Nothing else matters ...

When my mom took the dogs to the vet not too long ago, the doc said that they had...umm, gained a little weight** and I needed to cut back on the amount of food my little darlings are getting every day. Okay. I can do that. So I cut them down and now I ask my family every day if Ruby's looking slimmer (she's the fatter of the two). I always get the same look, the one that says "Dude, it's been a week. I can't tell a difference." Whatever, family. I put my dogs on a diet, I want to see some results!

**Random aside: I would just like to mention that my minor obsession with peanut butter led to me buying a bag of after-Halloween discount Reese's. BAD IDEA! I'd like to take this moment to extend a big, fat Fuck You! to Reese's and their candy. And now I'm going to promptly take it back because WHAT IF THEY HEAR ME AND STOP MAKING PEANUT BUTTER CUPS?!?!?! WOE!!! The point in this is that my dogs aren't the only ones in the house who need to watch what they're eating.

NaNo stats:
I'm embarrassed to admit that I slacked like a champion slacker today. I wrote a grand total of 250 words. Boo. This is suck-a-licious because I've hit a really awesome part of the story with a revelation that I didn't see coming (but which makes perfect sense, thankyouverymuch) and I want to write it. I'm just momentarily unmotivated. I do, however, plan on getting this story done, in its entirety, by the end of the month.

No more slacking for me.

Book stuff:
Books #235 & #236 - Holiday Bound by Beth Kery & Snowy Night Seduction by Arianna Hart - Earlier this week, Samhain Publishing released a bunch of books as free downloads for the Kindle and Nook. I snapped up most of them. Now I've reviewed the first two of the lot.

Book Blogger Hop & Follow Friday - Why, yes. I did just admit that I keep trying to sell my son to the gypsies. Yeah, I don't know either.
30 days of books... Day 68 - High fantasy! Now with blood and guts. No, wait. That's usually present anyway.

There you have it.
I'm hungry, it's getting late. I should really eat.
Later.

If they have room in Labor and Delivery, Amb and Phil should be heading down to the hospital soon to have the wee one. If. This morning all the beds were in use and they were told to call back tonight after 7 (which it is now) to see if they could accommodate her. Knowing Amb and Phil they're probably watching the Sharks (GO, SHARKS!) instead of readying themselves for the birth of their firstborn. Dorks.

Anyway. With any luck she'll get her bed and be induced tonight and have the kiddo sometime soon. Like, tonight. Or tomorrow morning. Either way would be fine with me.

BREAKING NEWS: They're heading to the hospital now.

I have a very strange thing to tell ... Cole has told me that he doesn't like peanut butter. What the hell is wrong with that kid? Obviously he was not spliced from my DNA. Weird kid. On the plus side, I get to eat all his peanut butter and chocolate Easter candy (which is probably also why I should be doing an hour of yoga a day instead of just 20 minutes). And another thing! How does he still have Easter candy left. As a kid, I used to go through that basket like a whore on crack. I probably used a different phrase to describe it back then, but that basket was toast within a week. Tops. Easter candy four weeks later. Pshaw.

Okay. Book.
Book #80 - Dark Desire (Carpathians #2) by Christine Feehan - Immensely better than the first book. However I'm going to go on record here as saying that vampires with amnesia is a kink of mine. Don't even ask. I can't explain it. Give me a book with a vampire who's damaged, mentally wiped, etc. and I'm putty (Dead to the World by Charlaine Harris kills me every time). Anyway. This is the story of Jacques, Mikhail's brother, and Shea, a human doctor whose research into her rare blood disease has led her to the Carpathian Mountains. Jacques has been tortured and buried alive and the only thing keeping him sane is Shea's presence in his mind. Shea's being hunted by fanatical "vampire hunters" who believe that her blood disease marks her as a vampire. I will say that Christine Feehan does provide clues in every book as to how the Carpathians are going to find a way to save their race from extinction. Little hints and the beginning of answers that start to make a big picture as you get farther into the series.

Ooh, Happy Town last night. Anyone watch? Did you like it? I did. It was just the right amount of murder and intrigue and mayhem for me. Exactly what I was looking for. I'm feeling a little bloodthirsty lately. Can you tell?

I'm done. I have to go make sure someone called my dad and sisters to tell them that the birth is imminent.
Later.

You know it's hot when you actually want to spend time at work because at least it has AC.

I have read two books in two days (which is more than I read in the past 3 months, thankyouverymuch) because you just can't do anything. It's too hot. You know what I'm sayin'?

No more hot talk. I promise. *slyly crosses fingers*

Okay. I'm driving home from work today and I see a plastic bag on the side of the road with clothes slipping out of it. Is it weird that I have empathy for a plastic bag and clothes? I always imagine that some little girl is sobbing hysterically because her favorite Disneyland shirt was in the plastic bag and it flew out of the car and now she's frantically looking for it and is absolutely inconsolable. Why do I think this? I don't know. But I can SEE it. It's there. It sticks itself into my brain and everytime I see those abandoned, little bags I just get sort of sad. Poor clothes. Poor little girl looking for her favorite shirt. Now, I have no idea why her favorite shirt is in the plastic bag and I have no idea why it flew out the window (and the story changes almost every time I think about it) but it did.

I know. Weird.

I feel like I should be watching some fandom related stuff, but I'm really not in the mood. I just can't. Ehh ... maybe I can. X-Files is always good for some cranial twisting. Not literally ... although there was that one episode. Wasn't there?

Lastly (mostly because I really want to use my 'peanut butter' tag again), I used up the last of my creamy peanut butter the other day and figured that I would use up the little jar of crunchy that was just hanging out. I'm not sure where it came from or even why we have it because (in all honesty) I'm the only one who buys peanut butter and I didn't buy this jar. Yes, I'm that picky about my peanut butter. Anyway. I used to only buy crunchy and I was very, very surprised when it just didn't do it for me. I love peanut butter. Love.It. How could this peanut butter have been faulty? I don't know. Fortunately, I have a spare jar of creamy in the garage and won't have to go without.

Although I am considering giving the crunchy another chance. We'll see how that turns out.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
The guy came out today to check our internet connection since the speed's been sucking and he had someone in some dark, dingy room do SOMETHING and now my computer is much, much faster. I almost feel like a real person now. Almost.

I'm completely in the mood for a Supernatural-a-thon. It's a good thing I've almost dled the entire season. Yeah, that's right! Bring it on! Bring it on! Bring it on! What's that? It's already been brought? Word.

Have I mentioned that I can't stand Prison Break being on at 8? I can never remember to be watching the TV at that time. I'll look at the clock and be all, "Dammit! It's 8:30! I missed the beginning of PB. Again!" This happens every week. You'd think I'd learn.

Mmm ... PB. Peanut butter sounds really good right now.
I'm out!

I was considering talking about last night's TV lineup, but I decided not to. Why? Because I really, really want to talk about my breakfast. Bizarre? Perhaps. Still, I want to talk about my breakfast.

I decided that today's cold, windy, slightly rainy weather called for something warm for breakfast. As I was getting the water ready for my tea it hit me that I wanted a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Because nothing says lovin' like something from the oven. Of course, in my case it's from the toaster, but that doesn't rhyme so I'm sticking with "oven". Anyway. I put my bread in, got out the strawberry jelly and hunted down a new jar of peanut butter. I love putting peanut butter on warm bread, it just melts. It's this wonderful, gooey, peanut-buttery mess. Yum. So, I put together this awesome sandwich and made my tea. Imagine my surprise when my sandwich was not all I thought it would be. All I could taste was bread. And the bread ... not good. It kinda had this stale aftertaste. I repeat, not good. Still, I ate it, managing not to drip gooey, warm peanut butter on the floor, but it was very unsatisfying. Dammit. This has somewhat ruined my enjoyment of my morning. Boo.

The upside of this story is that I get to use my "peanut butter" tag again. I knew I would find a use for that somewhere.

Oh, javalicious, I'm trying to decide which flavors of soap I want. When I do decide should I email you or just comment on your LJ? Maybe I should comment on your LJ to ask this instead of asking here.

I was thinking about getting a pedicure today but I'm feeling rather lazy. Plus, after spending mucho money on tires yesterday (not to mention my hair) I don't really want to spend anything today. Except when I go to Best Buy. But those are Christmas presents so it's allowed. Yes, I live in my own little world and make up my own little rules. It's pretty here. Really.

I thnk I've rambled on and on and on. Out.

I've been eating a PB&J sandwich while writing reviews for my tellers. Now my head is going to fall off. And I'm not talking metaphorically. Staring at all those numbers and stuff ... BORING! Plus, we're so much more than a bunch of numbers. Seriously. Yeah, the numbers look nice (especially the ones that are sending me to Hawaii in May. yay!) but I'm MORE. I'm crazy hair and cool sweaters. I'm amped up on frappuccinos and drooling over Michael Shanks. Speaking of which ... I was running on the treadmill last night (Heather said my ass looked big. Bitch.) while watching episode 2 of SG-1. Oh! The Hair! Shanks definitely gets better hair as the seasons go on. *sigh* Shanks.

See, I managed to journal today. Go, me!