There is something about being bone-crushingly tired that is unlike anything else. It makes you forget things, it makes your favorite TV shows unappealing, it makes food tasteless and it makes things you were supposed to do not get done. I don’t know why I’m this tired right now. Monday I could explain it as tensely sitting in a car while driving on ice for hours, then just sitting in a car for a few more hours is tiring. Tuesday I could explain it as residual stress from the trip. But I’ve been going to bed early and sleeping fairly well, so what gives? I shouldn’t be this tired tonight.
Things that have not gotten done due to overwhelming fatigue:
Laundry
Unpacking
Embroidery project
Blog entries that actually say something (though this one sort of does)
Sending several emails that need sending
Catching up on shows before my tivo deletes them to make room
Bleh. Maybe this weekend…

Is it not enough that I work my ass off, you have to give me shit for every little thing? Well you can fuck off.
(Sorry. I’m in a horrible mood tonight. You’d think I’d be in a good mood because I got some good news today, but I’m not. I’m pissy and bitchy and irritated and bitter. And no, I’m not PMSing, thank you very much. I’m in a mood thought where I should not be blogging, but NaBloPoMo says I must so I am. Here. Enjoy. I’m going to sleep.)

I’ve been in a car pretty much all day. Driving in ice sucks (thankfully I was not behind the wheel). My brain is pretty much fried, and so I’m going to bed. I go back to work in the morning, but I’ll post some stories about the weekend soon.
While I’m glad I decided to do NaBloPoMo because it has gotten me back in the habit of posting, I’ll be glad when it’s over…

My sister and I went shopping today… Hooray for no sales tax! I picked up a few Christmas gifts, and a birthday gift for my brother in law. I also got a few things for myself. I’d like to have more of a chance to shop without sales tax, but I am so ready to go home…

that I might have been a little bit of a drama queen in last nights post. I was exhausted and hungry and more than a little bit overwhelmed with the events of the day and was rushing to get a post up. Yes, I really did post that at 11:59. Well, it published at about 12:10am, but I hit save at 11:59 to make sure I got the timestamp. We had a grand time out in the woods but there was an ER run afterwards that was scary. Out of respect for that person’s privacy that’s all I’m going to say- it was just a long long day. And now I’m off to veg and attempt to find the Sharks game in Oregon TV listings…

I had a post composed in my head earlier. We (my sister, brother in law, Keegan and I) were doing a fun activity and I planned out what I was going to say about it here. But then things changed and became not fun, and since I’m not sure yet how much of that I can share here, I’ll just say that while it was still fun there were chainsaws, and a snowball fight, and log throwing, and I used a machete. Then it got COLD and my pants froze to the ground and anytime I tried to walk anywhere I fell because the snow had turned icy and Uggs have no traction. That was the fun part.
P.S. No one got hurt from any of the above- that’s not the not-fun stuff. I’ll post the not-fun stuff later if I can. I’m really only posting this much because of NaBloPoMo.

Welcome to family dysfunction. (as an aside, I almost just asked my sister who can barely spell her own name how to spell dysfunction) My family loves each other and all that but we’re all so different that we have a hard time getting along. Mainly I think a lot of it is that my dad has trouble dealing with the fact that he raised stubborn and strong willed daughters. I’m glad to be here though, I don’t see my sister and brother in law often enough since they moved up here.
It’s apparently a sad day too, as my brother in law’s grandmother (got that?) passed away on sunday, and today would have been her birthday, so we’re trying to keep the bickering down for his sake. We’ll see how well that goes…

Keegan and I arrived safe and sound today at my sister’s. Getting here was an adventure. Most of it was the good kind of adventure, with laughter and hard snowfall and snarking about people at breakfast. But our hotel last night was a bit of an ordeal.
It pretty much started when we got into our beds and were settling in.
Keegan: Did you fart?
Me: No.
K: Are you sure?
Me: Yes, I’m sure. I don’t smell anything (as soon as those words left my mouth I smelled it. It smelled like something had died) Ewww. I think it’s coming from my bed!
It smelled like someone had farted and then made the bed relly fast, like a present for the next person to sleep in that bed. We laughed our butts off until long after the smell dissipated.
When I finally rolled over to go to sleep, I found my face off the pillow I had brought from home and sort of in the crack between the two hotel pillows. It smelled rather strongly of liquid dish soap. It was very odd. Keegan was all “Just keep your head on your own pillow, you’ll be fine. Dish soap and dirty farts…”
“Dude. Remind me of that in the morning, that is so going to be the title of my blog post tomorrow.”

One of the biggest fights Keegan and I have ever been in involved a long car trip and control of the car stereo. We have pretty vastly differing taste in music, and it can get ugly. Also, I’m a singing along kind of person, and that drives him crazy. Given that we’re going to be spending 20ish hours in the car together over the long weekend, we’ve pretty much come up with a “one hour of your music, then one hour of mine” agreement, with the other person having veto power if there’s something we absolutely hate. And I’ll try to keep my singing along under control, but there will still be some. I just can’t not.

It’s 11pm and I’ve just finished packing to go to my sister’s for Thanksgiving. Getting there involves a 10 hour car trip, and I’ll be gone 4 days. And it’s cold where she lives. I’m still not sure if that justifies the amount of baggage I’m taking with me. The pile I have to load into the car in the morning includes:
1 rolling suitcase
1 small bag with makeup/hair stuff/shower stuff
1 pillow
1 blanket
1 small zipper case with embroidery supplies
2 embroidery scroll frames
1 laptop bag
I sort of feel like I’m moving in to my sister’s house taking all that stuff for only 4 days, but I am the queen of the overpackers and when I try to cut it down (like the last trip I took) I underpacked and didn’t have enough of what I needed.