playin’ cookie

Because I keep coming here to write something…anything..and just end up staring into the blinking icon at the bottom of my screen…

I want to hold my hands over my eyes.

But I stare at the blinking cursor now…

And the colors yellow, black and white…

I will start of with the start of my day. It started just like every other day, cursing the air because I have to get out of bed. Then being tortured by my reflection in the mirror, then the cold, and then the number. Moving along in the morning is difficult, and hen I am finally walking out of the door, all I want to do is walk right back in, walk to my bed, then lie back down. But if I’m going to start with the start of my day, then I can’t do that. My only choice is to continue to walk out the door and get into my car and leave. While doing all of that, I want to hold my hands over my eyes.

Each morning is the same…in case you were wondering.

But now I can move on…

This morning before I got to the kid’s house, I stopped to buy something to drink. (b/c heaven forbid I dont have a drink to carry with me) When  got to the counter to pay, I realized I didn’t have my wallet. I felt like an idiot.

I was trying to get the kids to move along and finish their morning routines, but that plan was stunted by Evelyn. I assumed she was getting dressed for school in her room, just as she does every morning, but after a few long minutes, I found out that my assumptions were wrong. She opened her door, still in her pjs, and said, "look what I just did" She points to the floor of her bedroom…..and glitter…..she sprinkled gold glitter all over her floor…no fairy dusted her whole damn floor. Needless to say, I was not as thrilled as she was. I could only shake my head, because this is something I would have done if I were seven. Have you ever tried cleaning up glitter? It’s a pain in the ass, it clings to everything. I came out glittery, Evelyn came out glittery, Warren came out glittery, and I’m pretty sure the cat came out glittery. The rags I used to clean up her fairy dust instalation were coated in glitter, and I had to leave a pile of glitter in the middle of the floor because by this time, we were now running behind. We made it to school on time, but not by much.

After that, I did what I wanted to do in the first place, I went back home, walked in the door, and crawled back in bed because doing anything else seemed like an awful idea. Forget the fact that there were other things to do, bed topped them all….nothing seemed more important. I proved myself correct when I didn’t get out of bed until almost 1pm. By that time, anything else that needed to be accomplished was no longer important because there was no time left to do it. However, I always seem to find time to do stuff that I should not be doing. and thats just what I did after I got out of bed.

I have been doing a lot of that lately, and its quite pathetic. Its such a waste of time, I know that, but then Yarnie says its the best way to spend my time. And as far as my time goes, I spend much of it plaesing the monster. There for I don’t have much me time. The sad part is, is that I knowingly continue to give my time away. The hard part is, is trying to break that cycle. Its just that its so much easier to give my time away, there is no effort. But it takes a whole lot of energy to try and get my time back. I suppose that makes me lazy.

Another day gone, another entry started but never finished…I think I will finish it now.

I spent a lot of time in the book store today.

I went to the book store after I finally got myself to leave the house. After I engaged, and after I had my daily morning melt down of hating myself.

After work, my sister and I went out. I have said this before, and I will say it again, this is never a good thing. We do random shit, end up at random places….like peir 1 imports, where I dropped and broke a ceramic elephant salt and pepper shaker…only the elephants ass remained, and then I just felt like an ass. It got worse when someone had to come and clean up the broken pieces with a broom (they didn’t look so thrilled) I offered to pay for it, but they let me go with just a warning…well more of a look of warning. I’m sure they were just glad to see me leave the store. I ended up buying an ornament for myself…a colorful christmas tree thing. I bought Evelyn a glittery ornament, and I’m hoping the glitter stays on the ornament, and then I bought my brother in law a mini kimono to dress a desired liquor bottle of his choice. I wanted to buy a whole lot more…like a cat buddah statue, a cool hangy chair thing, a giraffe statue, a metal chicken statue, an aligator stuffy, a pretty mask ornament, a big huge leaf pen, some super awesome pillows…just to name a few things. Its a good thing I’m poor.

Why the hell was I even picking up an elephant salt shaker anyway? Thats what I want to know. Was it that fascinating? Or was it becuase pier 1 has many neat things to see and touch??

Actually, I have an eyeball salt shaker. I have it because it reminded me of The Crawling Eye!!

Today my little sister told me that she thought the word hookie (as in skipping out on school or work) was cookie. There for when she got to leave school for whatever reason, she was playing cookie. And then she tought the word hookie was a hickie.

So here is my question, if cookie means hookie, and hookie means hickie, then what does hickie mean?

I am going to try do do something that is pretty hard for me to do, and thats watching a movie. For many, watching a movie is an effortless activity, but for me??….it takes a lot of effort.