roundup

I'm a copycat
Morning people
The smoking thing
Brown hair
Wedding, ad nauseum
Social Anxiety club

I keep thinking of things to write, but I get halfway through the first topic and forget everything else I wanted to say. So in the name of copycats followers admirers everywhere, I'll follow Jane's example and use an outline. That's it up there. Topic one, done.

Morning people

The other day I said something about hating morning people and nobody's commented on it, but in my usual neurotic fashion, I feel the need to explain/defend the statement.

If you are a morning person, I'm sure you are lovely and wonderful and a joy to be around the other 15 hours of the day that I might be exposed to you. But for the first hour that I'm awake, it's not that I'm grumpy (really, I'm not) I'm just not prepared to deal with someone who is fully operational, much less (dear God) chipper when they first roll out of bed.

I've dealt with people who are ready to go when they first roll out of bed and it baffles me. Much like it baffles them that I am not. Oh, I can get out of bed and shower and move move move, but I'd really rather not, thank you. I'd rather take a shower in silence, watch the news, and let my brain marinate in some coffee for a bit, if you don't mind. I'd rather talk to the cats for a few minutes before I deal with any humans. I'd rather you just leave me alone before I bite you.

Ok, maybe I'm just a little grumpy in the morning.

I guess that's what morning people don't get - they're so relentlessly cheerful that they think if they flutter around you, making coffee and jokes and trying to perk you up that it will help when really, all you want is 30 minutes of quiet after you become vertical to readjust yourself. Some of us don't transition well. OK? Let me do my thing, you go do your perky bluebirds-are-singing thing over there and I'll come talk to you in a few, all right, Mary Poppins?

Jef is not a morning person. He apologized for it when we first met and I didn't think much about it until the first time I woke up next to him. Lots of people say they're not morning people, I thought.

Wow, he wasn't kidding.

But y'know what? It actually makes our mornings kind of peaceful. I know what to expect. We wake up and can each do our own thing and when we're both sufficiently caffeinated, everything's cool. You'd think it would be like two bears after hibernation, (except for the butt scratching) but it's generally pretty quiet, other than some coffee slurping and lighter clicking. I like our mornings.

The Smoking Thing

I got told that I wrote a "love letter to smoking" and I guess I did. I didn't mean to, but I've been feeling guilty because I didn't tell you, Dear Internet, that I'd started smoking. I'd even admitted to my MOM that I was smoking. So, now you know all my secrets. Everything except for the thing about the Corey Feldman shrine. Oh...wait.

Brown Hair

I have brown hair! Another thing I hadn't told y'all! Oh..muh...GAWD!! I went brunette at the end of May. My natural hair color could best be described as "bleh" and I've been lightening it (anywhere from platinum to "could pass for natural") for about 15 years now. I decided it was time for a change. I tried red one time and that resulted in the Neon Pink Episode. Yikes. I like the brown. I look a LOT LIKE MY DAD, which is not a bad thing. It does feel a little strange, 'cause I've been the Blonde with the Hooters for so long that I still describe myself that way. Anyway. It's just hair, if I hate it, I can chop it off and grow it back.

Wedding, ad Nauseum

Wedding angst continues. I've made two actual, honest-to-God wedding related purchases and no, I'm not going to tell you what they are. Mostly 'cause if I tell you, I'd have to show you and Jef reads this and I don't want him to see them. So NYEH. Anyway, this makes me feel like a big weiner, because of course, he's not in a position to even move down here yet. BUT! I'm looking at it like this - why not go ahead and do as much prep work for this as I can now? Right? Right. I'm not being a weinie, I'm being proactive! That's it!! Shut up.

Social Anxiety Club

A while back, I signed up on meetup.com just for general purposes. I have yet to go to any meetups, because I keep chickening out. The other day, I'm browsing through there, because it occurs to me, good lord, all of my friends are either at work or live in the computer. I R anti-social dork. Anyway, I'm browsing, there's a knitting group, a walking group, a Magic the Gathering group (uh, no thank you) and up pops a Social Anxiety group. And I think "hey, that would be cool, 'cause obviously these folks would understand if I go in there and say 'look, I've been signed up for a year, but I'm too freaked out about the idea of drinking coffee and knitting in a room of strangers to actually do it, y'all down with that?'" But then I think for a second and wonder just how on Earth a social anxiety meetup would ever actually....MEET. I'm not trying to be mean, but wrap your brain around that for a second.