Insanity is a dish best served microwaved

A few months back, I received an envelope with some return address labels from a charity.  I need address labels.  So, I put the donation card in my basket of things to process.  At the end of the month, I found the donation sheet and decided to make a small donation to the cause.  I figured that if they took the time and resources to make these labels, five or ten bucks wouldn’t hurt.  Boy, was I wrong.

Now I receive at least one set of labels a day.  I swear all these charities have like a bat phone when I a sucker like me decides to donate.  I get them now, they are from random charities I never even hear they existed.  I used to put them in my file maybe thinking I would donate… they go straight to the recycle bin now.  I have come to the conclusion that all these charities are using the same company to market for them and are probably taking 80% of the profits.  Sad that’s the way it’s got to be.

Other than that, life is going fantastic.  Work is kind of slow so I don’t have a ton going at the moment.  So that leaves me time to take care of other parts of my life.  Mainly me.  I spent most of Saturday morning out in the hammock enjoying a quiet day reading.  Then, I headed over to Oroville to help Jen’s family celebrate her Grandpa’s birthday.  It was fun to meet all of Jen’s aunts and uncles.  They are all characters in their own way.  I am comfortable in Jen and my relationship that I came out swinging.  I thought they should see my wit from the beginning because it wasn’t going away anytime soon. We had some Chinese food and headed back to Chico.  When I got home, I had a craving for some rice crispy treats…. so I did what any real man would do… I made them myself.  Jen got to my place and we just sat in the kitchen just talking.  It was probably the best hour I’ve spent with Jen that week.  I also introduced Mean Girls to Jen.  It’s funny because the movie was made in 2005, but it’s already looking dated.  It’s so crazy that the last four years have just flown by. 

Sunday was quite the event.  I hate getting up to an alarm clock on Sundays.  However we had major Halloween decorations to take make.  But first, I had to be disciplined enough to go to the gym.  Sunday was one of those days that I couldn’t run no matter what was in front of me.  I get really frustrated at myself when I can’t accomplish what I want.  I had a feeling I wasn’t carbed up enough to make the run. Still, I was pissed.  I’m still pissed because now I have to run two days in a row which I don’t enjoy. 

We got to Blake’s and got started on the decorations.  We were painting anything that would hold still silver and black.  After a few hours of painting, pizza, and E! True Hollywood Story (Kaitlin sucked me in) we had the majority of the decorations done.  I was exhausted from being out all day.  When we got home, I was making dinner and Jen had to do some running around.  She called me while she was out and asked me if I wanted Dairy Queen.  How could I resist?  When she got back home, I opened the freezer for her to realize that she had already ate half of hers.  Argh.  Well I guess I was making dinner of myself.  It’s okay Jen hates leftovers and I’m not cooking again until all the food I’ve already made and/or bought is gone.  I’m on dinner strike.  (: