The Insanity Continues

I wanted to get up and walk this morning but there are two reasons why I didn't.

1) I accidentally on purpose fell asleep on the couch.
2) I woke up around 12:30 and spent about 30 minutes in the bathroom being sick and then couldn't fall back asleep for nearly two hours.

But I did take a shower. Partially because my hair was gross and partially because I have to go to the store during my lunch today. Normally I go on Saturday mornings but I'm meeting my coworkers for lunch tomorrow. Our manager turns 50 in July and we're getting together to give her tickets to Wicked when they come to town next year. And Sunday is Father's Day and my brother wants us all to get together. So there really is no other time than today.

And, while yes, I COULD go after work, I get off at 4:30 and traffic at that time of day on a Friday is horrendous; I'd much rather take a longer lunch.

I have had a low grade headache for a couple of days now. I have not had a headache that wasn't due to sinus pressure or eye strain for a very long time. I also woke up with a massive leg cramp.

I finished watching The Closer and found Major Crimes (the spin off) on Philo. I wish I could watch Major Crimes while I'm working, but Philo has commercials and I hate commercials so I'll watch it on my TV where I can fast forward through them or mute the TV if I can't.

I've been meaning to do a watch through of The Mentalist so I think I'll watch that while I work.

My bad mood carried over to the weekend. Not even getting an advanced copy of the second book in the Dark Water series made it better. I tried to improve my mood by dressing cute to go to the store. I am still regretting that choice because I wore sandals and my feet still feel raw from sliding against the soles.

I tried a new recipe but with some additions. It's good enough but I think when I make it again, I'll follow the recipe to see which I like best.

For the first time in a while, I remember what I was dreaming when I woke up.

I owned a house and either had a bunch of people living with me or they were just visiting. I had gone somewhere and when I returned I wanted to take a shower but my bathroom door was shut and locked. I knocked and when the door opened, there were a couple of women in the bathroom. It was all steamy and the mirror was fogged. I shooed them out (I was pissed but too tired to do more than than remind them this was MY bathroom and they were NOT allowed to use it without my permission (they tried to say that they HAD to use it because the others were all being used and since I wasn't there they didn't think I'd mind)). Of course there was no hot water left. And then later while I was on the toilet another person came into the bathroom and left the door open (the toilet was RIGHT in front of the door for some reason). I complained and the MAN who had walked in on me rolled his eyes and left but did not shut the door behind him. After that I discovered that someone had taken most of my clothes (when I found them they were attempting to wash them (dress pants, satin shirt, bra, EVERYTHING) because they thought that would make up for them using my bathroom without permission.

Oh, and one of the women was Elisa Donovan (Morgan from Sabrina the Teenage Witch).

I have such a big case of the "i don't wanna's" today. I did not walk this morning and I don't feel bad about it. That is how much I do not care today. Really wish I did not have to work.

I need your guy's help. The story I'm working on (the one that I HATE) needs an ending. For reference, this is set in the Dark Blue (TNT show from 2009-2010) fandom.

Dean grew up rich but ignored. His parents disowned him when his father caught him kissing another boy. After a few years he landed on his feet as a police officer in LA. He had changed his name by then and firmly shut the door on his past.

Now his father has died and Dean received a letter explaining that he is mentioned in his father's will and if he doesn't attend all the 'events' prior to the reading of the will, then no one will receive their inheritance.

He goes but is far from happy about it. His mother tries to pretend they were a happy family.

My question is: what, if anything, should Dean inherit?

I'm leaning toward him getting more than his mother feels he should. And by that I mean, she thinks he should receive nothing because the last time Dean saw her he told her that she's dead to him. Plus, he got married without inviting her and refuses to tell her his wife's name. What she doesn't know is Dean is married to Carter, who accompanied him to his father's funeral. His exact inheritance would be his father's shares of the family company (60% (which makes him the new chairman of the board)) as well as the apartment in Manhattan.

There's also the option of Dean getting nothing but being specifically mentioned as further insult from a man who considered him a burden.

Or he could get everything and have to decide if he leaves his mother penniless and homeless.

So, dear friends, which would you chose? My daughter suggested Dean receiving an inheritance from a family member who is/was more powerful than his father but I'm not sure how to work that into his father's will.

I did not want to walk this morning. But I did!

I almost forgot to weigh myself before I got dressed (my scale says I have to be barefoot to use it because it measures more than weight). The last time I walked, I wanted to go for longer but I hadn't put my hair up so I stopped before I was ready. Today I put my hair up thinking I'd walk longer but after nearly nine minutes, I had to stop because I was uncomfortably hot and my hip was starting to hurt. I'm going to turn the AC back down when I start walking tomorrow and see how much longer I can walk.

I discovered last night that I bought too many hamburger buns. *face palm* I bought eight pre-made hamburger patties and for some reason that translated into me needing to buy two eight count packages of hamburger buns (WTF?). I was thinking I should buy more hamburger patties or maybe do Sloppy Joes, then decided I could turn the buns into garlic toast for the pasta I plan on having next week.

I do not like the shirt I put on today (took it off as soon as I took the picture). I thought the orange part at the neck and hem was just a strip but it's not. It like someone cut off the front of a shirt and sewed it to the seams of the blue one.

I had every intention of walking this morning, but around 3am I was woken by a massive Charlie horse (you'd think with how often it happens, I'd learn to not point my toes when I stretch). It took several minutes to unknot and when it did, it moved into my foot and then into my toes. It was so bad that I'm still kinda limping. And since I don't have anything to grab on to should I stumble (it's only a walking pad even though I call it a treadmill), I figure I shouldn't risk it.

I have two TikTok accounts: one that is just for me (it's set to private) and one where I post reviews of things (I started it for my year goal of watching my DVDs in order to purge them).

Up until yesterday my personal TikTok would tell me 'Only you can view this post' whenever I post a video, now it says 'Followers can view this post'. My security settings have not changed. I do not like having to change it to 'Only you' every time I make a post but I cannot figure out how to change it back. I know, first world problems, right?

I forgot to mention yesterday that the shirt I wore is one I bought for Valentine's Day years ago. The one today is the one I wanted to wear that first day I got dressed. Normally, when I get dressed I stay dressed until 10 at the earliest but today I had to change back sooner because the sweater was making me too hot despite it being rather thin. Or it could just be that I was still hot from my shower even though it was not nearly as hot of one as I usually take.

Once again, as I was getting up that little voice in my head was telling me I could skip walking today. I just ignored it again.

I have watched Chicago PD from the very first episode. Over the years there have been times when I have thought about not watching it anymore but I keep coming back.

I remember watching the opening scene of the first episode and wondering how a police officer could walk out of prison and right back into wearing a badge. I decided that Voight must have been undercover to catch corrupt officers or something. But if he was, it was never mentioned (or at least I don't recall it being mentioned). And, if I'm remembering correctly, his being in prison wasn't mentioned again after a few episodes; definitely not after the first season.

Voight hasn't always been my favorite character but he has his moments. Wednesday was the season finale and Voight did something that I feel is something season one Voight would do, not season twelve Voight. He has grown over the years and while I understand why he did it, I definitely do not agree with it. And if it has the consequences I think it will, it's his own damn fault.

For most of the episode, I was afraid we weren't going to see the wedding of Kim and Adam because these shows like to tease us with the promise of a wedding and then not let us see it. I mean, we didn't get to see all of it, but we did get to see Kim in her dress. I have been wanting to see them married since season one. They are just too cute of a family. Only thing to make it more complete, is another child. Biological or adopted like Makayla, doesn't matter.

I've decided to add BtVS to my watch list. And by that I mean, I am now actively watching seven (completed) series. Yeah, I am also reading three different books. Does that make me crazy?

I know how most of the characters turn out because I have watched AtS so that might change how I view BtVS. Yes, I know what happens to Buffy's mom. No, I am not going to skip that episode, even though I will want to.

Currently, I've only seen the first episode and, despite becoming one of my favorite characters, I cannot stand Cordelia. She is a raging bitch and huge mean girl. Xander is an annoyingly huge ball of second-hand embarrassment. I am already in love with Willow and cannot wait for her glow up. Giles can go get fucked for all I care. And Buffy. *sigh* I have nothing even remotely nice to say about her right now.

I had originally planned to clean my bedroom Friday but because of the ants, I decided to clean my bathroom instead.

So, I took out the trash and collected the mail, per usual. Then at 9, I turned down the AC. I swept and vacuumed the dead ants and threw the rugs in the wash. I then cleaned the tub and shower and mopped the floor.

Saturday I went to the store later than usual because I wanted Chick-fil-a. The line was stupid long, as it usually is around noon, so I got Arby's instead.

When it was time to clean the bathroom Saturday night, my body said no. So, I cleaned the toilet (it needed it and I need the toilet seat fixed) and picked up the trash on the counter. Since I had cleaned the counter just a few weeks ago, I didn't see the need to clean it again Saturday.

I had originally thought to try a different version of the strawberry cake for my mom, but then decided that since I have a whole year to do that, I would just make myself a red velvet cake instead. Walmart was out of red velvet cake mix so I grab a Dolly Parton chocolate cake mix since I have been wanting to try one of her cake mixes.

Around 2pm Saturday, I decided to make the cake. Only to discover that I needed 6 tablespoons of butter. I did not have any stick butter and since I use margarine from a tub, I figured I had better go back to the store. But not on Saturday. I decided to go on Sunday. Shortly after this, I realized I had also forgotten to get batteries for my scale.

So, I went to the store Sunday and got some more eggs (I have been wanting bacon and eggs so I got some of that Saturday but the cake mix calls for 4 eggs), butter, batteries, and another box of cereal since I didn't get one of Saturday (didn't think I needed one but decided I did).

I made the cake around mid morning. And stupid me, put the whole stick of butter on to melt. So I decided to not use the oil. But then I hit the minus button instead of the plus to melt the butter (my microwave does not have numbers (I know! But I didn't notice until after I got it home and since it's a full sized microwave instead of an apartment sized one, I was not going to return it)), cooking the butter for several minutes instead of ten seconds and ended up with browned butter. This gave the batter a nutty after taste and I figured the cake itself would have one too. Spoiler, it did not.

I ended up having three pieces of the cake. I seriously could have eaten the whole cake. This does not mean the cake is that good, it just means that I really like chocolate cake.

The Dolly Parton mixes are made by Duncan Hines so this tasted like a Duncan Hines chocolate cake. I plan on making this one again in order to see how following the directions exactly changes the taste (prediction: it will taste the same).

Then I made lunch. I found this recipe on TikTok for what the creator calls heart attack patties. Below is the directions if you want to give it a try yourself.

Ingredients:
Hamburger patties (or meat of your choice)
Worcestershire sauce
Seasonings of choice
2 cans of cream of mushroom soup
1 packet of beefy onion soup mix
Shredded cheese of choice

Directions:
Preheat oven to 375*. Season patties with Worcestershire sauce and seasonings then cook in desired fashion. Spread one can of soup on bottom of casserole dish, top with half packet of soup mix, patties (only six will fit), other can of soup, other half of soup mix, and cheese. Bake for 15-20 minutes.

I chose to use two packets of soup mix figuring it would increase the flavor. Only I forgot to put the second one on before the cheese. *face palm* In hindsight, I should have just left it off, but I didn't. This caused the dish to be very salty. When I try this again, I'm going to follow the directions exactly.

I'm still a bit sore from cleaning Friday and going to Walmart Saturday and Sunday so I chose not to walk this morning.