Peanut Butter, Yarn, and my First Resolution.

Sometimes I just feel the need to type. I don't particularly have anything to say, but maybe I'll think of something.

I've had a lot of peanut better lately. I made two varieties of peanut butter cookies yesterday and it seems like Reese's has sponsored this holiday season.

I bought some new yarn the other day, I'd like to make a scarf with it; maybe I'll actually finish it.  Probably not though.

I was up at 3:45 A.M. to get ready for work this morning, that probably has something to do with the lack of valuable content in this post.

Here's something of substance, I plan on trying(crossing my fingers) to do the five dollar bill savings plan/challenge this year! All that there is to it is every five you get as change or from the bank, or wherever, you put it away instead of spending it. I did this two years ago with the bills I would receive as tips(back when I had a different crappy job that paid better + tips) and saved $1,100 in less than a year. I'm not anticipating a large amount since I don't use cash very often, but hey, it might help with a bill if something comes up. I think I just got a five today as change, so in the words of Mario, here we go!

Salty Coffee

Well it's been more than a month since the long-winded butterfly post.  Not much has changed.  Well except for the fact that after 2.5 years I finally had my braces taken off! Cue the peppy music and parade!  It didn't hurt nearly as bad as I expected it to. Yay! Straight teeth!

On a related note of amazing-ness, I tried a Iced Salted Caramel Mocha from Starbucks today, basically it was heaven, and yes, it deserved to have it's name capitalized.

You know those "Vote-For-Me" politician's signs that hang out on street corners(they have much in common with hookers)?  I noticed in a herd of signs today, and one in particular caught my eye.  It wasn't flashy, just simple white with black letters(possibly why it stood out).  It said something along the lines of 'Vote Subway, your local sub shop.'  It made me chuckle.  Well played Subway, well played.

Butterflies and magic and stuff

Yeah so butterflies are pretty. You know it, I know, whatever. They're all, fluttering around, like, 'hey look how graceful I am, I bet you wish you could fly like me. Check me out.''

So being the homeschooled kid that I was, I loved nature books; seriously, Readers Digest North American Wildlife was my constant companion. I memorized descriptions, copied the drawings, I knew where every animal, bird, bug, and fish were in the book. There were lots of other nature books in my life, but that one was by far my favorite. But anyway, back to the lepidopterans. 

  So butterflies were mentioned today by a pregnant coworker of mine who is having a hard time finding gender-neutral baby clothes. She had found something yellow, but it had butterflies on it, making it feminine. Later while I was in the shower, there happened to be a moth flying around. I hurried up so as to try to give it a better chance of surviving (steam = water vapors = probably not good for moth wings) and that got me thinking, butterflies and moths are pretty fricking amazing! 

They start out as eggs, then wormy caterpillars, then they weave cocoons out of pure magic, and then transform themselves with more freaking magic into beautiful flying furry(some) creatures of happiness and joy! Okay, so, to stay on topic, the wings are what I want to talk about. The moth in the shower episode made me wonder if parents are still teaching their children not to touch butterflies/moths (or maybe kids don't care so much anymore). It was my parents that taught me this. They told me if you touch the wings of a butterfly/moth, the "dust" will rub off and it won't be able to fly, therefore causing it to die. Turns out, that's not really true.

The "dust" is actually microscopic scales. Scales! So butterflies are basically dragons. Except for the whole breathing fire thing, but, close enough right? The scales are covering the super thin membrane of the actual wing. Losing scales will not deem the butterfly un-flightworthy, but rather may just expose some of the translucent membrane; if enough scales are lost and too much membrane is exposed, the wings can become torn, leading to the inability to fly. Not only do the scales provide the beautiful color on the wings, dark scales soak in the sun’s rays and some are even scented(pheromones)!

So yeah, butterflies are pretty darn awesome.

Silly humans

Do you know what's sad? The fact that we live in an age where if a stranger speaks to us out of the blue, we become suspicious of their intentions, or sometimes we may even question their mental status...

Walking to my car from the library, I passed a man and he said to me "Nice weather we're having." I smiled and confirmed. Then immediately thought, 'wow, that was creepy. What did he want?' Where has my faith in humanity gone? The poor guy probably was just in a good mood and felt like being a positive, balanced member of the human race. Then again maybe my first reaction was correct, maybe he was a weirdo. So where Is the line? At what point does being nice turn into being wrong? How can we be open to others and still be protected by our apprehensions?

Discernment is hard.

In other news, apparently I reserved a book from the library, just picked it up today and have no idea why I would have wanted to read it. It's a true story about a Navy SEAL. Seriously I have no clue what possessed me.

I'm going to go read some more A Game of Thrones.

Stupid emotions

I keep coming up with things I think will make my life better like, if get a good job I can move into my own place, then I will be happier, then I won't be in the same exact situation I've been in for the past nine years. As a sixteen years old I had a crappy job, lived at in my parents home, no social life.

At twenty five I have a crappy job, live in my parents home, have a crappy social life. Seriously on a good week I get to leave the house on my own to see a friend for an hour or so. I don't even want to talk about the guilt bringing task of finding a mate that my mother seems to bring up at a lovely time about once a month.

So I keep telling myself, eventually it will happen, I'll get there someday, but I won't be satisfied until then. Yes, it seems like I should be able to change things but I just can't seem to do it. I don't know how.

Today is a stupid day. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

Hello Sweetie

So I decided to follow in the footsteps of my friend switchthosefeet and start blogging again. As I type this I am supposed to be doing laundry. I really should get back to that... BRB

So coincidentally today is National Donut Day. So there's that.

On my drive into work tonight I saw a man jogging that looked exactly like a younger Bruce Willis. Then I saw a bunch of little bitty children playing lacrosse, pee wee lacrosse? Really? These kids were like six years old!

Well, maybe my next post will say something...