothie


in my magic bullet


(which, I have to say, is probably the Christmas present of the century-- that and my Whirly Pop are my most used presents... maybe the socks, too.) I suppose I use my camera a huge amount, too.
Anyway, I have to do some cleaning today; I also have hockey planned this evening so I have to find my snow pants (and some knee pads, my knee is still bruised from the LAST time I went out skating...)
And seriously, sleep in once in a while. It's good for the soul. And also the bad girl or guy that we all have in us.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go read the paper for the class that I also missed this morning.

Jan 16, 2011

Well, some of the cleaning was done that I had planned to do; I DID clean the kitchen, but not the table (no pictures of a clean kitchen as I went skating right after and the kitchen's a mess again--It's not my turn to clean it though, the bf gets to do that which is why it isn't done);
I did clean the front room and desk area's floor, but not my desk;



I did clean the bathroom. I did buy a sewing kit box for 5.99 (less 30%+taxes) from my work. I did not organize it yet. It's just existing right now.



That's okay though. I'm working on it. And I'll do more tonight. Unfortunately, the weekends are my working times when I find it the most difficult to get anything done. Anyway, off to work soon, so I'd better put the recipe books that I picked up yesterday away before this place gets to be a mess again.

Well, I've decided to do this. It's taken me a long time to admit it. I am a mess. My house is a mess. My places that should be organized are a mess. My organizers themselves are messes. I can't stand the mess!

And now that the essays that I've been slaving on are done (cough, avoiding like the plague, cough) I can get down to organizing like I was supposed to do twelve days ago.

My goal is to get it all done by my birthday so that I can have friends over without feeling like I do nothing all day. (Other than sit around, anyway)

Not even joking:

No. I don't have children. Just a boyfriend.

I won't even show you my bedroom. Not that you can see the bed. Too many clothes to be able to see that. On the floor. Folded on the chair. On the dressers. On. Not in.

My bathroom's doing okay too, but only because I'm obnoxious about it.

So, now that I've gotten it out there, that I'm messy and disorganized, and that I've finished the essays I had to do, so I have no reason not to get this stuff done now, maybe I'll do something about it.

Ha! I've witted my own excuse maker out.

I know, I know

I get it, Not off to a good start to a new year. I haven't posted in a long time.

I've been trying to catch up with everyone I ignored over the holidays. As a result, that has been me. Except for when I'm trying to catch up in school. Yeah. 'Cause holidays are when I am busiest, all the professors think it's a good time to catch up. Psyche. It's not. It's full of work, and picked up shifts, family, friends, other social stupid stuff...and an attempt (and huge failure) to get the house cleaned.Yep.

I have caught up with most of my friends. But for one... soon I should see him.

We're going bowling! Hopefully...

Not happening.

January 4th 2011

Yep. I still haven't organized my craft room. But I DID get these super cute hot mitt and hot pot holder from work yesterday!! 1.50, brand new, packaging still on them. Super cute, right?

The back of the hotpot holder says baaa... :D

That's really all I have to say, other than don't eat two large blueberry/strawberry smoothies within an hour. Yuck.

January 2, 2010

Sooo... Five of my friends that I went to high school with are now engaged.

<--One of my newer friends, the one I'm close to up where I live, is also engaged and I'm helping her out with the wedding as much as I can.

Two are pregnant.

Luckies.

I was reading a blog (randomly, I don't really try to actually realize which one I'm on. It doesn't make sense that way) and it had advertisements for these really cute kids with some pretty bad disorders. Clubfoot. Muscular dystrophy. HIV. You know, the bad kind.

I feel sad that they're adoptables. It's not fair that they are given up for adoption. I understand that they're probably better loved and helped now, but still... I wish I could do something. I don't have money to donate or time to give, and I certainly a)do not have the money to adopt one/time/patience/living arrangement/experience or b) a career to even fill out the forms that would come when I tried.

I always wanted to adopt a kid. For a long time as a young girl and into teenagehood, I wanted to foster; then I read that kids get bounced around a lot. When I got to my older teen years, I decided that when I was ready and willing, I would adopt a child--not a baby, a child. Some seven year old or maybe even older--eleven, fourteen, girl, boy. It didn't matter. It didn't seem fair that I got to work my butt off through high school to save money for gas when some teenagers were working on not getting killed, addicted to drugs, sucked into running away, etc... in group homes.

I just didn't think that was fair. I still don't.

I wish I could do something now.

You know, I always thought that I'd be able to do more as an adult. I wonder if that's not true. I can drink, sure; drive when I pay for insurance. But there's so much more that I wanted that I just can't seem to grasp. I wanted money, I wanted comfort; I wanted security and pleasant luncheons and afternoon teas with friends and sophistication.

I don't think I'm a sophisticated person. Maybe that's my issue. I expected Martha Stewart, tried to live up to it, and got... a futon mattress and a borrowed computer(from several people, different pieces, even). Oh well. I guess I'm going to be me for a long time. I'm an Aquarius and apparently I'm known for being all over the place and not committed to one idea... Maybe that's my issue here.

Ah, well. Live in the moment, I suppose. And I am who I am.

These guys are Becka and Pat. Ha!

Jan. 1, 2011

Happy New Year, people.

I won't make a true resolution list. I never do. I don't keep to them. Beyond that, as a student, my new year is always in September. That's when I usually vow to do homework and start anew, you know? Be healthy, stop procrastinating, work hard...

Not now. I'll just keep doing what I'm doing now.

Counselling, school, working, socializing... I've been working on them all since September. I always make new goals for myself, anyway; once a year doesn't work with me.

Well, that's slightly nicer to type: 2011. 2011. 2011.

I was planning on doing some organizing, all day today. I have the Saturday off, there aren't many places open. I was thinking about maybe taking my camera out to mess around on some of our trails, see if I can't get some shots of some wildlife.

Then this:

Euw. What a gross day. I don't really want to do anything. I'm tired. I'm sluggish. I didn't take my vitamin D yet, so that's probably not helping. I just really don't feel like moving. But I have to...

So, now, I'm going to go make me a smoothie (Wooh, Magic Bullet), organize some crafting supplies, and hopefully wash some windows, as mine seem to be pretty dirty, hahaha.