Monday, July 31, 2006
Please say or enter your ID number now
I have been doing a lot of medical maintenance today. Some things have not been easy as I am trying to make appointments at new doctors and they need medical records or I need prescriptions called into Tucson pharmacies and all sorts of fun fun things. High frustration level. Then I get to the last thing. I hate hate HATE those automated systems that want you to tell you why you are calling. They NEVER understand me. And my questions were complicated enough I needed a person. So I kept trying variations on that theme. And don't think pressing "0" works either, that'd be too easy.
It's fine now. But I am so done. I need to go somewhere and deal with live people.
It's fine now. But I am so done. I need to go somewhere and deal with live people.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
small space, big style
Congratulations to my dad, as he successfully rented an apartment yesterday. I had nothing to do with the equation.
My Bachelorette Pad, version AZ
Move in: August 22
Start Classes: August 23
Ideal? No. But neither was moving, being in a wedding, starting grad school and still working two jobs which is what I was juggling the week I moved the last time. I keep reminding myself it's going to suck no matter what.
Final days in the DC area: August 7-14 or 15
There's a reason I'm not coming back this week and it only partly has to do with the ticket price but the other reason can't be said out loud due to superstitions but just know it's a good one. And I promise we'll fit plenty of fun into that week. I mean, I'll be having fun the moment I get there since I'm flying to BWI and I don't have a car. I expect it's going to take me 3 hours to get to Arlington taking 56 types of public transportation. It's okay, it will be a nice way to say goodbye to the metro system. I've always adored the bus.
Suggestions for how to say a proper goodbye are welcome. Should I finally go to the Spy Museum? My hot agenda items include a final visit to my dentist and my hairstylist. Who can top that?
My Bachelorette Pad, version AZ
Move in: August 22
Start Classes: August 23
Ideal? No. But neither was moving, being in a wedding, starting grad school and still working two jobs which is what I was juggling the week I moved the last time. I keep reminding myself it's going to suck no matter what.
Final days in the DC area: August 7-14 or 15
There's a reason I'm not coming back this week and it only partly has to do with the ticket price but the other reason can't be said out loud due to superstitions but just know it's a good one. And I promise we'll fit plenty of fun into that week. I mean, I'll be having fun the moment I get there since I'm flying to BWI and I don't have a car. I expect it's going to take me 3 hours to get to Arlington taking 56 types of public transportation. It's okay, it will be a nice way to say goodbye to the metro system. I've always adored the bus.
Suggestions for how to say a proper goodbye are welcome. Should I finally go to the Spy Museum? My hot agenda items include a final visit to my dentist and my hairstylist. Who can top that?
Friday, July 28, 2006
Your life is ending one minute at a time *
I am afraid I was not clear earlier just how much MY heart is breaking over leaving all the amazing people I know in DC. Y'all were the only strong "pro" on my list. Given the reactions and promises to send me off with a bang, I fear my time will be spent in an experiment to see if one can pack to move while drunk/hungover.
So I 99% have an apartment. Not the tiny tiny one, but the just tiny one in the nice part of town. On the top floor, pretty close to the nice pool, not far from laundry. The 1% in question is that since I don't have proof of current employment, I have to have my dad co-sign and that just hasn't happened yet. I'm also about 99% thrilled about it. I'm 1% annoyed because between last night at 5:30pm and this morning at 9:30am, they raised the rent $14 a month and cancelled the incentive to sign a 13 month lease. But since this is a big complex that pretty much rents itself, they really have no reason to try to make me a deal, so I had to suck it up. I am somewhat outraged, but I had made up my mind I wanted to live there, so I can't let $14 hold me back. Instead I have to think of things like free covered parking and how great it's going to be to have a balcony with a mountain view (I hope)! I can have an herb garden! Al fresco adult beverages nearly year-round!
Which means now I should be working on my resume so I can earn an extra $14 a month. I think working on your resume is one of the most painful experiences. Especially when you have the varied background I do and you have to do a "functional" resume instead of a chronological one so you don't look like a wack job, but instead a fascinating person they'd love to have on their team. Ugh. Right. So here I go....
*Fight Club reference. The iPod shuffle feature chose it today during my workout, which really just makes you want to jump off the elliptical and do something else with the minutes of your life. Like go eat a block of cheese or something.
So I 99% have an apartment. Not the tiny tiny one, but the just tiny one in the nice part of town. On the top floor, pretty close to the nice pool, not far from laundry. The 1% in question is that since I don't have proof of current employment, I have to have my dad co-sign and that just hasn't happened yet. I'm also about 99% thrilled about it. I'm 1% annoyed because between last night at 5:30pm and this morning at 9:30am, they raised the rent $14 a month and cancelled the incentive to sign a 13 month lease. But since this is a big complex that pretty much rents itself, they really have no reason to try to make me a deal, so I had to suck it up. I am somewhat outraged, but I had made up my mind I wanted to live there, so I can't let $14 hold me back. Instead I have to think of things like free covered parking and how great it's going to be to have a balcony with a mountain view (I hope)! I can have an herb garden! Al fresco adult beverages nearly year-round!
Which means now I should be working on my resume so I can earn an extra $14 a month. I think working on your resume is one of the most painful experiences. Especially when you have the varied background I do and you have to do a "functional" resume instead of a chronological one so you don't look like a wack job, but instead a fascinating person they'd love to have on their team. Ugh. Right. So here I go....
*Fight Club reference. The iPod shuffle feature chose it today during my workout, which really just makes you want to jump off the elliptical and do something else with the minutes of your life. Like go eat a block of cheese or something.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
good-byes, part two
As I talk to/email with folks, I've been spreading the word about this, but it's time to make it official. (drum roll)
I'm moving to Tucson.
Your initial reaction might be that this is the easy way out, but I assure you that Tucson won on its own merit and not just on the fact that I've been hanging out here and I cry when I think about going back to Arlington. (Yes, really, tears were shed. That ain't a good sign.)
So here's briefly what's happened.
I've decided to pursue physical therapy school and in order to do so, I need to take many (MANY, actually) pre-requisite classes. Envisioning a life taking those pre-reqs in VA was where the tears happened, mostly due to a combination of the work/school/lack of life or funds to have a life kind of thing. So I thought about some other options, like where would I want to establish residency for applying for school later and where do I know people and where would I like to make a fresh start and in the end, Tucson bubbled up as a winner. The safety net of having family here just sweetens the deal.
Last week there were some entertaining moments as I jumped through the necessary hoops to register for intro biology and chemistry at Pima Community College. There are more hoops than one might think, FYI. All sorts of placement tests and approvals needed to get into these classes since they "move at a fast pace." I had to stifle a giggle when the advisor I met with said he'd waive the orientation on college (or whatever it is) for me since I'd already been a college student. (Gee, thanks, nevermind I've even been a graduate student) Or when the testing center told me that I'd qualified for honors placement based on my scores on the reading, writing and math placement tests. I've never been eligible for honors in my life. Dad's comment? "I"m glad your Vanderbilt education prepared you for honors at the community college. That was money well spent." Totally just busting my chops, of course, he's secretly proud I'm sure. And the chemistry placement test that I actually had to study for was an eye-opener, but shocking how much I did remember, however vaguely. But I made it, so starting August 23, I'm in class Monday through Thursday nights. Yay. Make that YAY! since I really am excited. I, of course, am really a huge nerd.
As for the moving bit and the employment bit, those are yet to be nailed down. But as wise friends of mine have told each other for years, "housing always works out...we don't know anyone who has literally ended up in a cardboard box." The good news is, there's plenty of options here. I just have to decide if I want to live in a cute part of town in a tiny place or a less cute part and have enough room I could even get a puppy. It's so hard when you don't know where you're going to work or the city that well, honestly. There's also that pesky matter of all my stuff and getting it out here. No, I don't know when I'll be back to pack and move, but it will be soon, obviously. Lots of stress, for sure, but also loads of excitement.
I'm moving to Tucson.
Your initial reaction might be that this is the easy way out, but I assure you that Tucson won on its own merit and not just on the fact that I've been hanging out here and I cry when I think about going back to Arlington. (Yes, really, tears were shed. That ain't a good sign.)
So here's briefly what's happened.
I've decided to pursue physical therapy school and in order to do so, I need to take many (MANY, actually) pre-requisite classes. Envisioning a life taking those pre-reqs in VA was where the tears happened, mostly due to a combination of the work/school/lack of life or funds to have a life kind of thing. So I thought about some other options, like where would I want to establish residency for applying for school later and where do I know people and where would I like to make a fresh start and in the end, Tucson bubbled up as a winner. The safety net of having family here just sweetens the deal.
Last week there were some entertaining moments as I jumped through the necessary hoops to register for intro biology and chemistry at Pima Community College. There are more hoops than one might think, FYI. All sorts of placement tests and approvals needed to get into these classes since they "move at a fast pace." I had to stifle a giggle when the advisor I met with said he'd waive the orientation on college (or whatever it is) for me since I'd already been a college student. (Gee, thanks, nevermind I've even been a graduate student) Or when the testing center told me that I'd qualified for honors placement based on my scores on the reading, writing and math placement tests. I've never been eligible for honors in my life. Dad's comment? "I"m glad your Vanderbilt education prepared you for honors at the community college. That was money well spent." Totally just busting my chops, of course, he's secretly proud I'm sure. And the chemistry placement test that I actually had to study for was an eye-opener, but shocking how much I did remember, however vaguely. But I made it, so starting August 23, I'm in class Monday through Thursday nights. Yay. Make that YAY! since I really am excited. I, of course, am really a huge nerd.
As for the moving bit and the employment bit, those are yet to be nailed down. But as wise friends of mine have told each other for years, "housing always works out...we don't know anyone who has literally ended up in a cardboard box." The good news is, there's plenty of options here. I just have to decide if I want to live in a cute part of town in a tiny place or a less cute part and have enough room I could even get a puppy. It's so hard when you don't know where you're going to work or the city that well, honestly. There's also that pesky matter of all my stuff and getting it out here. No, I don't know when I'll be back to pack and move, but it will be soon, obviously. Lots of stress, for sure, but also loads of excitement.
Monday, July 24, 2006
good-byes
Bye-bye, Tour de France. It was fantastically fun this year with the ups and downs and the constant changing of the yellow jersey. My morning routine won't be the same now.
A good-bye and a good riddance to Stuart Little, who finally managed to get stuck to a trap last night. Here's the thing, these glue traps contain no poison, so the little bugger was just gonna sit there and struggle for hours. Which I could NOT listen to. So I had to pick it up, squirming Stuart and all, and pitch it outside. (Such was my brilliant logic at 1:30am) This morning? Trap was clear. So either Daisy got him or he got free (and then Daisy got him). Either way, I think I now live in a mouse-free bedroom.
A good-bye and a good riddance to Stuart Little, who finally managed to get stuck to a trap last night. Here's the thing, these glue traps contain no poison, so the little bugger was just gonna sit there and struggle for hours. Which I could NOT listen to. So I had to pick it up, squirming Stuart and all, and pitch it outside. (Such was my brilliant logic at 1:30am) This morning? Trap was clear. So either Daisy got him or he got free (and then Daisy got him). Either way, I think I now live in a mouse-free bedroom.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
random things that have made me smile lately, who cares if they do the same for you
Lance Armstrong's cameo in Dodgeball (sidenote: I think Christine Taylor is fine and all, but is she ever in a movie without hubby Ben Stiller? hmm.)
http://www.eightprinciples.com/ is a fantastic summary of my philosophy of late. (Thanks to Jess for this one)
Don't you wish you had bought this domain?
I have had reason to dig out my college transcript and for the first time, I noticed my class rank. While my own ranking was fascinating, I am really curious where number 255 out of 255 and where number 1 out of 255 might be today.
And lastly, one of the funniest things this week is that the Gray Goose finally has fully functional AC. That's not the funny part. That's just cool. (pun intended) Dad insisted we get it checked out, as, well, it has been like 115 degrees here some days. So, we do. I'm expecting it to be hundreds of dollars since that's about what everything on an old Volvo costs...it was $90. That's right, I drove all of last summer and across the country this summer without AC and it only took $90. I mean, that's a joke, right? That's so little, even my unemployed, broke ass could have paid for it. It's really weird still, the AC. It's like a whole new driving experience!
http://www.eightprinciples.com/ is a fantastic summary of my philosophy of late. (Thanks to Jess for this one)
Don't you wish you had bought this domain?
I have had reason to dig out my college transcript and for the first time, I noticed my class rank. While my own ranking was fascinating, I am really curious where number 255 out of 255 and where number 1 out of 255 might be today.
And lastly, one of the funniest things this week is that the Gray Goose finally has fully functional AC. That's not the funny part. That's just cool. (pun intended) Dad insisted we get it checked out, as, well, it has been like 115 degrees here some days. So, we do. I'm expecting it to be hundreds of dollars since that's about what everything on an old Volvo costs...it was $90. That's right, I drove all of last summer and across the country this summer without AC and it only took $90. I mean, that's a joke, right? That's so little, even my unemployed, broke ass could have paid for it. It's really weird still, the AC. It's like a whole new driving experience!
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Sykes in ‘08
One of the really tremendously great things about being out here with the fam are the convos we’re having. Not the kind you might be thinking of. Nothing of a serious emotional nature. Oh no. But serious nonetheless. For example, tonight our convo took a couple twists and turns and ended up with my dad declaring that the way to solve the majority of the problems in this country would be to legalize drugs. All of them. And his arguments weren't half-bad. I told him I didn’t think he’d win with a pro-crack platform. (Not that I think he was saying he’s pro-crack, but that’s how the media will twist it. ha ha ha.) Maybe you have to know Al Sykes to know how hilarious and serious this was.
Okay, so yes, there’s more going on around here. There’s the near completion of the quilt. There’s the movement from Sudoku for Dummies to Black Belt Sudoku. There’s the continued watching of the awesome Tour de France. (Floyd’s in yellow!) There’s plenty of Food Network. And there’s some pretty serious researching and planning about the next phase of my life. (The whole reason I took this sabbatical, I have to remind myself.) But I’m sleepy (no coffee today) so I’ll promise to catch y’all up tomorrow. Or the next day.
Okay, so yes, there’s more going on around here. There’s the near completion of the quilt. There’s the movement from Sudoku for Dummies to Black Belt Sudoku. There’s the continued watching of the awesome Tour de France. (Floyd’s in yellow!) There’s plenty of Food Network. And there’s some pretty serious researching and planning about the next phase of my life. (The whole reason I took this sabbatical, I have to remind myself.) But I’m sleepy (no coffee today) so I’ll promise to catch y’all up tomorrow. Or the next day.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
My roommate, Stuart Little
I know I don't have a whole lot going on right now, by many standards, but it's not like I don't deserve a solid night's sleep. (And, for the record, I'd argue I have a whole lotta goin on.) For crying out loud, it's on the first level of Maslow's hierarchy. Especially when sleeping through the night has eluded you for nearly 5 weeks and you don't have a newborn in your house. Grr.
Which is why I am ready to kill the fucking mouse. He's everywhere. Some nights it sounds like he's behind the bookcase. Sometimes like he's under the bed. In the closet. EVERYwhere. Scratch, scratch, scratch. Yet I can never find him. The traps are worthless. And how is he still alive anyhow? Where is the food and water source in this bedroom?!
Last night we reached a critical point. I was ready to do battle. It's my fucking bedroom. Technically, it's the guest room or maybe the girls room. But right now, I'm the only girl/guest here. So Stuart Little is getting evicted. Per usual, around 2:30am, he scratches, only this time it's at the closed door, seemingly as if to escape. At least I think that's what's going on, I can't see very well with all the shadows and my glasses are in the bathroom. Very quietly, I take the plastic bag out of the trash can next to the bed, ready to pounce on Stuart, figuring I'll catch him first, then figure out how the hell to get rid of him. I come within inches, but I miss him. So I say, "Fine, Stuart, I'll open the damn door for you, but leave and don't come back." I never see him leave, but later I wake up AGAIN having to go to the bathroom and I close the door behind me. Around 4am, scratching again, at the door for sure, but I can't see anything (and now I have my glasses). I get up and as I get to the door, I can see the shadow of Stuart trying to get in. Like hell he's getting back in here. But clearly Daisy has fallen down on the job as she hasn't yet killed him for me. Yet another strike against the damn cat. Again, with the trusty trash can, I try to open the door and catch him. Again, I miss. And again I think, why do I think this is going to work?!
But at least he's outside of the room. That's a victory of sorts. I move the trap to the outside of the door and go back to sleep. In the morning, no Stuart on the trap. Shit.
Tonight, I'm thinking tylenol PM, warm milk and/or chamomile tea and a quick prayer that Stuart doesn't make it back into our, I mean, MY room during the time the door is open today while the cleaning service is in the house. I just want 6 or 7 uninterrupted hours. Not even 8 or 9.
In other updates:
Dad looks basically normal. Which is to say I hope the changes he wanted are visible, but I'm very happy that he still looks like my dad and not some freakish version of my dad. I also keep learning new things about the man, like I had no idea that he loves Christmas lights. My whole childhood, we were a house with plenty of Christmas decorations inside, but never more than a wreath on the front door. He and Donna have always had lights, but Donna's a bit of Christmas nut (in a good way) so I chalked it up to her preference/influence. I never knew all those years my dad would have loved a few strands in the bushes. Fascinating.
I made a meatloaf, creamy cheddar corn pudding and oatmeal raisin cookies yesterday. All of them were pretty tasty. I mostly followed the recipes and I'd make them all again, but with even more modifications, naturally. I'm on a bit of a quest for oatmeal raisin cookie recipes right now. Dad and I were talking about how my mom's recipe for them disappeared like so many of her recipes and I commented that I remember boiling the raisins. Donna suggested perhaps we hypnotize me to see what else I remembered. I opted instead to look for recipes with "boil" and have a few to work through now. The cookies tasted too dry out of the oven last night, but the one I had with breakfast (that's right, cookies for breakfast. I'm on VACATION.) was much softer. But I have to keep looking. Suggestions welcome. I plan on doing some more cooking, but Dad and Donna have such different tastes than me (i.e. they don't eat most vegetables and as enlightened as he is, tofu is not dinner in my dad's book) that it's going to be challenging. I've been given the strict rule that I'm not allowed to trick them into eating any vegetables. Shh, the meatloaf had oatmeal in it to give it a fiber boost and they were none the wiser. Again, suggestions welcome.
Which is why I am ready to kill the fucking mouse. He's everywhere. Some nights it sounds like he's behind the bookcase. Sometimes like he's under the bed. In the closet. EVERYwhere. Scratch, scratch, scratch. Yet I can never find him. The traps are worthless. And how is he still alive anyhow? Where is the food and water source in this bedroom?!
Last night we reached a critical point. I was ready to do battle. It's my fucking bedroom. Technically, it's the guest room or maybe the girls room. But right now, I'm the only girl/guest here. So Stuart Little is getting evicted. Per usual, around 2:30am, he scratches, only this time it's at the closed door, seemingly as if to escape. At least I think that's what's going on, I can't see very well with all the shadows and my glasses are in the bathroom. Very quietly, I take the plastic bag out of the trash can next to the bed, ready to pounce on Stuart, figuring I'll catch him first, then figure out how the hell to get rid of him. I come within inches, but I miss him. So I say, "Fine, Stuart, I'll open the damn door for you, but leave and don't come back." I never see him leave, but later I wake up AGAIN having to go to the bathroom and I close the door behind me. Around 4am, scratching again, at the door for sure, but I can't see anything (and now I have my glasses). I get up and as I get to the door, I can see the shadow of Stuart trying to get in. Like hell he's getting back in here. But clearly Daisy has fallen down on the job as she hasn't yet killed him for me. Yet another strike against the damn cat. Again, with the trusty trash can, I try to open the door and catch him. Again, I miss. And again I think, why do I think this is going to work?!
But at least he's outside of the room. That's a victory of sorts. I move the trap to the outside of the door and go back to sleep. In the morning, no Stuart on the trap. Shit.
Tonight, I'm thinking tylenol PM, warm milk and/or chamomile tea and a quick prayer that Stuart doesn't make it back into our, I mean, MY room during the time the door is open today while the cleaning service is in the house. I just want 6 or 7 uninterrupted hours. Not even 8 or 9.
In other updates:
Dad looks basically normal. Which is to say I hope the changes he wanted are visible, but I'm very happy that he still looks like my dad and not some freakish version of my dad. I also keep learning new things about the man, like I had no idea that he loves Christmas lights. My whole childhood, we were a house with plenty of Christmas decorations inside, but never more than a wreath on the front door. He and Donna have always had lights, but Donna's a bit of Christmas nut (in a good way) so I chalked it up to her preference/influence. I never knew all those years my dad would have loved a few strands in the bushes. Fascinating.
I made a meatloaf, creamy cheddar corn pudding and oatmeal raisin cookies yesterday. All of them were pretty tasty. I mostly followed the recipes and I'd make them all again, but with even more modifications, naturally. I'm on a bit of a quest for oatmeal raisin cookie recipes right now. Dad and I were talking about how my mom's recipe for them disappeared like so many of her recipes and I commented that I remember boiling the raisins. Donna suggested perhaps we hypnotize me to see what else I remembered. I opted instead to look for recipes with "boil" and have a few to work through now. The cookies tasted too dry out of the oven last night, but the one I had with breakfast (that's right, cookies for breakfast. I'm on VACATION.) was much softer. But I have to keep looking. Suggestions welcome. I plan on doing some more cooking, but Dad and Donna have such different tastes than me (i.e. they don't eat most vegetables and as enlightened as he is, tofu is not dinner in my dad's book) that it's going to be challenging. I've been given the strict rule that I'm not allowed to trick them into eating any vegetables. Shh, the meatloaf had oatmeal in it to give it a fiber boost and they were none the wiser. Again, suggestions welcome.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
a little drunk...a lot of fat tire...
ok, so yes, it's only 9:15pm. but when you start drinking in the afternoon.... god, i sound like i am in dewey all over again... anyhow, i have been doing some serious thinking and some serious...um, well, thinking. and some of it has just not been the sort of thing you blog about when you know people are reading your blog. sorry. maybe in a couple of days.
less serious things...
the devil wears prada - not bad
the tour de france - i am 100% behind Floyd. i picked him before this whole thing started, i swear! unless something happens to him, in which case, how can i not pick his very very cute friend Dave Z? we're not in the mountains yet, so it's still anyone's tour to win. yay! so exciting! but i will always cheer harder for the Americans. even poor Levi who is "looking forward to the mountains" despite his 67th (or whatever) place.
my first lap quilt -
going to be kick ass. or it should be, based on the time i have spent picking out fabric and washing and ironing it. pink. yellow. orange. woo hoo.
less serious things...
the devil wears prada - not bad
the tour de france - i am 100% behind Floyd. i picked him before this whole thing started, i swear! unless something happens to him, in which case, how can i not pick his very very cute friend Dave Z? we're not in the mountains yet, so it's still anyone's tour to win. yay! so exciting! but i will always cheer harder for the Americans. even poor Levi who is "looking forward to the mountains" despite his 67th (or whatever) place.
my first lap quilt -
going to be kick ass. or it should be, based on the time i have spent picking out fabric and washing and ironing it. pink. yellow. orange. woo hoo.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
the quilting could get out of control
Yesterday I spent hours sewing, pressing and fussing over little squares of fabric. Oddly calming activity. Total output was 2 placemats and 1 too small to be a placemat rectangle. I'm not saying they're good. But they're not bad. Especially for someone who hasn't touched a sewing machine since 1987 when I made JAMS in Home Ec. Am considering trying to make an article of clothing. A skirt can't be harder than all those little squares. (Famous last words, I'm sure)
Today I went to a yoga/pilates/tai chi class. Shocked at how well I followed along since it's been ages since I've done anything like that. Naturally there was one pose where everyone else was facing the back wall and I was facing the front. Oops.
Today I went to a yoga/pilates/tai chi class. Shocked at how well I followed along since it's been ages since I've done anything like that. Naturally there was one pose where everyone else was facing the back wall and I was facing the front. Oops.
Monday, July 03, 2006
the last few days...a summary
Eat cereal. Drink coffee. Watch portion of Tour de France. Ponder how face can be oily and broken-out AND so dry and just how bad can it get here in the desert in the summer. Watch old movies with Dad. Ask Dad to explain sudoku and if he has anything other than "Super Hard Only For The Obsessive Sudoku" lying around. Feel dumb when unable to solve "easy" level sudoku. Explain how cycling is a team sport to Dad. Go to gym. Read. Eat whatever I feel like. Download information on parks and trails. Don't actually go on any hikes or runs or even walks. Flip through Donna's quilting books, decide it's the hobby of the summer. Watch What Not to Wear with Donna. Ponder getting highlights, only to remember I have no money, ponder doing highlights myself, only to remember the various ways that could end up in disaster. More Sudoku. More Tour de France. Get remedial lessons on sewing machine. Decide book is stupid, design own pattern for placemat. Cut fabric. Close eyes, see blocks. Decide to clear head before going to bed.
oh, and Donna was in a car accident on Friday (she's fine and we all had a Friday night out like normal people) and Dad had his face lift surgery today (yes, face life. and he's less fine at the moment, but will be fine. and eventually will be 10 years younger fine.) More on all that when my mind is not swirling with the very important topics I've been thinking about...
oh, and Donna was in a car accident on Friday (she's fine and we all had a Friday night out like normal people) and Dad had his face lift surgery today (yes, face life. and he's less fine at the moment, but will be fine. and eventually will be 10 years younger fine.) More on all that when my mind is not swirling with the very important topics I've been thinking about...
