My work BFF once sent me an IM without the usual "hi" to make sure I was there first, which turned into an amusing conversation with the IT guys fixing my laptop, as the message that popped up in front of them was "Shall I compare thee to a Summer's Eve?" (from The Bloggess)

(Dammit, y'all changed topics while my screen sat unrefreshed. Oh well.)

I have so many bad habits I want to change/good habits I would like to adopt, I get a bit overwhelmed. And then I waste time on the internet.

Unfuck Your Habitat

Oh, that's the blog my boss used to get her new apartment unpacked in less than 12 hours. I should check it out.

So far I've been pretty good about using the Wii Fit every day, mostly because the balance board is a TOTAL BITCH if you don't. And I don't like being scolded by hardware.

Truth: the Unfuck Your Habitat blog got me making the bed every morning

Me, too!

Now that I'm not out in sports bars watching Blackhawks games and eating bad food all the time, I need to get back to unfucking things. I've got an invisible corner with 3 bags of clothes that need to go in a donation bin.

I love that you're using the certs to buy new and different things, ita!

In between work thingies, I'm trying to work out a decent Supernatural lino cut, and I don't think I've successfully lino cut since high school. Scared and excited! Definitely grateful tho.

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I know that at least TJs sells bags of shelled pistachios, which is made of awesome

Oh, hey, unsalted! Just added TJs to the new grocery run, unless Sprouts has them too.

Should I give her another chance or find a different stylist?

If you like it otherwise, I say give her one more chance, and be very clear about what you didn't like. I find that tugging on the bits of hair I'm dissatisfied with captures the attention of hairstylists, who generally aren't actually listening.

I know that I come across as abrupt and unfriendly, but I am always impatient for people to get to the point. Leave me a voicemail saying in an urgent voice that I should call you asap, without giving me the slightest hint of what's going on so I could prepare a little? That's just rude.

Making the bed is tricky when Hubby's still in it. Likewise unfucking the habitat, when Hubby is glaring and saying "What are you going to do with that stuff?" I do not have the patience to unpick his lifetime's worth of issues regarding stuff and memories and growing up not being able to keep things he loved because military families moved all the time with small stuff allowances.

Random Stanley Cup sighting: outside the Sun Times building.

And The Good Morning Kitten(s) were Devon Rexes.

You can have cold drinks on ice or not on ice or ice-cold. Ice-T has no D in his name, I'm pretty sure (although thinking about us making me less sure). Earl Grey Popsicles are delicious.

Warm -t, what is your popsicle apparatus?