squirrella: (wistful)
Life was touch and go yesterday when our Internets went out inexpicably for about 10 hours. HOW DID WE LIVE BEFORE THE INTERNETS???? We survived, though: his office in the AM, Ikea for some craft-y room shelving, then North Wales where we fondled Fenders and Martins and mandolins before plunking down $19 on a capo and splitting. Over, then, to Iron Hill for a lunch of nachos (note to intestines--no more fajita chicken. KTHNX.), and then up to Barnes and Noble for some birthday shopping. We hit Performance and stocked up on odd size tubes for his Campagnolos and then trotted over to Whole Foods where people existed wholly unaware of each other. How many times can you ram my ankles with your yuppy cart? Once is more than enough. Home and we started laundry, lamented the Internets, tried to steal our Swedish neighbor's connection, and then finally went to the Bala Theatre to see Juno, a decently done movie that I'd watch again. Michael Cera is funny, and I'm once again reminded that we need to somehow get Arrested Development, either through Netflix or Best Buy. We watched the series once-through and loved it.

The rest of the weekend was spent driving back and forth to Elmer, NJ. As of Friday morning, his father had also been admitted to the hospital (can't remember if I divulged that). And while the two of them are being released today, I still don't know what either one of them had. The trickle-down word was pneumonia, but her symptoms were: dizzy, dehydrated, diarrhea (they had to throw away the couch because she shat it up), and she was pretty much unable to move. His symptoms were: passed out/asleep in the ICU waiting room, unable to stand on his own, and OH, HE HADN'T EATEN IN A DAY OR SO, SO HIS SUGAR WAS OVER 300. Did I mention he's diabetic? Nevertheless, I've got beau coup daughter-in-law points, since I dropped practically everything and rushed to their bedside while their daughter went off skiing. Mike will tell you, she's a whore.

I'm finally seeing the end of the Green Ick, though I'm back on sleep-inducing medicine. I am now on a single dose of NyQuil at bedtime, as opposed to the 9 pm dose and the 1 am dose. I am sleeping in sexy poses: mouth agape, drooling, the occasional nasal whistle. I think I'll really kick this shit out once I get back to spinning--I haven't spun since last Tuesday! That's a LONG TIME for me since I typically spin every night.
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Best graffiti seen from the train to Boston: Suck my stump. We used it liberally for the rest of that day.

Best singing in the park: when some dude from NPR with a NitroJoe recorder and microphone asked the three of us to sing the theme from Cheers. Right across the street from the "original" Cheers bar. And near the statue that Mike and I posed under a few years ago:


Best non-road rage phrase used on the way up: Shut your trapezoid. My mother. Don't ask.

Best place to spend money: LUSH. OMG, I smell like a ROCKSTAR today. Also, Ocean Salt scrub is made with vodka...

Best way to assemble Ikea furniture: with never-ending margaritas followed by vodka tonics (because the margaritas *did* end...). We three assembled two end tables, an entertainment center, a shelving unit, a Poang and footstool all within 3 hours. Holy cam lock!

Best stitch learned in class: FRENCH FUCKING KNOTS! These little fuckers are now my bitch. I've seriously mastered the French knot and it only took two tries and about 30 seconds. I now cannot believe that I ever had a problem with this petty and pretty little stitch before.

Many photos to upload: Thai lunch, NPR guy, flowers, mom, sis, and more.

Oh, and my garage is EMPTY. Who let the car out? Why, Mike did!!! The Ghia is at the body shop and we should be getting an estimate this week. I'm scared and hopeful and nervous. BUT, I've had two Very Good fortunes in the last two weeks plus, I've picked up several lucky pennies, and I have a good feeling.


Dec. 2nd, 2006 10:15 am
squirrella: (PEI)
Saw the new James Bond flick last night. Typical Bond-age, but more gritty. It actually could have done without about 30 minutes and 2 love scenes--I was getting bored at one point. Judi Dench... you have such British teeth.

Avoided the crowds and just did the bulk of Christmas shopping for Mikey online. *phew* Now we just have to have a trip downtown to get for everyone else. I may just be getting into this holiday thing now.

I need to start with some jewelry making this weekend, which means I need to bring my tools home from work. Why they're at work, I don't know. Actually, I do know...

I think I volunteered yesterday for even more overtime. Plus side: money/earned time. Not plus side: working 6 or more days a week.

The idea of having to make conjugal visits is off the table. Finally, something good, right?

[Poll #880218]

I make no promises that cards will arrive on time, or at all. You know, the whole "I hate the post office" thing. Though, I will say, the Roxborough PO--that's a nice place to mail things.


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