"Instead of writing in your blog, why don't you work on getting some digital art up?" I don't answer that it's SO MUCH easier to babble in a blog. No, instead I answer, "Yea, I should." Because I KNOW I should. But I don't. I imagine that I will be more into the art thing once we move. That's it. I'll do it when we moooooooooooove. That's the proper way to put things off, isn't it? Mmmm-hmmm, I know ALL about putting things off. It's my specialty. With that, welcome to another episode of, "I should be working, but my thoughts got in the way."
A shout out to the lovely Cathie for her continued support and to the newly confirmed lurker, Emily for coming out of the shadows. Hey girls! Thanks for saying hello. I will not whine any further. For now.
It's another entry of in between tasks. I started this about an hour ago. I should talk about something, huh. OH! The weekend! It was nice. Verr' verr' niiiiice. It was also gorgeful. That's my new word for stuffing yourself all weekend. Saturday was Ron's graduation ceremony that involved a scrumptious dinner of a big slab 'o beef, veggies and mashed potatoes with strawberry cheesecake for dessert. Luciousness. Then came Sunday with its glorious marinated, barbequed shrimp. Ron and I made FOUR POUNDS of shrimp and we, along with my brother and our friend Bam, eatithed it alluth. Peeling and de-pooping four pounds of shrimp is a big, smelly ordeal. Yea, the prep was a huge undertaking, but so worth it. And the marinade Ron put together! A coupla bottles of Italian dressing, some hot sauce, lemon juice...who knew it could be so amazing. When that man cooks, he COoOoOooks!
What else is new? One of my big fish died over the weekend. *sigh* A moment of silence for Eddie, the clown loach. Loaches are my favorite, dammit! Now poor Mike is left without a buddy to join him in aimlessly paddling up and down the walls of the tank. I will have to buy a replacement when we move. I am not taking on anything else in the weeks to come...I need to start concentrating on packing. Oh yea, moving...you hafta pack your shit before you can move it. At least I'm an expert at moving fish tanks now. I've got the 5 gallon bottles and the cooler all ready!
M'kay, this is becoming a bit TOO distracting now. I think I'll go put my full attention to the afternoons tasks. I must get these things done.
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