Ok, so last week I burnt my hardboiled eggs. To continue on that same 'Hi I'm an idiot walking freely in the sane world' type-saga, here's part deux.

So, I'm in the bathroom doing my usual nighttime routine, scrubbing the layers of dirt, grime and makeup off my face. To explain, I wear waterproof eye make-up so I need to use a 'remover' to get it off.

This routine of de-makeup, scrub scrub, dry then apply my layers of prescription acne creams (yes I was BLESSED with adult acne.) has been going on oh for YEARS. I could do it literally in my sleep.

I went into the bathroom to start my prodcedure. My products are kept in the closet....my 'eye makeup remover' and cotton ball along with several different types of cleansers. I began the scrubbing of eye #1 and proceeding to eye #2 with cotton ball realizing, "hmmm why does eye #1 burn a smidgen?" Ignoring this I start with swiping eye #2, then wondering why eye #1 is hurting, correction burning, correction stinging like as if a bee landed directly on my eyeball and stung it like 30 times... then eye #2 is showing the same pain levels. Looking down at my cotton ball, inspecting it to see if I grabbed a shard of glass to clean my eye instead of a soft 3 spun cotton ball.. "nope not glass...", now I'm thinking "hmmmm maybe my remover went bad, but it worked fine yesterday.." Then I actually looked at the bottle. There, that's the problem. I used FINGERNAIL POLISH REMOVER ON MY EYE FOR CHRISTSSAKE. And of course it had acetone in it. of course.


Now these bottles look nothing alike..... but somehow I seemed to get them mixed up.


















Yay, I'm sharp as a tack. :|
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From Ms.Mamma,

You Are Cindy Brady

Warm hearted and sweet, you have a childlike innocence that lets you see the good in everyone. But you're also a bit of a baby. You stick your nose where it doesn't belong... and cry when you get caught!

What Brady Are You?

This is TOTALLY not me. But eh, whatever. I don't cry. AND I'm too smart to get caught. :) The only part that is 'sorta true' is that she's the youngest, as I am, but I also grew up as an only child cause I was an 'oopsy'. So in my mind it's only half right on the one molecule factiod. The rest is cokamammie.....

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Is it really possible to burn a hard boiled egg????

Why, YES it is. Here's how.

If you put the eggs in the pan of water for boiling with a pinch of salt, then go downstairs to the large obnoxious sized television room and watch the hour and a half show "America's Got Talent" AND watch the ten o'clock news AND watch the Jay Leno Show through the Jay Walking segment of the show....

Then you hear a sound that's similar to a shot gun firing off in the kitchen... jumping and pissing pans yelling "what the hell was that? WTF!!!" THEN remembering, oh I was hard boiling some eggs. Fuck.

That's how you make the house stink like dead person farts. Fuckity fuck.

I shouldn't have added the salt, no?

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Have you ever done anything that makes you feel great? I don't mean like getting a manicure or buying yourself that expensive purse that you really can't afford, but you bought it anyways because you 'feel you deserve it' even though if you put a price quotient on it and compare it to you gross net earnings, it would be viewed as a person earning 8 bucks an hour buying a fifty thousand dollar car. That's not what I mean.

I'm describing something more like, volunteering your time, or donating blood, or maybe even something like finishing an important paper for school a couple days in advance and placing your blood sweat and tears in front of you while sipping your Small Skinny Latte with Mint Flavor (please)Caribou Coffee, smiling at the fact if you wanted to change it, you actually would have TIME to do that. That's what I mean. Something that has a plethora positive values that make you feel good, clean, fresh and rested.

Well, I did that today. I bought vacuum bags for my Oreck. God I love my vacuum.

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Tags: Oreck, vacuum, cleaning

I just finished canning my favorite jammy, Blueberry Rhubarb Jam. Which I subsequently call 'Bluebarb'. The rhubarb was given to me by a friend (I ended up with 26 cups of the delish ruby fruit filler) cut, cubed and frozen to make several of my nummy Rhubarb coffee cakes. Next I'm picking apples off the tree for canning. Hmmmmm pie.

Feels great to have my Christmas shopping done!

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Tags: canning jam, blueberry jam, cooking