A little late in the day, but I just finished my weekly jamicure. I’m loving the new cat wrap (Double Trouble), it goes perfect with my purple bat wrap (it’s now a retired wrap. A fact which makes me sad).
If there’s one word I could use to describe this summer, it would be “lost.” I’m not really sure where the summer went, and honestly I kind of feel numb about most of this summer.
My cat died, and it hit me really hard. I’m not sure why, either. Usually when I’ve had pets pass on, it’s been sad, but not so overwhelming. So, yeah, that threw me into a tailspin where I stopped caring about eating right and exercising, but enough is enough. I started back to exercising today, and I’m also back to measuring and monitoring what I’m eating. It’s soooooo super exciting.
One positive thing I did this summer was to write the first draft of what I hope will turn into my first real book. I started working on the second draft this week, and am doing my best to not get all perfectionist about it.
And that’s how I lost my summer.
Alrighty, it’s 2013. Today is the first day of the rest of the year, or something like that… So, before I get to my Doctor Who weekly obsession (who are we kidding, it’s more like a daily obsession), it’s time to get the list of goals for the new year listed.
Malia’s 2013 Goals
1. Lose weight. (This is kind of a no brainer, and I’m sure I’m not alone in having this at the very top of my list.)
2. Exercise a minimum of 30 minutes 3 days a week.
3. Write a blog entry once a day.
4. Write non-blog related things.
5. Finish the blanket I promised mom I’d make her 3 years ago.
6. Read through the Bible in a year.
7. Take at least 1 photograph everyday.
8. Watch all the Doctor Who episodes, starting with the first ones from back in 1963.
Okay, so this leads into my weekly (at minimum) discussion of all things Who. It occurred to me two days ago that I can’t really call myself a true Whovian unless I go all the way back to the beginning. There are a couple hundred episodes and more than a few Doctors for me to catch up on. I actually started this monumental task on the 30th, but I figured it was better to start early than not at all. So far I’ve made it through the first three sets of episodes from season 1 (1963). Here’s my initial conclusions…
-The stories are really good. Even though there’s so much I dislike about these early episodes, I really like the plots, so it makes it worth it.
-So far, the companion Ian, does almost everything. The Doctor is pretty much this old guy-that I spend most of the episodes wondering if he’s a dementia patient-that does nothing but be a jerk and cause more problems than actually do any good. Susan, the Doctor’s granddaughter, is incredibly annoying. The first episode, Ian and Barabara (her teachers, who end up becoming the first human companions to the Doctor) both spend quite awhile discussing how smart Susan is. I’m not necessarily doubting her intelligence, but I’d like to be given some evidence of it.
-Speaking of the women, man have times changed since 1963. Basically, the sole role of the women thus far has been to scream at everything and do absolutely nothing to help themselves. Seriously. There’s one part where Susan gets tapped on the shoulder when she thinks she’s alone, and instead of investigating (like one of the modern female companions) she screams and basically has a meltdown. There’s a lot of screaming done by these two women. Also, it really bugs me that there’s this general attitude that if the young handsome men don’t do something, it can’t be trusted to be done right.
Also, I spent New Year’s Eve, and New Year’s Day getting mom and dad caught up on season 6 & 7 of the current Doctor. I’ve now seen the ending of The Angels Take Manhattan about 4 times, and I still bawl like a baby. I’m super excited to see the Christmas episode and the rest of season 7.
In closing, here’s today’s photos (remember, taking at least one photo every day):
So, I got this bee in my bonnet to try making these brownies I saw on Pinterest. I started with a box of brownie mix and several packages of peanut butter cups:
I then made the batter:
I then poured part of the batter into the bottom of the pan:
I then laid out the peanut butter cups:
Then I covered that with the remainder of the brownie batter and popped them in the oven. Then out came this:
Mom cut them:
And I ate one:
The brownies needed to have cooked longer. Honestly, thought they were done, but I basically ended up with brownie batter goo in the middle (the top and sides were mostly completely cooked). However, if you’re going to end up with brownie batter goo, it’s best to have Reese’s right in the middle of it. Peanut butter cups make any baking “disaster” much better.
Now, here’s some pictures of my cats. Howard wasn’t thrilled I was taking pictures:
Best picture I’ve ever gotten of Gracie (She always moves before the picture finishes taking, no matter how fast I’ve got the speed set):
Gracie also has a thing about boxes (mostly, she likes to eat them):
Then, there was sunset and dusk:
And now, it’s bedtime for Bonzo.
-I love when I watch a movie that I haven’t watched in years and see that it’s still just as awesome as I remember it being.
-Sometimes it really kills me how divided I feel. I love & miss my family and friends at home, but if I weren’t here I’d feel the same about the people here.
-I feel confused about the iPad mini. How is this any different than an iPod touch? Much as I love my computer and iPod, it disturbs me that now marketing strategies seem to be, “Look, it’s a size we’ve kinda sorta, but not really offered before! Aren’t we amazing? Isn’t it great you’ll be willing to pay a couple of car &/or mortgage payments to own this?”
-I’m starting to think it’s a good thing for me not to watch Husker games. They win when I don’t watch. Because, of course, the world revolves around me.
-I miss my furry babies. I know I’m going to get home for Thanksgiving and Howie will completely and totally ignore me until it’s time for me to leave, and I don’t care. I miss his fuzzy orange face! I miss my Gracie, too. I miss watching her try to flirt with Sam & Dean whenever Supernatural is on.
-Aunty Ellen, if you’re reading this, Happy Birthday! I’ll call you later today (cause I’m pretty sure 4 a.m. wouldn’t be a good time to call). I’m so blessed to have you for an aunt, and I admire you so much. I hope you know how much you mean to me, and how truly amazing I think you are! I love you so much!
-I’m so thankful that my family doesn’t badger me about “When are you going to get married,” or “When are you going to have kids.” It’s hard enough when no one shows any romantic interest, and knowing there’s a 98% chance of no babies in my future. I’m just so unbelievably thankful this isn’t a standard I’m held up to. Instead, I’m allowed to chase my dreams, no matter how silly and foolish other people might find them.Dear Family, you are so amazing and I’d be such a bigger mess without you.
-I’m going to be 28 in 27 days. How insane is that? I don’t feel like I’m going to be 28. I feel like 15 or 16. The only times I feel old is when I’m around kids who are amazed by the fact that I remember seeing certain films (Land Before Time, Beauty & The Beast, & The Lion King to name a few) the first time they were in the theater.
-Is it weird to say that just seeing my severely beat up copy of Fellowship of the Ring is comforting to me? I can’t explain it. I have no idea how many times I’ve read LOTR , I lost count years ago. Actually, I never kept count. I just would read the series, and as soon as I finished Return of the King I’d cycle right back into Fellowship.
-It really bothers me when I see commercials for kid computers and the kids are learning to read and write on the tablet. I think what truly worries/frustrates/irritates me, is that usually you don’t see the parent until the end of the commercial and inevitably they’re either peeking around a corner or passing through the room where the child is. Computers shouldn’t be teaching the children! Parents need to be whipping out the good, old McGuffey Reader and teaching the child. Reading is not a computer game. There’s a huge difference between teaching the kid how to recognize and pronounce a word, and teaching a child to do those things and love the words. Computers don’t love. They’re a machine. Words are so important. Books are important. I feel like whole generations of children are being denied the pleasure of being friends with words, and that saddens me so much. Computers are great, and fun, but there are some things that they shouldn’t solely be relied on to do.