here's my gripe…


What the hell am I doing?

It’s almost 5 am and I’m sitting here watching a bunch of sewing videos on Facebook. I don’t even know how to sew!

I can’t even sew by hand properly. Like, how do you finish the stitch off when you’re done so it doesn’t come loose? I don’t know! Who do I have to ask now? Nobody! The stupid videos don’t show that part.

I’m grumpy now. I need a coffee and a nap.



Is it just me…

…or does setting up a new phone cause untold amounts of anxiety and frustration?

And the realization that even though I don’t have that many passwords, I invariably forget at least one of them. 😱🤪🤬


What the hell is this shit, Facebook marketplace?

Its Black Friday and Facebook is giving everybody, I assume, $10 off crap being sold in their marketplace. Whoop. I cant imagine ever wanting to buy anything in there, but I thought I’d go check it out because I’m awake at 4:45 am and I’m bored.


I cant believe these things are still being sold. Ew.

Don’t blink.

Is this porn? Are they selling porn on Facebook marketplace? Ewww…

What. The. Actual. Hell?

I think I’m going to go have a cup of coffee and eat a piece of pie and pretend I never saw any of this.


I’m not ready!

I’m not emotionally prepared for Thursday to be Thanksgiving. It still feels like Halloween was just the other day and I’d have more time to psyche myself up for this.

But no. It doesn’t help that I (still) don’t have a working oven. Or that I seem to have the attention span of a gnat.

Supposedly, my sister and her husband will be in town some time tomorrow. We’ll see if that actually happens this year. If so, maybe that will kick my butt into gear and make me get something done.

Stupid not winning the lottery…


A local brewery got together with a local chocolate shop to create a special Christmas brew. In theory, this should have been awesome, but Mark and I think it is some of the most disgusting beer, EVAR.

It looks like we are in the minority with that opinion, but really, it is so gross you can’t even imagine. I don’t know what it is about it, I’m guessing it’s the vanilla flavoring. Just yuck. Yuckity yuck. 



I have a set of coffee and soup mugs with this pattern on them.

There is no markings on the bottom of any of them to denote who made them or when. They belonged to my parents, who have had them for as long as I can remember.

One of the mugs has a long crack on the inside of the mug. My mom had placed a cutting from one of her house plants in it, but I managed to kill it after she passed away. 😦

I tried doing one of those image searches with the above photo to see if I could find anything out about it, but there was nothing that looked even remotely like it. It’s very 70s looking, isn’t it. Maybe that’s why I like it so much.

I hear there are still paint-your-own-pottery places, but I don’t know where. That would probably be my only way to ever get a replacement for the cracked mug.