67 Thoughts I Had While Watching Game of Thrones: The Spoils of War

Whilst settling in to watch Season 7, episode 4, I realized that few things could bring me more joy than live blogging it. And here we are.

  1. Why doesn’t HBO’s episode description, ya know, describe anything?
  2. Ah, we’re reminding everyone about the catspaw dagger. Iss back.
  3. Check out the Lannister host leaving Highgarden with the *hehe* “spoils of war”.
  4. BRONN! And he has dialogue!
  5. I prefer Bronn with the other Lannister bro. He and Jaime are too much the same character.
  6. Oh hey, Dickon. Giggle. 🙊
  7. Cersei’s eyes glazing over while Tycho is jabbering about being an instrument of his institution…same, girl.
  8. Trying to get a credit line increase. Royalty. They’re just like us.
  9. Bran and Littlefinger having a creep-off.
  10. Whoop, there it is (the dagger, o’ course).
  11. He ain’t falling for your shit, Baelish. He’s the goddamned three eyed raven.
  12. Chaos is a ladder, indeed. *mic drop*
  13. Let it out Meera, oh, my sweet audience avatar.
  14. A girl is Arya Stark of Winterfell. And she is HOME!
  15. These poor, stupid guards have no idea who they’re fucking with.
  16. The shot of Arya with the direwolf banner behind her. Chills.
  17. Poor Sansa is not getting any gratification from these sibling reunions.
  18. I have a bad feeling that these already lukewarm feelings betwixt the Stark sisters will cool rapidly.
  19. So, like, how does Bran know everything but how to talk to other humans?
  20. Can’t wait to see Arya fuck shit up with that dagger.
  21. Pod telling Brienne that Catelyn would be proud. I’m not crying; you’re crying.
  22. Missy and Dany having girl talk about Grey Worm is on point.
  23. Watch out Khaleesi. I’ve seen what Jon Snow does to girls in caves.
  24. Ooh what else you gonna show her Jon? Huh? Huh? Something that Southren Lords do to their ladies?
  25. Oh, undead army runes. Bo-ring.
  26. But important…obvi.
  27. That is some intense eye contact.
  28. I love Emilia Clark. Really I do. But there is something ‘nails on a chalkboard’esque about the way she says “bend the knee”.
  29. Varys and Tyrion are the bad news bears.
  30. Oooh, Dany taking Tyrion to task. I both love and hate this.
  31. More intense eye contact. Not gonna lie, I’m shipping it. It’s fine.
  32. Poor Pod. He gets knocked down, but he gets up again.
  33. Ooh la la. Arya vs Brienne is bound to be amaze-balls.
  34. And there’s Sansa being melodramatic for literally no reason. Don’t let Littlefinger see you sweat.
  35. Make Syrio proud, you beautiful faceless, water dancing badass.
  36. Excellent action angle.
  37. NO ONE.
  38. Sansa, get ye over thyself.
  39. Arya is going to return that dagger to Petyr…in spades. I’m certain of it.
  40. I love this Dragonstone camera work they keep doing. I wonder how many times this camera dude has fallen down.
  41. Davos, what is this weird thing you’re doing with Missandei?
  42. I need a bestie who loves me like Missy loves Dany.
  43. HOLY HELL. Jon and Theon. The intensity.
  44. I’d have been cool with it if Jon had punched him in the face.
  45. Hope you aren’t too attached to that loot Jaime. Mama’s coming for it.
  46. Ooh, I hope someone lights Randyll Tarly on fire.
  47. Dickon. Never gets old.
  48. IS THAT THE HORSE LORDS’ MUSIC?!?!?!
  49. Cannot wait to see these proper soldier against some bloodriders.
  50. Someday, I may not get goosebumps when Daenerys says dracarys. Today is not that day.
  51. Everybody was Arakh fighting. *whistles*
  52. Not even taking the food. Just burn it to the ground. I sorta dig it.
  53. Oh no. Don’t kill Bronn.
  54. This ish is intense. Fab cinematography.
  55. Oh no, but, like, don’t hurt Drogon, either.
  56. Wait, Tyrion’s there?!
  57. This must be hard for him.
  58. I mean, it’s hard for me. And I’m not related to and/or serving as hand to anyone here.
  59. WTF NOOOOO. DROGON!!!!!!!!!!
  60. Oh he’s okay-ish. Dany, please be careful on the ground.
  61. Jaime don’t be dumb! I see you looking like you’re going to be dumb.
  62. See? Tyrion agrees.
  63. Ugh, how will they get him out of this?
  64. Bronn with the assist.
  65. How deep is that water at the shoreline, really?
  66. Is he unconscious? Or is his armor too heavy? Why is he sinking?
  67. THAT is how we’re leaving it?

From the the desk of…

I’m working at my desk for the first time! I bought and assembled this super cute desk from IKEA several months ago, during my ill-advised, post-refund check shopping spree. Not only did I set it up in my closet/office, but I bought a motivational print from Etsy and a sweet driftwood-esque frame at Marshall’s to decorate my new workspace. And there it sat, unused (except as a junk catching surface) and largely forgotten for months. My excuse? The cheap chair I bought to accompany this desk (that I just had to have) wasn’t comfortable. Womp womp.
Luckily, whilst helping a friend move last weekend, I complimented him on his comfortable desk chair and he mentioned that he could snag me one from his office, which was closing. And boom. Here I sit.
I told myself I wasn’t going to get up until I created a blog post, but that went to hell about thirty seconds into typing, when my two year old awoke from her slumber. My husband is home now, though, and my excuses have run dry.
Now if only I had an idea of what I wanted to talk about…

I am not a goddess (domestic, or otherwise).

As you may have noticed, the internet is chock-full of captivating, Pinterest-worthy blogs, written by people who have mastered the arts of cooking, organizing, DIY, and parenting. So, why exactly, do I, someone who is barely a Jack of any trades, let alone a master, feel the need to start a blog?
Well, the truth is, I read these blogs. I follow these tutorials. I cook these recipes. I pin these educational games and beautiful crafts. And I feel…well, kind of inadequate. Not in a melodramatic “woe is me; I don’t measure up; my life isn’t worth living” fashion, but in the sense that I feel like these blogs simply weren’t written for people like me. They weren’t written for moms who have coffee and snot stains on the yoga pants that they’ve worn for two straight days or people who count grilled cheese as a home-cooked meal or folks who don’t happen to have mod podge or vanilla extract on hand. They were written for people who sort of have their shit together…and I just happen to not be one of those people.

“I am a hot mess.
Who are you?

Are you a hot mess, too?”
-me, with some inspo from my girl, Emily Dickinson