So I says, “CB wants me to blog for him tonight and I really don’t have anything on my mind, any topics anyone wants to see blogged?”
And an internet pal who we will call Snow says, “hmmm….

How about dinner? Dinner consisted of apricot chicken with the livers…mm…organ meat, broccoli and salad. It was not too bad.
Packing and moving? an update: There is nothing to update insomuch as I haven’t really unpacked, still can’t find my checkbook and basically am having a hard time caring right now.
Living with the rents? hows its going?Living with my parents is actually pretty decent. They give me my space but want to hear about my day sometimes. It’s sort of like how I wish high school had been. No real rules, just a vague interest and hope for some chores to be done. I can dig it temporarily.
Selling your car? The brother’s auto died too early so instead of taking my nice simple Elantra, he got himself a decked out Sonata. Nice. Will post pics maybe. Now my car may be sold or my mother might sell hers and keep mine. Either way someone gets money, so thats good.
How many little life appliances you have that you need converters for?A-ha! Here I am lucky for I, I have none! I don’t blow dry my hair, CB has an alarm, and well, what else is there for me to have to plug in really….I can’t think of any.
How is the diet and giving up smoking going?The smoking has been quit for over 2 months and I’m still going pretty strong. With that said however, I gained 20 pounds in the span on 4 months, most of it was during this second time quitting. So- quitting smoking is a big Hooray! The Dieting is a big scary mass of “dear lord, everyone take cover….the walking shatterer of tectonic plates doth approach, be afraid, be very afraid!” I think I’m going to try the Southbeach thing, seems like a realistic guide to eating
Did moving with the rents affect your commute to work? Yes! Yes and it blows a big prickly goat nut, this morning commute to “the House of Demon Children Committed Solely to Making my Cerebral Cortex Internally Combust”. It takes at least an hour to get to work, where it used to take me twenty minutes. It takes me almost 40 minutes to get home when it used to take me 15. I am spending waaaay to much time in my car. No one should know the ins and outs of my bum like that front driver’s seat does. Every time I sit down, I feel sort of violated…like my car seat is copping a feel. The bastard.
Does he want pets? what kind does he like? what kind do you like?” CB had a rabbit who passed away this past winter, so he had a pet. He said if he ever would get another one it would be a cat. This is good cause I have Rex and we are working on getting Rex to Belgium.
What is your favorite hobby? Currently my favorite hobbies are reading books and daydreaming about my CB.

And you can pardon the quality of this post as I was doing it while whonked out on an Ambien. But who knows, maybe you learned something.