So, it’s been months since I posted something here, and a lot of it has to do with me not knowing what to post/being really lazy.
Plus, my mom totally bought me Firefly on BluRay, and it has been taking up all my time. Granted we only got it last week, but I think it’s safe to say it’s all my mom’s fault. Freud would be cool with that.
I noted a trend in my previous habits that whenever I would post an “I don’t know what to post, so here’s a witty comment, I’m a terrible blogger, and here’s a cat video post,” I would immediately think of something awesome to post. So, here it is. The “I have nothing interesting, but here’s a catch up on my life post.”
Christmas was awesome, I hope you enjoyed yours. Mom and Dad bought me my very own KitchenAid mixer and it has made my life (and my waistline) more robust. I have been baking like crazy. Good stuff, but nothing really postable because I still am getting used to baking at such a high altitude in such a dry climate. My next attempts are poptarts and english muffins, so if any of that works out, you’ll be the first to know. Sort of.
New Years was lame because The Boy totaled Bernie (my Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder). I mean TOTALED. He hit a deer, it hit the driver’s side, went over the hood, through the windshield, and his antlers through soft top.
To answer your questions (in the order The Boy and I most often received them):
1. No, he didn’t keep the meat, it likely would have been bad due to the impact.
2. He’s fine, and I wasn’t with him. (If I had been, I would likely have gotten an antler to the face, so it’s for the best.)
3. The car is gone. We knew this before the official word from the insurance company because of the damage and age of the car.
The good part of this is that I finally got my dream car, a Mazda2. No joke, that’s my dream car. Her name is Princess Rosemary and she’s Tardis Blue. We’re besties. I love that car so much.
Last point, The Boy shaved his head. About 3 Saturdays ago, I woke up to a strange bald man in my bed. I think my exact words were, “You’re really fucking bald.” before I went back to sleep. He’s convinced he’s balding (he has a mildly receding hair line, but it’s not that bad) so, he decided that he was going completely bald and he’d rather do it on purpose. He’s ridiculous, but it doesn’t matter. Whatever makes him comfortable is fine by me.
So, that’s it, hopefully more to come. Maybe some interesting black history month things, and some ideas for Valentine’s Day, which you already know I love.