It hurts to be a giraffe

I want to write. It feels weird to not have written for a week. But I have done NOTHING. My life is rather boring to me lately, so I don’t want to bore you with that. I like my life, don’t get me wrong, I just feel like I don’t really… do anything. It would be different, better, if I had something that could potentially become something. Like writing stories, but I have really lost my weird ramble. Or drawing, which I’ve never been good at. Or raising children, but we can’t really afford that yet. I wish I didn’t care about that, like some people who just breed because they can.

So what have I done this past week….

Saturday. There was a church fair thing just down the road, so we were kinda trapped from 9-3. The entire part of Main Street, right outside our door, completely full of cars. We went to the post office (opposite direction) and then walked to the church and we overtook so many cars. At the fair, there was nothing good. It was all baby clothes, toys, and baked goods that looked gross (and I KNOW I can make tastier things) so Jake got a meatball sub and we went home. Once the traffic was moving again, we went grocery shopping and bought a LOT of stuff. The good part about that, a week later and our fridge is still chock full of awesome things.

Sunday. Umm…. ha, I shall cheat and use Jake’s memory book for this! Hmm… as I thought. All we did was go to CostCo. Got a massive pile of cereal. Pretty much identical to this stack we bought a few months ago, but with a box of ramen on top. We go through a LOT of cereal. It was nice to get out, and it didn’t feel like errand-running because I (finally) made a new cd for the car so it was fun not knowing the exact order of the tracks like we do with every other cd in the car. Plus, a good portion of the songs Jake had NEVER heard, so that was fun.

Monday. I cleaned like crazy. Like, wiping the walls kind of crazy. The back room was stinking of compost, and there was nothing that I could find that could be making that smell. I also super-cleaned the kitchen, because the smell was getting in there too, so I thought -even though it was weaker there – that it might have been coming from something there. And I did the bathroom, because that is always a gross room. By the time I was done I couldn’t smell the composty smell anymore, but that’s because all I could smell was vinegar, thanks to my cleaning solution. The smell was still there that night, but seems to have gone now. I still don’t know what was going on with that.

Tuesday. On Jake’s lunch-break, we went for a little drive. Jake had gotten a letter calling him for jury duty, so we had to go to his doctor’s office to pick up a letter saying he has a condition excluding him from jury duty permanently. Very easy to obtain, so that was good. Still took his entire lunch break. Once home, I made burger patties and 2 curry chicken pot pies. Looking at the recipe, I just realised I left out the salt/pepper/parsley. Still good though. I like to make 2 pot pies, because then we can throw one in the freezer for quick meal some other time. Very easy recipe to double, except I don’t double the amount of chicken in it. Doesn’t really need as much as the recipe calls for.

Wednesday. I did nothing. NOTHING. We had toasted sandwiches for dinner and they were tasty. But that doesn’t count as something, Jake makes them. I slice cheese and tomato. Woo.

Thursday. Again, nothing. Had pot pie for dinner. Did an experiment, made my hair smell like cinnamon. Still does 24 hours later.

Friday… is not over. More nothing. My neck hurts, I think I slept weird. Hurts to look up. I told Jake to stop making me be a giraffe. He’s so tall. Although he’s not THAT tall compared to me, but when a slight up motion is ow, yeah, he’s tall.

I don’t think we’ve even been for a walk this week. Maybe once. So lazy. I imagine the next week is going to go by really slowly. My mum is going to be here on Sunday the 27th, and that is really exciting and I can’t wait to see her. So therefore time is going to be SLOOOW.

Hmm… that’s a fair amount of words. Must stop typing and get dressed in going-outside clothes. Once Jake is home from work we have to go to the barber. And go grocery shopping, we have a massive list – OJ and milk. heh