Have you ever wondered what other people’s day-to-day lives are like? Trish at Love, Laughter, and a Touch of Insanity has an event for that! She’s challenged bloggers to log their activity for a single day to share with the world. If you have an excellent memory, you may recall that I played along last year and tracked St. Patrick’s Day, so I figured I’d do the same this year. Let’s do this, shall we?
Thursday, March 17, 2016
7:00 am- Alarm goes off.
7:09 am – Alarm goes off again.
7:18 am- For the love of St. Patrick, I want to sleeeeeeeeep.
7:27 am- Fine! I’ll get out of bed, you miserable task master. (I hate you so much right now, alarm clock. So. Much.)
7:30 am- Grumpily wait for bathroom time. Hubs and I rarely overlap on getting ready, but we did today. And I’m a terrible, terrible grump.
7:33 am- Use bathroom. Pleased that I showered last night and set out my clothes so the morning stupor wouldn’t affect my greenness. We wouldn’t want a repeat of last year’s forgetting to wear green on St. Patrick’s Day, now would we?
7:38 am- Get dressed, including green t-shirt, green shoes, and novelty Irish headband. Sparkles AND feathers.
7:52 am- Leave house, listen to NPR in the car and lament, lament, lament the state of the world, and American politics in particular. (I told you I was in a terrible mood.)
8:15 am- Arrive at work.
8:18 am- Read emails, do work. Dang. I need some coffee.
8:30 am- Check Facebook. See photo of “nieces” in St. Paddy’s swag. The redhead is wearing a green t-shirt that says “Ginger Pride.” Die of cuteness.
8:49 am- First sip of coffee with Irish Cream creamer. I’m in charge of the office coffee and creamer supply, so I choose seasonally appropriate flavors.
8:53 am- Laughed really, really loudly at a text Hubs sent. It included a picture of a ferret in a Leprechaun hat. You’d probably have to be us to find that exceptionally hilarious. It’s lucky that my co-workers are immune to my random outbursts (swearing at computers, talking to myself, giggle-snorts) because nobody batted an eye.
9:00 am- Wonder idly if Hubs could tell the difference in color between my t-shirt and the grey hoodie I’m wearing over it, given his mild green deficiency color blindness… A truly sad state of affairs, to my mind. Green is the best of the colors.
9:10 am- Selfie. This headband is not going to properly appreciate itself, you know. (Crankiness evaporated with the coffee, in case you were curious.)
10:00 am- Feeling restless. Decide to raise desk to standing desk (I know, right? It’s pretty sweet.) I rarely use the feature but sometimes it helps when I’m feeling fidgety.
11:30 am- Have quick chat with Andi that ends with me being extremely hungry and admitting that I didn’t know white gravy was a thing until my teen years. I mean, why on earth would I ever have ordered biscuits and gravy for breakfast when PANCAKES existed? Plus, in my Midwestern existence, all mashed potatoes were served with brown gravy. I’m mildly ashamed.
12:36 pm- Lunch! I’ve been hungry for an hour now so I’m pretty stoked about putting food in my belly. I had creamy tomato pasta soup and an English muffin with laughing cow cheese (the garlic and herb flavor.) I realize a can of soup is not a terribly exciting lunch, but I really, really like soup.
1:10 pm- Work and more work. Really exciting stuff here, people.
5:01 pm- Wow, I really dropped the ball on recording, huh? Luckily, I didn’t do anything particularly interesting. At least not to the casual observer. I get changed so I can head to the gym. I suppose I could change at the gym, but locker rooms are not my favorite thing so it’s just easier to change before I go.
5:25 pm- Arrive at gym. Do Body Combat. I like to kick, and stretch, aaaaaaaaaaaand kick! (I also sweat. A lot. It’s super gross.)
6:35 pm- Leave gym and head home.
6:48 pm- Arrive home
6:50 pm- Shower. So very, very necessary.
7:05 pm- Prepare dinner. This consists of browning some sausage and setting a boxed mix of jambalaya to boil. Y’all know I’m useless in the kitchen. We’re keeping it real, here. (Also keeping it real is the fact that Hubs would never be cool with me cooking corned beef and cabbage in our house. Too odiferous.)
7:20 pm- Sit down to watch some crappy TV whilst jambalaya cooks its requisite 25 minutes.
7:45 pm- EAT. It was a good batch this time. Yes, sometimes I even screw up food that comes out of boxes. I AM NOT GOOD AT FEEDING MYSELF.
8:02 pm- Hubs puts on Baskets. It’s that Zach Galifianakis show where he’s a clown? It’s super weird and awkwardly funny but not usually in a gut busting sort of way. It’s also pretty sad. I don’t know how I feel about it, honestly. Louie Anderson makes a convincing woman, though, I’ll tell you what.
8:18 pm- Hubs asks if I would like a Shamrock shake. The answer is YES.
8:20 pm- Hubs leaves to acquire said shamrock shakes. Because it’s St. Patrick’s Day. And they are delicious.
8:29 pm- SHAMROCK SHAAAAAAKES!!!!
8:40 pm- I decide I’d rather read The Walking Dead: Compendium Three than continue paying attention to Hubs’s weird taste in TV.
8:49 pm- Shout of utter repulsion. Common TWD experience.
9:07 pm- Shout of joy and delight regarding TWD. (I can’t tell you why. Spoilers. But daaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn.)
10:02 pm- Fold some laundry. Hubs is really good about doing the laundry, as in the washing and drying part, but he doesn’t fold and put it away. That’s my bit. So I did that.
10:27 pm- Watch a couple of YouTube vids with Hubs. We have to keep tabs on The Tim Tracker, you know.
10:49 pm- Head up to bed. Read The Summer Before the War by Helen Simonson for a bit.
11:11 pm- This time is completely estimated, but I definitely didn’t last long before I conked out.
So yeah. That’s what a day in my life looks like. It’s nothing thrilling, but we can’t all be super exciting, right? Anybody out there do anything especially fun on St. Paddy’s?
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