Brain Dump Friday

Every Friday (almost every Friday) on Facebook I post a status called “Brain Dump Friday”.

I post whatever random things pop into my head.

This was yesterday’s:

I got polka dots in the mail. I found out you can buy polka dots online, and I bought 400 of them. I have big, BIG plans for them! Barry is afraid to come home and see what will have polka dots on it. (Too bad the ceilings in this house are white…so are my dots. Can you imagine how fun it would be to look up and see polka dots??? I think that would fun to look at. Maybe it’s time to paint the ceilings…)
My cat keeps wanting to play fetch with me, and I don’t want to. But then he looks at me with those big green eyes, and I’m such a sucker. His ball is by my feet right now, but I’m extremely busy with this. He just glared at me when I told him ;).
I’m on what appears to be the second day of a migraine. I haven’t left the house for two full days, and I need to go out, but I can’t even get dressed in “outside of the house” clothes.
In my office is a chair. A chair that used to be my Grandmother’s, and then got passed down to my mother, and now it is mine. It is apparently the most comfortable chair in the entire world. Yes, folks, it does exist, and I have it. I will never get to sit in it though, because I can’t pry a cat out of it long enough to get in it. One or the other is always in it. Cats are jerks.
It’s been 120 days since I last tweeted. I think everyone knows what that means by now, and I don’t have to explain. If you don’t know, it’s not dirty. There should be some kind of coin or pin for that.
I still don’t care for purple, but the guest room looks very nice, and I’m happy with the color. I keep walking in there, but every time I do, I apologize to my mom, and walk out. I’m not sure why, or what that’s about. We got the carpet remnant last night, and it’s rolled out now. It feels amazing to walk on carpet again. I kind of miss it. Not in the “Let’s carpet the whole house” way, but more in the “Let’s consider carpet remnants for a couple more rooms” way. It cost more to bind the edges than to buy the whole piece of carpet. Weird. It was still reasonable…far more so than carpeting a room would be.
I think it’s funny that my husbands shaving cream can says “ultra sensitive” and directly below that it says “ultra sensible”, which I assume is the French word for “sensitive”, but I always take that as, “Hey, Vicki, well done! You’ve made a wise choice and the universe is proud of you. Just don’t use me like you did that one time in a pinch. I have aloe and that makes for a pretty horrible scenario.” To which I reply, “Oh, I remember that rash very well…very well indeed.” This causes me to make a face. Then I stop talking to the can of shaving cream and go about my daily activities.
That is all.
#BrainDumpFriday

I don’t think anyone read passed the polka dots.

And one person is constantly accusing me of being a goody two shoes…like we’re still in grade school. It’s childish, and it really bothers me. I’m a grown woman, and I’ve made plenty of mistakes, and proven myself to be bad on more than one occasion. I’m going to stop responding to him. I don’t even understand how any of that would qualify as “goody-anything”. Whatever.

All of my brain dumps are truth.

I mostly leave out the sad stuff.

-Kicks

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s