Okay, Sunday nights aren't normally for Six-Packs, but after this week in particular, and the fact that I'm woefully out of bloggy routine, what the hell. There's a full moon, too, so why not?
1. I really, really miss blogging on a regular basis. So many of my vents and rants take place here, that when I don't get them off my chest, it comes to meltdown status. Not weepy, sobby meltdowns, but gripey, bitchy radioactive snarkiness that could bubble over at any point. Right now that's directed at family members. We have always been somewhat squabbly and quirky, I'll give you that, but since Edna's death, we put the FUN in dysfunction. Actually, I continually have to remind myself that things aren't worse since her death--the things that are screwed up were that way long before she was even sick...but it's her absence that makes it seem worse. I won't go into details, but there are members of my immediate family that need a swift kick in the ass reminder that family isn't just about traditions and holidays, but also about the nitty gritty and about being there for the not-so-pleasant stuff. And yes, sometimes it involves inconvenience and changing one's plans, but SO WHAT? It's coming from both sides right now, too, which doesn't help.
2. I'm in love with several household appliances...my Scentsy warmer and the Nook. Well, let me clarify...I'm in love with one Scentsy warmer and one Better Homes warmer (read that, cheap Walmart knockoff). My house smells like oatmeal cookies and gingerbread, and it's certainly not because I'm baking. And it smells like that DAILY, not just when company's coming over and I light the candles. It's no small feat in a house like this, either...when you combine 200 year-old house smells with a crotchety old cat who can no longer consistently aim into the litterbox and the fact that I'm a laissez-faire housekeeper, it's a small miracle.
3. The Nook Tablet we got for Christmas is my new favorite thing, but like all things--when I do something, I sort of do it obsessively. So, I've downloaded about 76 books since Christmas Day, and I take personal pride in the fact that I've only paid about ten dollars total for books. I'm on a quest for every free Nook book there is...so I not only check out Cheap e-Reads, NookJr, and NookTeen on Facebook for the new finds, but I personally search daily for the freebies. I already have more books than I can possibly read (and even some that I know I'll never read, but I grabbed them "just in case.") It's a family Nook, but we might have to add a little brother or sister to the family just so we can read the books we have and also play Angry Birds and update Twitter. I'm really just waiting for the implants into our brains/eyes so that we can be connected 24/7. Kidding, I think.
4. College basketball season is in full swing...but unfortunately, our team is not. I need a win soon, because even though I'll keep watching and cheering, my optimism is waning. In the past, I could go to games just to go, and have fun, and be pleasantly surprised when we won...but I got used to winning MOST of the time, and that's not happening now. My Dukes are struggling, and although I'm not calling for the coach's head on a plate like some other "loyal" fans, I really, really want something to turn around. I'm too emotional about it to be a good fan, though, because I worry too much about players' feelings being hurt, or whether they're discouraged by the losses. Okay, maybe I'm too much of a GIRL about it. :-P
5. I have had bronchitis/laryngitis/sinusitis for what seems like forever. It actually dates back to before Thanksgiving when I had strep throat and tonsillitis. I'm sick of being hoarse and coughing, and I should probably go back to the doctor, but there just isn't time. Between basketball games, Andrew's karate classes, afterschool homework club, faculty meetings, sick and post-surgical parents, a house that's too flipping big and doesn't clean itself, and...oh yeah, and SLEEP...I just can't make the time appear. So I suffer, and sound terrible, and uggggh.
6. Andrew spontaneously requested going to his grammy's for a sleepover next weekend, so we're planning a (gasp) night out. We'll start, of course, by watching our team get pummeled win at home, then hopefully we'll head out on the town, if we can manage to stay awake past 10 p.m. It's really sad, and probably a sign of old age, when it sounds like too much effort to go out and I'd just rather come home, snuggle up with the Nook and a snack, and get a solid twelve hours of night's sleep.