Just Messing Around Lately

I've been messing around with a lot of things for a little bit lately. I've spent more time in Photoshop in the last 2 weeks than I probably did, cumulatively, in all of 2003 and 2004. I used to love Photoshop and maybe I'm starting to like designing images again. One can wonder.

My sister pissed me off so I dabbled in "just...let it go......" type thinking for a few days. It's going pretty well, actually. Initially I had a severe panic attack after she was a wench about something, but I think I've handled the aftershocks a lot better than I used to.

I had gotten a picture frame from my son for my birthday. It's been sitting around just looking very pretty for about 2 1/2 months. I finally got around to putting a picture in it - I picked one of my family - everyone in my family except for me, my husband and my kids. (Nice of my family to do an "OH, let's all get together and get a picture taken!!!" thing and not ask my family to come, huh? Anyway, so I have this picture framed now and it's on my desk - I put in near my keyboard because oh how sweet and all, right? Well, I knocked it over several times. Further proof that my family is ALWAYS getting in my way.

I've been rediscovering animal crackers. You know, they aren't as dry and tasteless as I thought they'd be. I'd been avoiding them for several years but got Short Decaf a big bag of them, and life being what it is - we were snackless in the house and all that was around was the big bag of animal crackers. What was I supposed to do? Anyway, they don't suck.

After 2 1/4 years, my living room furniture is FINALLY arranged "right." Man - took long enough to figure THAT one out. We have weird walls, weird angles in the architecture.

I've revisited selling crap on eBay. I listed three things yesterday and already sold one of them. How cool am I? But you know what I hate? I hate how it takes three to five days to transfer money from Paypal to your bank account. I mean, come on. Really. They can zap my debit card spending right to the fucking bank website but it takes nearly a week to put money in? Banks suck.

I still haven't told my family that we're planning on moving across the country in like, 8 1/2 months. They're going to flip the fuck out on me. (sigh) So - I've been messing around with excuses for my moving lately and I can't come up with anything that is better than the truth. It sucks here, it doesn't suck there. I know nobody here - I know people there. My family is a bunch of idiots, perhaps one exception, and Venti's family on the west coast doesn't suck. No culture here, lots of culture there. No mountains here, mountains and trees and water and wonderful natural stuff there. Not a hard choice. Well, you'd think not, anyway.

Do not ever waste your money on Omaha Steaks crap. The food is not THAT good and it's overpriced by like 500%. I'm serious. Like $18 for a steak the size of a deck of cards that does NOT taste any better than a steak from Safeway. The packaging is excellent though - very nice sturdy boxes - but I still say stay the hell away from Omaha Steaks.

I love my husband. And not just because he made my dining room zen again.

If I hit the lottery bigtime, the first thing I'd buy would be an excellent laptop - then I'd leave my house and get a hotel suite at like - the Wyndham or something. Someplace I could stay for a few weeks while I spent sickening amounts of money, like a $300 haircut. I'd rent a Hummer just to piss people off. A real one - not one of those H2 pussy-Hummers. Oh, I'd never go back to my house either - I'd hire some people to "deal with it." I'd also hire a nanny and a few months later, a personal trainer, housekeeper, and a cook. I would never, ever, wash another dish, or do laundry again. Ah...the joy of a good imagination. It would be my life's work to build up a life that would piss off my family as much as possible. That sounds mean - but you don't know my family. Would I give them any money? Yeah - I think I'd give everyone 150 grand and say 'that's it - ya ain't gettin' no more.' And I'd mean that. They do suck but not enough to totally kibosh giving them a chance at starting a better life. Yes, yes, I know - they'd blow it all at a casino somewhere or buy consumables. I bet not one of them would invest any of the money. (sigh again)

I'm too fucking nice.

It's ironic. I'm stressed out really badly about money. I mean, maximum stressification. So I'm selling my yoga stuff on ebay. Now that truly IS ironic.

I caved in and watched that "Who's Your Daddy" show. I picked the chick's dad out early on but then waffled - only to reassert who I thought the real dad was, I feel good about that. Like I won some stupid game. What a terrible premise for a show. I mean, how low can you get? Who's Your Daddy? That has sexual connotations. Gross, gross, tacky gross. Anyway, despite all of that - I bawled my eyes out anyway. I also watched the pilot episode of Medium - it didn't totally suck but I surely hope they pick up the pace and do a little better of a job in the future. Arquette was a great actress, though. She's cool. Is she sisters with that other Arquette chick that was in Pulp Fiction? I never liked her. I think she was in Desperately Seeking Susan - I didn't even like her in that.

Has Madonna ever made a non-suck-ass movie? Maybe Evita. It scares me how old she is and how old she looks. I mean God - get some plastic surgery already, you're making millions of people just feel....OLD.

Thursday is coming and I really wish it was already Friday. Thursday is going to suck. Well, unless I can scrape together the five bucks for a class that I want to go to on Thursday night, then it won't suck as bad.

I obviously have nothing of any consequence to say.