State of the me

This isn't my favorite time of year, at all. I've gone on record about that more than once and I like to think that I've included enough reasons why... but it also sucks because I enjoy the weather at this time of year. I guess it's nice that the universe spaces the suckiness out.
Winter is for stressing me the fuck out as I worry about people getting really sick or things going wrong that cost a bazillion dollars to fix. Spring is for allergies, tourism hell, and tornado worries. Summer is hotter than hell and frequently has housing issues of some sort, Fall brings joy but also crushing disappointment and usually another financial kick to the teeth, plus the continuation of weather worry. *Fluttershy yay*

Winter also has pretty nice weather here because we don't ~do~ winter really and when we do the city shuts down and it's lovely. Also, it's the one time of year the bugs aren't everywhere, usually. Spring has flowers, rain, and blustery days. Summer has my birthday, swimming, and thunderstorms. Fall has fucking Halloween and the minuscule hope that this will be the year we experience fall weather properly.

*shrug*

This staycation is probably the first where I didn't actually have any concrete plans for what to do while I was off beyond try not to think too much on Sunday. I can tell you I didn't have "mourn Luke Perry" scheduled for Monday at all, though I must admit that when news of his stroke broke and then things just went so very quiet after that, my hopes weren't super high considering Dad's issues. :/

It's weird because when I was little, and even a little older and was in my 90210 phase, the guy next door had multiple strokes over the years and and it was one of those things I thought of as kind of like an adult cold. It wasn't great and you'd be better without having one, but it wasn't a big, earth shattering THING. How could it be, when this guy was able to go through them and be basically fine and back to telling kids to get off his lawn in no time? The joys of growing up in a neighborhood filled with old people, I guess. Totally skews with your perception of certain things.

But Death? You could maybe find better targets than former teen idols who didn't seem to ever really become giant jackholes. There are far more deserving targets.

Sigh.


As my childhood suffered two crushing losses (Mona from Who's The Boss also died recently) I turned to retail therapy and finally got around to buying some KL polish now that they're going out of business. I'd originally just planned to see what colors they had left and had come out with since the initial launch (that, if memory serves, didn't really do much for me color wise) and then I made a critical error and found Yzma. The name alone meant I would probably be buying but that color is pretty much my biggest weakness currently.

So then four other polishes fell into my cart (though not Medusa, which I'd originally planned on getting and then somehow wound up not buying? Past!me has some explaining to do) because you know what else was beautiful? To The Stars even though I can't find the swatches that convinced me to throw it into the cart first. Weird. I know why I'd never really pulled the trigger on the polishes before: the price. Also, really, the first wave of the line did nothing for me and I was going to wait for reviews on the formula/brush. And then I just never remembered to check back in, though I did hear amazing things about the formula/brush. Shame because some of those sold out colors are beautiful. I'll be keeping an eye on Lights Lacquer to see if that ever gets up off the ground. And I might go back in for other colors, depending on the car. Because sale price plus an additional 10% off and free shipping is enough to sway me. I also might not because cute as KL is, some of those colors aren't for me and who knows what'll be left the next time I look.



Yesterday I decided to channel my annoyance and grief into something productive and I tackled the dishes. If you've never shared a sink with a teenage boy, I do not recommend it. You'll find half the sink, go off to read or relax a bit while dishes dry, and then come back to a mountain of dishes that are so gross you want to die. So you try and tackle that and in the time it takes to get through half of that, he's gone through all your clean dishes and somehow found more super gross ones and nearly glued them all together with honey mustard and salt and basically what I'm saying is it was not pleasant. And despite telling anyone who would listen that I was not tackling the side of doom I... tackled the side of doom. Our sink is in thirds, with the garbage disposal in the middle (which currently doesn't work again) and a left and ride side. Unless EVERYONE manages to stay on it, one side will fall into disarray and then the weeping begins. But I tackled that and won. Mostly. Now I'm getting the enchilada stuff clean so no one puts it in the sink to "soak" and then never comes back for it. Did it. Debating going for cleaning the rest of the kitchen. Also debating actually tackling my doll closet or just grabbing a blanket and watching TV with the cat.


Oh! Widget had his wisdom teeth removed yesterday and when his mom brought him back (I will say that for all the shit she doesn't do, she is pretty good with getting him to and from dental visits) he was soooo out of it but determined to get his TV and Xbox to take back to her place. Yeah, she had to go up after him and get the TV and I grabbed the Xbox, then helped him downstairs when his reaction to, "you go back to leaning on the wall" was to slump over on the floor and then kind stare at the wall. I get why people film their kids when they're whacked out after dental stuff. :P