Cupcakes & Chaos

Ever since we bought our house in June, we’ve had nothing but vehicle problems. Both broke down the week that we signed the papers, then the week we were moving in I hit a deer. In August, we switched out one of the vehicles for another used vehicle. We had to replace the alternator pretty much immediately, then it lasted about another month before it sprouted a massive gas leak. The leak is going to cost more to fix than the vehicle is worth. So my lack of interaction on here in the last week is due to all that stress. (Although it seems that a lot of blogs have been a little quiet lately as well.)

Ultimately, we said fuck it all and traded in one car and signed a lease on a brand spanking new car. A lot of people think that leases are pointless since you’re throwing money at a car you don’t own. I used to think the same thing. However, for $70 more than what I was paying on TWO vehicles a month, we have a car we shouldn’t have to worry about for the next 3 years. The relief has been unbelievable. A massive weight off my shoulders.

Now it’s time to sit back and thoroughly enjoy the Halloween season. I’m hosting book club at my house for this month and have some pretty big plans. Next month, a little traveling around the state now that I have that ability again.

Donkey Punch

Oh Life! You saucy lil’ wench. Give us one giant step forward and five mediocre steps back. So goes this slutty little tango of ours. It’s fine really. I’m always triumphant. See you on the dance floor.

Hrrr-UMPH.

The situation with the house is up in the air at the moment. It didn’t appraise for what the owner wants to sell it for so now they want to think about it. I get that, I’m trying to be patient, BUT what can you really do about that? Put it back on the market and hope someone else will pay what you want or update things to increase the value? Thing is, the appraisal is government logged for the next 6 months so they’d be crazy not to take our updated offer. Unless someone has that kind of cash on hand, no one is going to pay over market value on it.

So I’ve hit my bullshit limit and I don’t really care one way or the other how it goes. Either we get it or we’re back to house hunting. I’m done stressing.

Back to books, treats and beer it is!

These guys don’t stress though. They gave up their usual game of chasing each other to nap touching and it was the cutest thing.

Missing in Action

Sorry for the radio silence guys! I left my laptop charger as my aunt’s house and can only use my husbands computer when he’s not on it. He is ALWAYS on it. Will hopefully be back in action this weekend.

Winter of Epic Rain and Ice

Well….poop shite. My winter of epic fantasy is turning out not so epic-y. Michigan is in total non-cooperation mode and determined to only dump rain and ice on us. Unless you live anywhere from northern-lower Michigan on up to the Upper Peninsula, then you’re probably telling me to stop my fucking whining, the alternative is that I could be buried in snow.

But I prefer that! I can handle ALL the snow. I’m just over the rain and bitter fucking cold. It’s making me a bitter fucking person, because all I want is some mood setting for reading. I literally save up my epic fantasy books for this time of year and without said snow, I’m not really motivated to read them. Sure, I finished the Mistborn trilogy. When we had some resemblance of snow. Now I’m in a constant fucking battle with myself trying to figure out what genre I feel like reading, all while trying to pressure myself to read epic fantasy. This shitty weather just makes me want to read Urban Fantasy for some reason and I’m about to give in.

I mean, I picked up The Shotgun Arcana, but I’m having trouble focusing on it. I blame the lack of snow.

So I guess I’ll go outside today, on a date lunch with the husband and flip both middle fingers to the sky because maybe telling Mother Nature to go fuck herself will get me what I want.

Return of the Snow King

This dog loves snow. In fact, he will try to stay out in it until his paws get too cold. At this point he lays down and forces Mom or Dad to come carry his big 75 pound butt back inside.

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Polly Pissy Pants Post

So that hideous rash? HIVES. Hives that I cannot figure out why the fuck they are plaguing me. To every single person who has had to experience this, I’m sorry. You do not deserve this type of warfare befall upon yourself for simply existing. Hopefully, you were able to discover the cause of your intense allergic reaction. I have not, and it is maddening. I am ready to flay myself. Where is Ramsey Bolton when you actually need a sadistic bastard to do your bidding?

Clearly, this has left me incredibly cranky and tired as shit. Having to fix not one but two vehicles didn’t help my mood either. Add to the fact, that I got nothing done that I had planned for the weekend. Polly Pissy Pants may be my new permanent title if these hives don’t fuck off.

My reading has been sporadic and delayed and quite frankly, all over the fucking place. I try to do myself the service of not reading more than two books at a time. But book ADD has kicked into full swing and I have four going at once. The fourth book is firmly blamed upon my younger cousin as I was hanging out with him today while the vehicle was being fixed and he insisted I read it. Damn book wyrm cousin! (I’m really enjoying it so far though so don’t read that as me actually being mad. It may be the one thing that did not make me cranky today.)

Still not entirely sure about this one. Characters are interesting but I’m little worn out on the werewolves = white trash trope. We’ll see how it ends before I give any official opinion on it.

I love George Carlin. I’m reading this on my lunches at work which is really the only way to read it. These are literally braindroppings. Anything he found mildly interesting and/or funny found their way here. 

I want to be more one-with-the-Earth and in doing so, wanted to research more into Druidism. Borrowing this from a friend as a starting point.

This is the book my little cousin thrust at me. It was on my to-read list anyway and I had time to kill so why not? I’m about 75 pages in and it’s definitely intriguing.

Polly Pissy Pants OUT!

Grumpy Gus

Yesterday was rough. It was one of those days where you’re just in a shit ass mood and nothing is really going to change that.

It didn’t help that we had to start the day with a work meeting to discuss our issues with the new kid at work. In reality, we should not have kept him past his 90 days but our boss likes to give people approximately one million chances. I can’t stand people who cannot take constructive criticism as the new person, twist incidents to make themselves look better and straight up deny the shit that they do. I’m positive that he’s sexist as well so you know just how high he ranks in my books. So of course, I had to shut that shit down and I left the kid dumbfounded. That felt good. But, it was first thing in the morning and I don’t like arguing as soon as I get up.

This coffee mug accurately represents me first thing in the morning:

The rest of the day was boring as fuck. We were dead at work and the new kid made it awkward all day. Boss sent me home early which should have lightened my mood but it didn’t. The rest of the day I was stressed about financial things and couldn’t let it go. My sister-in-law told me to go take a bubble bath, light some candles and read a book. I should have listened to her but books near water make me antsy and I couldn’t find my bubble bath. *Cue extra cranky*

Alas! Today is a new day and I will grump no more! Lots of cleaning to do as we’ll have the sister, brother-in-law and nephew over tomorrow. (Cleaning is not fun of course but needs to be done) There is baking in my future and that always pleases me now. It pleases me even more when people are excited to eat the things I bake. I told my sister-in-law that I would make her any bread she wanted (lemon blueberry) and I am excited to try a new recipe.

Today I will be as the praying mantis that was waiting for me on the hood of the vehicle the other day; patient and wise. Should that fail, the mantra will change to ‘fuck it and eat it.’ Look out husband.

 

 

 

Stay-cation Day Uno

Now, I’m not really going to blog about my stay-cation everyday. Nobody cares that much about the things I’m sitting around my house doing. However, today was not what I intended.

My intent for the week is to get my house in order. We plan on buying a house when our lease is up in a year. So I want to downsize and get everything that we don’t use on a regular basis, packed and ready to ship out at a moment’s notice.

Of course on day one, I wake up with a headache that refuses to vacate the premise. I won’t let that keep me down though, I’ll only be mildly productive and hopefully make up for it tomorrow.

So it’s laundry day and I walked my dogs this morning. That’s where things got a little weird and combative. As I rounded a corner walking my big boy Ozzy, an old woman and her Shih Tzu came out of their house and her dog instantly tries to fight mine. Ozzy doesn’t bat an eyelash because he knows he could eat it in one chomp. What surprises me is the conversation that follows:

Old woman: “I hope you have poop bags.”

Me: “Yeah I do.” (They were in my pocket.)

Old woman: “Because someone has been leaving big black turds in my yard.”

Me: “Well it wasn’t us.”

As if he timed it perfectly, Ozzy bends over and starts pooping right in front of her and I pull out my poop bags. She shut up right quick and walked away.

Now, some asshole lets their dog poop in my yard too and doesn’t pick it up but you don’t see me confronting random dog walkers on the street about it.

Dear Kindle U.S.,

Your daily deals suck. Once upon a time, when I first received my Kindle as a Christmas present from my husband, you had great books on the deals all the time. I could hardly keep up.

Now? I go months at a time without buying anything. Your daily deals almost always consist of romance or erotica or lame ass looking ‘thrillers’. While our Kindle UK buddies get sweet deals on great fantasy and sci-fi books all the time. At least once a week.

It’s probably the American demographic that is causing this, but seriously, throw the rest of us who don’t want to read about sex all the time a fucking bone please.

Sincerely,

Cupcakesandmachetes