Rye and Rootbeer (an excellent combination)
Yes, I'm slightly intoxicated as I write this. But alas, being intoxicated has given me the desire to not care that I am intoxicated. After reading through my divorce papers, I decided it was time for a little rye and rootbeer. (An excellent combination by the way). And yeah. I don't have much more to say about that.
My mother called trying to get me out for coffee, since she kinda figured I was needing company. But I was unable to say that honestly mother, I am drunk. And cannot go for coffee with you because I cannot even say drunk in your presence. She is just too damn pure and innocent. I cannot break to her that her wonderful firstborn, for whom she had such excellent prospects and dreams, has decided that being drunk eases the world into a much better light. Shit I am drunk. I appoligize to all family members who will most likely read this. Don't worry about me. I will be fine. I'm in the safety of my frozen home and will stay here.
Well, now that we got that out, I believe it is time for a quote. I love quotes if you hadn't noticed :)
There was an old hen
And she had a wooden leg,
And every damned morning
She laid another egg;
She was the best damned chicken
On the whole damned farm-
And another little drink
Wouldn't do us any harm.
---American Folksong
People
People facinate me. And completely confuse me. I love to try and guess what's going on in others heads, yet I probably wouldn't want to know - or at least many of them wouldn't want me to.
I know I wouldn't others to know what I'm thinking most of the time.
That's the thing about thoughts, they are your own. Yours to share or hoard. And guessing rarely works. Or maybe I'm just not so good at it.
Thoughts. So very private. No wonder people are alarmed at the thought of 'mind-readers'. Quite a scary idea.
Anyways, this is sounding rather like a lame attempt at being enlightened. So I will cease and desist immediately.
Luv those pictures
Yes, so now that I've discovered the art of placing pictures on my blog, it's all I really feel like posting. So here ya are! Me and my mommy.
Brrrrrr
Two new realizations today:
1) Basement suites are cold.
2) I like warm.
For the past few months I have been telling myself, O its not so bad. Just put on slippers and a housecoat. Go take a warm bath. Cook something in your stove. But after retreating to bed for a nap under the warm covers - again - I have decided to stop living in denial. I am cold and I don't like it. Too bad really. Its basically the only downside of my place. But it is a hard one to live with. Especially since things don't get better in summer. I wear slippers and a housecoat all year! I have blankest strewn everywhere for a reason! Just too cold, and too hard to warm up without living in bed/tub.
Christmas loonies
Aren't they adorable! You are looking at my grandpa and sister of whom have excellent christmas spirit. My grandpa is notorious for putting christmas bows on his head. We've come to just pass them to him nonchalantly as we open gifts. Mostly I like this picture because its a small example of the strangeness I adore in my family unit. We're a bunch of loonies. Its true.
Too Early and Too Cold
Morning bloggers. I know its quite early. But alas, my poor truck has decided it will not start this morning. It is much too cold. I don't blame it. I wouldn't want to go anywhere either if I didn't have to work. Either the cord to its block heater did not connect to the extention cord, or its just too bloody cold and the truck won't start anyway. Who knows. I plugged it in again and am going to wait a while and see if that helps. I'm tempted to go back to bed while I wait. But that will just make me more tired when I wake up.
Maybe I will dream of here
Happy New Year!
I resolve to make no resolutions this year.
That is all.
