Sometimes I hate the internet. But most of the time it makes me feel warm and fuzzy.
I just wrote a big ass entry and it got eaten up. Eaten up and then spit out somewhere in cyberspace. Ptooie. Like a big loogie.
Summed up:
1) Thanksgiving was good, and involved lots of time with family and friends and
Wonder Dogs of
Doom. It also involved an entire day spent laying in bed watching Law & Order reruns and reading. It was indeed a perfect day.
2) I got to spend a day in San Francisco, which only served to remind me that one of my life's big regrets is that I have never managed to live there. And also, I have spent too much time since then daydreaming about us moving to My Gay Boyfriend Spike's commune on Franklin Street.
3) I got a new doctor and she is awesome. And so is the office staff at her office. I will probably be healthier than ever now that I won't be dreading going to the doctor.
4) I realized I never posted my 3 Day Walk recap. So i will be doing so later this week, in pictures. Thank you Flickr, I love you!
So yeah, lots of pictures added to my Flicker account now.
And also, ack, 17 weeks until the wedding! I think I am freaking out now! I have too many things to do (including getting Hepatitis A shots and passports)! Eek!
We're going to this place, this place which is cold
So it's been hard trying to think of what to write about since that last entry. Which is still there and is still a total downer, because money problems usually are a big downer.
Although it is almost $2000 less of a problem today than it was last week. Thanks, guys.
Speaking of thanks, Thursday is Thanksgiving! I know you totally almost forgot, didn't you? Well, it's a good thing you have me here to remind you.
In honor of Thanksgiving, Kev and I will be heading back to his old stomping grounds, where I will alternately bitch about being cold and threaten to steal his mother's dog. (You would too, because Oscar the Carne Asada Burrito Dog is awesome) Last year, we ended up on the road for something like 12 or 13 hours, and half of that was spent sitting in traffic, and another hour of that was spent waiting to eat at a random Coco's in the San Fernando Valley. Total. Suckage.
We decided somewhere around the 10th hour that this year (and every year that we go up there for Thanksgiving, forever and ever amen) , we would fly. So back in July, we dutifully booked our flights and hotel room and car rental (Thank you, Southwest Airlines & Hotwire.com! We still love you best!) and went about our merry way.
It did not hit me until this weekend that holy crap, we were flying out on the day before Thanksgiving. In the middle of the afternoon. On Southwest, where one has to practically have to the death cage matches to get seats together on a good day. The holiday crowds will be rabid, I'm sure. And this is not something I've ever talked about before, but traveling makes me cranky. It's like my tolerance for stupid people drops to -43. Everyone and everything annoys me, and I always end up feeling like someone has been crowding into my personal space and getting my aura all dirty or something. So yeah, not really looking forward to dealing with the crowds tomorrow, especially since Sacramento is, as I mentioned, COLD and so I must bring bulky clothes and therefore must check my luggage so we have to be there way super early.
Everyone, please think happy thoughts for Kevin. He is the one who has to deal with me in the middle of the mess. However, I have promised him porn and sex when we get up there, so he should be fine.
We're going to venture into San Francisco on Saturday (Kelly, are you going to be there?) and if all goes as planned, we'll be hanging out with a few Suspects for dinner. All that on top of getting to hang out with Missi and Samantha and Susan's Wonder Dogs of Doom. Yeah, I guess they're worth the airport headaches.
But I better not catch a cold is all I'm saying.
Day, brightened
I am so spoiled
Next up: Cookies & Holiday Cards
Here's something you probably wouldn't have guessed about me:
I would absolutely love it if someone, someday, were to sign me up for the
Harry & David Fruit of the Month Club. I mean seriously, what could be better than getting a big ass box of fruit that you can't get anywhere else without even having to go to the store.
Speaking of the store, that picture below this entry? Made me stop in my tracks and snicker to myself because come ON, it was announcing a Pork Fest. I half expected porn to start playing on the giant TVs our local A!berts0n's has decided to install (because really, what shopping experience is complete without commercials constantly running in the background?). It was indeed the only bright moment in the shopping trip, considering that it involved forgotten bananas, irrestible shrimp, and a man who decided that he needed to arguing for a good 10 minutes about which pack of bottled water was actually $1. And he was, of course, the man directly in front of me in line. Awesome!
I'd already had a long day anyway, since I managed to get up and go to the gym, despite the dark and the cold and the desire to stay curled up in bed. And I even came home and made some just lovely chicken in my new favorite balsamic honey glaze. (And oddly, my hands smell like onions for some unknown reason since I haven't cooked with them in weeks.) Because I am Back On Track with the healthy eating and the working out and the writing down the Points.
But I did have a last Twix today. So there.
Can you believe it's already almost Thanksgiving? That sure came on quickly. And yet, even with the advent of the holiday season, I'm way less busy than I was last month. And that's a really good thing.
What's also a really good thing? Me wrapping up this entry, because it is lamer than a one legged duck. Good night.
Funny!
Ha ha...yes I am 12
World's tiniest handcuffs
That's how someone, somewhere referred to wedding rings once. It's kinda funny, especially in light of how the two of us like to look at each other and promise "For the rest of your LIFE!" when doing something especially moronic.
So yeah, we went and bought our wedding rings today, and they are lovely. My set will look like
this when put together; he went with a nice basic brushed metal look. They need to be resized, and engraved, and then tucked away for the next few months. But they're here, in our house, the most tangible symbol yet of our impending marriage.
I can't wait to wear it every day.
It's 10:00 and I should be in bed
So yeah, I got new glasses. And they are hot, mostly because they make me not squint and get headaches while working on the computer. I did post one crazy ass looking picture of me in them on Flickr. I look like I'm getting ready to kill someone with my super-powerful Dewey decimal skills.
I also ordered a second pair right after picking these ones up so I will not make myself go without glasses for two years again.
Boss Man called them "very dignified", to which I replied that maybe they would make people take my scoldings more seriously. The very ebst part about the new glasses is that when I was on my way back from picking them up, I decided to stop off and grab a latte to get me through the afternoon and the dorky register clerk screwed up and didn't tell the barista my order so it wasn't made and I had to ask her to do it so she totally gave me a coupon for a free drink. Better vision AND free future coffee. What more could a girl ask for on a cloudy Tuesday afternoon?
It's pretty much become all wedding, all the time around here. This has caused me to have my first wedding nightmare which involved my photographers totally flaking on me and sending Richard Grieco in their place. And he dragged me into some random store to take pictures and insisted on putting a parrot on my shoulder and said parrot promptly crapped all over me and this all happened while Kevin was off somewhere else having a good time with some people I didn't know. Parrot shit on my wedding dress. Goddess above, if that happens I might pass out.
We booked the carriage this week, which has led to me coming up with a processional that leaves much room for stumbling hilarity. Or total awesomeness, one of the two. Seriously, it involves people climbing out of carriages and walking down long staircases and a lot of them are not young people so here's hoping none of us hurt ourselves.
In other news, we voted tonight and San Diego will finally, FINALLY have a mayor. A mayor who probably won't be able to fix the damn quagmire the city's government has become, but a mayor nonetheless. Oh, and we'll finally have a full city council again. Will wonders never cease.
Even
Riley and
Abbie got in on the voting action. Because they are super patriotic cats who hate Arnie.
And now I need to go to bed because man alive, I have to go to the gym early tomorrow.
*snerk*
Someone found my blog searching for "teeny tiny bras", and I was the number one entry on the list.
Google obviously doesn't know me very well.
There is no poop here
Man, there sure are a lot of entries about poop in the blogs and journals and things on the internet. Cat poop, baby poop, mama poop. Too much poop. I hearby pledge to never talk about poop here. Thus ends today's random thought that ties into the entry title.
I started NaNoWriMo yesterday, but I'll admit it's a half-hearted attempt. I'm jsut so tapped out in general this year. Again.
And on top of that, I know what I'm writing is pure and utter crap. I have some really great characters just waiting to be written but...I'm not worthy, not right now.
This weekend we'll be in scenic Chino again, where Kevin will once again be spending Saturday being big time announcer guy at the band review. I decided that this year, I will skip the hours spent shivering on the bleachers (even though this year, I actually have cold weather gear that I could use to stay warm). Instead, I'll be spending at least half the day with my soon to be mother in law, since she decided to drive down for the weekend as well (this despite the fact that we are flying up there on the 23rd, at which time she will actually get to spend some time with us; that's how much she loves us). She's not going to get to see much of Kevin but she and I are going to go explore Victoria Gardens a bit. I've already decided that I'm not staying out there all damn day, because I could totally use some time to just lay in bed and watch really lame television while reading really trashy magazines. Decompression time, you know? Hotel rooms are good for decompression time.
I got my nails done tonight and now my nails hurt. It was time for a new set, which meant that Amy got to rip all my old ones off first. She alswyas makes fun of me for saying ow when she starts clipping them off. It's hard to type when your fingertips are throbbing. They're pretty though.
I think it's time for me to have a good, loud, sobbing cryfest. I haven't been letting myself do more than some quiet momentary weeping lately, even at the memorial service this weekend. I know I've got some serious weeping building up since today I started getting all teary listening to a piece on NPR about a bull who was sad when his farmer died. That may or may not have had something to do with the fact that at any moment my uterus is going to let loose with its monthly assurance that yes, we have avoided the pregnant pause yet again. The imminent arrival of my "special friend" probably also explains why I've bought not one, but THREE pairs of shoes in the past week and a half. As I told LA this week, I have Issues. ISSUES.
I also have a need to go to the gym tomorrow, since I took today off with a vengeance. Nothing like not going to the gym, and then topping it off with a minor fast food feast for dinner. Ah well. There's always tomorrow.
