- : :Chuck grabs my arm & starts gnawing on it::
- Me: "What are you doing?"
- Chuck: "I'm a squirrel!"
- Me: "You're an awful slobbery squirrel."
- Chuck: "It's squirrel lotion!" ::starts rubbing his spit into my arm::
- Me: "..."
And Then Chuck Died
- Me: Really, Chuck? All the lights are on. Even the lamps. In both stories of the apartment.
- Chuck: (pointing at the single light in the apartment not on) That one's not on.
- Me: ...
Sorry it’s been so long since I posted anything - I’ve been super busy Grinchmas-fying the apartment and trying to start working. So in the meantime, here’s a picture of the gingerbread “cookies” I made for C’s mom’s dog, Winnie. Here’s the recipe if you’d like to make some for your own pooch!
Ingredients:
- 1.5 cups whole wheat flour
- 1.5 cups white flour
- 0.5 cup creamy peanut butter
- 1 cup water
- 2 tbsp vegetable oil
Directions:
- Preheat oven to 350 degrees
- Combine oil, PB, & water
- Add flour to mixture one cup at a time, mixing as you go
- Knead dough into ball and roll out to 1/4 inch thick
- Cut into 3 inch pieces or use cookie cutter to make shapes
- Place pieces on ungreased cookie sheet
- Bake for 20 minutes
Sasha really enjoyed when I made these for her, so I’m sure your dog will too. :)
Mushroom & Swiss burgers taste like communism, Heather.
—@hipsterchuck
He Makes All the Sense
- Chuck: I'm cold.
- Me: You're sitting on a fleece blanket.
- Chuck: ...
- Me: And you're drinking a milkshake.
- Chuck: I never said I was logical!
and then i made unpacking my bish. kinda.
So… remember the sheer madness of the second bedroom the other day? I made that room my bish. I’m completely through unpacking aside from about 4 or 5 boxes of books that I have no place to put. In a stroke of genius, I pulled my Psycho shower curtain out of the bathroom closet and hung it up on this nifty shelf. BAM! Magically, I hid all the stupid boxes of books and made a backdrop for my Oasis chair. (C calls this chair the Oasis Chair because he says it looks like a chair that was in one of their videos.)
Ultimately, I’d like to make a comfy reading nook involving lots and lots of pillows, but for now, the Oasis Chair & the Psycho curtain will do. I’d really like for this room to be a kind of sanctuary for both me & C to relax… somewhere for me to read or craft, for him to podcast, and for us to listen to music. Eventually, I’ll move one of the record players and possibly C’s stereo in here for that purpose.
Speaking of crafts, I hung up my unfinished robot project that I’ve been working on for the past billion years in hopes of being inspired to finish it. Unfortunately, I left some parts I wanted to put on it in my sister’s car. That’s awesome. And by awesome, I mean not at all. I hope I can get them the next time I go home. In the meantime… ROBOT!
The desk is looking a bit… “girly,” I believe is what C called it. I’ve got to work with what I’ve got, though, so “girly” is what he gets. It’s not like I’ve spent the last six years of my life wandering around and purchasing gender neutral desk supplies. Jeez. See also: don’t judge me for my mini Christmas tree. I’m ready for Grinchmas and am itching to decorate. This and a Santa hat on my ceramic skull are the concessions to it not “being time” to decorate.
It’s been a trying couple of weeks trying to get everything in order so I can feel settled, but it’s coming together. Speaking of, I need to go call & confirm my “interview” for Friday.
<3
and sometimes i chat with high school friends
- David: WORLD ENDAGE IS UPON US
- Heather: I MUST HAVE ALL THE TACOS
- David: I CLAIM THE PINK ONES
- Heather: THEY'RE ALL YOURS
- David: MATTHEW CLAIMS THE BROWN ONES BECAUSE HE DOESN'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE
- Heather: ALTHOUGH I THINK THIS IS FAIRLY INACCURATE, I'M ALSO OKAY WITH THIS
- David: good
- it is settled
- Heather: I'm glad I can stop using CAPS now.
- Well... except for when I just typed CAPS. Just now. >.>
- David: OH NOEZ ITS A NEVER ENDING CYCLE
- Heather: I'LL NEVER STOP USING THE CAPS
- OHGODFLAILYETIFLAILHAMS
- David: me either... CRAP... wait...
- Heather: One day, we'll get out of this NEVER. ENDING. CYCLE.
- David: oh my god... i think i broke the cycle....
- NEVERMIND I DIDNT
- Heather: So close and then... BAM! CAPS!
- David: shit happens... then you DIE
- Heather: And then we get back to baby Jesus. WTG.
- And CAPS, apparently. Damn.
Sister: “Heather, you know they won’t buy the milk when they can get the bull for free.”
Me: “I think you just called me a massively large male cow.
Unpacking Sucks.
Unpacking has been such a great pain in the butt. A lot of thought and process has to go into unpacking, planning where to place things, and basically setting up my new life here in Illinois. I’ve been staring these boxes down for the past week & finally brought myself to tackle the second bedroom in the apartment, which has been housing the majority of the madness.
The madness:
It looks bad, doesn’t it? I know. It’s horrible. This move has been a complete disaster and I’ve been putting off seriously tackling the unpacking because of it. (Well… that and my amazing skills at procrastinating.) I simply cannot wait until these boxes are out of our lives.
I hope things will be back to normal when I start working (hopefully soon!) & get into a routine. I hate living like this and will be happy when I’m not living out of a suitcase.
With that being said, I am happy to be here and starting my new life with C. It’s been an adventure and I hope to have some good news on the work front on Friday.
And then I had a milkshake for breakfast. Because I’m an adult & that’s what adults do. Bad adults.
