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Wasn't Sure

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So I wasn’t sure where I was going to go with this post. I have just renewed my site, and I’m not sure why other than I like the address: Meisaj.com and have had it for years upon years now.

I post way less than the past. Sam and I had talked before having Marceline that we didn’t want to post tons of pictures of her all over social media. Considering we both stopped using Facebook (and yes I know Instagram is owned by Facebook, and I’m considering dropping that also), it wasn’t a hard decision to stick by.

However all my days are centered around Marceline right now. So if I don’t post about her, what am I posting about.

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And then my button fell off the shirt I’m wearing.

I’m not sure who else wears button down shirts when they hang around the house most of the day, but I am that person. A friend came over the other day and I didn’t have a button down shirt on. She remarked that it was very odd to see me without one on.

I went to our craft closet, which is probably the only place in the house that hasn’t been organized since we moved in almost two years ago. It’s a mess. Everything else in this house has been rearranged or clean at least once, if not several times, but our craft closet, not so much.

Shows how much we craft. I couldn’t find any white string, and got to thinking, who cares. I’m not working right now and even if I did go back to work half of my button shirts have been puked, pooped, spit up or otherwise covered in Marceline’s bodily fluids in one way or another, counting this one, so it would likely never see the inside of a school or office that I would work in, so why not use a different color. Red was the first string I saw so I grabbed it.

Honestly, I think it looks fine. And really, who cares.

Sewing a shirt button led to all sorts of reminiscing about the past. I think I learned to sew in 8th grade maybe. Was it 7th? We had to take a Home Ec class. Do they even have Home Ec anymore?

I made some Piggie Boxers in that class. So that would have been what… 1992 or 1993? I still have them in them in the back of my underwear drawer. Wore them as pajamas for a long time.

They still fit almost 30 years later. They are draw string, but the pattern they gave me to make them must have been huge. I was what, 80 pounds in 8th grade? Maybe 90 at most. Whatever, glad I kept them. Go Piggies.

Anyways, Marceline is waking up, which means reminiscing is done. But, while she slept I wrote several pages in her journal, did laundry, put my cast iron skillet in the oven to season, made a grocery list, did my push ups, took a shower, and sewed a button on my shirt. Not bad for two hours of free time.

Feeling Old in the New Year

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I’ve had a pretty good winter break.

This is my last day off before returning to work tomorrow, and I’m actually putting off doing some work for tomorrow while I type this.  But that’s ok.

So I had a good break, Christmas, visit with the family, playing with nephews and nieces, and relaxing with Sam.  We sort of planned our trip to my parents around her available vacation.  It’s the first time we spent Christmas together (we always celebrated early or later since I went home and she went to her parents).

All good.  So what do I do when we get back to Cleveland?  I decide that since I’m on break, relaxing and don’t have to work, I’m gonna stay up late and play some video games.  Not just video games, but a button smashing fighting video game.  Which is great, I loved it, but the next morning I wake up and my wrist is killing me.

Its to the point that when I rotate my wrist I can hear the muscle move. At this point its not the pain that bugs me, I can handle that.  Its the noise.  Hearing my muscle move it bizarre.  Reminds me of when I broke my collar bone.  I was laying on the ground in pain after diving to catch a frisbee, but the way I knew I broke my collar bone was that I could hear the bones grinding against each other.

So I’ll be wearing this for a while.

It is Sam’s for her tendonitis.  Which is what I’m sure is going on in my wrist.  It helps keep my wrist straight, but when I pick things up I can still occasionally hear my muscles move, which is still just weird – but its ok… I’m a Charpentier, I heal fast. But from a video game.  Awww.

Man it makes me feel old.

New Year’s and Random Resoluteness

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So I don’t ever take seriously making New Year’s Resolutions. I always figure if I am going to start something I should start it.

But on the other hand I understand the significance of a turning point. I remember a few years ago where a dream on New Year’s seemed significant. At the very least I woke up and felt like I had turned a corner (from what had otherwise been a downward trend). And I suppose New Year’s Resolutions set nice goals, however temporary they seem for most people.

So to that end let me make my list like everyone else does:

– I plan to continue drawing. A drawing for each day. I admit, I fall behind, but I strive to always catch up. I take my sketchbook every where so that I can draw in the minutes I have. Its important to me, and makes me feel good.

– I plan to exercise regularly. I started this one a while ago. I started biking 40 minutes a day after work. I’ve fallen off the bandwagon over Christmas Break as I haven’t kept a regular schedule. So in order to improve my exercising I need to set it as part of my schedule even when I am not keeping a regular schedule. I can do that.

– Keep the apartment cleaner. I’ve been slowly de-cluttering my stuff over the last couple months. A few small things here, a few small things there. We did some small rearranging, moved a bookcase to the bedroom (and got rid of six books in the move), organized what was left in the living room. Kitchen is next on the list. We’ve been more on top of the dishes and doing laundry.

– I don’t know, more outdoors stuff.

The thing with these goals is that I’m not reinventing the wheel, or doing anything new, I’m just building on top of what I’m doing now. And I kinda think that is how it should be.