Meep, Sue, take care of yourself!

House~ma coming and going for Strix and PMM

Lee and I are at the Welcome Apartments in Reykjavik (thanks for the rec, Jesse) - after our teeny tiny cabin it feels so spacious! Unfortunately, we both got hit with some kind of bug so exploring will pretty much have to wait for tomorrow, but I have already found that to get to the grocery store I go up hill to the Chuck Norris Grill and turn left. Cracking me up.

Boo, bug! But yay Welcome Apartments!

That sums it up pretty well.

I still have the plastic bag from Bonus in my plastic-bag-bag, but I never use it. I just smile when I pull it out!

So I did drop one ball last week. Oops. I know exactly what happened, and luckily I don't think it's a huuuuge deal, but STILL.

Timelies all!

House~ma, Strix!

I'm also having a Monday. I woke up all miserable and sinus migraine-y, so I went back to sleep and came into work late. I'm nitpicking myself instead of giving myself gold stars, probably because I'm still not feeling good. NOAA is reporting that we got something like 5.8 inches of snow in my neighborhood.

I got the front screen door fixed! I was about to give it up, because pulling the spring-loaded arm out far enough to get the pin set in was a two-handed job, when I remembered that I could use the little widget that props it open to get it extended enough. Go team genius me!

I really wanted to get it fixed, because the prevailing wind here catches the door when you open it and tries to bang it all the way open, which will eventually knock it off the hinges as it bangs wildly. A stitch in time saves nine!

Every day for the next month, when I leave and enter the house, imagine me emitting a little puff of pride and satisfaction.

Mac's school band had a concert tonight in prep for UIL competition. Not a true concert concert, but parents were encouraged to attend. He didn't want me to go, I went, and I swear I feel like the biggest misfit at almost every school thing I go to. None of his friends' parents are friendly with me. They never say more than hello. I always try to ask them questions, engage in conversation, but I have to initiate it. One family tonight either did not see me smile at them twice when they turned around to look right by where I was sitting (I even raised my hand on a wave one of the times) or they didn't recognize me or they ignored me. One of his friends was there and made an acknowledge half smile when I said hello. At 15, I am pretty sure I would have managed a hello or hello ms so and so.

So now I am sitting in the jr high parking lot eating dinner out of a bag and about to read a book until they get back here on the bus.

Budgetbytes has some really promising recipes, although I don't think I've made any yet.

In the cooking spinfoff group of the parenting group that some of participate in over on FB, her Dragon Noodles have something of a cult following. I also like these chicken and black bean enchiladas.

I went, and I swear I feel like the biggest misfit at almost every school thing I go to.

Ugh, that sucks so hard. One of the requirements for adulting is basic social interaction. Pretend like you are decent human beings and say hi and how's the weather! You can be a shitlord in private all you want!