Wednesday, January 30, 2008
On the Lighter Side
"Thinner stripper nose. For those tight places where a regular stripper's nose gets in the way".
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Heartbreakingly Lucky
My grandparents have been together for 65 years. I can't imagine being that old, much less being with someone that long. Until my grandfather started having trouble walking, he would open every door for my grandmother, and now she holds every door open for him. They call each other "darling" and tease each other like kids. My grandfather has had to move to a different unit because Grandmama can't take care of him at night anymore, and it's tearing them apart.
You are so lucky if you find someone to be such a faithful partner, but it can cause so much pain. We were looking at old photographs with my grandmother last visit, and there was a picture of her and Grandpapa in college, standing arm in arm in a doorway, smiling at each other. And she talked about how vividly she could still feel that day, how intensely happy she was. This visit my mom brought a picture of Grandmama from college to put in Grandpapa's room, and Grandpapa took one look at it and started to cry. That's the problem with love, you don't live for yourself anymore. And sometimes that seems to be harder than living alone.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Oh, Hai Teh Internets!
9am: breakfast
10am-12pm: sit.
12pm-1pm: lunch (dinner)
1pm-4pm: nap
4pm-5:30pm: sit.
5:30-6:30: dinner (supper)
6:30-7:30: sit.
7:30pm-9am: sleep.
Of course, this was my schedule on Christmas break too, so I can't really complain. I just can't fall asleep at 7:30, since that's like 4:30 my time, and then I have to get up at 8:30 for breakfast, so I've been feeling pretty groggy this whole time.
In addition to sitting, my mom and I have gone shopping. She decided that I was old enough that I needed an actual coat instead of my ratty, faded UA sweatshirt, so I'm now the proud owner of a black parka. I drew the line at a fur collar though. It's fun to pet, but I kept picturing the poor foxes who needed it more than I do.
I'll be back on Tuesday, and it will certainly be a shock to go back to 10 hour days of constant running around!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
You Can Never Beat A Mom
Danny: Mia, Mom says you need to get real Sudafed, Ibuprofen and real Nyquil.
Me: Well, we have Aleve, that's almost the same thing as Ibuprofen. And we have Benadryl, you could take that instead of Sudafed.
Danny: *stony glare* Mom says I need real Sud...
Me: *realizing this is not a battle I can win* Yes! Okay! Real drugs. Gotcha.
Danny: And soup. Campbell's chicken noodle.
Me: We have Italian wedding soup in the pantry
Danny: Mom says I need...
Me: Fine. chicken noodle.
Danny: Campbell's chicken noodle. And remember, you have to get the sudafed and nyquil at the pharmacy, not just the over the counter stuff.
Mia: right.
Danny: in the pharmacy.
Mia: I KNOW.
I gather my belongings and head for the door to go to Walgreens. I hear a faint voice as I'm leaving
Danny: Campbell's soup! And you have to go to the pharmacy!
And sure enough, as I walk in the door after purchasing everything on his mother's list.
Danny: Did you get the drugs at the pharmacy?
The joys of living with an only child....
Monday, January 21, 2008
The Most Destructive Force on the Planet
Sunday, January 20, 2008
My Distinguished Gentlepuppy
Bryce is a 9 week old mini Australian Shepherd who has a delightful round tummy and nibble-able fuzzy ears. Bryce and Daisy immediately began chasing each other around the backyard, wrestling, nipping, and generally making a ruckus. Their internal dialogue probably sounded something like this:
Daisy: OH MY GOD THIS IS SO EXCITING ALL THESE NEW PEOPLE I JUST CAN'T STAND IT.....ahhhh, much better.
Bryce: Play? Play? Play? Play!! Grrr grrr! I'm like a big doggy! PlayplayplayPLAYPLAYPLAYzzzzzzzzzz....." (he crashed after 30 minutes)
Normal dog behavior right? Playing, peeing and sleeping. And then there was my Hiccup:Hiccup: Who are these heathens? Why are they wasting time mauling each other when there is FOOD. HUMAN FOOD INSIDE WHERE YOU CAN GET FED BY LOOKING CUTE! These vicious creatures keep trying to sniff my genital regions! How outrageous! Seriously, get me away from these hooligans and let me go wheedle food from the civilized people.
I don't know what to do with him, I really don't. He was terrified of the dogs and spent most of the time hiding behind me, behind the furniture, or behind the pool gate that the other dogs couldn't squeeze through. He was so relieved when they left, and he's spent all day today sleeping on the couch.
2008 is going to be exhausting
And the little slate gravestone sitting in the backyard that says "Jace 1983". I'm assuming for my own peace of mind that this was a beloved pet, not a murder victim buried by a suddenly contrite killer with a chisel. And one of the little girls who lived there had written useful labels on her closet shelves (in permanent marker, of course): "Clothes I Will Never Wear but Want to Keep", "School Clothes" and "Regular". I may leave these up, since my clothes kind of break down into those categories too.
There are also a lot of weird little buildings or half buildings on the property. There's a three foot by three foot cement building with a little hole at the base. There's a cinderblock one room building with no roof and an old futon in it. Something that may have been a horse stable but is now four supporting beams stuck in a two foot high platform of horse shit.
But it's ours. It's our horseshit, our gravestone, our weirdly painted rooms. The two acres of desert around the house is ours. As we were driving away the other day, we saw a bunny hoping through the front yard (can you call it a yard if there's no grass?) Anyway, and Danny pointed out that we, technically, own that rabbit. Except, technically, the rabbit is still in escrow until Feb. 13th :)
Sunday, January 6, 2008
I done fixed it all by myself
Such a Drama Queen
I think part of the reason I get so emotional about this is because my mom kind of raised me to be aware of mortality. She told me once to say goodbye to people as if you will never see them again. She'd keep messages of my father when he was out of town, just in case. It's a wise lesson, but I think it's made me a bit neurotic. Especially since Danny's father passed away, I've been a lot more paranoid about death. On the plus side I'm much less scared of dying myself, which was a prevailing neurosis before. Unfortunately, I'm much more afraid of my loved ones dying. Turns out it's easier to lie awake at night wondering about your own demise than it is to imagine your loved ones dying everytime they leave the house. In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm a wee bit crazy.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Erk!
We waited a year, decided that what we really wanted was a unique fixer-upper in a nice area that we could work on together. Today, we signed the paperwork to officially buy a house. It's a four bedroom house with an Arizona room and a fireplace on over 2 acres. It's close to work and to downtown. We somehow managed to beat out five other bidders. It's definitely a fixer-upper, with graffiti and walls painted half baby pink and half prison-grey. But the structure of the house is good, and we get to turn the house into exactly what we want.
Sometimes, life works out for the best. Even if it involves a near death experience and utter pre-wedding panic.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
The Waiting Game
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
freaking blogger errors!
ERG!!! (that erg of frustration should be on it's own line. After I push the publish button it probably won't be. )
Cliched New Years Post
1. Lose Weight (I wrapped it in a pretty package of "feel better about myself and more comfortable with my body. But that boils down to "lose weight")
2. Broaden my personal horizons. I need to have interests and activities outside of school and work.
3. Stop cutting people out of my life. I'm sensitive. My feelings get hurt, and I have a pathological fear of returning phone calls. This adds up to a smaller circle of friends for no reason except my neuroses.
4. Do the traveling we keep saying we're going to do before we have kids.
Not a bad list, right? I think it's manageable. Here's to a bright new year, full of possibilities.