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About this blog

Because I don't opine nearly enough elsewhere.  Actually this is a weird little repository for things that amuse me...which don't always amuse other people but I'm okay with that.

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Was this totally an invention of sitcoms?

I blame most of my unrealistic expectations on sitcoms.  You know people in houses they could never afford with their jobs, homes that were spotless despite multiple children with dual career parents, all problems can be solved in 30 min less commercials, except the really bad problems that were to be continued for another 30 min. But what about the platonic roommates who live like family? Kate and Allie Hot in Cleveland The Golden Girls The Odd Couple I'
 

My bucket list

If I ever become less lazy buidling one of these, on my own, is at the top of my bucket list. I have never camped as an adult.  I hate camping.  I've had no desire to camp.  Yet I am now obsessively watching bush craft camping videos longing to get out on my own and do this... I have no applicable skills whatsoever.  But this just looks like a balm to my soul.    
 

Textbook, Tablecloths, and Marital Discord!

Oh gosh you guys!  She went to college, worked, and had been in love before meeting her husband - no wonder they quarrel. this is full of awesome. I just found the above amusing.  it actually pro-education even for women so progressive by Duggar standards.  

HerNameIsBuffy

HerNameIsBuffy

 

At war with myself

I keep telling myself no good will come of getting anxious and vomiting the night before an interview.  Plenty of time for that in the morning. Apparently I disagree, as every reason for ever rejection in my life is on a recursive loop in my head broken up only by analyzing my multitude of failures one by one in great detail. I don't know why I am putting this out there in a place it can't be deleted, but I do it consciously.  Maybe someday the people who love me will someday read it a

HerNameIsBuffy

HerNameIsBuffy

 

My Imaginary Christmas Barrel

I'm a big weirdo ... no shock to anyone reading here, I'm sure. Sometimes when I'm cleaning or doing laundry I look at my things and think, "Would I be happy if this was sent to me in Reverend Alden's Christmas barrel?" Those of you LHOP fans surely remember in The Long Winter when they finally got their Christmas barrel* in May they were thrilled with it's contents after a winter of such deprivation had I been alive and in those circumstances your children would know my name for my wh

HerNameIsBuffy

HerNameIsBuffy

 

A Pibble in Pajamas!

I haven't dug out the Hello Kitty Christmas jammies yet but I saw this at a thrift store today and couldn't resist. His mommy and I think he's adorable in pink penguin and snowman motif.  

HerNameIsBuffy

HerNameIsBuffy

 

If there were reality TV cameras in my house...

There would be a thread about me and you would all be mocking me relentlessly. I thought about that earlier when I was singing the chorus of The Butt-Wiggling Song for the umpteenth time today (with accompanying choreographed dance.) I just adore my grandpibble, but he's what one would call a lively dog.  Or a handful.  So I do what I did when my kids were small and also getting a little too rambunctious (I had 'lively' children.  No surprise as according to my mom I was a 'lively' gir

HerNameIsBuffy

HerNameIsBuffy

 

Help Interpreting Dreams?

The last 3 nights I've had 3 separate dreams.  Nothing remarkably good or bad, just moderate surreal to normal stuff.  But in each there was one man. I didn't see his face.  In the context of each dream we were together in a long term relationship.  I loved him and felt he loved me in that settled and secure ltr way. In each dream there was softcore erotic activity, think Cinemax.  Each time I thought the same thing, this is pleasant...I don't mind this.  It wasn't that I was putting u

HerNameIsBuffy

HerNameIsBuffy

 

Birthday Pizza - Eat At Your Own RIsk

For my son's birthday proper we did dinner at his favorite place and went to a midnight showing of Bohemian Rhapsody which was incredible - we both loved it.   They had reclining chairs and slurpees!  He goes to the movies all the time but I never do so he enjoyed watching me marvel at things as if I was new to this planet. For his day after birthday dinner (because I will stretch their celebrations) I made homemade pizza. Well, Boboli, so home assembled more than made, but still.  Hand cra

HerNameIsBuffy

HerNameIsBuffy

 

National Days of Obligation

@47of74 posted yesterday about it being National Cats Day it reminded me, much to my shame, that I have neglected to consult the National Day Calendar and have been remiss my Non-Holy Days of Obligation. So let's take a look at what we have coming up for the rest of this week: Today: National Candy Corn Day (did you know it was made with marshmallows?  Marshmallows are food of the gods.) National Publicist Day  Tomorrow 10/31 National Knock-Knock Joke Day

HerNameIsBuffy

HerNameIsBuffy

 

Sometimes Life Doesn't Even Wait Until You Get Out of Bed...

To start sucking. A little after 5:00 this morning I woke up and when I went to get a up a shot of pain went through my head.  Turns out my arm was on my hair and the harder I tried to get up the harder I was pulling it. As this was happening I tried to open my eyes but they'd been crusted shut from crying last night so for a few scary seconds this morning I was wildly disoriented, blind, and trapped by my own hair. Went back to sleep and about an hour later was jolted awake when

HerNameIsBuffy

HerNameIsBuffy

 

Self Soothe Fail

I hate flooding the blog list with consecutive posts, but I need to purge a little and I don't want to put it in a thread where people may feel obligated to respond. I've always been pretty good at self-soothing, and still am sometimes...but other times like tonight nothing works. Hormones are attacking my brain...had long ugly cry and through part of it i wasn't even upset...so weird.  And couldn't shake the crappy feeling so I gathered together my comfort things, set up my nightstand

HerNameIsBuffy

HerNameIsBuffy

 

So far I have...

Last night I did the upstairs floors.  Hardwood is gleaming and tiles so clean I am mildly annoyed my family insists on walking on them. So far today I've made a casserole for dinner and will be making an apple crisp this afternoon while doing laundry.   Why am I no one's helpmeet?  I think my domestic skills are up to par, so I must have some pretty unappealing characteristics to make me not worth the cooking and clean house.

HerNameIsBuffy

HerNameIsBuffy

 

If time travel was a thing.

I am watching this as I clean and thinking of my ancestors, especially the women who worked so much harder at domestic tasks than we ever will. My distant grandmothers who did laundry by soaking, after hauling the water in buckets and collecting the wood for the fire, beating the linen with paddles - becoming human machine agitators.  Collecting urine and using it for soaking and stain removal....wringing heavy fabric...they were their own spin cycles.  Being at the mercy of the weather and

HerNameIsBuffy

HerNameIsBuffy

 

The Door Finally Opened

I've had a particular house recur in my dreams ever since I was little.  In my dreams it's usually my Gramma's house, but it's not the one she had irl.  In fact I've never seen this house outside my dream. There are two stories but I've only been on the first level and the basement.  I remember a few dreams walking up stairs to a locked door, but I don't recall ever being on the second floor. Until last night.   I walked up the stairs with the cranberry colored carpet and came to

HerNameIsBuffy

HerNameIsBuffy

 

PSA - Warning Against Slipperiness

There are three things you need to know about me to appreciate how I spent part of my early evening: I am clumsy I have a deep bathtub I am an idiot Muscle aches and anxiety I took a nice hot bath with salts...two birds one stone, right?  I am nothing if not efficient. And smart enough to take the bath mat out so I could sink into the tub with no annoying friction getting in the way.  It was a lovely bath...until I drained the tub and reached for my moisturizer.

HerNameIsBuffy

HerNameIsBuffy

 

My Dog the Therapist

The TLDR of exposition is I've never struggled with anxiety until this year, so this is a new adventure in hell for me.  The combination of my life falling to shit at the same time peri-menopause decided to commandeer my hormones to attack me emotionally...let's just say I'm not the happiest I've ever been lately. I got a few hours of broken sleep last night and woke up feeling unrested and full on anxious.  The kind of anxiety you can feel in your skin...that sickening tingly feeling that

HerNameIsBuffy

HerNameIsBuffy



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      I'm really wishing my workplace would just shut down again, even if we don't get paid. We're severely understaffed at the moment and I'm not sure how much thinner they can stretch us. When we reopened June 15 we had six full time employees and two part-time employees. As of today we're down to two full time employees and two halftime employees. We had one quit, one hiking accident who has been out for six weeks and will be out another 2-3 weeks, one who left yesterday on a week-long camping trip (the boss), and today one called out sick with symptoms that probably aren't corona but everyone would rather be safe than sorry, who knows when she'll come back. Given the circumstances, we could even offer the two part-time people extra hours but apparently that makes too much sense for my boss to actually do it.
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      Happy Birthday to the last real President we had Barack Obama!
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      Beyond relieved.  Two trees came down behind my house but no damage nor did we lose power. Much more damage in the neighborhood, town, and bigger city in my area. I did not have tropical storm causing major damage in New England for August on my bingo card.
       
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      This picture of Laddie Boy waiting for his master is so touching. For those who don't know, he was President Warren G. Harding's Airdale Terrier. Harding died August 2, 1923 while on a trip to San Francisco.
       
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