I'm so annoyed with blogging right now. I guess it would be more accurate to say bloggERS. I know everyone does not have unlimited time. Some people have lives off of these screens. For now I'm not one of those people. That means I expect to have something to read and something to do. Some people have posted twice in 2 days. Some have posted twice in 2 weeks. The consistently posting twice in 2 months folk? I've been CONSISTENTLY deleting you. Especially if you don't come over here and share the love. Y'all know I need attention. I'm not an only child but I was for 19 months.
More blogs got deleted today despite the fact that I've been reading some of them for more than a year now, maybe 2. I know its ridiculous to hand down blog edicts, but really, they don't call me the blog bully for no reason. It's who I am. ThisiswhyI'mhot. (You're supposed to read that the way whatever rapper it is who is responsible for that song (I don't care enough to look it up) does so it seems mid-sentence, then keeps going.) I suppose part of the reason I'm going all blog postal is because I've been on my daily post grind for 2 months now. Is that not enough to make anyone crazy? I was thisclose to deleting all but about 10 of the blogs currently on my roll. I need suggestions. The blogger must post regularly-- at least 3xs a week. Yes, I know I'm being bratty. No, I do not care.
Sandy and Red are really taunting me by joining Blog365-- a plan to
I've always had a mild infatuation with that date. As in why that one? Who chose February 29th as opposed to August 32nd? Plus if you're born on that date? Extra special! They even have their own society! Very cool. Though it's stupid when people say things like, "You're really only 4" or something to that effect. Really? That always made me roll my eyes. I was such an indignant child. I have this thing about numbers and dates. I like even numbers (making it odd that I like 2/29) which means my own birthday slightly disappoints me because it's on the 23rd. Ooh! Most of all though, I like multiples of 5. I'm 25, 2008 is an even year. It should be fabulous, right? 25 sounds like the most fantastic age to me right now.
I once (in first grade no less when we all got those "Smoke-Free Class of 2000 shirts) thanked my mom for having me in 1982 because WHAT AN AMAZING YEAR TO GRADUATE FROM HIGH SCHOOL!! (I'd previously been disappointed not to be born in a more round year like 1980... IN FIRST GRADE!! I never said I wasn't quirky.) My poor mother. I remember her saying "You're welcome." I don't remember an odd look but if I have a child like that I will definitely be utilizing the head tilt, singular eyebrow raise-- you know, the classic "WHO ARE YOU ALIEN BABY AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY CHILD!?" look. Also commonly known as the "I suppose this is what my mother meant when she said I can't wait until you have your own children" look.
I know this is all over the place but I'm allowed because my body is rebelling against me in more than one way right now. I have throat ebola (self-diagnosis). I've determined this because I woke up this morning feeling like a microscopic man had been ice skating inside my esophagus all night long. It didn't help that I chattered incessantly at work today. I couldn't help it. Despite the body issues I was in a pretty good mood. I tried the free L.ipton's tea at work this morning. Yuck. Even with sugar it didn't make me feel any better. I got home and tried my stand-by: B.igelow's English Breakfast Tea. YUM!! Even the color is better.
[Yet another tangent (this is getting a bit ridiculous)]:
The blacker the berry the swee.ter the juice/the darke.r the flesh then the deeper the roots. I loooooove that song. Did I tell you one of my coworkers said TuPACK? PACK. That's T.upac, dear. Like chicken pox? Sigh. Why do I have to go through these sorts of things and use these sorts of comparisons to help you understand? This is not an obscure rapper. COME ON!!
Back to the lecture at hand: I also don't do flavored teas. I REALLY don't do Long Island Iced Teas. I know this next part will get my southern belle card revoked but... I also don't do iced tea unless its raspberry iced tea and even that's a stretch. If there's any other choice, I'll have that. Supposedly my mom makes fabulous tea because that and her lemonade are always requested at picnics, etc. Only hot English breakfast for me, please, if I must drink tea. Ear.l Grey is okay, too. That was a bit of a problem for my coworkers when we went to a tea and that's what I wanted. I know you like orange marmalade but really? No. BTW, traditional tea food? Not for me. GIVE ME REAL FOOD!! This is also why generally I don't do tapas. I need actual portions, not a sampler platter. Thanks. Anyway. My tea homie B(igelow) hooked it up. My throat felt better after the first sip. It also tasted better even without anything but a splash of milk. I think I'll just continually pour it down my throat for the rest of my weekend.
Have I ever told you how obsessed I am with drinks? Of any kind, not just alcoholic. Today in an effort to calm my screeching throat (with the "sexy" rasp LMAO!!), I've already had at least a gallon of water. I finish one glass in five minutes but the effect doesn't last nearly as long as this tea. It's so soothing I'm considering having my 3rd mug in 10 minutes. I also love lemonade, cranberry juice (not cranberry juice cocktail), orange juice. I like milk and egg nog. I do NOT like apple juice. Disgusting. Or sports drinks of any kind. They taste like watery cough syrup. Have you tired of the random yet? I have. Time to go to sleep. STAY AWAY MICROSCOPIC ICE SKATING MAN!!
*Still battling that jerk. MY THROAT BOX HURTS!! I did find out, though that my lemon sorbet soothes the throat so score for that!