{365.52} I am Deprived of Popcorn

Ugh, the keyboard of my laptop is so cold that I don’t want to touch it! But I have to write my blog entry, so I’m doing it anyway T-T

As you can see in today’s photo, David assembled my birds-on-a-wire photo display for me. The odd thing was that we were missing an adhesive for the last bird, so that one isn’t on the wall. Oh, and sorry for the cluttered desk, I honestly haven’t sat there for some time now since I’m spoiled and have two to choose from. This desk was built into the apartment’s floor plan, and I already had a computer desk, but David didn’t want this little nook so I took it over instead. Anyway, I think my photo display turned out really cute.

Now that I’ve explained this picture, it’s time for me to share my horrible experience NOT getting popcorn at Target this evening. We had gone to buy David’s brother-in-law a birthday card (more on this later), but when I went to go buy myself a bag of popcorn… THERE WAS NO ONE AT THE COUNTER. I waited, and I waited, and I paced and made impatient sighing noises, but other Target employees who were passing by would just breeze on past me without even asking if I needed anything! What does a girl have to do for a bag of $1.25 popcorn??? I mean, come on! Cashiers were standing idly at their registers, the store security was chatting with probably one of the supervisors up at the front, and I am pretty sure at least several of these people saw me waiting to be noticed. I could hear sounds coming from the back, indicating that work was indeed being done — just not the work involving SERVING CUSTOMERS. It was only around 7:30, they weren’t closed yet and all their lights were still on with food still on display. What the heck! After getting fed up with waiting and no one caring, I left. I’ve noticed that this happens a lot at the Target near our house. I often see the counter unsupervised whenever I glance over, which annoys me because if you’re going to work on something in the back, you guys should at least try to check every once in a while if anyone is waiting. Inferior customer service makes me mad.

And also, for the fourth time in a row, I did not get to have popcorn at Target! Foiled again! How unlucky. The universe strives to give me an intervention for my popcorn habit. Next they’re going to take away peanut butter, my Nook, Sims 3, amazon.com, and the solitaire app on my phone. Don’t think I haven’t figured out your plan, Universe!!!! *shakes fist, cries about popcorn*

Oh, and here’s the final blow for the night: apparently my husband doesn’t know how to spell my name!!!!!! No, don’t attempt to punish him for this heinous crime; I already threw the card, gift card, envelope and pen at him when I read what he’d written inside and realized he’d signed it, “Poala and David.” REALLY, DAVID?? No popcorn, AND I married someone who loses the ability to spell my name correctly when stricken with drowsiness. You should be able to spell Paola with an O even in your sleep! Readers, note where he was going to write, “To be fair, I was very tired,” but wrote, “I am not allowed to write an excuse,” instead because I was about to write on his eyeball with a fine tip Sharpie. And I know you read this, David I-can’t-spell-my own-wife’s-name Lancaster, so see below where I have recorded this for posterity. In the future, I will be able to point to that horrendous day when popcorn was withheld from me and you forgot how to spell my name. Which does NOT rhyme with Koala OR Crayola!!!!! (And yes, we still mailed this card to Josh.)

…And if you comment with, “To be fair, I was very tired,” I will hide all your shoes and mismatch all your socks, then hide your favorite underwear so that all you’re left with are the sucky ones you try to avoid. And, I’ll wait until you’ve gone to sleep, tiptoe downstairs to your precious car, and leave a nice well-defined hand print on the driver’s side window for you to wake up to in the morning. DON’T THINK I WON’T DO IT.

 

{365.51} I Wish I Could Order Groceries Online

So when you go grocery shopping, do you ever notice that there are always the same kinds of people toiling alongside you? I mean, they can really be categorized if you pay attention. Now that I think about it, this is probably true of any kind of shopping you might be doing. Take a few moments to observe your fellow shoppers and see if you don’t notice the same patterns. No matter what day or what time I go to the grocery store, I encounter them. There’s no escape!

Um, and if you discover that you can be labeled as one of these five, you better let me know. That way, we can never be grocery shopping at the same time, we’ll just synchronize this so that you go when I’m not there, and vice versa. Also, get away from me and my blog RIGHT NOW LOL.

Okay, I admit that this is mostly a list of irritations, big and small, that accompany grocery shopping. This could be because it takes me very nearly a full day to recover from this chore and regain my sunny outlook on life. It’s rare for me to get through a food-procuring expedition without coming away crabby and tense. I count this as reflecting on the true reasons why grocery shopping is high on my Most Hateful Chores list. Sure, I’m supposed to try being positive, and loving the world, and being forgiving of others, but this is my blog and if I want to shake my cane and rant about life… well, I shall. You can read more after the jump~

(…And today’s picture is of our fridge, along with its various pictures, magnets, and assorted David & Paola memorabilia because I couldn’t think of anything else to take a picture of that was sort of related to groceries. I thought about the pantry, but the lighting was terrible.)

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{365.50} I Write My 50th Blog Post

Well everyone, I wish I had something interesting to discuss for my 50th post… but I’m drawing a blank. Of course! Oh, and as you can see in today’s picture, we haven’t put my new bird-on-a-wire photo display up yet. We’ve had a truly lackadaisical weekend if there ever was one. I mean, sure, we did drive to Nellis and buy David some stuff he needed from the uniform shop, and I did get to have an amazing slice of pizza from Anthony’s in the food court, but I don’t think those can be counted as productive. I don’t think watching a Korean horror movie counts either, but it was a pretty good one. Okay, minus the part where she fired a gun from like five feet under water and the bullet actually burst through the bottom of a boat and killed someone. I’m no gun expert, but somehow I don’t think that would work in real life. Unless it was a spectral bullet fueled by the vengeful energy of the ghost whose body ended up at the bottom of the lake, in which case I’ll consider it to be more plausible. (How silly is it that the more plausible theory is one involving a ghost? Wow, Paola.) Also, in the movie, the main character is a former bestselling author who was accused of plagiarizing her latest book and then fell into a downward spiral of scandal and tragedy. I find it extremely hard to believe that her publishers could  fail to realize the book they were investing money into was plagiarized. In actuality, the books written by authors who are signed with big publishers are read and re-read by editors, or an entire editorial team, so I don’t really see how this happened. These anomalies shouldn’t discourage you from seeing the movie though, it’s on Netflix in the Foreign Horror category and it’s called Bestseller. We thought it was very well done, even with the occasional weirdness.

It’s been somewhat hard for me to believe that I’ve managed to blog for 50 straight days. That’s definitely a record for me. There may only be a handful of people who read this, but honestly I just write in it mostly for myself. I’m treating it as a digital scrapbook of 2012. This helps me feel less obligated to come up with something focused and concrete for every entry — if that was a requirement, I’d have dropped out by now. I like to have the freedom to say what I want, and if that means babbling (ahem… like possibly right now), well I’m just going to do it. Sorry guys~~

I usually make it my routine to write the day’s blog entry, take a short break (midnight snack!), and then start working on whatever chapter I’m on for this “novel” I will supposedly finish one day before I die. I’ve found that the blog entry serves as a pretty effective free-writing exercise to get me into the swing of things beforehand. Writing is a little easier to get started on when I warm up first on something like this. It’s also been a nice way to reflect on my day, and it gets me thinking of what I want to share or what happened during the day that stayed with me. There isn’t always something exciting to talk about, or anything new going on (as you have no doubt noticed… hahahaha), but it’s okay with me. Too much excitement sounds rather exhausting.

Anyway! It’s been a great long weekend, and we still have one more day to go! Except… it’s GROCERY DAY tomorrow… sigh.

{365.49} I Don’t Need an Excuse to Hang String Lights

To accompany our container gardening experiment, we’ve been talking about fixing up our balcony so that it might actually be a place to sit around reading a book or just enjoying the nice weather. I know, I know — but Paola, you hate being outside! But I think our balcony can be converted into a safe zone. We put up some lights today that we used to have inside the house at our bar in the old apartment, but which we didn’t end up using at our bar here. I think they turned out really well, and actually they light up the balcony almost enough to not need the overhead bulb. We have one patio chair that my parents left me when I moved out of their house, since we had a porch at our old place. (Not that we ever spent much time on that porch… not only is North Texas prone to bizarre weather, but it is also the home of every size and species of disgusting insect ever discovered T-T) So anyway, now the balcony already looks much more festive~~

We’re planning to go check out maybe a cheap table to stick out there so that we have a place where we can set the potted plants down to soak up the sunshine. Oh, and David saw a lantern he really liked, and he won’t stop talking about it, so that’s probably getting put out there too. LOL. In fact, I kind of suspect he’s doing all this just because he wants to get that lantern and put it somewhere… But hey, that’s okay, because he worked really hard sweeping the balcony today. Bubba tried to help but mostly just whined the whole time~~~

Still playing FFXIV, but I decided to switch my main class from Archer to Lancer. If you’re familiar with the Final Fantasy series, the Lancer class is pretty much based on “dragoon” characters who use a polearm/spear, such as Freya from FFIX and Kimahri from FFX, not to mention the original dragoon, Kain from FFIV. This is sort of unprecedented of me because I’ve played a hunter/archer in the past few MMOs that we’ve invested in, such as Aion and LOTRO. Yes, I know, everyone always plays the hunter class, but there’s a reason why: it’s usually a lot of fun. I still fully intend to play one whenever Guild Wars 2 is ever released, which will probably coincide with the world ending. But, for FFXIV, I just wasn’t really liking archer very much. Typically, the hunter is a great solo class and very self-sufficient, which is just one reason why I like it. I also prefer to be at range, and thus far I think this is the first class I’ve tried that’s melee DPS rather than ranged DPS. So far, I’m having more fun with Lancer than I was with Archer, so I think the switch was a good move for me. I mean, yes, I still have my issues with the class and the gameplay involved with it, but it’s great doing something new. Plus, I spent a fortune the other day at the (convoluted) auction house, so now all my clothes match YAY!

Here are some screenshots we took today to share EXCLUSIVELY on this blog. (Leave me alone, phrasing it that way makes me feel important.) Click on the images for full view! David, who somehow manages to make every character he’s ever created look EXACTLY LIKE HIM, plays Gladiator and Conjurer. The first shot was taken out in the desert-like zone near the city of Ul’dah, and the second is of us in Limsa Lominsa. I’ve started some story quests too, which I have to say are a lot more fun than regular questing. (Can you tell I’m in a good mood right now? Probably because a moogle popped up during my story quest and it was simply named “Fluffy Moogle” hahahaha.)

{365.48} I Keep Finding Incredible Things at Target

Man, I am really slacking today! Aside from cooking dinner, I didn’t do anything productive at all. Not only that, I also got distracted playing FFXIV (by distracted, I mean I was sort of falling asleep while power-leveling because even though it’s the quickest way to get leveled, repeatedly killing things for extended periods of time is just really not riveting at all…) and forgot to blog on time. For shame! Oh, but I’m not done yet, because after I realized it was past blogging time, I had to go do my usual washing up for the night, and then after that I was starving and had a snack, and then I started puttering around online… so now I am SUPER late with this post! I’m going to still mark it as before midnight though so it doesn’t mess anything up. *control freak dance* I feel like technically it isn’t tomorrow tomorrow yet, so this can count for today. And you’re aaallll going to pretend like it never happened.

I suck~

Anyway, we went to Target today and I found this amazing photo display thing! Sorry for the inarticulate description, what a horrible sentence hahaha. It’s basically a “wire” stretched between two birds, with extra birds for added decoration, and you can hang five pictures on the wire. Today’s picture shows what it looks like, but the link above takes you to a picture of it on target.com that’s probably a lot clearer. David’s going to hang it up for me above my desk tomorrow, since it ended up having more complicated parts than we initially expected. I’m a bit doubtful of the adhesive used to stick the birds to the wall, but it doesn’t matter because I’m so excited about it! The birds themselves aren’t just decals, they’re three-dimensional and made of plastic. It’s not cheap plastic, which is great, considering this cost just $14.99. I’ll take pictures tomorrow once I’m through making David put it up on the wall for me~~  It’s only available in stores, and I found mine in the picture frame section. (You may be giving me massive eye-rollage right now, but the truth is, things aren’t always where you’d expect them to be at the store! So I thought I’d be helpful!)

Someone on my Facebook shared this video of Taylor Swift’s new single, Safe & Sound, which features the (amazing) duo The Civil Wars and will be featured on a compilation album of songs inspired by the upcoming film adaptation of The Hunger Games. I’d heard about this some time ago and was looking forward to hearing the song… but now I’m sharing this on my blog because I’ve watched the thing twice and I can’t come away with any other verdict except that I have very mixed feelings about it. Said feelings are shared after the jump~~

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{365.47} I Get Super Excited Over a Teeny Tiny Plant

Our first sprout came up today! Yay! There are about four others that are just barely pushing through the soil. We’ve been forced to keep the planter box in David’s bathroom because it’s just too cold to keep on the balcony lately. We figured it would be warmest there, and retain its moisture a little bit better, plus the steam from the shower would help. I did get to set it outdoors today for a few hours during the afternoon, when the sun was shining, and hopefully it’ll warm up again tomorrow. I’m so excited about the tiny plants appearing that I want to go and buy more already. (David said we better wait and see how these turn out first. Oh, fine.)

Where did the week go?? It’s already Friday tomorrow. Last time I checked, it was Monday morning. Is it sad that it’s still days away, and yet I’m already dreading this coming Monday because it’s Grocery Day? T-T I’m really not sure how to explain my hatred of going to get groceries. I mean, it’s not like I have to drive very far, because the grocery store is literally right next door to our apartment. And I make lists, so it’s not like I wander around forgetting stuff and randomly dumping things in my cart — I use an app called Simple Grocery List that basically lets you add whatever you want to whatever list you want, but it also allows you to tag your list items by categories. You can make your own categories; I organize mine according to supermarket aisles. From there, you can sort your entire list by category, sort of like an Excel spreadsheet. (YAY SPREADSHEET) I check everything off using the app, and I hardly ever forget something that I need now that I’ve been using it for a few months.

But, even with these conveniences, I still really loathe going for groceries. Part of this may be due to the actual process of making my grocery list every 2 weeks. Meal planning isn’t rocket science, but I’m still a cooking amateur, so sometimes this takes forever because I also look for recipes and then put together my list based on what I already have in the pantry versus what needs to be bought. It’s such a pain! And the most hateful part of the process: lugging everything upstairs to our second floor apartment by myself! I usually go to the store alone now, while David’s at work, because David hates grocery shopping even more than I do. When he’s with me, it becomes less “grocery shopping” and more like “blitzkrieg shopping.”

However, someone must fetch groceries or we’ll have no food. Sometimes being a grown up is just really not fun.

Now that I’ve ranted about grocery shopping, I seriously can’t even remember what got me started on the subject. *lame* I’m wrapping up this entry now before I start going off on even more tangents through space and time.

{365.46} I Rejoice About Check Marks

So! My obsessive-compulsive clicking of the refresh button on the Substitute Teaching application portal finally yielded results! All my stuff is checked off as of today, which I think means I should expect to get a packet of paperwork in the mail or as an email. That should have all the required steps and instructions in it to get fingerprinting and licensure done, all the fees I need to pay, and whatever other preliminaries they need. When the packet is turned in completed, they’ll be able to give me an orientation date. I’m very much hoping the paperwork will turn up in our mailbox on Friday or Saturday, if they district was prompt in approving my file and mailing out the packet. It may not get here for another week, who knows, but I’m glad something is moving along. I’d read online from someone else’s experiences trying to get on the substitute teaching roster out here that they had to wait almost 4 months to get completely processed… which would be bad! I need to start working! (Too many things I want to buy, not enough pocket money…) Oh well, with luck I won’t have to wait that long.

Also, the orderly row of check marks makes me feel all warm and fuzzy~~

Here’s a school-related tangent: I discovered today, after some research, that elementary school doesn’t even start until 9:00am here! In Texas, while there was a little bit of variation between schools, the average start time for elementary was somewhere between 8:00 and 8:15. This meant I showed up to work at least by 7:30am for older grades, and 7:15am for younger grades (the little ones require a lot more prepping of materials and etc than older ones do). I also found out not long ago that high schools start at 7:20am and are already ringing the dismissal bell by 1:30pm! Are you kidding me?? I know for a fact that some teenagers are coming home by 11am, because a bus stops at our apartment complex and lets them out right when I’m walking Bubba. Man, kids have it really easy in Las Vegas. I remember going to school in the Philippines and being there from 7am until 7pm most days. Even in high school I was often there until at least 3 in the afternoon. Most schools in Wichita Falls dismissed between 2:30 and 3:00, but no earlier than that. *begins ranting about the olden days spent trudging back and forth to school in the snow, etc*

I foresee myself doing a lot of ranting in my old age. I mean, I already do this now. Hahaha.

The weather definitely took a downturn here, after such a warm weekend. David came home from work with a picture he took on his phone of the snow that was falling over there! Neither of us had any idea the elevation was so drastically different between where we live and where he works. It didn’t snow here (yay, because snow is a hateful, loathsome substance), but I was extremely unhappy and cold while taking Bubba out this morning. Not that he noticed anything, the world is always a fresh new place full of shrubbery to pee on for him. He has a pretty bad case of Terrier Brain most days. LOL. Anyway, I’m hoping the 3-day weekend coming up will be warm again. I just don’t think I’m cut out for the cold, guys. I would much rather be dealing with 100+ degree weather than wind chill factors and ice. I don’t know how to deal T-T

Okay, time for me to do some writing!!! And tomorrow, I will finally respond to comments, because I suck and have been really slacking in that department lately. Sigh! It’s not that I don’t read and appreciate them… I’m just really easily distracted… Case in point, I was going to stop writing this blog entry and start working on a chapter, but veered off onto the subject of comment replies. HITTING THE PUBLISH BUTTON NOW.

{365.45} I am Bombarded with Pick-Up Lines

Our anniversary is in February (and always has been, because we started dating on February 17th… way, way back in 2007… haha), so Valentine’s Day has pretty much always been a low-key holiday for us. We don’t like to eat out if there are going to be large crowds of people, and hate waiting in line, and are generally the least fun people on the planet, so we celebrate this one at home. You know, like most occasions. LOL. We usually get each other cards and candy. David was being a goody two shoes and didn’t want chocolate this year, so I got him Mike n’ Ikes. He wasn’t even going to let me do anything special with them, so I bought this bowl at Target for like $1.39 and blew raspberries at him all the way to the check-out lane. You can’t NOT let me at least arrange your gift artfully. I mean, we’re already buying each other’s Valentine’s Day presents together, AT THE SAME TIME, thus eliminating every pretense of secrecy possible. Not that it was any less fun, because I still got super excited and made theatrical sounds of surprise and delight when David picked out my Valentine candy this year: absolutely the most gigantic Toblerone chocolate bar in existence. It’s almost as long as my arm. AMAZING.

I really love Toblerone, okay.

Anywho, I really have to share the card David got me this year because he deserves recognition for its level of brilliance. Also because it seriously made me lol. I challenge you not to appreciate how awesome this is. Here’s the card: (Note the perfect artistic rendering of popcorn that was drawn inside; only someone who truly loved me would know to draw that in my Valentine’s Day card. Just saying.)

Handwritten inside are the words, “Other lines that might have worked on you:” (GET IT???) followed by… oh yes. A long list of COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS PICK-UP LINES. You will no doubt realize, as you peruse these, that they were specifically chosen because they are made of crack. They pretty much made my day.

  • “The only thing your eyes haven’t told me is your name.”
  • “If I was Peter Pan, you’d be my happy thought.”
  • “I seem to have lost my phone number. May I have yours?”
  • “Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”
  • “When God made you, He was showing off.”
  • “I’m sorry, is your name Gillette? Because you’re the best a man can get.” (OH MY GOD THIS ONE IS JUST KJAHJKHDF)
  • “Did the sun come out, or did you just smile at me?”
  • “Can I have your picture so I can at least show Santa what I want?”
  • “Is your dad a traffic cop? Because you’ve got ‘fine’ written all over you.” (AND THIS ONE KJSDHFKJDJHFD)
  • “You must be in the wrong place, the Miss Universe pageant is over there.”

And with that total crackfest, I hope you had a lovely Valentine’s Day with whoever knows exactly how to make you lol your face off~~

{365.44} I Make Peace With Mondays

Monday is Chores Day for me, when I clean up all the mess that develops over the weekend as we lounge about being too lazy and self-indulgent. Oh, and it’s also Muffin Monday, because I bake a batch of muffins for a  week’s worth of David’s breakfasts/lunches. (It’s apple cinnamon this week, I try to alternate as much as possible.) When I was working full time, I hated Mondays just like everyone else. It was always super depressing to be back at my desk again, replying to emails from people who couldn’t be bothered to read directions or other earlier replies answering the exact same questions. (Then again, my last job was a hot mess, which was a contributing factor to this lack of enthusiasm on my part.) I mean, I still don’t feel particularly thrilled about them — every other Monday is also Grocery Day for me, ugh — but for some reason I always have more energy on Mondays than I do on any other day of the week. Tuesdays are also okay. I’m incredibly lethargic on Thursdays and even worse on Fridays. I think the momentum dissipates as the week wears on, so that on Friday I’m reduced to the same Meltdown Mode I used to succumb to at the office. (By 3:00pm on a Friday, we ladies were pretty much completely checked out. LOL.)

But, being at home all the time, I really kind of don’t mind Mondays. You may think, oh sure, that’s easy for you to say because you don’t work. Whatever, hater~~

Contrary to popular belief, I don’t spend my days in my bathrobe, eating ice cream and wandering the Internet at whim. (I’d be totally huge if this was true.) I’m very busy on Mondays, because we seriously trash the house on the weekend T-T Today I washed pots, pans, dishes and others of their ilk for an untold amount of time. This was followed by scrubbing the kitchen and baking muffins, after which I vacuumed the apartment (a feat in itself, because I despise vacuuming and usually David does it) while I waited for the muffins to finish. I spread out all the laundry that we pulled out of the dryer and subsequently ignored on Sunday night in a (possibly futile) attempt at keeping them from wrinkling overly much. And then, when all this was accomplished, I wrote a little over a thousand words on the chapter I’ve been chipping away at for the past few days. (No, still not done, because I write slower than glaciers melt. You might as well embrace this fact about me.) Anyway, I always end the day feeling good about my productivity, on Mondays.

I have to mention that during this chore frenzy, the dog becomes so exceedingly bored with me that he goes into his kennel and makes loud sighing noises.

By the way, I installed a plugin that should e-mail you a notification that someone (probably me) replied to your comments. I’ve run test e-mails and it seems to be working, but you’ll have to let me know if something went wrong. When I get my new WordPress theme installed, I plan to switch to a better, shinier comment notification system. Don’t get excited, because my coding speed is just as mind-numbingly slow as my writing speed.

Since tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, which is also everyone’s favorite holiday for proposals, here is an extremely funny collection of Horrible Proposal Stories just for you~ Whether you’re engaged or not, they are sure to amuse. If you’re already engaged, you’ll realize just how freaking amazing your own proposal story is. And if you’re not, well, you’ll learn a few valuable lessons on how NOT to ask someone to marry you. You can read it all here!

{365.43} I Test Drive My Green Thumb

New project! We’re going to try growing some container plants on our balcony. Picked up what we needed today and got it all started. Fingers crossed that we actually grow something! Haha. The weather has been so nice here in Nevada that we’ve been leaving the balcony door open to let some sunshine and fresh air in. Seems like as good a time as any to attempt some gardening from the comfort of our apartment… Now, I’ve never really explored the world of gardening because real gardening involves bugs. Since I tend to scream and cry out of abject terror when I encounter insects, this didn’t seem like a hobby that would suit me very well. But I don’t think growing plants in portable containers from your second floor apartment really counts as real gardening, so maybe it won’t require me to have too many brushes with death. I mean, bugs.

Of course Adele swept the Grammys… duh! Good for her. We didn’t actually tune in to the awards show, but I heard the performances weren’t all that amazing anyway, so I don’t feel like I missed anything. I did really love Taylor Swift’s red carpet dress, though. Nice to see her doing something other than blindingly red dress + blindingly red lipstick… no offense, Tayswift. (I kind of wish they’d asked Lady Antebellum to perform instead, I like them.) I was reading through the list of nominees and winners just a few minutes ago and broke out into silent cheering when I saw that Tangled won a Grammy for the song I See the Light. Yay~~ Any time Tangled wins, I win. End of story.

Oh, and now I’ve mentioned Disney, so I have to wave my 2-disc combo pack of Lady and the Tramp around for everyone to see. It arrived a few days ago, after its release on Feb 7th. Haven’t forced David to watch it yet, but I plan to.

I super need to find my way to the library this week and finally pick up my actual library card. I signed up for it online like the first week we lived here (is anyone even mildly surprised? I’m pretty sure I had a library card before we even signed our apartment lease — true to form. LOL.), but you need to bring in proof of address before they give you the real card and allow you to check out books. And also, I would like to check out a copy of our book club selection this month. I still haven’t started it, unless you count reading the e-book excerpt as starting.  If/when I discover the library’s location, I’m going to do some writing there and see if it affects productivity. I figure distancing myself from the things that tend to distract me while I’m at home might be a good idea.

Closing out today’s entry with this photo of Bubba being highly involved in the gardening process: