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April 4, 2007
There has been a Mysterious Odor wafting around in my kitchen the last couple days and it’s driving me crazy. I’ve scoured the dish disposal and sinks and peered around in the refrigerator shelves but no culprit has yet revealed itself. It’s like something vegetative and partially rotted crawled down the drain to die (cue Barney Gumble: “It didn’t die!”) and has been periodically releasing gaseous blasts from its bloated corpse ever since. I need a specially trained rescue dog to come in and find the offending broccoli particle or long-expired rodent or whatever in HELL it is. Also, I’d like JUST ONCE for a Mystery Kitchen Odor to be a good one, a sort of lingering warm delicious vanilla or something, and when we looked for the source we would find—hooray!—a giant basket of just-baked cookies, left by magical elves, and the cookies would have no calories and they would be chewy and crispy at the same time.
Also also, ALSO, I am thoroughly tired of my hair. Yesterday I was so frustrated with its general crappitude and the flat, dangling bangs I had stupidly trimmed myself a couple weeks go (leaving them just as bad as before except with less symmetry), I made a last-minute appointment at the same salon I swore I would never visit again after they bumped me for being a few minutes late. They’re just down the street from my office, so convenience won over morals, sort of like our home recycling efforts.
The lady who cut my hair tut-tutted the whole time over the last cut I got, which reminded me of how much that stylist had tut-tutted about the cut I had before her. Yesterday’s stylist also bashed my original stylist who used to work at the same salon (“Vanessa and her razor cuts. Whatever.”), besmirched my lovely Bumble & bumble Gentle Shampoo (“You need to drop that mess and get the Seaweed, girl”), and ultimately left my hair lopsided, the right edge of the bob hanging down below the left, which of course I only noticed after I got home.
So I’m sick of trying out stylists and I’m sick of fussing over my hair. If I had any fuzz on my peaches I’d shave my damn head and buy a festive selection of wigs, not the trashy Britney wigs but luxurious head-pelts made from chinchilla and the belly fur of Angora rabbits.
What? The pelts would be harvested humanely, jesus, what kind of rabbit-scalping monster do you think I am?
Speaking of agonizing deaths and all, I would like to heartily recommend against reading How We Die. I started reading it and thought it was interesting, then I got all wigged out by an account of a child’s murder, then I thought it was interesting again, and then I read the chapters on AIDS and cancer deaths, and now I’m wondering what the fuck my problem is that I would read a book like that. I am of course also obsessively scrutinizing my body for malignant tumors. Just a nonstop funfest, that book, as long as you consider reading about the inevitable end of life and all the horrors it may cause in its painful, dwindling process to be fun.
Instead, you should read Plainsong if you haven’t already, because it’s just lovely and wonderful and I re-read it recently and it was even better the second time around.
Well, what do you have planned for the upcoming weekend? I would normally ask you later in the week, but I’m bored NOW. Plus, we’ll be on the road tomorrow for another pilgrimage to Coos Bay for some grandparent-time, and that’s our weekend: hanging around JB’s parents’ house, maybe going to the beach if the weather doesn’t suck, and hurtling along I-5 singing “Old MacDonald Had a Brain Seizure Because He Had to Sing This Goddamn Song Again”. How about you?
We’re headed up to my parent’s for Easter, and I plan on raiding their wedding photo album and their address book in order to plan for a surprise 40th anniversary party for them on the 4th of July. We want to have all the surprise guests march in the parade on the 4th, and that’s how my parents will figure out that there’s a party for them.
Also: I’ll be writing and posting photos on my new blog:
http://tasty-uglybakery.blogspot.com/
Come by, check it out!
Then of course there will be chocolate eating in great amounts. Yay, Jesus! Wait, no. Thanks for getting crucified, so that we may enjoy the bounties of the chocolate and jelly beans? Yes, that’s much better.
I can completely understand the hair issue. My hairdresser/friend, who has been cutting my hair beautifully for the past 20 years or so, is out of commission for a while. So, I’m just letting my hair grow. It is straight as a stick, very fine and tends to all grow toward my face. I have eleventy-billion cowlicks all over the front, so my bangs are NEVER even. I have just re-learned the joys of barrettes – just like the ones I wore in high school. They’re not that attractive, but they work. That’s all I need right now.
As for the weekend – not much here. I will be cooking an enormous dinner for Sunday. Other than that, housecleaning and staring at all my beautiful flowers that are blooming now that we’ve had some rain.
Heading to my fiance’s parents to hang out with the rugrat nephews and his entire extended family.
We also need to break it to the entire extended family that kids aren’t invited to our wedding. Should be FUN. But -hey- we are providing daycare for those at the wedding so that doesn’t make us horrendous monsters for not inviting kids does it? Do people get REALLY offended when the little ones can’t come to the actual reception? We just have so many kids in the fam, it’s the choice of having them at daycare or not having a wedding at all. And I really want to be able to have a wedding :c(
Working on the house and maybe a bike ride. It’s nice being a guy cuz my hair cut is #4 on the sides and #5 on top. Hard to screw up but it’s happened. I now go to SportsClips because they give a back and scalp massage to the same price.
Oh, stylists, how I loathe thee. For the record, I don’t have problem hair (although it is very fine, and quite curly) and I STILL haven’t found a stylist that has any idea what the hell they’re doing with my messy moptop.
I have Good Friday off (thank you, family-run, ultra-conservative corporation!) so I plan on doing roughly 7 loads of laundry, giving the dog a bath, cleaning, putting my spring clothes into rotation in my closet, putting my cold weather clothes away for the season, and spending Easter with my family. Also: copious amounts of red wine by myself, and perhaps a viewing or two of Sarah’s Silverman’s “jesus is magic,” and “running with scissors.”
I’d go back to the salon and insist they fix your hair. That is teh suck.
As for this weekend — we’ll be doing very little, hopefully.
I plan on ravaging Hubby while the kids are plugged into the PS2 as he’s been in Texas all this week. I also plan on lots of mustering of the self esteem and self control as I watch my kids dig into their Easter baskets full of forbidden goodies. I’m also hoping to get a decent night’s sleep somewhere in there as well. Spring Break starts Friday (for us, anyway) so my weekend will be 10 days long. WEEEEEEE not.
That is to say, Burrough’s “Running with Scissors,” because he’s funny, but he’s no Sarah Silverman.
We’re off to our college town to see the spring practice football scrimmage — yes, college football is THAT big a deal. Sunday we’ll celebrate Easter with my fiance’s parents and find a friend’s house to watch The Sopranos premiere.
Re: the stink–do you have a rogue potato hidden somewhere? My kitchen had the distinct death stench going on so bad I was convinced a whole colony of mice had up and died in the walls…upon exploration, I foud a bag of potatoes hidden behind pots and pans. Needless to say those fuckers were almost liquid and more toxic than anything I’ve ever smelled!
As for the weekend, I wish I could tellyou something interesting, but my mom is coming to visit us so we’re in a mad rush to finish the painting we started *before* she left in December.
Oh, and for books? have you read _Mary:a Novel_? It’s by Janis Cooke Newman and it’s a fictional autobiography of Mary Todd Lincoln. Sounds boring, but it’s really, really good. I’ve been in a bookslump lately, and this was the one book that I actually wanted to read-do you know that feeling?
i kind of want to go home for easter this weekend but i dont want to do the driving. four hours can be annoying for such a short time so bf and i will probably hang out around the homestead. there will also be plently of homework to be done since i have done a fantastic job of procrastinating during my current spring break. woo! hahah.
have fun!
Is it the weekend already? You are throwing my inner schedule SO off! But as for my plans, I suppose I’ll be going to work. Maybe I will go running so that I can inhale dust and tiny bugs and subsequently get rare Iraqi diseases. FUN! (Seriously, if the zombies are going to originate anywhere, it will be on this very camp where I live. I’m surprised that more precautions aren’t being taken. But don’t worry, I’ll let you know if I start to see any bite marks on my co-workers.)
I’ll be playing host to my husband’s father (widowed in November) and his new girlfriend. We also may or may not have one of my husband’s brothers over and he may or may not be bringing his two children on Easter. All of that means that i’ll be expected to put together a fabulous Easter dinner for an unspecified amount of people while probably also keeping an eye on my 17 month old. (Hubby and his family tend to get involved in long board games when they’re around, and lose track of the toddler, our dogs, and any other children in the house.)
I also hope to read some more in my Sylvia Brown book or Gavin De Becker’s book, “The Gift of Fear.” Both are really interesting!
My husband has the day off on friday, so I plan on not being a mommy all day and reading more of the Wheel of Time series of books. Maybe I’lll be on the fifth book by then. Easter, I have to work the nursery for the third service, so I’ll be going to the second service and holding babies third. We’re meeting my family at Pizza Hut Sunday afternoon at 5:30. Don’t know which one and don’t know which part of all my family means, but….I don’t have to not be appreciated for cooking dinner in a house that isn’t pristine so I’m happy.
Easter dinner at my stepsister (aka Martha Stewart)’s house, and I’m in charge of dessert! For 16 people! So I’m dreaming up some cute colorful dessert tray with different colored fruits and sorbets and poundcake, and a few chocolate eggs thrown in for good measure. The dinner she prepares will be mouthwateringly fantastic, so I hope my dessert can measure up.
And in order to have enough flex points to eat said dinner, I’ll be riding my bike like a fiend on Saturday.
Have fun in and on the way to Oregon… weather’s supposed to be warmer this weekend – keeping fingers crossed.
I will be studying for some finals I have next week. Boo grad school!
But! But on Sunday it will be the glorious Easter party at the House of Cheese (a house that a bunch of friends live in. Don’t ask why it’s called the House of Cheese). And there will be candy! And potluck! And I will have to roll myself home. I cannot wait.
I second Angie’s vote for a possible rogue potato, that happened to us-most awful smell we couldn’t pin down. It turned out to be one rotten potato in a new bag.
Weekend plans include cleaning up dog poop in the backyard now that the snow is finally beginning to melt. Also making a nice ham on Sunday, and trying to find a good recipe for scalloped (nonrotten) potatoes.
I hate hairstylists! A couple months ago I went and got a haircut and immediately came home and took a pair of poultry shears to it. And it LOOKED BETTER. Blah.
This weekend we’re going up to Big Bear to look at some houses and Sunday we are going to the Rose Bowl flea market. I have been trying to get my BF to go since June, but it’s only one Sunday a month and somehow our schedules haven’t worked out til now. It’s gonna be fun.
Oh, I hear you about the hair horror stories – I recently cut twelve inches off my hair for a show. After it was over, I actually wanted a short style, so I went to one of those fancy schmancy “schools”, but the guy who attempted to cut my hair into a cute angled bob was a blind deaf epileptic wielding a pair of shears. So, my plans for the weekend entail making an appointment at the actual Aveda salon for a day of self indulgence in the form of an honest to god professional haircut. BTW, have you seen the ads for that new show on Bravo? Like Project Runway, but with hair stylists.
Anyway, if you’re bored, trying searching YouTube for the Natalie Portman SNL rap…
My parents are coming into town tomorrow night, and it will be golf, food, homebrew, and card games until they leave on Sunday.
Reuniting with my fiance after showing off my belly to my mother (across the country) for the past week!
Just in case you were worrying about it, humane angora rabbit belly-fur is totally possible. I once saw a demonstration of, umm, rabbit shearing? The bunny is stretched out like a porn starlet with elastic cords holding its little feet. The guy shaved its fur off with an electric razor type device, leaving it with a #2 (approx.) all over. He had a foot pedal that rotated the whole thing so he could shave it on all sides. The entire process looked somewhat bizarre but not unkind – when released the rabbit just shook itself and hopped off to do whatever rabbits do in their spare time.
My weekend is driving south to see boyfriend Fri/Sat, driving north to see aged father for his birthday on Sunday, driving back south Monday… luckily I have next week off work to recover from the days off!
I am hosting Easter, but it’s only 12 people, and someone is bringing a ham, about which I am unreasonably excited. (My fitness program allows for “holiday eating,” so look out peeps.)
My boys are really into Old MacDonald, and one asks for “ee-ay-ee-ay-oh Farm.” If you let them name the animal, there’s a 90% chance old MacDonald had a dog; 9.9% chance he had a cow. The remaining 0.1% represents the frequency in which Old MacDonald had either a rhino or a cat. Apparently, the rest of the animals have to live elsewhere. The song is plenty repetitive already, but when “woof, woof” gets plugged into each verse, it’s definitely seizure inducing.
Darlin’ you might be one of the funniest women ever, period.
I am hosting my first dinner since relocating from Toronto to London (UK) and hopefully, hopefully finding that absolutely perfect side cabinet for my living room at Portobello Market Saturday morning – somewhere I’ve never been and can’t wait to see.
Now, getting Hubby to push the elephant off his wallet once I actually do find the cabinet of my dreams, well….
I second the Plainsong recommendation. I kept tearing up while reading it, just because of how great it was. It took me a little bit to get into it, but then I was sold. Those brothers! I love them. When they choose the crib. I’m getting all teary right this minute.
We had a mysterious kitchen odor a week or so ago. It turned out to be a damp washcloth underneath some other crap on the table.
I KNOW! Stylists are always scoffing at whatever the last stylist did. Once a stylist, not recognizing me, scoffed at the cut SHE HERSELF gave me the last time. Ha ha ha!
This weekend we are finally, FINALLY going to rearrange bedrooms to make room for the baby arriving in 8 weeks. I’m going to be a TON of help, what with this enormous sandbag where my tum used to be. We’re also having an egg hunt in the yard.
I love Plainsong…you should read The Tie That Binds, too. The guy is a great author.
I’m going to spend the weekend kidnapping my friend from the big bad Spokane to have some rural Easter fun (minus the farm because…uh, I don’t have one), complete with early morning yard sale (kill me now) and gratuitous church on Sunday. Possibly some embarrassing relatives to be involved.
Speaking of, I have a cousin who cuts a mean fringe bang in your area…you want her info?
Have you seen the book 1001 Books to Read Before You Die? Someone made a spreadsheet so you can track yourself. Go on, you know you want to check. http://www.babygotbooks.com/2006/10/20/1001-books/
Here’s something only an aunt would say. Your head is a really nice shape unlike some of the fatheads in your family. You’re one of those women who would look great in a super short do, spiked out. Like the Phys Fit instructor on the Bravo series … name escapes me. It would look terrific and be really easy.
Re: mysterious odor – do you have a disposal? Ours is usually the source of mystery odors. If so, try grinding up a lemon.
This weekend I’m running my first 10K (go me!) then going to a wedding to gorge on Indian food.
I hear you about the hair. Two years ago I finally found a stylist I loved – then Katrina hit and she never came back to NOLA. I think I have a new one, but I hated the search. Now if they could only cut my hair so it magically looked good every morning without me having to do anything to it.
Well, glad you asked! I’ve got so much fun and excitement planned I am brimming over with … whatever guys brim over with when they’re excited. Probably vinegar and nitroglycerin.
Tonight (I know tonight is only Wednesday, dang, chill) I’m gonna go see a friend of mine wrestle at a Raleigh club that’s getting demolished to make room for a parking deck. His stage name is Tennessee Ernie Nord (not Ford) and he is a viking. Mostly I just am siked to hurl foul insults at humongous athletes all primed for violence who can’t actually kick my ass. Plus it’s a bar, so that’s always a fun Wednesday night. (not so much Thurday morning)
After that the only thing I have planned is trying to fix my damn car. My Dad and I decided it would be better to replace the clutch ourselves than to pay a mechanic, I mean how hard could it be? Skip ahead three months as the car is decaying on blocks in the garage and I’m stuck driving a gas guzzling Explorer. Not cool.
My wonderful woman is gone away to the beach for a Girls Gone Wild weekend. That means I have a lot of time to do whatever I want, and the thing I want to do most is busy drinking and clubbing and what not. Maybe I’ll walk around with no pants for a few days eating beef jerky and listening to Iron Maiden. I guess it’ll be cool, but also sort of lame.
Sorry about the hair situation. Are you going to post a picture of your crooked bangs for us? Maybe you should just let it grow out and stop worrying about getting it styled all the time. Hah! Just kidding, I know I’m talking to a woman, and therefore the previous suggestion is ludicrous. Good luck with all that anyway. I’m so glad I just buzz cut my head. Ten minutes, free, and all done myself. (the haircut people, keep your minds out of the gutter)
Oh yeah I forgot, I’m trying to finish a video to audition to host a Scriggity.com podcast. They’re trying out new hosts right now cause the last one left. Unfortunately the last one was a really hot chick, and I’m not, so that’s one strike against me. Anyway, wish me luck, and, more importantly -> productivity.
Have a very hairy weekend, but don’t wig out! (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I crack my self up. Cheesy = great)
Oooh, ooh! I love the pre-weekend reports. (although mine always sounds so boring, alll written out thusly)
Friday night – Church, and then the usual ordered-in Thai and Netflix. We currently have “Babel” and something else really depressing that I can’t seem to recall at the moment. Hmm. Should be a great Friday evening.
Saturday – Go running; try to make up for the months of not-running with maybe more than 3 miles. Then we’re going up to my brother’s house for a birthday/holiday dinner (his bday), and I will play with and photograph my smooshy and adorable nephew, who I unbelievably have not seen since Christmas.
Sunday – Church, then maybe a run? Errands. And an early as-yet-to-be-determined Easter dinner, which I will be cooking just for two since we have no guests this year. But that’s ok, since it will probably be our last Easter as two for good given that we’re finally on the official waiting list for our adoption. (woo!)
Could I possibly sound more boring? Also, we’re never this churchy; I just compress a year’s worth of church-going into Christmas and Easter.
I am taking my mom out on a boat and to Medieval Times for her 75th birthday and then cooking us a big meal (capon, cornish game hens, I’m not sure yet) for Easter. We had a gnarly smell in our kitchen last winter and it turned out to be a rat nesting in the insulation in our oven. Hope that doesn’t freak you out too much. Maybe it will get your mind off of the death book?
Frantically sewing medieval garb right up until the point that Husband and Eldest Daughter leave for a couple of days at Rowany Festival, the biggest camping event for Australia’s Society for Creative Anachronists. Then settling down to be a single parent to Younger Daughter for most of the weekend.
I usually go myself as well, but this year I have quailed at the thought of taking my first-trimester bladder on the trek from tent to toilet block and back in the cold and dark a squillion times a night. I shall stay at home where there is an ensuite in suitable stumbling distance, thank you very much.
Check for hidden rotten potatoes. My roommates and I had a funk going on for days in our kitchen. Then finally we opened a cupboard and there was an old sack of potatoes that were starting to…um…liquefy.
I am very excited as my husband and I are heading to the Oregon coast this week-end without my son. Love him, but it’s time for some adult time – you know where you get to have more than a 30 second conversation and sleep past 6:30 am.
Also, your non-recommendation of How We Die makes me think I should reconsider the book I put on hold at the library called Deep Survival: Who Lives, Who Dies, and Why. But I know myself and I won’t listen to your no doubt good advice, will get this book and end up freaking the hell out of myself. Why? I have no idea.
We’re going to my sister in laws to try and keep our kid out of her doberman’s jaws and endure some drunken rabbles with her hubby.
Luckily I just might get to be the one to be drunken too, I think it is MY turn this weekend, and the hubby can remain somewhat lucid for the boy.
YAY.
Next time you need a cut, call Gene Juarez Bellevue and ask for an appointment with Dorian. He is WONDERFUL!! I have been going to him for about four years now. One of the few stylists who can cut hair short and not make you look butch. (Don’t look at me now, I my next appointment is next week, and I am a shaggy mess right now!). Between Dorian and my colorist, Kole, they keep me from like a fright!
There’s a sequel to Plainsong, Eventide. It’s also very good. Sad in parts, but sweet.
Weekend plans…trying to get the motor on our septic tank fixed. I think I’ve already said too much.
Hate finding a worthwhile hair stylist. They all screw up and bitch about everyone else’s mistakes.
I’ll tell you what that order is…the 2 week old beans you put in the gladware with a broken lid. Oh wait, that’s my fridge. Sorry. Carry on with your own brand of stench.
Sounds like you might have a renegade entrpeneurial potato off to make a bit of vodka. We had an entire bag turn to mutant liquid horse shit, complete with flies, though it shared the unique quality of cat piss, leaving an impossible to scour away gummy residue. I’ll cross my fingers it isn’t that. Believe it or not I know a great hairdresser in Yakima, but i don’t suppose you go there very often…
Rotting citrus fruits are just rancid smelling and you don’t even KNOW that they are rotting until you lift one of them up and find the spongy fuzzy gray crap that is also congealing on your countertop or dish or whatever. Ugh – and I have an amazing bloodhoud-like sense of smell so I can sniff a rotting orange out before my husband would ever notice at all. The grossest kitchen odor though – hands down – is when I go to my MIL’s house. All she has to do is open her refrigerator door and a huge blast of fetid stink wafts throughout the house because she never throws anything, I mean anything, away. Her fridge is filled with so much gross and moldy stuff – I’m feeling sick just thinking about it. I’ve tried to talk to her about it (you know, joking around but really meaning it?) but she hasn’t gotten the hint, so we all continue to suffer. Also, the tip above about grinding up a lemon in the disposal is great advice. The disposal is always a potential spot for stinkage and a lemon must surely help – I’m going to try it.
Hairstylists are an interesting bunch. I can’t for the new Bravo “Project Runway” rip-off “Shear Genius” to start. I love the girl who cuts my hair – she’s all pierced and tattooed and makes me feel cool. She recommended the b&B seaweed shampoo too. It’s currently doing me right so I can’t complain.
Thanks for the book recommendation! I hope you’ll solicit for suggestions again soon – I read several books from your list a while back and really enjoyed them.
I am off Thursday – Sunday so I have a nice extended weekend. We don’t have too much planned, mercifully. On Friday I am starting Fitness X-Plosion 2007 in anticipation of my October wedding. I am an appointment with a personal trainer of indeterminate gender who will hopefully whip my flabby ass into gear. Your efforts have really been an inspiration!
Sunday we’re having the Walrus’ mother and brother over at the house for dinner. I just found out yesterday that we are cooking – fortunately they aren’t hard to please.
With regard to The Smell – is something lingering at the bottom of your trash can? We’ve had a rogue scrap find its way underneath the trash bag before and continue to thrive unnoticed until even the dog’s eyes are watering from the stench. Good luck finding it!
i ma going to hide in my house and eat chocolate apart from once when i will venture out to go to the local lions club annual gigantic second hand book sale, where i plan on doubling my book collection. at some point i might also send my fiance out for a new bookcase because lord knows, after that, we’re going to need one.
but hiding because, god, everything is closed here on friday and sunday and its thursday afternoon and i just visited the supermarket and with the amount of people there you wouldnt think that they were only going to be closed for FOURTEEN HOURS, you would think that the apocalypse is comming and this is your last chance to stock up on food and if you don’t take it up well, too bad, youa re going to starve to death because they are NEVER going to open again. EVER.
it even kind of got me, because by the time i walked out the door i was wondering if i shouldn’t ring the guy and have him stick some money in my account so i could shop too, despite the fact that we shop on saturdays, a day when the supermarket is NOT closed. also despite the fact that i realise that this is EASTER, not the end of the damn world.
whilst hiding i plan on weeding the garden and cleaning the house and sleeping in. fun and games.
A giant rabbit is coming to my house and bringing a Pirates of the Caribbean kite and some bubbles and jellybeans, and we’re going to have candy meltdown, because that’s the kind of kid he is this week (and last week, and the week before, and I hate “stages”). Other than that, the weekend will hopefully be low-key.
Here’s a tip for ridding your sink drain of odor. Pour baking soda (a good half cup) followed by vinegar (a half cup or more) down the drain and don’t turn the tap on for a half hour or so. That should obliterate the odor.
First, I rejoice over the 4 day weekend. FOUR days. It’s a beautiful thing. Thursday evening, I’m serving up dinner for 10 – except it’s just lasagna and I made it last night, so easy sneazy. We’re all watching Survivor after that (with the children banned to the basement tv… oh the questions that can’t wait until the commercial…). Friday, I won’t be going to Church, alas, but I will be turning my mind heavenward as I hope to get out for a long run, maybe a 9 miler, which gives me time for great reflection. Saturday? There’s a new sidewalk goin’ in and so I may be shovelling gravel, laying bricks or simply serving cold beers and keeping the kids & dog occupied. Sunday of course the Easter Bunny is comin’. And the in-laws are coming over for turkey. Monday, I run again. Last chance before the Sun Run in Vancouver and I’m shooting for a sub-50 time. After that? Some serious vegetation I’m thinking.
Hope you have a great Easter long-weekend Linda and that your hair-woes resolve themselves and that the mysterious stench is uncovered and bannished for good! Thanks so much for writing. I really look forward to your posts and I also now really enjoy your Aunt’s site too, which my Mom is also now really enjoying – she works in hospice care and for many years in the ECU here in BC and can relate to a lot of the stories about “the Mister”.
I’m going to a Snow Patrol concert tomorrow with some friends. Then, after the concert we are going to a fancy thai restaraunt and split a martini sampler (6 shots of the 6 different martini’s they have.) We like this particular place because we can’t afford anything beyond the drinks. And the first time we went there we were dressed in jeans and a tshirt and they seated us far away from the rest of the customers. So now we go there as an inside joke to ourselves. And then I’m meeting up with other friends for coffee after that so I can stay awake for the ride home.
The rest of the weekend will be catching up on homework and projects and work. But! But I have Monday off, campus is closed. So I will be napping. And catching up on more work. But probably mostly napping.
This weekend, I am starting Spring Break! Hurray!
Possibly going to a memorial service on Saturday (so sad)
Then launching into vacation with a trip (my first) to Palm Springs. I have no idea why people go into the desert to vacation because I am more of a beach person, so I am interested to find out.
Also I may hit the bookstore first to get both How We Die and Plainsong because I like to balance my scary side with my yellow tulip buying, homemade cookie making side.
I’m beyond jealous of the above poster, going to see Snow Patrol. Me? I plan to also make a hair appointment at an out-of-my-budget salon, because I was stupid enough to get mine done at Hair Cuttery and OH MY GOD. Fourteen dollar cuts are NEVER good, and when you get it done by someone who speaks so little English that you can’t understand them when they say “bangs,”…let’s just say I had it coming. And now I have no hair, AND it’s all crooked. Man.
Friday will be spent applying at temp agencies (hooray summer.) and possibly renting “Secretary” from Blockbuster. Saturday is as yet unscheduled, thought I’ll likely spend it working on my prostitution term paper. On Sunday I will be seeing Lily Allen in concert for the second time in three months, and hopefully this time I will meet her. I’m crossing my fingers. She’s very much the huggy sort, which means I will be very much the camera sort!
Plainsong was indeed wonderful. You might like “Center of Winter” by Marya Hornbacher, my favorite writer and one of my favorite people.
Perhaps you should have Old MacDonald be the tender of dinosaurs – never too early for Riley to learn polysyllabic prehistoric animal names! Or you could just pop in a Beatles CD – I’d imagine having your kid singing “Eight Days A Week” is better than anything Barney has to offer.
Is Barney even still around?
On Friday night I’m going to a friend’s house for Singstar…
One of the days, probably Monday, we’re going to the Easter show. Maybe even tomorrow. Saturday we’re going to a wedding.