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| Monday, June 21st, 2010 | |
| 10:09 am | Another weekend of huge fights between me and Carl. Most of it was about stress and money. Friday started off really well with me getting $500. I felt friggin RICH. Back around Janurary, we got a bill from Citizens' bank on the Forenza (the totaled car) for about $450. We thought that this was supposed to have been paid off by the inusurance companies. But our main insurance had a $500 deductible, which was supposed to be waived because of so long without any claims (I think it's every year that we don't have an accident we're supposed to get $50 off the deductible). Seems the way they do that is we pay it and then they repay us. Neither of us realized this. So in order to get them off our backs, I had to come up with the payment. I snafu'd a few things to do it, but eventually got things straightened out again. Friday while carl was cleaning he found the check from the insurance company, so he went and cashed it and figuring that I was the one that came up with the money to make the final payments that it should go back to me, he only asked that I used some of it to pay down some of my bills, which was fair. So I figured about half to bills and half to play with. I contemplated getting a PS3, because it's something I wanted for a few years now, as well as a few other things I've been wanting to do like get a new tatoo, garb, things like that. ( Cutting because this is where it gets all drama-ish and ranty ) tl;dr- he's pissy, I'm pissy, we fight a helluva lot this weekend, and I end up with a PS3 instead of a couch and a vacuum. Here's hoping that He's done being pissy for at least a week. it's a very dangerous thing indeed when we're both PMSing at the same time. |
| Thursday, May 27th, 2010 | |
| 7:40 am | Doctor Who Dear Doctor, Monday and Tuesday night were entertaining with you invading my dreams. Not sure when you decided to come and visit my brain, but can certainly say that things are...interesting...with you about. And I appreciate that when I mentioned to Carl about having weird Dr. Who dreams for two nights in a row, that you decided not to be the center of attention last night. However, I can't say that it really counts because every time I turned around either you or the Tardis was somewhere in the background, just conspicuous enough to catch my attention and then gone again. You're adorable, charismatic and yes very clever, but if you insist on hanging out around here can you at least be kind and fix my toaster? Me. Current Mood:  silly |
| Thursday, May 20th, 2010 | |
| 1:15 pm | Good for the hand, bad for the sanity I'm sitting here haunting IJ, LJ, FB, and my Email. Why? because I need to LOOK BUSY. I hate Look Busy. It's the worst command one can get at work. It basically means that there's nothing for me to do but sit here, yet I'm supposed to at least give the appearance that I'm earning my pay. I figure the fact that I'm here and available for doing something as soon as it comes in should do that. On a good note, it's good for my hand, giving my poor hand the chance to rest that it probably needs. Last night it was so bad that I lost a pepsi. I wasn't thinking, went to grab it off the edge of the sink and lifted it maybe four inches before my hand gave me a cheerful "Bugger off wench!" and stopped working. Of course it was already open. Thankfully it fell into the sink instead of on top of JakJak who was eating just below. I ended up begging Carl to order pizza because right now I doubt I'd be that good at using eating utensils left handed. I'm just thankful that I was able to do everything else left handed. (Minds out of the gutter!) Carl and I were playing Baulder's Gate on PS2. Thankfully most of the gaming that we like to do on the playstation are very left hand orientated. Final Fantasy, Baulder's gate, Primal, etc. The main thing is to move around. Once you get in a fight, I could either turn the controler and hit the buttons with the left hand or what I usually ended up doing, hitting my attack button with the back of my lower pinky knuckle. Hey it worked and it kept me from getting bored and depressed over the fact that my hand wouldn't work. Just typing this (the most I've done so far today) is already starting to make my hand feel sort of achy and tired. Time to go back to opening PDF's looking them over and closing them. The main thing is that I appear to be working that way while I mainly pay attention to the audio book (today it's Wishsong of Shannara, I should really do some book posts soon on what I've ready this year.) |
| Thursday, May 6th, 2010 | |
| 12:25 am | I live? sort of? Well, I'm almost willing to say that I'm alive again. After the past week of debilitating coughing and wheezing and general miserablenss, I am once more almost at the point of being coherent and well once more. Just got a little bit more to go on getting the whole breathing thing back in order. Right now I seem to be doing well as long as I actually focus on the whole "breath in, pause, breath out...repeat" thing. I've missed almost an entire week of work which does jack shit for the stress levels since as a temp I have no such thing as Sick Time or Paid Time Off. So my paycheck this week is gonna be all levels of shitty. Hopefully it's at least enough to cover my car payment. As it is I had to have Carl come down to the Pharmacy to help me pick up my meds since my inhalers rang in at $40 each and I needed two of them and I then felt like shit because I can't even afford my own meds. >_< So that's been me in a nutshell recently, hopefully soon will be back to completely normal....well, normalish. |
| Thursday, April 22nd, 2010 | |
| 1:54 pm | SEE ICON So today started out being a Thursday and guess what? It's still Thursday. Carl took today and Monday off. Since tomorrow is an off Friday for him (they work every other Friday) that gives him the next 5 days off. bastard. So I did not want to get out of bed. Then I had found these nifty empty tea bags, fill them with your favorite loose leaf and seal them with an iron or a curling iron. I tried the curling iron. I tried for 15 minutes with the curling iron. couldn't get those suckers to seal. Lost track of time. Realized I was going to be late to work. Grabbed my bag and ran like hell out the door. Was on the road for may 45 seconds when I realized that I left my ipod plugged into the computer. ipod has my audio book on it. Already late, can't turn back. Especially when I get behind a bus that refuses to do more than 10mph BELOW the speed limit. Find a parking space, punch in (7 minutes late) come to my desk where AC is on full blast as usual (I'm freezing). And I'm here for maybe an hour when I remember one of the reasons that I -always- have audio books. Some of the office equipment makes weird noises that bug me. Add that to the freezing and the overhead lights and I tend to get migraines. but when I get migraines they are sound sensitive, the sound of me typing sounds like someone's playing drums five feet from my head. Low level talking, not music with it's ups and downs, acts like a white noise. Audio book is just interesting white noise. This helps prevent migraines and if I do get one, at least cut out the audio sensitivity. Went by the manufacturing floor where they have disposable ear plug dispensers and grabbed some of those. that helped. going out at lunch and warming up helped to. Although now, like is usual for me after a migraine, my brain doesn't want to work. We won't go into how long it took me to THINK of the word ACCESS not to mention spell it. I'm looking forward to the weekend. I get to go sit in a tavern and sip tea while I work on a sewing project, and just be my amusing, charming, flirtatious gypsy self. |
| Monday, April 19th, 2010 | |
| 10:23 pm | Of cats- shy and bold So yesterday I was on my way home from my great nephew's christening and I was talking to Carl (I generally call when I'm on my way home from ma'ams to give an ETA and figure out what to do for dinner) and while on the phone I hear him talking to the neighbor. Seems that the next door neighbor has a little boy cat about the same age as Jak, looks like they could be cousins (both greyish tigers excepts Other Kitty's tiger markings are much lighter and he has a more obvious sandy undercoat), and that he got out for the first time. He ran out and hid under the house and no matter how much his owner called, he wasn't giving up his chance to run free for a bit. So I get home, and I see said kitty hiding by the stairs. I tried to get him to come over while I was sitting in the car, before I picked up all my stuff to carry inside, he wasn't to keen on the car though. so I walked to the back of the car and tried again. Mind, all animals can see the word SUCKER printed in big letters across my head, so he comes running over for a skritch and a cuddle (which he got) and then I scooped him up. By this point my neighbor had heard me making talking-at-cat noises and had come out onto the porch to see if I was talking to his cat and if he could sneak down and grab him (very skittish) At which point I proved to kitty that I've got several babies of my own, and they're all stubborn so I know how to scruff kitties! I handed him back to his owner and told him how I was on the phone with carl when they were talking so that's how I was clued i. Since then if I sit on the porch with my book and talk to Jak, I can hear his kitty inside trying to talk to me too. He said he's gonna get him a collar and Jak might get a new playmate. And in the Not Shy Kitty point: I get home from work today and before I can grab my bag and stuff, I'm sitting there with the door open and Jak hops in the car and over to the passenger seat. There he stands, back feet on the seat, front paws on the door peering out the window as the downstairs neighbor pulls up in his van. I think in 5 years I've had all of 3 conversations with this man, not that he's bad or anything, just our paths seldom cross. I do know he works road safety- setting up signs around construction and the like. And he looks over waves and goes "Hi Jak!" Obviously Jak has befriended him and gotten close enough for him to read his name tag. That's cool. then we start talking and he mentions about that cat and cars. Apparently, when he gets home (usually after I'm inside for the evening) he gets out of his van, opens the rear side to get his stuff out, and Jak likes to hop in and explore. Obviously he's got no fears of unmoving cars. He gets the hell out of the way if they move, running to hide under the house, and he still won't go anywhere near the road because it's noisy and he doesn't like it, but if the door is open? That's so obviously an invitation! Well, at least he's a friendly little Monster. |
| Thursday, April 15th, 2010 | |
| 4:22 pm | One thing I won't do for him So Carl's so stressed out, he's at the point of mental breakdown. He says he can't deal with "life" anymore and is super stressed out. I told him that he needs to talk to a doctor, either a regular or a psychiatric one. He said that he wants me to go with him but that I can't. When I asked why, he goes "you have to work." So I told him make the appointment and I'll tell work that I won't be in for the day, or it it's later that I'll leave early, just make the appointment and I'll be there. What ever they say, I'll help him. I'll help him explain to the doctor's since I know he's not good with words. But I won't make the appointment for him. I see that as something that he has to do. He keeps coming out "I need to call, but I don't want to call." Expecting me to go "oh I'll call for you then" but in order for him to get better, he's got to first admit that he needs to see the doctor (him agreeing with me that he should make an appointment is NOT the same thing), and he needs to take an action to start it. If he had problems calling and making appointments, like a phobia or something, I'd help. But he's made doctor's appointments before. He just doesn't want to admit to himself that this is something that he can't fix on his own, and him making this appointment would be a step towards doing just that. After the last round of him subtly trying to maneuver me into calling for him (that's the other reason why, he won't even actually ASK me to make the call, he'll just try to manipulate me into doing it), he got upset, slammed the bedroom door. I hear him on the phone now, so maybe hes making an actual appointment with someone. Edit: he did make an appointment finally, tomorrow morning at 10:00. I said that I'll go into work for a couple hours, come home pick him up and go with him. From what he's saying, it sounds like he's already trying to talk himself OUT of the appointment, like he said that he's figuring that he's going to go in there and every one will patronize him because he's a big guy and he should suck it up, and he doesn't want to be humiliated. I said "No, because I'm going to be there as well and will tell them the things you won't mention." |
| 1:49 pm | Stuck in my Head Ghost of a Rose A valley green, so serene In the middle ran a stream of blue A maiden fair, in despair Once had met her true love there And she told him She would say Promise me When you see A white rose You'll think of me I love you so Never let go I will be Your ghost of a rose Her eyes believed in mysteries She would lay among the leaves Of amber Her spirit wild, heart of a child Yet gentle still and quiet and mild And he loved her And she would say Promise me When you see A white rose You'll think of me I love you so Never let go I will be Your ghost of a rose When all was done, she turned to run Dancing into the setting sun As he watched her And evermore he thought he saw A ghost of her upon the moors Forever he'd hear her say Promise me when you see a white rose you'll think of me I love you so Never let go I will be Your ghost of a rose. Promise me when you see A white rose you'll think of me I love you so Never let go I will be you're ghost of a rose |
| Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010 | |
| 5:24 pm | icon helpage needed please? So I need to find some images of a youngish woman (late teens early twenties whitish hair, preferably in a mohawk. managed to find this already woot! Now just need to find my paintshop pro disc as the compy virus eated my copy Also need some hot young men in roman armor. That one I suspect there's lots of and very pretty to boot. |
| Saturday, March 20th, 2010 | |
| 10:53 pm | Tweak ate my entry!!!! No fair! Anyway, so I've spent the past day writing a big huge diary entry that still isn't done. I think we've gone past entry into life story even though it's only covering certain events. It's gotten so long that I decided that I was giving Stacey her very own space to dump it all. So you want to head over to ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} logans_phantom the first three parts are posted there. I had to split it up, it was to long other wise. I'm still in the middle of part four. |
| Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010 | |
| 12:43 pm | Down to Two cats.....and a furry.....garbage disposal? I've decided that I am revoking JakJak's Feline Species card. He may look cute like an overgrown kitty, and he may say Meow like a kitty, but the resemblance stops there. It's a nightly ritual where we must play fetch. Last night I wasn't up to it, so he started playing fetch with himself. He'd drop his ball in the cat carrier, pounce it in there, then pull it out and bat it hard as he could so it went whipping into the kitchen. He'd then chase it like I threw it, bat it around some more and bring it back to drop in the carrier. Repeat for fifteen minutes or so. He's even got his "sticks" that he chases....okay so they're straws, but he carries them like a dog does a stick. It almost makes me think he's a dog in a cat suit. Except for the cardboard box and the grapes. We've got a thick cardboard box in the living room that something got shipped to me in. I left it there because my cats (the two real cats that is) have a box addiction and like sleeping in it. Jak has started chewing on it. Like a rodent. Slowly, but methodically, nibbling away and shredding the flaps that would normally close the box. Not shredding it with his claws, with his little fangs, like the gerbils on a paper towel tube. And the other night I made the mistake of leaving my food unattended. I left my sloppy joe, over flowing the bun with ground beefy goodness, and he jumps up, ignores the beef, and runs off with a grape that I had left next to the plate for a later snack (I don't like them really cold so I take them out an hour or two ahead of time). I know for a fact that I left two grapes on the table later that night. I thought of it when I went to bed. I meant to throw them away because they weren't up to my standards. They were still on the vines. They were gone in the morning, the vine on the floor underneath the table, and despite looking to see if maybe he just batted them somewhere, they were gone. But he eats anything really. He plays up the cute look to get a bit of Tostitos chips. He sneaks in and steals salsa after licking all the salt and spices off the chip, after all I eat chips and salsa so he should too, right? If it can fit in his mouth, he's convinced he should eat it. Including leaves. So I'm not sure if he's some weird rodent or some weird dog or an even weirder combination of rodent and dog, but I have revoked his Feline Species Card. |
| Friday, January 29th, 2010 | |
| 12:29 pm | dead sarcasm I was tempted to make a semi-sarcastic post, but its pretty sad when I'm in so much pain that I can't even find the enthusiasm to do that. I need some escapism but have no where to escape to anymore. Is this ever going to end? |
| Tuesday, January 12th, 2010 | |
| 7:27 am | Stolen from Zanne! Top Five Fandoms Lora Will Not Touch With A Ten Foot Pole 1> Twilight- I can't even bring myself to read the first book, let alone the series. The little I saw of it made me want to grab an editing pen- although another part of me says that I should write in this fandom- after all, I can't possibly make it any worse then it is naturally! 2> Friday the 13th- Despite my intense love of horror movies, and the fact that I used to write Freddy-fic (some of the first fanfic ever written when I was like 10 and still occasionally dabble in when I can't sleep), I refuse to go near Friday the 13th. Jason just pisses me off. What a loser. 3> Harry Potter- Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore the books. But to my mind, everything was very nicely wrapped up, so there's really nothing left there to poke around with. I can't really do any pairing writings because, well the idea of writing kiddie smut (c'mon they're only like 12 when the series starts for cripes-sake!) is sickening, especially Student/Teacher smut. 4> Lord of the Rings- have you seen some of the Crazy Shit there? the Legolas/gimli fics out there? or Aragorn/gimli? 'nuff said. 5> anything from my childhood; My Little Ponies, Fraggle Rock, Care Bears, Strawberry Shortcake etc. I've seen what some people have done to those 'doms and I refuse to be associated with that! Top Five Fandoms You'd Never Consider That Lora Is Interested In Joining 1> Anita Blake- I don't even read the damn books anymore, but I started out loving Jean Claude, and the socities that Hamilton built could be so wonderfully rich and detailed. There's so much room for plot in that world, it's such a shame that the author thinks that plot is actually spelled P-O-R-N. 2> Warehouse 13- Again, another great idea with just so many damn possibilities! 3> Merlin (the TV series)- There's something about this series that I fell in love with. Sadly it's a BBC show, and it takes FOREVER to get to the US. I may have to wait till the summer just to get season 2 as it's been rumored that NBC likes it better for a between show running, as the seasons are only 13 episodes long. Drat. But I've developed a thing for Merlin/Gwen. I'm almost talking myself into something as I type this, sigh. 4> Sherlock Holmes- and not just because there's a new movie out. I know people who went to see it because "OMG! Robert Downy Jr and/or Jude Law!". Others went to see it because the trailers made it look spiffy. I started begging to see it before any trailers came out. I've loved Holmes since I was 17 and I picked up my first short story by Sir Author Conan Doyle. I've now got the completed works in a wonderful, illustrated boxed set. Aren't you jealous? 5> Like wise- Lewis Carrol's Alice- as in from Wonderland. Another set of stories that I have the complete works of an adore. and there's just so many possiblities here. I think this is actually the root of my fascination with the Labyrinth, in many ways the stories parellel each other. Labyrinth wins because it has Hot Goblin King, and White Rabbits don't really do it for me, but I'm still endlessly fascinated with Alice in Wonderland as well as Through The Looking Glass And What She Found There. (fyi, there's a great movie adaptation from the 80s with Sammy Davis Jr as the Caterpiller, Carol Channing as the White Queen, Beau Bridges as the Unicorn, the list is amazing as are the songs, although Carl's getting a bit tired of them as I tend to watch it over and over and over again) |
| Monday, January 11th, 2010 | |
| 12:46 pm | My Weekend- in which nothing went wrong! I didn't dare say anything over the weekend as I'm sure that the universe would then be advised of the horrible slacking off it was doing, but I actually had an entire weekend where nothing went wrong. Saturday- Went to Ma'am's house for a HouseParty (Houseparty.com is my new friend!) and we played Your Shape on the Wii. It's an extensive workout program designed to kick your butt into shape....well at least the Extra Challenge that I got to unlock for hosting the party was designed that way, it basically even tells you that. But it was fun and the cool thing is that it comes with a video camera so you can see you on the screen and correct your movements/posture. Judi and I did enjoy it even though it was hard. Ma'am and her friend Allie had a great time watching us work our butts off and how horribly we did considering we're following movements we've never seen before. After that we played Just Dance, also on the Wii, and that was an awesome and fun game. Judi beat my butt into the ground on pretty much every round/song, except Cotton Eyed Joe. She got the game for christmas so she was more familiar with the dance moves, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it! By this point we were all in a great mood and laughing, so we went with the laughing part and I put on Jeff Dunham's Spark of Insanity. I picked it up the other day for the IPod (after christmas, Carl and I found the universal dock for hooking said Ipod up to the television)I knew that Ma'am would love it, her friend Allie and Judi were dying as well. He does a comedy ventriloquist act. I have to say, of all his "dolls" Peanut is my favorite. Walter's funny as hell as well, but there's just something about Peanut that makes me love him more. After that I dropped Allie back at her house so ma'am wouldn't have to drive out in the cold and the dark and headed home for supper with Carl. We had turkey pies and watched Dunham's Arguing With Myself and there was more laughing to be done. Yesterday was pretty much a quiet day. I had to yell at JakJak a few times, but with a kitten I don't expect much different. The main one was "No Jak, I'm not giving you my straw, stop staring at it!" He's decided that straws are WONDERFUL toys and will steal them out of my drink if I leave it unattended....usually knocking said drink over in the process. I have discovered that holding said straws like a stick and throwing them will, in fact, send him running after it to bring it back for another toss just like he does his Dingle-balls. I don't have a kitten, I have a puppy in a cat suit. Last night I made a roast for dinner with mashed potatoes. Despite the fact we didn't remember to take it out of the freezer until around noon time, and I had to do a rapid-thaw on it, it came out very good, more on the medium well side where as I normally prefer it more towards the medium rare, but still very good. And the stove didn't even blow up! And then I had to come to work today. I'd rather have stayed home and seen how long the good streak lasts, but here's hoping it survives work. |
| Monday, December 28th, 2009 | |
| 1:06 pm | The universe is laughing I'm sitting here at work, in my cotton pants and my somewhat ugly, yet very comfy shoes which are great for my occasionally still sore no-longer-broken toe and knee. I walk by the glass doors up front and nearly cry. It's snowing. The very comfy shoes? are sling backs, if it snows to hard, I'm gonna have some friggen cold piggy toes when I try to go to my car. The universe, she mocks me. At least I've got tea. Lots of tea in a purty as hell tea mug ma'am got for me. |
| 6:20 am | Today's Agenda Go to work (boooooo). While there try really hard not to go crazy since I really won't have anything to do. Try to hide the fact that I'll be listening to Storm Front on audiobook. I've got several routines for hiding the fact that I've got a little earbud in my ear, I only need one since all I'm doing is listening to little voices in my head. Er...that might not have sounded right. Come home, Play on FB addictions (curse you all!), Watch House, and then WoW for a bit if the servers decide to like me. |
| Sunday, December 27th, 2009 | |
| 1:22 pm | -_- Farmville Cafe World Petville Fishville I BLAME YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!! *wanders back to her addictions* |
| Saturday, December 26th, 2009 | |
| 11:30 am | At least christmas wasn't on a thursday! So my late christmas present from the universe was that the THURSDAY moment from over the weekend was rescinded. Thursday we head down to Ma'ams. We're on the road maybe twenty minutes and I realize I might have left my purse at home. I figure the only thing in it is my book, no big deal, I've got everything else I need. Turns out that the gift card to the movie theater that I got for my sister was in my purse, not the gift bag I had for her. So I figure that I'm down there quite frequently for the movies anyway, I'll keep that one and swing by the theater and pick her up a new one. I manage to sneak into the theater- the doors were locked when we got there but someone was just leaving after a movie, and since I was just using an automated kiosk, I didn't feel overly guilty. I created the same gift card I had before (their kiosk is cool, you can personalize the card itself and it prints the card there!) and we headedd out. Got a call from my other sister could I stop at 7/11 on the way to drop my neice off at her place. Sure. Do that, drop neice off get bhack to ma'ams and proceed to panic because Said gift card that I just purchased is no where to be found. I turn my coat pockets inside out, I turn the car inside out. It's nowhere. I call my sister have her check in the 7/11 bags to see if it accidently fell in there, nope. Nothing. Drove down to 7/11 and looked around the parking lot then talked to the clerk, still nothing. I left my name and ma'ams number and a description of the card (yay for personalization!) and asked to call if someone turned it in. Nothing. So I told Donna that I had a gift card that I'd bring down over the 2nd (when I'm down there next) and figured I was out $40. This morning, Ma'am calls and tells me "I'm changing my name and going to the movies....as soon as Debbi gets back with the car." the clerk from the other night called this morning to say it had been found, so she's going to swing by and pick it up then give it to Donna when she sees her on Monday. yay! Since that was really the only major catastrophe this weekend and it's now been negated, I'm a happy camper. |
| Sunday, December 20th, 2009 | |
| 11:57 pm | the twelve days of christmas Carl and I decided to start a new tradition for us. We've discovered we're never home on christmas, we alternate where we go, this year we'll be spending christmas eve and christmas morning with my family, then over the weekend heading out to NY to visit his family. Other years we do it the other way around. Because we don't see the logic (yes I used the bad word!) in wrapping our gifts to each other to pack them in the car to drive someplace else to open them up and then drive them back home, we usually open them either christmas eve morning or else when ever the last day before we set out for wherever is. This being the case, we've decided to spread our christmas to each other out. We decided this on Friday, so we opened something then, something tonight, we'll open again on Tuesday and our "big" gifts to each other will be the last things we exchange on Christmas eve morning before we head out. Next year, we'll arrange it a little neater so it'll be 12 days before christmas and we'll start with stocking stuff size stuff and get up to the bigger stuff. So Friday Carl opened his new keyboard for his computer (his was dying and driving him crazy) and I got the Diamond Edition Snow White box set. He saw me looking at it but I couldn't bring myself to buy it for myself since I do have Snow White on DVD already. But this is in a big red velvet box, comes with an awesome book, and a set of 8 pins (the 7 dwarves pluse a stylized SW square pin), a set of lithographs of some of the original animation drawings, and a certificate of authenticty, because it is one of those only so many made collectible things. I love it to bits. And attached to the front of that was a little card- a $40 gift card to Headliners, which has the fairies and other omg fantastic stuff that I like to collect and drool over. Tonight I got an egyptian trinket box (which I'm going to take pics of and put up on Facebook, as soon as I get my camera working!) and Carl got two cds, Chant and Chant II (Gregorian chants) He had mentioned how he had Chant at one point an really liked it for it's meditative qualities, and I saw that they had two cds out now so I got him both, and told him that I wanted him to open those tonight so that he could listen to them this week while I'm at work and RELAX. I'm having a lot more fun this way, I think that next year will be even better because we'll have planned things out with the intention of doing this. |
| Thursday, December 17th, 2009 | |
| 9:52 am | an early exchange Last night I finished wrapping the presents for Carl. I've still got some wrapping to do, for Mom and my sister and my nephew, but Carl's is done so I brought them to the computer room where we are currently stacking them (don't dare leave them in the living room, the JakJak Monster would have to much fun with them!) Carl's been going crazy for like a week now wanting to open presents. Not that he wants to open his, he just really wants me to open mine. Now I knew one of the presents that I got for him he'd know what it was instantly. Recently we've been getting the Family Guy on DVD. We had the first four volumes, so I got him volume 5 as part of his gift. Since I was getting it from FYE's Used section, it wasn't the best shape to wrap as it was and not be obviously repackaged, so I got creative and silly. I unwrapped it complete, wrapped each of the three dvd cases seperately, wrapped the outer case in such a way that I could then slide the three wrapped cases in it and still not be able to see any names or titles. That it was a three-dvd box set, and the cases were super thin pretty much screamed what it was. I knew that it wasn't really hiding anything. So last night I bring the present in and stack them on the others and let Carl look at that one. I had already warned him that he'd probably know -exactly- what it was as soon as he looked at it, not even have to guess to far to get the details (which show/season). Even warned the look on his face as he examined it "You -wrapped- them individually?!?" was priceless. And then he's thinking that I couldn't have been that silly, I must have just folded the paper into the creases to make it look like that. So he slides the discs out and then goes "Oh my god, you really did wrap them individually!" I was laughing hysterically at his expression. It was worth the 45 minutes it took me to wrap that one thing. then we decided in order to preserve sanity for another week, last night we let each other open one gift, something that would keep us entertained/occupied till christmas and thus get his mind off looking at the presents and wanting to urge me to open them all. And since, like I said, I knew the dvds weren't going to be a big surprise, I said okay,and we'll watch them over the next week. So he picked on thing for me to open as well. he was afraid that I'd guess what it was when he first wrapped it up. So I felt the box, and it had some sort of handle on top, and I thought that because of the weight and the handle it was one a bath set like you get in most drug stores. I was WAY off. It was a complete art set. Carl had been looking for something up in the attic and found my old sketch books (we're talking done in high school) and doodle pages, and he knows that I've been thinking about getting back to it although I am horribly out of practice. So he got me this art kit to get me going again. It's got a full set of color pencils, water color pencils, oil crayons, drawing pencils, and 18 tubes each of oil paint, acrylic paint and watercolor paint. Combined with the fact that for my birthday he got me a Micheal's gift card that's still sitting in my wallet because I haven't decided what to use it on, and I'm going to be all set to get back to art stuff. I've already decided that card will go towards getting me a pallet so I have something to mix colors on, as well as some better brushes because the two in the kit are servicable, but not my favorites types. Of course last night I tried to doodle something rather simple, a pink elephant. and I realized, being 15 years out of practice it's noticable. So I pulled out my sketchbook that I bought a few months ago, and will practice first in there with line drawings with the full expectation that it's going to suck for now. I'll get better once I get going again though. And he proved once again why I married him, with everything else happening lately, he knew that I could really use even just little things like that to cheer me up. And it's not just the art set itself, but what it implies, that he's encouraging me to pay more attention to my creative side, and supporting that. |