Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Well, fine, maybe it's not curtains for me. It's certainly not curtains for my bedroom. I have a weird inset window and I have previously hung curtains in my living room with a tension rod that is secretly a shower curtain rod. That worked brilliantly and all, so I decided to get some curtains for my bedroom. The blinds do an alright job keeping the light out, but the insulation on my windows is crap, so I got some nice, insulated, sagey green curtains. I was very excited to get them hung as they would add some much needed to color to my bedroom. Like the rest of my house, my bedroom is an unending paint job of boring apartment beige and I thought the new curtains would break that up nicely. I will never know. I have bought and returned three curtain rods in the last week. Supposedly the pocket takes a one inch rod (I hear you snickering in the back row) but no matter what size rod I get, even if I take it apart and try to insert it from the middle in order to avoid the finials on the end, I cannot get this thing to fit. My mind is boggled. I bought lovely curtans...that are apparently impossible to hang! Meanwhile, my bedroom is call, and the cream continues unabated. Can you blame me for being cranky?
Monday, November 12, 2012
Oh, right now I think I am just so frustrated. I have been dealing with some kind of weird TMJ issue or some kind of sinus problem or SOMETHING and the doctors just can't seem to figure out what is going on. This is frustrating because I don't think this is new problems. I think this is old problems that are conspiring together to create a big thing. I feel like it has dragged on for forever for two reasons 1) is that my doctors aren't listening to me and 2) is that I get so many sinus infections people just assume that's what's wrong with me and give me antibiotics. I thought that was what was wrong with me and went along with it for awhile,but it just didn't seem quite right. I am pretty sure I have talked about this before - I feel like doctors don't really listen very well. Or at least, they listen at the beginning but then they think they've got things figured out and quit paying attetion. "oh, first line sounds like a sinus infection, I'm gonna move on now" but it isn't! And so many antibiotics, for real! I keep saying "I have sinus pain, but there is no green snot!" and all they hear is "I have sinus pain." Y'all, the green snot is KEY. Don't they know that? In other words, don't be me! Be pushy, and make them listen to you describe your snot so you can save yourself months of pain.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
What's making me cranky? How about the fact that I missed TWO DAYS OF POSTING? I suck at NaBloPoMo, but I will try to make the posts up so please don't holst it against me! Meanwhile, people in general are making me sooooo cranky. They are all up in my bidness. I went to "the big city" today and let me tell you...I am glad I'm not a city girl. That's just so many people...everywhere! all the time! ARGH. Parking lots are maybe the worst? Or maybe inside stores are the worst? Or maybe everywhere there are people? EVER? They keep bumping into you, even when you are standing still. And then they are like...giving you dirty looks? When they bumped into you! Like, it's not my fault you can't walk, lady. Why do people seem to think they are the only ones who deserve space on the road, or in the aisle or in the parking lot...and therefore, it is YOUR responsibility to stay out of THEIR way? We all have to share this planet. Why can't we have a little courtesy, a little respect, a little patience. And pay attention to what we are doing so that we can be a little easier on each other?
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Alright. Last night I was politcally cheery, tonight I'm on a downturn. If your guy won, which was the case for me...YAY! But gloating is gross and not going to help the situation. Keep it amongst friends, and be gracious with the losers. No one likes a sore loser, but a poor winner is almost as bad. If your guy lost, I'm sorry. That sucks. But this country has a lot of work to do. Instead of whining about how things didn't go your way, why don't you buckle down, roll up your sleeves, and get to work. It is time for all of us to start working togethr to fix things, rather than complaining about how much we don't like how things are. Obstructionist actions and policies can no longer be accepted. It is not acceptable to me for a senator or representative to vote against a healthcare bill, or a jobs bill, or a budget because they don't like the person who sponsored it. Disagree with it? Think it's wrong or bad for the country? Explain why. "We don't want Obama to accomplish anything" is NOT. GOOD. ENOUGH. So suck it up, and make it better.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
Well, I am trying to get back into the guitar. I took a course in college, which was a mini mester, so it was too much crammed into one short period to have time to master anything. Then I tried, in the last town I lived in, to find an instructor, but the one I tried was...horrible? That seems...more than fair. So I tried to teach myself off and on, but without much luck. I always seem to get to the same point, and then can't seem to push beyond it. I am starting lessons again this week. I work on a college campus and am trading lessons for food with a hungry student. Haha. The student teaches lessons at a community church on Tuesdays, when I can't go, soI am going to give the poor starving kid a meal that doesn't come from the cafeteria, and the student is going to give me lessons. I am excited. And really looking forward to it, so I'm not cranky about that. BUT I have been trying to go over what I do know to get ready and MY FINGERS HURT. And I'm worried I'm going to be horrible and stupid. I can get callouses and my fingers will stop hurting...but I am still probably going to feel stupid.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Okay. So I'm going to interrupt myself and what I planned to blog about to complain about how many dudes look like Eddie Cibrian. Like, I feel like he's in every single movie now...and then it turns out it's NEVER him. I know he's in movies. I mean, I'm pretty sure I've seen him in movies. He must have been in actualy movies, right? this is not a judgement on Mr. Cibrian, I'm sure he's a fine actor...probably. But I was watching a movie on the Hallmark channel, and thought it was him. It was not him. So then I decided to watch a movie on SyFy, thought it was him. It was not him. So my question is...WHY DO ALL THESE GUYS LOOK SO MUCH ALIKE? Or perhaps what's really making me cranky is not Eddie Cibrian (about whom I have no particular feelings, other than that he apparently looks rather generic to me) and is the fat that movies seem more and more inclined to cast the same generic looking dudes (or dude, presumable it is occassionally Eddie Cibrian)over and over. I get it, y'all are trying to find a generically attractive dude to give the ladies some eye candy. Hallmark and Lifetime holiday movies, I love you, I do, but more Kavan Smith, less Eddie Cibrian...ish dudes? SyFy, if you're just going to give me eyecandy, you can do better. Anyway, again, I don't have anything against Eddie Cibrian...other than the fact that I apparently cannot recognize him. But my point is, variety is the spice of life, and I can't even tell you're giving me variety so like...try harder.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
So obviously, today's post is about politics. I mean, CLEARLY. Listen, I think I've made it pretty clear what side of the line I fall on, and if you disagree with me, you're wrong, but that's your choice and you have a right to it. But while what happens on Tuesday will either delight me or depress me, what's going to happen every day leading up to it is just depressing me. The political commercials. Oh y'all. I am not even in a swing state, and I am so tired of them...I mean, sooooo tired of them. It's ridiculous. They've done everything except claim that the other one is possessed by Satan and frankly I'm not sure it hasn't happened, I just suspect I just haven't seen that commercial. I admit, I don't watch much network television, so I've been spared the worst of it, but it takes only one commercial for me to go from "I wish this campaign was over" to "dear heavens, I think there's something seriously wrong with these people" and then on to "really, if any of this is true at all they're clearly all maniacs of the worst sort and what on earth have we left our government to?" Which of course, is enough to make anyone cranky, because how ridiculousis this mess? If the commercials are to be believed, this entire goverment is nothing but liars, charlatans and outright criminals. WHAT on earth are we coming to, then? Hyperbole is all well and good, but there has got to be a line, people. And really, it's all this noise...and what does it ever change?
Friday, November 2, 2012
So here's the deal. I'm not a good blogger when it comes to group blogging projects like NaBloPoMo. As you may have noticed from my many prolonged absences, I'm really not a very good blogger at all, despite my wishes to the contrary. So I try to read the blogging prompts provided by the NaBloPoMoers, and I gotta be honest...they mostly prompt me to be...CRANKY! I'm sure you're shocked. Today's prompt is " If you could live anywhere, where would it be?" and I just don't find that at all inspiring. I don't want to write about where I want to live if I could live anywhere. I don't even know where that is. And I don't find it very inspiring to talk about. I find most of these prompts...so basic. Unchallenging. Uninteresting. So if there is anyone still out there reading...here's my challenge for you - give me a prompt that YOU want to see me writing about this month.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
So, it's NaBloPoMo once again and I had a real cute, pithy blog post that I was all ready to type up and post, but instead I am going to share with you a quick "mini-crank" in the moment. If I am actually standing by the bathroom, with my hand on the doorknob, about to go in, maybe. JUST MAYBE this is not the moment to strike a conversation. Just a thought.