olivesmarch4th, that annotated edition is beautiful. :: want :: As well as the 3-volume set of Calvin and Hobbes. I drooled over it two years ago, but it was something like $300, and I just didn’t have the money. Now, of course, it’s seldom to be found.
Ah, to be twenty years younger. And in another country.
One (QTY: 1) quiet weekend with the wife, in which to mow the lawn, rake some leaves, and put up the train set.
Yes, things have become so damn hectic between working 11 hours a day (plus) with a crappy secretary who’s too big for her britches (but has the General’s ear), taking two night classes, and visiting family that I haven’t had a chance to mow the lawn in two and a half months.
No, I’m not kidding. I have finish planning a damned 300-person party by Friday night, and to take two online exams by Saturday.
Not as much as you’d think. Just make sure there aren’t power cords all over the floor and you’re pretty good to go. It can’t go under my couch, because as a sleeper sofa, it’s too low to the ground… but then, my normal vacuum couldn’t either. All in all it can get more places without moving anything than I could with a standard vac.
I put a 1/4" quilting foot on my list, but everybody’s going to look at that and say, “Oh, I want to get her something more fun.” Or, “nicer”. So guess what I probably won’t get. Oh, well.
What I’d really like is for my husband to get a job back here in this area. Then he could be home every night instead of just weekends. You know, empty nest is kind of supposed to happen gradually, not with everybody moving out at the same time. “A hand for each hand was planned for the world…”
Oh, well, they’ll all be around some time soon, and the girls will be home for Christmas for a couple of weeks at least.
My Christmas list has things on it, but if they would each put in about four hours of unsupervised work on the house or the yard I’d be happy.
Boy, am I whiny tonight. Time to remember what I have, not what I don’t. And maybe time to go to bed.
Attention beautiful, lonely, non-psycho women of the world: I throw myself at your whim. Merry Christmas.
I send around my Amazon wishlist to anyone who asks “what do you want for Xmas?”. I both get around the question “how much do you think you’re worth?”, get what I want and am surprised. It’s truly great.
To tell the truth, though, high up on my list are OSX 10.5, Super Mario Galaxy and this book, Mistakes Were Made (But Not by Me): Why We Justify Foolish Beliefs, Bad Decisions, and Hurtful Acts by my hero, Elliot Aronson.
A set of handmade dinnerware from Mud Australia. Achingly beautiful and simple, but at $40ish a plate I wouldn’t want to buy it all in one go.
Custom-made soap/catch-all/decorative dishes from Etsy.
A year-long membership to my local gym. Plus an iPod nano so I can stop stealing my sister’s (although that won’t happen until better colours come out), the Nike nano armband, and the Nike+ set.
A renovated kitchen with extra benchspace, stone countertops, a Kitchenaid mixer, and Miele appliances.
An Italian Greyhound that my cat gets along with.
An Arco lamp and an Eames LCW lounge chair.
Hmmm. Long list. Not long ago I didn’t want anything; I blame a week’s worth of brainstorming and shopping for others.
I’d like a Dyson Animal, too. As well as the Roomba. And the Manul cat. And for my kid to be a miracle baby who sleeps the night through from the moment of birth. While I’m being impractical.
Aside from that I am going home for Christmas this year so I am getting what I wanted 10 days of relaxing at home between relocating, buying a house, a new high stress job, trying to plan a wedding and my Dad’s surgery this year has been pretty stressful.
OK, back from la-la land. I would love to be able to go through a bookstore and chose with impunity all the books I wanted. A few days later when I was done, the time and a cozy spot to read them, with some delicious treats at hand to enjoy. {{sigh}}
A new, much better paying job that I enjoy with regular hours and NO WEEKENDS.