Meanwhile... (this post was started early Christmas morning)...

This'll be a first for me...

What I'm gonna do is keep on writing (apparently), but put it to draft til later.
And, instead of seperate posts, I'm just gonna keep coming back to this one and I'll just put what time it is under each new section.
Maybe a wavy line ~~~~~~~~~~ between them.

Anyway, I am just now getting the stupid house cleaned again.

Still haven't baked the (4 different kinds of) cookies yet, but I do have the oven preheated already for whenever I do manage to get to it (next week).

Meanwhile, here's a list so I can at least try to do this in some kind of organized fashion...

Laundry

In the kitchen
Finish straightening up.
Bake the cookies
Cat boxes
Vacuum
Mop

In the front room
Cat boxes
Straighten
Vacuum

In the living room
Cat boxes
Straighten
Vacuum

In some room
Wrap presents

Out of all this, I think the cookies will be last on the list.
Can't keep 'em from burning and shit by being distracted by other shit.

So, get all the house shit done, then, maybe get a shower and be in my clean and soft flannel jammies while I bake cookies and people wake up and come in from work and alla that?

Yeah, sure.
Why not?

And, ya know... for once, the list of shit I've already gotten done is almost as long as the list of shit I need to do.

Just getting all the damned silverware washed took for-fuckin'-EVER, Ihatesilverware.

Most of the "ugh" crap is done.
Thank Gawd.

In other news, wouldja like to know "Reason # 9,162,502 why it is that Joisey sucks?

Some jerkweed in either Vineland or Bridgeton, both their own kinda cesspools those two towns are, stole a buncha tools off George's truck yesterday.

Nice, huh?

I'm pretty sure he has alternate versions of most of what was taken, but one thing, at least, was new... his jigsaw.

I hope whoever took his shit pulls a ma-ajor "Tim Taylor" moment and lops off a limb.
Assholes.

And, have I ever mentioned that I love the character Perry Cox, on Scrubs?

Well, I do.

So much so, that every time he gets going verbally, as I sit, grinning, listening to him, I wish there was a person anywhere in my life that I knew who was like that.

I absolutely love the intelligence and confidence level he has to be able to do what he does so well.
And, funny...
Lord...

I like the guy who plays him too and I do know his name, but I can't think of it right now.
But, I have the guy in another movie... he's a lawyer in the Von Stein murder case in Smallwood, NC.
Happened back in the early 90's.
The book is called Cruel Doubt.
The movie might be too...
Anyway, that guy is Jim Vosburgh in the movie.

He's kinda cute, in a quirky way, in that movie, but you couple his "cute" with that ascerbic wit and I'm floored...

*coupla seconds later*

Okay.
Jr. just went out to milk.
Sr. is back in bed.
George is probably asleep too, at his Mom's house, soooo...

Once The Stepford Wives is over in the kitchen, I can switch to the CD player and get some good old heart rate increasing rock and ROLL goin' 'round heah.

Little Def Lep.
Some Eddie Money.
Little bit o'the Monkees...

Yeah.
Gonna have fun while I get this done.

And, oh yeah, shit...
James Brown is dead.
73 years old.
Went into the hospital last night, died quarter of two this morning.
R.I.P., Godfather...

Back later...
(4:43am)

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Okay.
It's about 20 of 11 and everything except mopping the kitchen floor, baking the cookies and wrapping the presents is done

I re-eally don't feel like doing 6200 "strike" tags, so... just picture it that way, okay?

What I'm about to do now is go get the shit outta my trunk, wrap it, grab a shower and then, I guess, we're opening stuff.

After that, I have half an idea about baking cookies and yes, the oven is still on.

So, since my cigarette is done, so am I.

I shall return.

Hope everybody is having a great Christmas, too...

Peace
(10:44am)

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Oh, the best laid plans of mice and ME.

I did okay up to and through opening the presents, then, Sr. convinced me to go to sleep for a while.
(I was crosseyed by then...)

So, I went to sleep for a little ibt, got up, wrapped George's stuff and he just got home and opened it, so that worked out well.

Now, all I hafta do is the baking (of myself and cookies and shit), my nails and the rest of the wash.

Other than that, I'm done everything.
Except... by the time I really get done everything, it'll be time to start over again...

And, do you know what?

I have YET to see the NatLamp Christmas movie or the "you'll shoot yer eye out" one, either.

I have 'em both on either DVD or tape, but... what do I, Miss Twisted, have in two out of the three "players" on the TV's around here?

Helter Skelter playing endlessly in the bedroom upstairs and The Stand going in the kitchen.

Murder and death and the end of the world.

That says something about me and I don't think I wanna know what.

(And, I'm not even in any kinda bad mood...)

Well, okay then...
The guys just started Sr.'s new DVD of John Wayne's The Cowboys.
This maaaaakes about 32 times today that this particular feature has been "aired", soooo... I think I'mina toddle off to the kitchen and bake something.
And cookies.

Back later again...
(9:22pm)

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Pft.
By 10p, they were all in bed.
That didn't take long, did it?

Since I had the place to myself again, I went into the cookie business.

Peanut butter are done.
As are the oatmeal raisin.

I have the batter made for Sr.'s Special Dark toll house, but the nimrod done et all but about 40 of the chips I had, so now I gotta go to the stupid store again.

I'm already dressed and I've got the CD player sittin' riiiight here, with Def Lep ready to go.

Gotta go get those chips and some other crap, too.

And, if I don't give up, if I do what I wanna do, I'll be making three kinds of tollhouse(s?).
His "special dark".
And, with walnuts and without.

So, that'll be five different kinds of cookies in one night.

Last load of laundry is washin' as I type, too.

And, I think I'm getting a cold that's being born in my sinuses.

'Bout two or three hours ago, I sneezed like I always do... one of those inverted, mostly held in, ear drum poppers.

Oh holy Jeezus...

Felt like I shoved an arrow into the back of my nose.
Stayed that way for a while, too.
Also, I've been blowing my nose more than I ever have any guy, so ya know that can't be good.
In fact, Puffs are on my list for the store...

Still haven't done much more to my nails than look at them with a mixture of disgust and sorrow for the state they're currently in.

They look fine at a glance, but I know which ones have what problems because I can feel it.

Maybe once I get back from the store and get that last load of clothes into the dryer I'll work on my nails between cookie sheet rotations.
I'll have about 6 or 7 minutes each time...

Anyway...
at some point, I have a coupla emails to answer.
I'm still thinking about one of them... kinda surprising.
The point is, if I don't get to them while it's light out, I will get to them when I get up.
(Which, if things go the way they have been lately, oughta be around 6pm or so. I keep going to bed at friggin' noon and sleeping til around 6p. I am so BACKWARDS.)

So, I think that's everything....

Oh, except... what I said about the emails?
Same goes for Gut Rumbles.
If I don't do it some time today while it's still "day", I'll get to it first thing when I get up.

I really, truly and to the DEPTHS OF MY SOUL wanna get all these kinds of cookies done and outta my head.
Tired of hearing me nag myself about 'em.

And, on that note, I'm outta here.
Back later.

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 07:07 AM

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