robiewankenobie

okay, so i've held off the cussing here. 'cause i didn't want to fucking offend anyone. especially the suhweet blackbird. and then there is that whole "you're a smart girl. surely you can think of a better way to say that" lecture from my ma. but today? i'm going to let my freak flag fly. so if you find it offensive? lemmie know and i'll tone down.
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i bought the sexiest machine alive! i've coveted it for years. my bonus and a sale collided and whammo! i now possess it. see! stalking can pay off.










oh, and i did my highly anal grocery shopping yesterday yesterday. i am trying to relieve food boredom by using actual recipes. so, i list the recipe, book, and page numbers for each item. then under each heading i list the ingredients that we need to buy. i put that list on the fridge. then i go through the list and arrange everything by store location. veggies, canned/dry goods, dairy, and herbs/spices. (h-dawg went with me and checked things off, and helped me unload the cart. it was member day, so we saved 10%. woot!)

at any rate, we lug all the stuff home, and then we have some flexibility over dinners. i can pick any of the recipes on a whim, and i know that i've got everything. then if i like something a whole lot, i clip it out and hang it on a hook. eventually, i'll have a master cookbook. i might go so far as to have a rotating weekly schedule with shopping lists, but i'm not there yet.

oh, and i forgot about the best purchase evah. laws, this amuses me.










the sunshine is streaming in through the windows now. it is some damn beautiful sunshine. there should be some fucking birds singing. where are the fucking birds? i must find them and beat them into singing. fucking birds.

okay, so despite the fact that i shared a twin bed with both kids last night, i'm still loving them. h-dwag and c-man are running 'round nekkid. h-man is singing a song that he's making up at the top of his lungs. weirdo. he also came by this morning as i was sitting on the couch reading and said, "mommy. come upstairs. the teletubbies are on. don't you want to watch the teletubbies with us?" so, often i take them up on their offers, but i just couldn't. really. i blame the damn beautiful sunshine. it was anti teletubbies sunshine, damn it.

it's about time to get dressed and head out. i have no idea where we're going to go. it must include salt. we ran out of salt. who does that? to be fair to myself, it's not like I MYSELF dumped an entire container of salt on the kitchen table. but still. who runs out of salt?

we'll probably go swimming if i can cram myself into some sort of bathing attire. finally go to the skateboard shop to trick out ellie's wheels. and something else. oh. i need to buy supplies to make leon's lunch. you can buy a man some lunch supplies, apparently, but you can't get him to actually make it. so after years of stubborn "i shouldn't have to make your lunch, whattami june cleaver?" i'm going to break down and make it for him.

and then i'm going to go play with my thing of beauty/teeny bonus present. that was on sale! i'm still giddy about that. it was a big 'ole sale price. and when i started stalking the thing? it was...oh shit. leon just broke something downstairs. i'm skeered.