Well, that was a fun half an hour. Things went from total chaos, the sky is falling, it’s the apocalypse mode to calm and serene. All it took was my mad organization skilz! Two people got delegated to the laundry to wash mopheads. An additional crew was pulled to deal with packing mopheads. A delivery of wiiiiiiirrrrrrre haaaaaannnnnnggggggeeeeeerrrrrrsssss is being made. The sky is blue. The birds are singing. All is calm. Oh and there was a puke up in the women’s restroom but I didn’t have to see it, so I’m good.
Pardon me for retelling something I mentioned before. About 3 weeks before my Mom went, I had a very vivid and lifelike dream (my run of the mill dreams have a bit of a Looney Tunes cartoonish flavor; <snerk> if you must) that she came down to Indianapolis where I was living to have breakfast. We met in the parking lot of a restaraunt, and I asked why she was here. “Mom, you’re really in bed dying, but here you’re healthy. No, wait, don’t say anything, just let me look you over.”
“I’m here because I want you to remember me as you see me now, not as I really am.”
As soon as I woke up, I was on the phone to my sister to make sure she didn’t go overnight. It was shocking and oddly comforting all at once.
As far as the strange girl, tell him she’s an angel there to help him along.
Mindfield, QD is very organized. She is right now working on a pro/con list about marrying DH. Absolutely typical. She’ll want to go over all of it (things she’s been agonising about for roughly 4 years) point by point. Over and over. I think I’m just going to grab a minister, invite them both over, and have a Surprise Wedding.
My day started off interestingly. Last night I found that I did not have any keys on me as I was heading back to my car after midnight in Grand Rapids (an hour north of my apartment). I peered through the windows of my locked doors and saw nothing, which meant that I must have dropped them elsewhere and the only other place I had been last night was in a building that had been locked up at midnight and would remain locked until 8:00 this morning. So I stayed in GR for the night and woke up around 8:00 (the same time I am technically supposed to be at work an hour and fifteen minutes away) and head out to check for my keys. On my way I stop by my car to double check and sure enough in the light of morning I can see that my keys are sitting in the crevise of the passenger seat within my locked car.
Ok, so now I think that I can call a locksmith and get my car open… but wait, no. I can call a locksmith, but I would not be able to pay him because it turns out that I left my wallet locked in my apartment an hour south. Next option is that I could try to borrow my sister’s car (since she lives on campus and only works on Friday nights she won’t need it for most of the day today). After calling her several times and finally waking her up I get her keys and drive her car to work, arriving a mere two hours late.
After work today I have to go to my apartment complex’s office, get an extra key, open my aparment, get my wallet and extra car key, take the extra apartment key back to the office, drive north to my car, get my keys out of it, and return my sisters car to her. I feel like my life has turned into a puzzle game of some kind.
And here I was thinking that karma would smile on me today. Yesterday after work I acted the part of the kindly stranger who goes out of his way to help the motorist in distress, but I suppose instant karma just isn’t my thing.
Li-li, I am loving the idea of a suprise wedding. I just imagine gangs on rouge priests roaming the streets, jumping out of dark alley ways and marrying innocent passers by.
Afternoon all…hugs, tea and sympathy all round to those that need them, and whatever else to those who don’t!
I appear to have been logged in here all day although I’ve not been here really - I had the 'pooter on to charge up my shiny new MP3 player and I’ve been taking up space downstairs on the sofa with the laptop while I get started on writing my paper! It’s nearly two thirds finished now so I think I’m allowed to feel a bit smug and not worry too much that the Evil Swamp-Dwelling Ursine will steal my dessert.
Just because I have a paper to write, it’s been a day of distractions. My Hungarian friend (and honorary godmother to the new cat) phoned earlier to see how he’s settling in, and then my recently-bereaved friend rang to rant about getting a speeding ticket on her way to the hospital on the morning her father passed away…that turned into a 2hr chat about a whole load of other things…and on top of that I’ve had a new cat to play with!
Rosie - there will be pics of Shadow later, but I have a paper to write, you know…
I don’t know if the men of the cloth need to wear make-up to perform the wedding service…<ponders visual>
and sorry about your keys and the mess-having done that exactly once in my life, I will never do that again. Have a beer or something. You might need it.
BooFae it’s good you have two-thirds of your paper written but that other one-third is simply not going to write itself, so get busy, young lady! There wll be no more talk of cats needing to be played with until I see a completed paper. School work comes first. Don’t give me that look! Now go get busy while I take some of my nerve tonic.
{{{Puggy}}} I know how hard it is to watch this happening to your dad. Continued prayers and good thoughts headed from south Jawja.
In other news…
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!! Two of our commercial washers have decided to not work. Will repair guy be able to do anything about it today? HAH! It is to laugh. SIGH See I knew sump’n bad was gonna happen. I was just off by a couple days, is all.
I’m not awake yet. I just wanted to link this video of our goalie fight.
Brief report on the RLS drug - I’m fairly sure I got the drug and not the placebo, as I had nary a leg twitch all night. I also had very weird dreams and didn’t sleep well. Since I don’t sleep well most of the time, that isn’t news. It was nice to be able to lie there without twitching.
ACK I have a thesis progress report to turn today but there is no such progress to be reported! Better go make something up, I suppose.
It’s raining today. Raining. In January. In Chicago. The world has gone mad.
Yesterday my friend and I downloaded the latest BBC production of Robin Hood. We couldn’t decide if they were doing a parody or if they were dead serious. The ham-tastic-ness rivals Xena and Hercules. It looked like they used Powerpoint and Photoshop to do the special effects. Someone give those poor dudes some funding.
An Intervention Wedding – now that there sounds like a plan. Don’t opt for the rouge, though. It isn’t that kind of wedding. Does QD obsess this much over less important decisions? A new car? Clothes? Maybe that’s why it seems like she doesn’t like buying underwear – she’s just making excuses to buy her more time to make up her mind about which ones she wants and hasn’t finished her pro/con list yet. Seriously though I can see a glimmer of what she’s doing. When I was young I’d agonize about what video game I was going to spend my weekly allowance on. I’d literally spend about 1-2 hours in Toys “R” Us poring over the game boxes one by one trying to figure out which one would be good enough to last me a whole week. I mean, it was an important decision to a 12-year-old!
Of course, I’ve outgrown that – at least, mostly, but there it is.
swampy - Oh, come on, you had to expect that. There you were all smug about how well things were going that you thought you’d post about it in the MMP. You just had to know Loki was going to tweak your ear for that one.
Hank - We haven’t had any snow significant enough to speak of since early November, and our temperatures have in the vast majority been above 0C, often well above. In Toronto. That is madness.
Mmm. Paella for lunch. Tastes awesome. Smells vaguely like a fart.
And thanks for the suggestions. Nothing I haven’t considered, but still good to know I was on the right track. I’m also considering having our internet access shut down for a few months. That way they would have to leave the house once in awhile
Yes, the girls have boyfriends. But no jobs. They are in the same bedrooms that they have been in all their lives.
Now, now. We can hardly blame Bobbio’s dog for washing machines conkin’ out. Know what? I don’t care. All I can do is call the repair guy to come look and say what’s wrong. Ain’t nuttin’ I can do til then. So I’m mellow…
Sean they’re in their twenties and don’t have jobs??? Ummm… it’s none of my bidness, I know, but… why don’t they at least have jobs?
Snakes yay on the no restless legs last night. Maybe you’ll sleep better once you get the drugs all in your system.
Wow. Are they in school? Or do they just hang around the house when they’re not out with the boyfriends? Do you still buy their cosmetics, clothes, etc?
Just wow. If they’re not in school I would really start harassing them about getting a job. And getting out. As in start setting deadlines.
“Hugs for Pugs” - Band Name!
{{{BibCat}}} Sometimes I think surrendering to the enevitable is less painful than putting it off and dreading it.
Well, there’s been talk of an intervention wedding for QD. We could probably get the same officiant south of that border, and set up a dandy ambush. You’d be applying an SEP Field to both of the girls, and once that’s done, they’re Someone Else’s Problem…
“Girls, your mom and I have 2 tickets to Vegas for you and your boyfriend, and $1000. Go, and don’t come back unmarried. When you do come back, you’ll find your stuff neatly packed and loaded into a POD out in the driveway, a stack of Help Wanted ads inside, and the house locks rekeyed. Have the PODs delivered to the apartments of your choice. Get a job, play house, crank out a couple of grandkids, and have a good life.”
Mornin’ all! (It is still morning, right?) I’ve been goofing off all morning. I ate some leftover salmon and wild rice for breakfast. I’m thinking about taking the dogs to the dog park because by Monday a cold front will have blown through - we are to expect sleet! Yuck! Today it’s overcast and 74°. We’ll see how I feel later.
I just put a pot roast in the crockpot. Dinner is done! Yay! Now I can goof off some more. I’m getting to be an expert, I tell ya.
Seriously though I can see a glimmer of what she’s doing. When I was young I’d agonize about what video game I was going to spend my weekly allowance on. I’d literally spend about 1-2 hours in Toys “R” Us poring over the game boxes one by one trying to figure out which one would be good enough to last me a whole week. I mean, it was an important decision to a 12-year-old!