Hey guys. Life has been a bit extra lately, so I’m popping in to let you know that I’ll be in a bit of a mini-hiatus for the next week.
I had a fantastic girls weekend with Ignited Moth while Mr. C&M was out of town, but now my little cousin heads in for open heart surgery for the third time in his life. (Heart defect) So you can definitely say that I’ve been a bit distracted.
I DNF a book but I don’t even have the attention to sit down and review it. I also began rereading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. But other than that, I think I’m a book slump as well.
I will still get on here and there to keep up with your lovely blogs but there will be less posts from me for a minute.
A goodreads friend that I hardly know asked me to read their book. I agreed because I actually thought it was a non-fiction adult book but turns out it’s a children’s book. I use that description loosely. I read it yesterday and it’s the most awful thing. Part of me wonders if I’m being trolled and the other wonders if this person legitimately thinks they did a good job.
My question to you is; Should I review honestly or one-star it and walk away?
We did it. We got our pre-approval from the bank to buy a house. That pre-approval is like chum in the water with realtors. It’s also incredibly nerve wracking.
We haven’t even made an offer on anything yet, just in the looking phase, but every house we really like gets an offer on it the day before we’re supposed to go see it. That’s the most frustrating part thus far.
The most amusing part is how much our house shopping depends on our dogs. We’re literally buying a house based the dogs’ needs and preferences. Master bedroom must be on the first floor (must be large enough to fit our king sized bed because you know, the dogs sleep with us), preferably no stairs into or out of the house (well no more than 2 to 3), and fenced or easy to fence.
So if you have any tips or recommendations when it comes to house hunting/buying, I’m all ears! I’ll take all the help I can get.
Oi, the holidays. And aren’t we just getting started? Usually I really enjoy the holidays, this year, especially after Thanksgiving, I’m feeling pretty Grinchy. All I really want to do is prepare for winter to hit. Prepare meaning, I have a sufficient supply of books, coffee, cocoa, and blankets because I’m not leaving the house unless I absolutely have to. I can handle any amount of snow the universe wants to throw at me, but bitter cold is another thing altogether.
I literally just spent 10 minutes trying to find an appropriate coffee addiction meme. However, every single fucking one of them was not an acceptable file type. Coffee meme people, get your shit together!
So, ahem, I’ve been absent thanks to holiday crap. Now it’s time to add coffee to an IV bag and get caught up on things. Including all your lovely blogs, I’ve been a bad blog friend and I intend to make things right! I made a bomb ass bread recipe that I’ll be sharing here soon. The new kid at work was finally was fired. I can’t even tell you how happy that made me but it does mean that I’ll be working a lot more weekends until we hire another pharmacy technician who can handle their shit. I have high standards so it may take awhile.
We brought Samus home on October 18th, 2014. Who remembers the exact day they bring home an animal? This girl. In this case, mostly because my grandfather, who was incredibly important to me, passed away just 3 days before. My husband thought that I needed someone who wouldn’t let me dwell in my grief. Ozzy was an adult and the best grief supporter but his support means snuggling with you while you cry and don’t move for hours. Samus forced me to focus on someone besides myself and I do think, retrospectively, that is was a wise decision on my husband’s part. My depression would have been much worse than it already was and it took a long time to get back to being myself afterwards. I shudder to think how bad it could have been if I didn’t have someone demanding attention of me constantly.
That being said, of course it was the perfect time of the year for adorable sweaters for cute puppies with short fur in a cold environment. Hell, I won’t lie, she’ll probably get a new one this year too.
As of 3 am this morning, I have lost my husband for the week, probably longer. The new expansion for World of Warcraft was released.
I’m a firm believer in the couple that games together, stays together.
But, I don’t play anymore. I played from BC through Mists and attempted Warlords for about a month after it came out. For the most part, the game just lost its appeal to me. This expansion is highly tempting though. The demonhunter class looks like oodles of fun and what is better than demon slaying? Too bad that I went so far as to get rid of my desktop computer. (The graphics were shite and I couldn’t stand looking at it any longer.) Despite the temptation with the new x-pac, I would have to spend hundreds of dollars in order to play again. My laptop can’t handle the kind of power required to save Azeroth and Outland.
So the motto changes; couples that game/read together, stay together.
I know a lot of couples argue over gaming, lots of wife/husband aggro. But honestly, my husband is lucky that I understand AND don’t mind being ignored for a lengthy time period. I’m my own person and I’ve got shit to do.
When you’re young and dumb and full of excitement, you tend to do dumb things that seem like a grand idea at the time. For example, letting a friend who is learning to tattoo, practice on you. Free tattoos sound good but let me be the first to tell you, “STOP! Don’t do it!”
Unfortunately, both my husband and I made these mistakes back in the day. So, for his birthday this year, he asked to get his monstrosity fixed. One of my patients at the pharmacy is a tattoo artist, we’ve been chatting about tattoos for years so it was time to make an appointment. After the appointment last night, it was decided that it was time to start redoing all those old tattoos in the future.
Cupcakes and Machetes tattoo advice: Do your research! And live by this motto: “Good tattoos aren’t cheap and cheap tattoos aren’t good.”
If you combine those two pieces of advice, you will save yourself a lot of money in the long run.