Ten Things Tuesday

Mamacita says: Election Day is fast approaching and I still don’t know for sure which candidate I’ll be voting for.  Every time I think I’ve decided, someone will do or say something moronic or creepy and I change my mind.  Back and forth, back and forth. . . . my opinions on all things political have turned into windshield wipers.  If I could figure out how to include the squirty washer-fluid thing I’d be set.  In the meantime, all I know for sure is that when the polls open, I WILL be there.  Those who don’t vote can’t rightfully spout opinions, and those who know me know I have an opinion or two.  Or three.

1.  I love to make pies.  I don’t eat them, but I love to make them.

2.  I think I put the flannel sheets on the bed too soon.

3.  The cats are getting furry-er.

4.  Midterm exams are next week.  Holy cow.

5.  Tinker Bell rocks.

6.  The furnace kicked on last night.

7.  I plan to make oatmeal-raisin cookies when I get home from school tonight around ten or so.  I don’t like raisins in ANYTHING, but others in this house do.

8.  Raisins, in fact, are NASTY.

9.  I’ve fallen in love with Texas Pepper Jelly.  Pour some over a slab of cream cheese and you’ve got an appetizer fit for a king.

10.  Besides which, FREEBIES!!!!!!!

The regional campus is HOT, as in NOT COLD.  I would much rather be too hot than too cold, so I’m actually fine with it, now that I know it’s the building and not menopause.

Sweating doesn’t bother me if it’s coming from outside sources.

It’s four p.m. and I haven’t eaten anything yet.  Go, me!

It’s been a good day so far.  Best of all, though: I scored a three-dollar DVD of “Close Encounters” in the Big Lots bin after my morning classes! “He says the sun came out last night.  He says it sang to him!”

This means something.


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Ten Things Tuesday — 10 Comments

  1. I, too, prefer being hot over being cold. I think it’s time to put both the flannel sheets and the electric blanket on my bed, as I have yet to do either, and even in a flannel nightgown and fleece pants, I shivered so hard last night that I can’t move my neck today.

    By the way, I’ve given your blog an award. I can’t remember if you’ve received it before, but if so, oh well… you’re receiving it again! See here for details:

    https://www.confoozled.com/archives/someone_loves_my_blog.php

  2. I, too, prefer being hot over being cold. I think it’s time to put both the flannel sheets and the electric blanket on my bed, as I have yet to do either, and even in a flannel nightgown and fleece pants, I shivered so hard last night that I can’t move my neck today.

    By the way, I’ve given your blog an award. I can’t remember if you’ve received it before, but if so, oh well… you’re receiving it again! See here for details:

    https://www.confoozled.com/archives/someone_loves_my_blog.php

  3. Um, ‘scuse me–you don’t know who you’re voting for yet?? I guess I need to be less subtle in my e-mail messages about quite possibly the most irresponsible, hateful, and ignorance-filled campaign of the last century.

    There. How’s that for subtlety? 🙂

    MEE-AVERICK!

  4. Um, ‘scuse me–you don’t know who you’re voting for yet?? I guess I need to be less subtle in my e-mail messages about quite possibly the most irresponsible, hateful, and ignorance-filled campaign of the last century.

    There. How’s that for subtlety? 🙂

    MEE-AVERICK!

  5. I’d be a raving bitch if I didn’t eat anything until 4:30 in the afternoon. I’m not one for breakfast – a glass of Ovaltine and a slice of toast are more than enough, thank you – but I do love lunch.

    The furnace has been kicking on for a while now, and I’m not happy about it. kah-CHING! This is about the right time to put flannel sheets on the bed (if Mr. Chili allowed such a thing – he likes the percale ones so that he can steal all the “cold spots.” I say it’s not stealing if they’re freely given). I’d MUCH rather be too hot than too cold, but that’s not an option in my office. As a matter of fact, I’ve got to hit the housekeeping people up for a portable heater – there’s no floor under my office (we’re in a part of the building that juts out over a hill) and, as a consequence, it gets pretty dang chilly in there in the wintertime…

  6. I’d be a raving bitch if I didn’t eat anything until 4:30 in the afternoon. I’m not one for breakfast – a glass of Ovaltine and a slice of toast are more than enough, thank you – but I do love lunch.

    The furnace has been kicking on for a while now, and I’m not happy about it. kah-CHING! This is about the right time to put flannel sheets on the bed (if Mr. Chili allowed such a thing – he likes the percale ones so that he can steal all the “cold spots.” I say it’s not stealing if they’re freely given). I’d MUCH rather be too hot than too cold, but that’s not an option in my office. As a matter of fact, I’ve got to hit the housekeeping people up for a portable heater – there’s no floor under my office (we’re in a part of the building that juts out over a hill) and, as a consequence, it gets pretty dang chilly in there in the wintertime…

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