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It has been one hell of a week.

I mean to say.

★So as I start the prospect of my busy weekend, I feel like I need to come to you, my peoples of the intranet, and give you the update of what's been up over here at my house. (Not actually at my house, this particular use of in my house is used as Urban Slang, as in, "This is my house, yo. Stay outta my house."

Because I've got street cred and stuff.

Stop laughing.

( I'm not gonna dance for you, though. So you're safe. )

★So now I'm going to go about the business of the grocery store to prepare for the company we're having this weekend (dinners both tonight and tomorrow), cleaning the house, preparing my supplies to paint at church (Yeah, I paint during the service. It's out there, but very cool all the same) and memorize the rest of my lines. All in 48 hours.

Cover me. I'm going in.

☆ There are nine billion things that I should be doing: Listening to my score, trying to rehearse my score, prepping food for home group, getting ready to go to the library for my shift, having some sort of balanced breakfast (since a pot of coffee and a piece of cheese that hung over the edge of the sandwich AJ made for lunch doesn't really count), vacuuming, etc. I won't list them all here, because nine billion is, as you know, a buttload. You can use those terms interchangeably, fyi. You're welcome.

☆ I did ten loads of laundry yesterday. That is NOT hyperbole. In those ten loads, I fished out both the boys' wallets, seventy-two cents, several candy wrappers, one empty ziploc baggie and a lego. In one of those loads, I washed (and halfway dried) the core of a pear. I'm planning a talk with the kids about emptying their pockets before they put their jeans in the laundry.

☆ Sometimes I find it difficult to be around people. The annoyance factor is pretty high. And sometime I lack the control to monitor what comes out of my mouth in response to them.

☆ I think I'm going to have to give up on NBC's Chuck. I haven't made it through ONE episode this year. I really liked it in the beginning, but now... Blah. In related news, if John Krasinski wasn't on The Office, I wouldn't be watching that, either. I am, however, looking forward to the rest of the season of Bones. And not just because of David Boreanaz. Okay, mostly because of David Boreanaz.

☆ There was live music at the restaurant in which we dined last night; I scandalized my ten year old with the lyrics to Bad, Bad Leroy Brown, and have since altered the lyrics to "...Baddest man in the whole DARN town." *sigh*

☆ My daffodils are in full bloom and my other bulbs (tulips irises, hyacinth) are emerging. I know some of you loathe it, but I adore Spring (I don't suffer from seasonal allergies, so that's a plus). I can wear lighter clothes, the flowers bloom and the grass turns green, and I don't have to worry about driving in the ice and snow. It's awesome. (And not awesome in the surfer, teenager, vernacular - I'm talking awesome in the Old Testament version of the definition. I mean AWESOME.)

☆ If you're going to hug someone, commit. Don't do affection halfway. If you don't want to commit to a hug, refrain. It's just that simple.

☆ And thus endeth Carrie's observations on life for Wednesday. Have a good one, all.

First of all, despite my training as a serious actress (*snort*) and the fact that I adore costume drama and Hamlet and all things Broadway, I want to go see this movie pretty badly.



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And I think that's all of today's news. Have a good Tuesday, y'all.

*  I'm old.  When registering my age for a website, I had to scroll down (way, way down) to get to the year of my birth.  I don't like it.

*  Ants.  I abhor and destest them on a level previously only occupied by my loathing of children's birthday parties.  We've had the house sprayed THREE TIMES.  And yet they persist.  I saw one on the kitchen cabinet yesterday and he said, "Hey, you!  Make me a sandwich!"  This must end.  It's them or me, and I am one stubborn woman.

*  Fandom.  I have watched a glut of BSG in the last week, and I only lack the last four or five episodes of season 2.5.  Or 2.0.  Whatever.  I don't understand that whole delineation.  But they will arrive via Netflix shortly, and then I will commence with the Dr. Who festival.

*  Hubs.  Goes from fantastically wonderful to Giant Throbbing Ass (or GTA - my pet name for him for the first 4 years we were married)  in 2.6 seconds.  I truly wish that he'd pick a personality and stay with it.  It's exhausting.

*  Piracy.  SO....  is it wrong to check out CD's from the library and download them onto itunes?  Is that a mortal sin, or can I skate by?  I feel as if it's vaguely morally ambiguous.  Besides, they don't have any really good CD's, just stuff you'd find in the bargain bin at Hastings and wouldn't want to buy.

*  Food.  Sis shared a recipe for Roasted Tomato Basil Soup which my entire family oohed and ahhed over for the entirety of the meal.  It's going in the permanent cookbook, Em.  It was THAT fabulous.  Nolan used more yummy adjectives than I've ever heard.  It heats up the kitchen, but if you like soup, it's totally worth it.  You could probably blend this in a blender or a food processor, but I didn't as I own neither.  It was chunky, but no one complained.  My blender fell victim to a strawberry dacquiri accident a couple of months ago and I haven't replaced it; I'm hoping for a food processor for Christmas. :)


*  Solitude.  School starts in 5 days.  Am giddy with the prospect of being alone every day for almost 6 hours.  

*  Podcasts and Novel Length Fics.   Recording will definetely be easier, as I have permission to record In Vino Veritas by embe11ished, The Pleasure of Your Company, Over Time First Friends, My Anything, Primrose Path, and Our Winter.  That's exciting, huh?  The September Podcast is shaping up to look kind of cool, too, with stuff from rainpuddle13, mugglechump, arglefraster, kaygina, and mynuet, I think.  I printed out a post DH cookie with the name of 'Resolution'.  Does anyone know who that belongs to?  Is it yours, Myn?  Like an idiot, I didn't write the author's name on it.  60sfreak is deconstructing Deathly Hallows.  I can't wait.

That's it.  Have a nice day, all.