Temerity Jane

My whole head is a scream so here’s some other stuff!

I commented yesterday, I think, to more than one person, that the inside of my head was just one unending scream.

Yesterday did not go my way.

A cat pooped in the middle of our bed. It didn’t even have the good grace to look remorseful. It was so gross. And I didn’t know what to do, because it was just this mound of poo. Right in the center of the bed. Wait, let me backtrack. Do you know how I discovered this poop? By smell. From across the house. So it was just there. So I screamed at the cat, and don’t accuse me of any kind of abuse because Internet, my tolerance for things is only so high, and any living creature, you included, that leaves a steaming pile in the dead center of my bed is getting screamed at. My screams brought Brinkley into the room, so I yelled at him, too, because he just looked all together too enthused by the situation and I found that REALLY UPSETTING. I couldn’t find any more of the cats to yell at, so I called Phil at work to yell at him while I dragged the sheet outside and shook it out in the yard. THIS WAS A MISTAKE, because later, Brinkley ATE IT. He beelined right for it and ATE it. So I told him I couldn’t even look at him and locked him outside and stormed away.

Phil and I take turns being the one who is frustrated and losing his or her mind over certain situations and circumstances in our life. Surprisingly enough, I’m usually the more grounded one, telling him things are what they are and dreaming about solutions and what ifs and maybes that aren’t going to pan out only ends up depressing both of us. Yesterday was one of the few occasions where we were both at the end of our soap, staring at each other from opposite sides of our office, shooting down ideas and poking holes in potential solutions and eventually turning our backs on each other to our own computers, headphones on and ignoring each other.

I should mention that all of this is on top of the fact that the fridge just died, so all of these events were being carried out under and overhanging cloud of bad-fridge stench. I just imagine my entire day yesterday took place under some low-hanging green stink cloud.

Today, though. Today it looks like one of those potential solutions that at first wasn’t a solution until some time from now, and then wasn’t a solution because it wasn’t exactly allowed, now could possibly potentially be a real solution that will solve 87% of the problems and issues we face right now as well as lift this ridiculously huge source of stress that continually shocks and amazes people right off of our shoulders. It’s a complicated, pain in the butt, kind of expensive solution, one that has come up and been shot down repeatedly before.

However, Internet, I am somewhat more confident that things are actually going to go our way for once, this time, and though I am normally a habitual shooter-downer, I am 3/7ths hopeful that our life is much closer that I thought it could be to being much more awesome than it is right now.

Sorry to be so cryptic. To make up for it, check out these awesome things!

!. If you follow me on Twitter, you know I recently became sucked into the Lady Gaga vortex, which mostly just entails watching Bad Romance over and over every day. Someone told me that it would last about a week, and they were right. Yesterday, I played THIS on repeat all day:

2. Remember when Josh got me a Julia Nunes t-shirt? And then I posted about how my Julia Nunes t-shirt got burned? And then a couple of weeks ago, I was working on some stuff so I reposted that story? Well, do you know who saw that? The JuNu Music people saw that. And you know what came in my mail after that?

How freaking awesome is that? Julia Nunes later said on Stickam that it was actually her mom who saw my story and told Julia about it, who said I should get a new shirt if I quit smoking. I didn’t know that she had said that, but coincidentally, I had indeed quit smoking (it’s been four months, if you’re curious).

If you’re not up on the latest Julia Nunes videos on YouTube, here’s the newest one, for Binoculars, off her CD “I Wrote These.” I have an autographed copy – one of the first gifts Phil ever bought me.

3. Right before Christmas? I opened my mailbox and guess what was in it! It was this!

From Awlbiste! Again! How awesome is that! Phil has already thumbed through it with an uncanny knack for landing on pages that utilize bacon as a major ingredient. I make a lot of the Pioneer Woman‘s recipes, and the book is awesome. It has pictures, for the cooking-developmentally-disabled like myself. I didn’t know how to chop an onion until I read her blog, true story.

Anyway, Internet, let me sum up for you:

A cat pooped in our bed which made me lose my mind, Phil and I made angry faces at each other, but it looks like just maybe, this one time, things might work out the way we hope they will, and that pleases me, so check out my awesome stuff.