Sometimes, young does not equal stupid

Happy 10th Anniversary to us!  John woke me up with one of my favorite cheerful wake-up songs (“Carolina in the Morning”, Dean Martin) because he’s wonderful, and I started my day deliriously happy.

Then I went to work.

Work today wasn’t really any different than it is any other day, except that I’m trying to get everything I’ve been working on in order so I can leave it all in somebody else’s hands for a week and a half.  I’m way more distracted then usual because I JUST WANT TO GO ALREADY, so even though I’ve made a bunch of lists to make sure I don’t forget anything, I’m having a hard time keeping track of all the lists.  I got a little stressed out.

But then I got home and started doing stuff I want to do (like pack and check off the fun lists), and I feel much better.  We’ll just celebrate our anniversary when we get there, which is kinda the whole point of the trip.

Anyway, happy anniversary to us.  Enjoy one of my favorite songs.

Books shouldn’t end in cliffhangers!

I spent every spare minute I had yesterday and this morning reading my book, and as I got closer to the end, I started to wonder how on earth this could get wrapped up in so few pages.  The answer?  It’s Part 1 of 2.  Not a book and its sequel, at least not where you have one book with a beginning, middle, and end, and then another.  Oh, no.  This one has a cliffhanger ending.  Not fair!  Thank goodness the sequel is out already.  In hardcover only, of course.

Quiet time

I need a few minutes.  It doesn’t matter where I am or who I’m with; if I don’t get a few minutes to myself every day, I start to feel trapped.  I’ve noticed it at home, at work, on vacation – the circumstances don’t seem to matter.  It doesn’t matter what I do, either.  A few minutes with no demands on my time or attention is usually enough.  And I’m getting it right now.  John VII is sitting at the kitchen table with the instruction manual for his new TV, John VIII is in the chair with a book, Tom is sitting on the dog bed with a beer (he was sitting next to the dog, but she seems to have abandoned him), and Emily, Molly, Pat, and Tania are upstairs.  I’m at the kitchen counter.  Music is playing, everyone is occupied, and the house is peaceful.

We’ll see how long it lasts.  🙂

The theory sounds good….

It’s Christmas Eve morning, and we have some errands to run.  Liquor store, grocery store, mall.  It’s somewhat cliche to go shopping at the mall on Christmas Eve, but I like it.  I’m not going because I have to (my shopping is done), so I can enjoy watching everyone else run around in a frenzy.  I get to slow down and notice the decorations and the music and what holiday cheer there may be for me to notice.  I may also be able to come up with a better idea for someone, although that would put me in the same category as the frenzied last-minute shoppers.

Presents!  I need to need less stuff.  Fewer things.

Dedicated to his job

Less than a minute ago, I told John I was going to skip writing tonight and just update in the morning.  Then I felt the urge to publish something.


Mission accomplished.

The UPS guy totally came through for us tonight.  He tried to deliver something that required a signature today, and since we weren’t home, he left a note saying they’d try again tomorrow.  I figured we’d miss that, too.  I called the number and arranged to pick it up myself tomorrow, so I assumed that was that.  Around 8:30, Riley launched himself at the front door, barking his head off, and there he was.  He said he was near us anyway and figured he’d try again since it might be a Christmas present.  Nice guy.  So I gave him the last two chocolate chip cookies.  The good ones from Wegman’s.  He seemed appreciative.

I wouldn’t bet against myself in a poker game – actually, I probably would

I don’t want to work any more this week.  Or next week.  I’m ready for vacation, and I’d like a super-long one, please.  The danger with super-long vacations, of course, is that after all that time off, I don’t want to go back to work.  The first time that happened to me was after the month I took off to move across the country when I transferred from San Diego to Norfolk.  Then, I could very easily blame my reluctance to go back to work on the fact that work = ship and deployment and separation and stress.  I don’t have that excuse anymore (something I am most certainly NOT complaining about).  Going back to work now just means not being able to stay home and be lazy, something I don’t get any sympathy for.  Which is fair.  I can hardly demand sympathy for being employed.  Nor should I.

Editing is a good thing.  I just deleted a paragraph about my hair.  My ponytail, really.  Be grateful.  It was…stupid.  Worse than inane.  Or, well, it was inane, but not in a fun way.

Because I can’t think of any other way to stop tonight, I’ll leave you with this: Kenny Loggins wouldn’t beat the baby Jesus.

I’m an optimist, right?

I had a good (for me) idea today.  Not exactly earth-shattering to anyone else, I’m sure.  We’re going to be away for parts of the next few weeks, and I was thinking about how nice it would be to come home to a clean house.

I know, right? Brilliant. Usually, cleaning up is the first thing we have do when we get back ’cause the house is a wreck from being neglected while I was running around like a crazy person to get ready for the trip.  This time, though, I’m planning ahead.  I cleaned TODAY.  I got home a little early from work, so I turned the radio up (for that sweet sound) and started picking up.  The dining room table is clear, the island is clear, my desk is clear (a major accomplishment), and there is no clutter to be found on the first floor.  I even dusted.  Haven’t done the windows yet or vacuumed or done anything upstairs (I’ve still got a few days – give me a break, people), but the house is almost in the condition it needs to be in before we’ll let people come over.  Almost.

The odds against it staying this way are…let’s not think about that.  Think positive thoughts!

You’re a fake and I’m a phony

i bought myself a present.  I finally own a copy of Holiday Inn, which I am watching right now.  Other than that, I’ve got nothing for today.

Well, something.  If you like Russell Brand, you will probably like Tim Minchin.

With that, I’m off to finish my book.  It’s somewhat entertaining (Connie Willis’s book is MUCH better), but I’m ready for it to be over.  I need to finish it so I can read something else.  Before Christmas.  Ooh, there’s a thought.  What books are coming with me on our trip?  That’ll be fun to plan out.

Thought of something else.  John Scalzi posted his third list of ten things he’s done that you probably haven’t.  I can only think of one off the top of my head: I have crossed every single line of longitude on the globe, all by ship (except for the width of the US – I did that twice in a car, a few more times by plane).

And now for some geek humor (thanks to The Daily What (and FoxTrot, of course) for the comic).

Catching up

After hearing their version of “Let It Snow” on Pandora the other day (last weekend, maybe?), I bought The Four Freshmen album, “Snowfall”.  It’s my new favorite Christmas album.  I’m listening to it now, relaxing a little before bed.  We had a very busy, productive day, starting with a long-overdue visit with Erik and Margaret.  We met for lunch and moved on to Barnes and Noble, chatting about their wedding plans, puppies, travel, wedding music, wedding dresses, and Calvin and Hobbes, among other things.  John and I bought road maps and travel guides for our trip, and then we went shopping for new weather-proof winter coats.  We both ended up with coats with zip-out fleece liners (’cause it just makes more sense), but I fell in love with the new Columbia Kaleidaslope jacket.

Trust me, it’s way more flattering on than in the picture.  I tried on the large, and it was perfect.  And SO warm.  I’m very happy with the coat I got, but can’t I have both?  I need this one, too, right?  Or, you know, not.  I’ll live.  The point of today’s shopping, though, was to get us that much closer to ready for our trip.  Which we’re very very very excited about.

We got home much later than originally planned and settled in for dinner and our annual viewing of Love Actually.  Which got interrupted (but in a good way) when Corey called.  We’d been trying to connect all day, so I put the movie on hold (to be continued tomorrow) to talk to Brother of Mine.  Also long overdue.

Speaking of Christmas, and thanks to nn.c, here’s a link to a bunch of Christmas-themed photos from around the world.  My favorites are the skiing Santas and both of the ones of Santa runners.

The Sing-Off

Tonight was the first time I’d ever heard of The Sing-Off.  I still don’t know much about it, but it seems to be a talent show for a capella groups.  Good ones.  Little Sister Melvin (henceforth to be known as LSM (or Sparky) (I googled LSM to find out what it could stand for, and by far, my favorite is Lesbian Sex Mafia) has been watching it, so here, for your viewing pleasure (after you finish reading one of the most convoluted sentences in this entire blog), are my favorites of the videos she had me look up.

The lead singer in this first video is the guy from The Persuasions. I really like his voice.

This one will not be John’s favorite video, but Mom will like it.

He might like this one, though. It’s one of his favorite songs, but doing his favorite songs a capella has always been hit or miss.

This is the first one I’ve seen where they look like they’re having a good time.

Okay, I promise to stop now. There’s a lot of good stuff out there, and it all makes me want to sing again. It also reminds me that I should be reading Adam’s blog (among many many others). So off I go.

I am cranky

I’m not allowed to blow my nose.  Ridiculous?  Yes.  Am I following that rule?  Yes, because the oral surgeon convinced me that if I blow my nose before the hole in my gums has healed, my head might explode.  Or something.  But being forced to sniffle for a week is seriously irritating.  And I keep forgetting.  I’ve found myself on the brink of blowing my nose at least four times, and I’ve actually done it three times.  Followed by “SHIT!  I’m not supposed to do that!”

On top of that, work is getting on my nerves (look at your own damn calendar) ,and it’s COLD outside.

And no, Jell-O, frown is NOT a four-letter word.  Now leave me the hell alone.  (That was directed to Jell-O, whose pudding and gelatin products I’m thoroughly tired of, of course.  Not you.  I didn’t realize that was possible.  Of whose pudding and gelatin products I am thoroughly tired.  And up with which I will not put.  Anymore.  Likewise.  Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self defense.)

Snow on your cushions

I would like to write something that doesn’t involve complaining.  Or whining.  I don’t remember how.  That sounds like whining.  Don’t read that.

Today was my first day back on my feet, and I think I handled it okay.  I felt like I got punched in the mouth (which is kinda what happened – fact, not complaint), but that didn’t keep me from doing my work.  I could use an early bedtime, though.  The band is rehearsing, but tonight they’re more of a jazz trio than a rock band, so it’s more soothing than usual.  Soothing-er.  I should trademark that.  Soothingers – the blankets/pacifiers/musical mobiles that put your baby to sleep.

Speaking of babies, I CANNOT leave this hole in my head alone.  I know I’m not supposed to poke and prod, but my tongue keeps finding its way over there and the next thing I know, I’m trying to count the stitches.  But I can’t count with my tongue, so I have no idea.  More than one, less than 10.  I read somewhere (long time ago) that human beings can’t take in more than four things (it might have been three) at a glance.  Once there are more than four (or three) of something in a pile, you classify it as many and you have to actually count to see how many there are.  I’m pretty sure I read that and I’m not making it up, but I’m totally guessing at the details.  And it may not be true (or it may have been discredited).

I just did a quick search and didn’t come up with anything conclusive.  Couple of forum discussions, but nothing helpful.

The big bad wolf is trying to blow down my house.  Made of siding.  I’m in trouble.

When the doctor says to rest for two days, just do it

Who knew being knocked unconscious for an hour could be so tiring?  I did a little light cleaning around the house today, and I was feeling a little better, so we ventured outside on a short errand.

I am WIPED.  Turns out I was not ready for that, and so I think tomorrow will be a couch day.  Despite the lure of seeing friends with a visiting adorable puppy (who we will make sure we see next week).  (The friends, not the puppy.)  Now I’m back to trying to hold pudding down and wondering if ramen or mac & cheese is a better dinner choice.  Probably ramen.  ‘Cause I really do need to eat something.  And the evil doctor has deprived me of toast!  The only thing I really want is toast, and I can’t chew it yet.  (Would you like some cheese with your whine?  NO!  I can’t have either!)

Back to the couch and the TV I go.

Edited to add: Mom warned me.  She was right.  I’ll pay attention next time, I promise!  🙂

Adventures in general sedation

I’ve been knocked out for minor surgeries twice before, and they were both very different from today’s experience.  The first time, I was fifteen and having all four wisdom teeth taken out.  I remember getting in the chair, and I remember talking to Bob the Anesthesiologist.  I remember they couldn’t find a vein to put the IV in, and they poked and prodded and finally, when they threatened to stick the needle in my big toe, a vein popped out in my hand.  Apparently.  The last thing I remember before waking up in the room across the hall is Bob the Anesthesiologist saying something about howling at the moon.  The second time was about four and a half years ago.  I had a septoplasty and I remember the doctor putting the IV in before we went into the operating room.  My next memory is of getting dressed to go home.

This morning, they waited so long to knock me out that I was a little afraid they’d forgotten that part.  I walked into the room, sat on the chair.  Waited.   They took my glasses off and put protective glasses on me.   More people came in, they strapped my arms to the arms of the chair (way to keep me calm, guys), and then they draped a hose over my face and told me to breathe through my nose.  Then they propped my mouth open.  I was getting more and more tense by the second.  I could hear all this stuff happening, but I couldn’t see anything, I wasn’t numb, and I was STILL AWAKE.

Then they stabbed me in the arm.  Seriously, they weren’t gentle.

Next thing I remember, I was staring at the light overhead, listening to noises I could make NO sense of, and then I remembered where I was.  And I TOTALLY understood why they won’t let you drive yourself home.  Ten minutes later, in the car, I was convinced I could drive right then.  (I was probably wrong.  Thankfully, John wasn’t up for testing my theory.)

I’m home, the numbness has worn off, and the whole right side of my face aches.  I’m supposed to keep an ice pack on it, 20 minutes on, 20 minutes off, for the first two days.  Let me tell you something.  It’s H A R D hard to do almost anything but watch TV when you’re holding an ice pack to your face.

My 20 minutes off is over now, so I can’t type any more.  (No, I’m not going to tie this thing to my head somehow.)

What’s bouncing around my brain today?

Made up facts I just made up:

  • Human beings think 30,000 thoughts every hour.
  • Cats think 60,000 thoughts every hour.
  • Dogs think 75 thoughts an hour.
  • Statistics are accurate 37% of the time.
  • I could eat my weight in pepperoni and pineapple pizza.  And chicken tikka masala.

I wonder if Riley or Roxy would try to defend me if I were attacked.

Why does it have to be so cold?  And windy?  One of those I can handle, but both?  Not fair.

I am in need of bookshelves.  And books.  Bookshelves first.

I should re-read the Harry Potter books before the last movie.  And watch all of the movies.

Oh my god, my brain is boring.  Why do you people keep coming back?  Don’t misunderstand me – I’m thrilled that you do.  And a little puzzled by the spike in visits I had over the weekend, all related to searches for Road Runner.  Who knew that guy was so popular?

You know who needs more work?  John Hannah.

What is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?

Hanukkah’s almost over – watch this before it’s too late

I realize this is cheating, but I’m fairly certain that you won’t follow the link and actually watch the videos that I found so entertaining (the last two), so I’m going to embed them.  That shouldn’t stop you from visiting The Bloggess, of course, particularly since her latest post is the funniest thing I’ve read in a while.

Here’s one in the same vein (musical geeks, not holiday music):

We’re either in a rut or we’ve been living here too long.

I think both.  John needed wonton soup (he’s not feeling well), and since I was going to pick up the dry cleaning tonight (dry cleaning, dry cleaning, dry cleaning) and our favorite Chinese takeout place is in the same shopping center, I figured I’d just order in person and then come back for it after a trip to CVS.  In the middle of placing my order, the woman behind the counter looked up and rattled off my address.  Consistency is a good thing, right?

I think the fortune in my fortune cookie tonight was a direct response to John’s:

His: “Love in its essence is spiritual fire.”

Mine: “Lucky you.  Get out your party clothes.”