Being a homeowner is awesome. But some days, you have to do less awesome things. Tonight, we have the exterminator coming to give us a quote on spraying for wasps.
While it’s money I really don’t want to spend, my husband is deathly allergic. One got into the house last night and was on the curtains a foot above his head. He almost died of panic attack AND bee sting.
Besides that though, I’m hoping to get a lot done around the house and TO the house this three day weekend coming. Along with a potential trip to the bookstore. *SQUEELS*
Damn the person that spread this sickness to me! Ain’t nobody got time for that.
I currently have the head cold of the century (or at least it feels that way) and it’s seriously cramping my style. I have had so much do this past week and the bare minimum has been done. I did happen to knock out some comics though thanks to having zero initiative to read anything that requires more focus.
Tomorrow we’re throwing a 30th birthday party for my husband’s best friend and there is still so much to do. I love hosting parties though since we bought our house. (It’s already been almost a year since we closed, crazy!) I’ve probably pinned half a million party ideas on Pinterest and look forward to implementing so many of them. But, the next 36 hours is going to require so much more energy than I have. Time to drown myself in caffeine and PCP. (I kid.)
Who are YOU to tell me how to have successful book club Cupcakes?
Listen bitch, my book club has had this shit on lock down for 5 years now. It may even be 6 years, I’m losing track. A long ass time nonetheless! We’ve seen other book clubs come and go but we remain strong. /flex
1. Probably the most important suggestion, form a club with people you know and LIKE. It’s not enough to join a club with other people based on the fact that you all enjoy books. Personality clashes happen. Our club met because we all volunteered at the same animal sanctuary together and one of the girls said, “Hey anyone interested in starting a book club?” To which we all replied, HELL YES.
2. Meet monthly. A lot people respond to this with bulging eyes. “EVERY month?!” they cry. I’ve talked to people who their clubs only meet every 6 months. First of all, I feel like the love of books isn’t really there if you can only get to one book in 6 months time and then people still miss the meeting.
3. Rotate who picks the books. Each month someone different hosts book club. Meaning that they select 4 books and email them out for voting. They then determine what day/time works best for everyone and choose somewhere to meet for dinner, drinks or a potluck at their house.
4. Relax and enjoy. If someone can’t make it, no biggie. If someone didn’t get a chance to read the book, no biggie. When you start making strict rules, people bail. No one likes being treated as a pariah just because something came up and they can’t contribute like they usually do.
Our book club is light and fun. We all love reading and encourage each other to go outside our comfort zones and try books in different genres on a variety of topics. We meet once monthly and essentially just have a night out with the girls in which we talk about the book for 5-15 minutes. (Length of discussion always depends on the book and how many people read it.) I think it’s that easy going nature that has kept us 5 years strong. There is no evidence of us slowing down anytime soon.
It’s 8:30 am and I’ve just finished boiling rice for a pup with an upset stomach. (Rice + pumpkin = upset tummy relief.) He’s still acting a little lethargic but otherwise, everything else is fine. If he doesn’t perk up today though, a vet visit is in his near future. (He was just there two weeks ago for a check up and diagnosis of a bump on his leg, hystiocytoma. A tumor that is benign and resolves itself in a couple of weeks time.)
Anywho, this post is mostly to complain about my self control that is slowly slipping away. For so long while we were saving for the house, I barely bought any books. Every extra cent was literally going into purchasing our new mini-kingdom. I don’t have to do that anymore. So the thing that’s eating away at me? The need to buy a boatload of books.
Now you might say, I don’t see the problem here Cupcakes! Friend, you would be right. Mostly. The problem is that I already have approximately 100 books waiting to be read around my house. I haven’t counted in a couple years so that is just an educated guess.
The second problem, that it conflicts with one of my New Year’s resolutions. To read as much from the library as possible before my access to the good library expires in December. Making next year’s resolution to knock a huge chunk out of my personal TBR piles at home.
Plus, I have a business trip out of state in June and a big family vacation in December that I should be saving for too.
See? So many complications.
I do have a $20 giftcard to Barnes and Noble from my birthday that I still need to use. I’m hoping it helps quench that thirst but the fact that someone showed me Bookoutlet.com is probably what’s causing the real problem. Do you know how many books you could get at the website for the $35 minimum for free shipping? A fucking lot!
Well I did not get to pop in like I intended to. When I wasn’t celebrating my birthday I was learning how to build out a room. Hang dry wall, tape and mud. The whole shebang. My bathroom now has a functioning vent and my walk-in closet is on it’s way to looking like an actual room. We will probably still be working on things for the next couple of weeks but my dad has left so it will be slower going while we work on it after work and on weekends.
Anywho, my birthday was fabulous. I got amazing presents from people who know me well and I’ll share them with you now. (Plus, Ignited Moth came over and spoiled me and then we ended up at the bar, with margaritas. Holy margaritas.)
Okay, I’m off to catch up on all the blogs that I can before work!
After work today is when people start arriving at my house, so I thought I would pop in real quick and share my birthday present haul thus far. I’ve gotten some pretty bad ass things already. Like a new laptop from my lovely husband! He also bought me the ebook featured in the image and the rest of the stuff is from my thoughtful coworkers.
“When in doubt, go to the library.” – Hermione Granger
That’s right. I don’t just get a day, I get a week. Seriously. My birthday is Wednesday. My husband gave me my big birthday present this past Friday because he couldn’t wait. Today I get presents from my coworkers. Tomorrow from my uncle. Saturday, Ignited Moth’s sweet little behind will be at my house to finish off the birthday festivities.
My other big present is that my dad and uncle are coming to town to finish the unfinished room next to the master bedroom into a large walk-in closet for us. So with housework, work and company, I may be scarce this next week. I’ll pop in when I can with short posts and try to play catch up on everyone else’s blog next week.
It’s been awhile since any of my adorable critters have been featured on the blog. Not for any lack of cuteness but because they’re mostly featured over on Instagram. (I fully admit that Instagram is a lot more fun that I thought it would be.)
I’ll do a mini-intro for each pet for anyone new to the blog.
Zelda, our second pet together. (The first being a rat named Wednesday.) We’ve had a love/hate relationship. She likes to do bad things. But since we’ve moved to the house, we’ve seen a whole new cat. We now have a nightly ritual that if I’m not in our bedroom at the correct time, I hear persistent mewing.
Ozzy, our first dog together. We’re dog people, thru and thru. We adopted Ozzy from a high-kill shelter in Flint. Michigan when he was 10 weeks old. He was malnourished, dehydrated, had roundworms and mange. He’s the first animal that I nursed back to health and 100% the reason I got into animal rescue. By my own estimation he’s lab/chow/pit bull mix. He’s a big, laid back baby who kicks all the ass at cuddling.
Samus. Oh, Samus. We were planning on getting a second dog a year later than we did. My grandpa was dying, I was depressed, my husband decided I needed someone to take care of who couldn’t take care of themself so I wouldn’t dive further into depression. His irresponsible coworker at the time had a new litter of puppies. Inbred puppies. Mom had had one litter of puppies by a neighbor’s dog, they kept a male puppy and when he was old enough, he knocked up his mom. She’s 3/4 mini-Aussie and 1/4 Rottweiler. To top it off, mom stopped nursing the puppies at about 5 weeks and the people couldn’t handle the puppies cries so they locked them in a bathroom. One which, they did not clean and eventually threatened to throw them all out in the snow if the people who wanted one didn’t come pick them up. That’s how we came to have a puppy at 6 weeks old who shouldn’t have been separated until 8 weeks. She’s an adorable pain in the ass. She’s high energy of course but also has anxiety and OCD, along with severe trust issues.
The cemetery disappeared in fog all day yesterday and I’ve been nursing a severe case of cabin fever the last couple of days. I had the day off Wednesday of work and I kind of just wondered around the shops in town. Most of the time I can handle being couped up in the house but after several months of it my brain just cannot handle much more. It happens every year. It’s just part of life living in Michigan I suppose. (Or anywhere with heavy winters.)
I’ve been slowly working my way through the first book in the Wheel of Time series, The Eye of the World. I’m enjoying it but my brain isn’t letting me read it for any extended period of time with it’s current state of cabin fever eating the fun out of everything. My husband even bought me this great new reading lamp for V-Day and I can only sit still for an hour.
Next week is something to look forward to. Not only is it meeting time for book club, I’ll also finally be seeing Ignited Moth and getting to exchange Christmas presents and celebrate her birthday. (She’s old.)