Looking Up (being an adult is weird)


I’ve decided, adulthood is very very strange.  It’s definitely not as fun as I thought it would be growing up (who knew that money actually required work to get?!) but it’s not all bad (read: wine).

Our washing machine took a crap a couple of days ago.  It just stopped working, the transmission decided it was it’s time to go.  Of course, with Murphy’s Law the damn thing goes out when I have a shit ton of dirty clothes and almost nothing clean to wear to work.  I only paid $50 for the washer and dryer, so replacing parts was out of the question.  Cue anxiety.

We looked around on craigslist with out much luck, and then the boyfriend remembered that there is a small appliance store on the other side of the neighborhood.  He swung over there and found one for $230 and haggled down $80 and bam!  New to us washer!  (The best part?  The guy has a dishwasher I want too…. Ours is about days away from death.).

When I got home today, the first thing I did was start a load of laundry and press all the buttons.  It’s hilarious the things that get me all excited now… the boyfriend thought I was nuts.

So thats one less thing I need to stress about.  Work went good today too, slowly catching up from my day off.  As for the rest of my evening?  Pizza with the short one, and relaxing.  Finally.


The Weekend


Welp folks, the weekend is finally here.  It’s Friday afternoon and I feel like I can finally breathe.  It’s been a really long couple of weeks and today is the first day I can really decompress.  This weekend isn’t looking particularly slow either, but I’m making it a point to take care of myself and relax.  

I’m excited that it’s supposed to be warm tomorrow, just in time for Noodle’s friends (and mine too!) to come over! Girl talk, coffee, kids running around, boyfriend at work, lets just say I’m excited.  Beyond that this weekend is going to have a boyfriend-requested sci-fi night, crafts (hey, it’s almost Christmas!) and lots of food and coffee.  Of course I’ll work on the yard (or Ryan will, and I’ll drink coffee and watch if I can get away with it) or do laundry or something  that adult-hood dictates, but only in between putting my feet up and chasing my kid. 

It’s going to be a good weekend, and I hope everyone enjoys it.  Cheers! 

Growing Up Blows. Big time.


I remember being mad at my parents when I was a kid, you know when they said they wouldn’t buy me [insert random obnoxious kid toy here].  I remember thinking “Man! When I grow up I’m gunna buy all these things!  Live in a big house, have like four bikes!” so on and so forth.  Blah.  I thought being an adult would be sooo much fun.  It would be easy, of course there’d be no school, so I’d just have fun with my friends and buy stuff.

For some reason my child mind was too naive to think about jobs, bills, food, and well… basically how much being an adult sucks.  Holy shit it sucks.  I can’t tell you how many mornings I want to sleep in and then go hang out with my friends (Okay.  Every.  Single.  Fucking.  Morning.) or go shopping for some new clothes (but goddamn that gas bill!!).  Hell, I’ll be on my lunch break, get the urge to go on a long drive… but wait.  I caaaan’t.  I have to go back to work.

Ha.  Adulthood.

What a joke.

Oh and for the record.  I’m STILL not using Algebra.  A big ole FUCK YOU to my 8th grade math teacher.

Adults.  Heh.

When you’re a kid, getting your driver’s license is exciting.  “Oh I’ll pick up my friends and we’ll go to the music store for CDs then go drive to the beach.”  My stupid teenage mind didn’t comprehend.  To drive you need Insurance (Money), A Car (Money), License Plates (Money) and the ability to not attract every moron on the road (see 3 out of 4 of my accidents) (Lack of said ability = Money).  Fuck.  Remind me why I didn’t move to a warm city? You know one with public transit and no snow.  Walking (Less Money).

Oh and those rebel thoughts when I was young?  “Fuck-a-cerfew.  I can’t WAIT to move out!  Soon as I’m 18… I’m OUT OF HERE!”  Yeah.  Living on your own, Rent/Mortgage (Money).  Utilities (Money).  Food (Money).  What the fuck.  I think I want a do-over.

You know what all that means?

A Job.

Which means, less time to act like a kid.

Which means, money made.

Which means, money spent.

Which means.  Crap.  My gas bill just took precedence to going out on the weekend.  Ha.

Growing up blows.  Pass the wine (whine).




But hey.  Even though I have to go to work during the week, I can still walk around naked, blasting metal, and paint my walls blood red, in my OWN house.  Adulthood sucks…. but so do the teenage years.  :)