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Bibbity, Bobbity, BOO!!
This title has no relevance to anything I'm about to write. It probably has no relevance to my life, either, other than the fact that this goofy song is now stuck in my head. And not the whole song, either. Just the BBB part of it, running over and over and over, as if it's on continuous loop. I wonder how long it'll take for that to drive me totally batty? o_O
Trimmed back my roses today. A little. Hubby is at work late tonight for a meeting, so I took Kiddo to one of our regular haunts for dinner. We got back a little before sundown -- I guess you would consider it "dusk", as there was still light but not really any sun. Anyhow, it was cooler with a nice breeze, so I told Kiddo we could play outside for a bit. It's been so stinking hot and humid around here lately. Totally ick. We blew bubbles for a while, until she got bored with me blowing them for her. She went off to make bubbles on her own, and I decided to trim the roses.
My poor roses. The summer has not been kind to them. They really look terrible. And bedraggled. And they haven't bloomed nearly as much as they usually do. I have to admit I've been very lax this summer about trimming them, too. So I knew I would have a job ahead of me. I pruned until it was totally dark, then told Kiddo we had to go inside. I'm still not done. And something bit me while I was working. I have several small bites all along my wrist. And I think I got a tiny thorn stuck in my thumb. Yes, I was pruning them without gloves. Stupid, stupid, stupid of me. Now I'm paying for that. >.O Anyhow, hopefully I can finish them tomorrow.
Writing has been stupidly nonexistent for me. I think I've gotten about five paragraphs, total, written in the past three months. That has to be the definition of pathetic. I'm feeling frustrated and bitter over it, although I tell myself not to. I know feeling frustrated and bitter will only lead to more days of no writing. And yet the feelings seep in around the edges.
Since I've been Writer!Failure, I've been practicing making fan cel lines. Maybe I'll manage to improve with the extra practice. Either way, it keeps me occupied. Sort of. =P
Fae just ate all the cat food. Yay. Darn pinheaded dog. >.O Sometimes, she begs for ice cubes. Then, when I give her one, she runs off and buries it in one of her towels (these old towels we keep by the back door to dry off her feet when it's wet outside). She is such a strange dog.
My in-laws are coming on Saturday. So not looking forward to it, particularly after the Epic Visit my own parents made. I would like to spend the last week of summer being totally lazy and doing nothing. I think it's the perfect way to usher in the hustle and bustle of a new school year. But it's not like I had a choice. And it's not like I can complain that much. Hubby does put up with my parents' fairly regular Epic Visits, after all. Still ... I don't want company.
And so I have spent pretty much this whole week being totally lazy. I need to clean the house, but I can't summon up either the energy or the desire to do it. I get tired of doing all the cleaning and no one appreciates it and it never stays nice. I swear, I'll clean stuff, then turn around for five minutes only to come back and find it trashed again. Bah. I'm totally not a domestic goddess, either, so cleaning isn't something I naturally enjoy doing. I wish I did, considering how much of it I should do on a regular basis. So, pretty much epic fail at anything useful this week. I've kind of enjoyed it, although I feel a little guilty typing that out loud. Tomorrow, though, I shall have to FORCE myself to suck it up and clean. For real. Because tomorrow is the LAST DAY. Ah, the smell of being up against a deadline.
Trimmed back my roses today. A little. Hubby is at work late tonight for a meeting, so I took Kiddo to one of our regular haunts for dinner. We got back a little before sundown -- I guess you would consider it "dusk", as there was still light but not really any sun. Anyhow, it was cooler with a nice breeze, so I told Kiddo we could play outside for a bit. It's been so stinking hot and humid around here lately. Totally ick. We blew bubbles for a while, until she got bored with me blowing them for her. She went off to make bubbles on her own, and I decided to trim the roses.
My poor roses. The summer has not been kind to them. They really look terrible. And bedraggled. And they haven't bloomed nearly as much as they usually do. I have to admit I've been very lax this summer about trimming them, too. So I knew I would have a job ahead of me. I pruned until it was totally dark, then told Kiddo we had to go inside. I'm still not done. And something bit me while I was working. I have several small bites all along my wrist. And I think I got a tiny thorn stuck in my thumb. Yes, I was pruning them without gloves. Stupid, stupid, stupid of me. Now I'm paying for that. >.O Anyhow, hopefully I can finish them tomorrow.
Writing has been stupidly nonexistent for me. I think I've gotten about five paragraphs, total, written in the past three months. That has to be the definition of pathetic. I'm feeling frustrated and bitter over it, although I tell myself not to. I know feeling frustrated and bitter will only lead to more days of no writing. And yet the feelings seep in around the edges.
Since I've been Writer!Failure, I've been practicing making fan cel lines. Maybe I'll manage to improve with the extra practice. Either way, it keeps me occupied. Sort of. =P
Fae just ate all the cat food. Yay. Darn pinheaded dog. >.O Sometimes, she begs for ice cubes. Then, when I give her one, she runs off and buries it in one of her towels (these old towels we keep by the back door to dry off her feet when it's wet outside). She is such a strange dog.
My in-laws are coming on Saturday. So not looking forward to it, particularly after the Epic Visit my own parents made. I would like to spend the last week of summer being totally lazy and doing nothing. I think it's the perfect way to usher in the hustle and bustle of a new school year. But it's not like I had a choice. And it's not like I can complain that much. Hubby does put up with my parents' fairly regular Epic Visits, after all. Still ... I don't want company.
And so I have spent pretty much this whole week being totally lazy. I need to clean the house, but I can't summon up either the energy or the desire to do it. I get tired of doing all the cleaning and no one appreciates it and it never stays nice. I swear, I'll clean stuff, then turn around for five minutes only to come back and find it trashed again. Bah. I'm totally not a domestic goddess, either, so cleaning isn't something I naturally enjoy doing. I wish I did, considering how much of it I should do on a regular basis. So, pretty much epic fail at anything useful this week. I've kind of enjoyed it, although I feel a little guilty typing that out loud. Tomorrow, though, I shall have to FORCE myself to suck it up and clean. For real. Because tomorrow is the LAST DAY. Ah, the smell of being up against a deadline.