I have had this MacBook since 2007. I think it is dying. (Pause here for a moment of silence for my Buttercup). It is slow, the keyboard does weird things, and it is getting old. I suspect it is getting close to its best before date.
This leads me to a conundrum.
I love my Mac. Love it, love it, love it. But, as you all know, Macs are expensive. Really expensive. I just don’t know if it is worth it.
On the other hand, PCs seem so clunky, and I am not used to them anymore. Plus, they don’t look as cool (and yes, I know how shallow that sounds).
I have been going back and forth about this for months And I am no closer to a decision. This is driving me crazy.
It is my day off. So that means the #1 thing to do today is go grocery shopping.
Off I go to the store. And as I am looking at yogurt I notice they are playing The Cure on the overhead music system. To be more specific, they were playing Friday I’m in Love.Excellent! I used to love those guys. And I love that song.
I was humming along, choosing yogurt flavors and thinking that the grocery store was playing some very cool music.
And then it hit me.
Maybe the grocery store is not getting cooler. Maybe I am just getting old.
Oh the horror.
Up is down. Black is white. I just don’t know what to think. The Big Game has come and gone and it was actually a good game. That almost never happens. Never. But wait, there’s more. Not only was The Big Game an entertaining football game, the commercials, sucked. Sucked. (sorry mom) Yes, that’s right. The commercials are usually the best part. But not this year.
This was the only good one in the bunch
However, I did learn that there are many excellent movies coming up:
- Fast & Furious 6 – I love the Fast & Furious movies. I. Love. Them. I already can’t wait for this.
- Iron Man 3 – Robert Downey Jr. Need I say more?
- Oz the Great and Powerful – oooohhh
- Star Trek into the Darkness – Chris Pines. Hello Chris Pines.
Apparently, I am going to be busy this spring/summer.
It’s cold outside. Maybe not as cold as this photo because I took this picture in Canada, but it’s cold. The thermometer in my car said 6 degrees. The thermometer at the bank said 3. Either way you slice it, it’s cold. Really effing cold (sorry mom).
I picked the princess up at school today because she was supposed to have a riding lesson. Wandering aimlessly in front of my car was a boy with no coat on. Seriously? No coat? It is six degrees outside! Or three! Then I saw a girl wearing flip flops! Flip flops! Now I never would have worn flip flops when it was six degrees out. Or three. Of course part of the reason for that is my high school did not even allow sandals. Never mind flip flops.
Now, I remember high school (I’m not that old). I remember not wearing a hat because it would mess up my hair. I remember not zipping up my coat so it wouldn’t cover up my outfit. But I never would have gone without a coat. I don’t know if I was just more sensible or just that much of a wuss. But really, no coat? That’s crazy talk.
I just spent a few days (six of them actually) in Canada visiting Rick. It was a lovely trip. But now I am home. And now I have to unpack.
I hate unpacking. Packing is kind of fun, in a stress-inducing kind of way. Stress-inducing because you have to decide what outfits to bring with you. I don’t know why I find this stressful because I wear the same things all the time. But I do. That is just the way I am. I am a nervous traveller.
But there is nothing fun about unpacking. I am always very tempted not to do it. To just leave the clothes in my suitcase and take them out as I wear them. That way eventually all the clothes end up in the laundry (which I also hate putting away) and I have a nice empty suitcase, ready to put away all in just a few days (okay, maybe a week).
Am I the only person who does this?
Last night Princess O asked me if I had any New Year’s resolutions. And I don’t really. I am not good at them anyway. So, I told her no.
But then I read my friend’s blog here and kind of changed my mind. I realized I need to be kinder to myself too. I need to remember that not everything is my fault or my responsibility. At least not mine alone. And I need to myself some slack. I am not ever going to be perfect. And that is not going to change so I need to lighten up.
I have somehow lost an entire week. How very careless of me. For some insane reason I thought I still had another week before Christmas. But no, it turns out Christmas is next week. On the 25th. Like always. I really don’t know what I was thinking.
We are doing Secret Santa at work this week and I am having a lot of fun with it. I will tell you more about it later if I remember. But on the off chance my secret santa might see this, mum’s the word for now.
And speaking of work, things at the bookstore are crazy busy. This is to be expected. I am enjoying it. Although I do wish I understood why so many people who are Christmas shopping are so crabby. Christmas shopping is fun! You shouldn’t be crabby, you should be enjoying yourself. And don’t forget to take a candy cane from the basket on your way in or out. Or on your way in and on your way out if you really like candy canes.
It looks like we are going to have a winter storm here tomorrow, which is kind of stressing me out in the way that winter storms always do. Especially since I have to work until 9 tomorrow night, which means I will probably be driving home mid-blizzard. I am not excited about this.
And finally, the Christmas knitting is almost done. The key word there is almost. Knit without ceasing.
That is all.
Hey look It’s snowing here! Cool.
Not snowing here though. In general I hate snow. It makes me angry. I know, I know, that doesn’t make any sense but it’s true. But I do like a white Christmas and it looks like that will elude us this year. Oh well.
I know it has been a while but I have been busy. I work at a bookstore and for those of you that live under a rock let me tell you this:
So work has been a madhouse and when I get home I am too tired to do anything. I don’t even have my Christmas shopping done yet. Or my Christmas cards. Those are on my list for tomorrow though. The Christmas cards, not the shopping. I still have to figure out what I am doing for some of that. I guess I better figure it out fast huh?
And the Christmas knitting…oh the Christmas knitting.
But the tree is up, and so is the Christmas Pig. He looks so cute. And I do love this time of year. Crazy work schedule and all.
I hope you are all having a happy Holiday season. Are you behind schedule too?
Oh, and happy 12/12/12. There, I said it.
Behold, my newest toy:
My new baby
Pretty cool don’t you think? Yes it is a charcoal grill. But because I was still wracked with indecision, I decided not to decide. I opted for a small (teeny actually) Webber grill. This way I can see how much I use a charcoal grill this summer and then if I use it alot I can get a big one.
If I don’t use it alot I will have to get over my great fear of propane tanks and go in that direction.
But this grill says it only needs 15 charcoal briquettes. Fifteen! I don’t think even I can set the neighborhood on fire with that. I even bought charcoal. And barbeque tools.
I am excited. I want to cook something! Something meaty. Maybe some yummy burgers, or sausages, or steak. Probably burgers or sausages. And I saw a recipe for grilled artichokes that looked pretty tasty. This is going to be so awesome.
Oh, and one other thing. If anybody knows what the heck this giant plant is, let me know. Thanks
So here we are on Memorial Day weekend. Time to think about summer and going to the pool and grilling up some hamburgers. Except, I don’t have a grill. This is a problem. I want a grill. I need a grill. And I will have a grill.
The question is, what kind? Do I go with propane, or charcoal? Both have their pros and cons.
Propane grills, for example, are easy to light and they heat up quick. Perfect for grilling up a few burgers or sausages after work. And there are no open flames (usually) to worry about, or charcoal to futz around with. So those are the pros. On the other hand a great big tank of propane is heavy, highly flammable, and it scares my pants off. I am afraid I will turn my patio into a smoking crater. Those would be the cons in case you are keeping track.
So, okay if the idea of messing around with propane gives me the heebie jeebies maybe a nice charcoal grill is the way to go. The food tastes better, it smells great and there is no giant, possibly explodey tank of propane hanging around.
On the other hand (cons again) you have to light charcoal on fire, and sometimes the flames are quite spectacular. I am not crazy about this idea either. Plus there is the whole waiting for the coals to be ready thing, and the futzing around with the old coals when your done. What if I set the dumpster on fire with my old coals?
As you can see, I am a great big scaredy-chicken and both options make me nervous. So I just need to decide which option is less terrifying, hike up my skirts and get on with things.
Since I am paralyzed by indecision, I am taking a poll. Which would you choose if you were a big scaredy-chicken who wants a grill?