When I was growing up my mom would sometimes get tired around 7 at night if she had a busy day. So instead of relaxing or maybe going to bed early, she would go shopping or find some task to do until it was the Appropriate Bed Time For Adults. I used to make fun of her for this, but fate, that fickle bitch, decided to pass that trait on to me.

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Ian is sitting behind me playing Civilization and he just yelled at the computer about evil vampire lords and then followed up the rant with, "fucking cattle".

Where was I? Oh yes... bedtime. So, I have been SEVERELY productive and very active today. I exercised, bought groceries, handed out 2.5 million neighborhood newsletters, made dinner, and decided the new blanket I'm knitting is a pain and I'll knit something else. It's 6:30 and my boyfriend Anthony Bourdain isn't on yet for another half hour. I could just sit and read and relax - but no. I feel like I have to be doing something.

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Ian yells, "I KNEW IT!!! YOU SCUM!! OH YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT IT. OH YEAH. OK. GUESS WHAT FUCKTARD...."

Ahem. So I've had dinner and now I'm trying to figure out what to do. I think I did too much today and now I'm all wound up. Maybe I need more wine. Yes, that's it. Wine. Good.

Some people want a "do over" button. I want a reset button. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me or if the stars are not aligned properly but I have felt off this whole week. I feel like I've had one foot here and another foot floating off in space. I've also felt like I'm going to have a breakdown at any moment but it just won't come. I think my main problem is that I haven't exercised much this week due to feeling off so that means my hormones are messed up. I shall fix that next week.

I have a nice three day weekend coming up so I'm hoping to re-charge a battery or eight. Ian and I are going to go to the coast for a day so I can throw offerings into the ocean and find my balance. argent93 gave me a present around Yule and told me I needed to go to the ocean. I'm long overdue.

I started on a new knit project this week and it's a reminder that I'm still not a seasoned knitter. It's going to be a nice blanket when it's done but I have to knit with four pieces of yarn at a time and it took me a while to get the hang of it. I started over three or four times. Ugh.

I promised to make Ian some cookies this week (my valentine's day present to him) and I still have to move my folded clothes back into my closet. The yard also needs some serious work. All I want to do is jump into the ocean.

Ugh.

The weekend is almost over and for once I feel at peace. I don't feel like I need more sleep or need just one more day. We were productive and lazy all at the same time and it feels good.

New Year's was fun (as you can read from Ian's blog). We don't go out for New Year's because we don't want to deal with drunks and cops. It much easier to stay home and drink too much. I made a nice roasted chicken for dinner along with mashed potatoes and sautéed mushrooms. After the kitchen was cleaned (and Ian pranced around the house with the mop) we played drunken Scrabble only to quit when we realized we had scrabbled ourselves into a corner and couldn't play any more words. Then it was drunken Rampage on our ancient Nintendo system. We always manage to kick each other in the groin more than we destroy buildings.

Today we had our annual New Year's Day Tradition of dim sum. We met up with the No'Po' gang and ate Fong Chong out of house and home. Not really, but it was soooo good. I have a picture I took of my plate after I had eaten mostly everything. I might post it but it looks really disgusting to the untrained eye. One of the things I only ate part of looked like a deflated jelly fish.

We did a lot of de-cluttering of the house and some cleaning this weekend. The house feels good. The laundry is almost done and all is right in the world.

Ian is sleeping off a migraine and there are muffins baking in the oven. I am drinking coffee and contemplating reading the Sunday NY Times. The house is quiet albeit messy and needs a good scrubbing.

I feel a sense of peace around me on this second day of winter. There's no more hurrying or worrying. I don't have any presents to buy or plan or think about. The weather man has not predicted any STORMS and I don't have to worry about 80-below wind chills.

We went over to spirit_dragon's haus last night for Yule fun, food and presents. We ate way too much of the good pork loin and had a great time. For me, it's not Yule until I can sit in spirit_dragon's backyard around a burning cauldron of "white man's fire". There's just something very peaceful about it that I look forward to each year. Ian received the best present EVAR. A military voodoo doll (complete with pins!). I think he enjoyed it a bit too much. I took a picture of him with his doll and will post it later. The ritual was beautiful and everything just felt right.

Today we HAVE to clean the house and then it's over to a friend's house for dinner. I should probably buy groceries at some point. I'm not sure what we're doing tomorrow but Tuesday is Lunch/Dinner at another friend's house. After the holiday season is over I am not going to eat for at least a month. LOL

The in-laws are back in AZ and all is right in the world.

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Work has been incredibly slow this week which has been sort of nice. It's allowed me to dink with the website a little and get it to where I can go in and change things when they finally make a decision on the company colors, etc.

I have the makings of a cold lingering on the edges. I've been battling it with lots of liquids and eccanasia and it seems to be keeping it on the edges. Everyone at work has been sick so I'm not surprised this is going after me. I can't get sick. Ian's parents are coming tomorrow and we have very important wine tastings to attend, dammit!!!

In my boredom I was perusing news sites (dangerous I know) and read about Mike Huckabee's Views On Gays. I told my co-worker I was very concerned about contracting AIDS from him. I mean I HAVE been working with him for 7 years and YOU JUST NEVER KNOW when AIDS could be lurking in the corner of the room. We had a good laugh.

Speaking of dumb people, we have this guy who comes into our office I'd say at least once a month asking us for moorage information. He asks the same questions over and over and I think we've given him enough brochures to wallpaper his house. I feel for him because I think he's lonely but I wish he'd get out of my hair. I'm always nice to him but after a while I have to pretend I'm busy so he'll leave.. like I did just now. Blargh!

And finally, I have to say that our New Bed is wonderful. I'm not sure how we lived w/o a king-sized bed this long. Grendel has managed to hog the bed from us even though there is miles and miles of space. Quite the talent.

Every so often when I'm sitting on the futon watching trash TV, I wish my life was a little busier and I had more projects. Sometimes the universe listens and hands me a plate full of projects and tasks to make my life busier. Like this week.

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