Wednesday, December 17, 2008
What is your favorite word? Yes.
What is your least favorite word? Moist. It sounds way too dirty for common every-day usage.
What sound or noise do you love? The Huz's laugh. It is infectious.
What sound or noise do you hate? A child's inconsolable sobbing.
What turns you on? Applause.
What turns you off? Spiders.
What is your favorite curse word? Fuck.
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? I would like to work at Sea World as a dolphin or killer whale trainer.
What profession would you not like to attempt? Grave digger.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say to you when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? Now you know.
Wanna play? Copy and paste on your blog, and put in your own answers. Have fun!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
This is because he wants to make things that he wanted me to make that I simply have not gotten around to making. For example, he wants a scarf to match this hat:
I made him this hat two Christmases ago, and he wears it pretty much daily. Except for the time when he lost it, and he was very, very sad. He called me, and said, in the most forlorn voice, "Can you make me a new hat? I lost it, and I can't find it!" He found it before I got around to making a new one.
So he wants a scarf to match. I've never known my brother to wear scarves, except when we infrequently went to the mountains to ski/snowboard, or when we went to London in December 1997. Which is why I didn't make a matching scarf in the first place. But he wants one.
I have the perfect idea for a scarf, too. It's going to be an illusion scarf, like this one. See, when you look at the scarf straight on, it's just a normal, striped scarf. But when you look at it from an angle, you can see there's a design on it. So like that. But with skulls, right? And facing the right way, so when you see the skulls they are right side up, not lying on their sides. So awesome! But I need to figure out how to get my original skull design from the hat into a knitter's chart and get the illusion thing to work out. Which takes time. And effort. And yarn. All of which I have right now. Except the effort thing. I'm so lazy!!
But I found a chart! Someone has done my work for me!! Well, most of it - I need to modify it a little to get it to look like my skull, and I'm not doing the crossbones. But I think my brother is getting a scarf (Ravelry link) for Christmas this year!!!!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
However, I knew I couldn't continue my burger-eating ways. We have been trying to eat at home more often, to save money and to eat more healthfully. My meat craving became less intense, so that helped us cut back to eating burgers only once a week. The baby also decided that she liked fresh fruit a lot, especially apples. I was feeling good about my food choices! When the time came around for my fourth appointment, I had no qualms about the scale. I hopped right on up and even let the nurse balance the scale instead of doing it myself. "Looks like you've gained. . . eight pounds," she said.
Lemme get this straight - I eat crap for a month and don't gain anything. I eat better for a month and gain eight pounds?!
In my heart of hearts, I know this is no big deal at all. I know I'm growing a person - I'm going to gain weight, it happens. But those eight pounds just came out of nowhere! I didn't even see them; they snuck up on me!
In the past three weeks it has become much more physically noticeable that I am "with child." I had bought some t-shirts a while ago that were two sizes too big - now they are fitting just perfectly, but it won't be long before I outgrow them. I have a concert to sing in at the end of the month, and I need to buy a new concert dress.
Everything that used to be in my stomach area before the kid took over is moving upward, so it looks like I'm carrying high, but the baby is actually pretty low. It's all my internal organs that are making me look pregnant! I was at a party last night and a friend put his hand on the upper part of my tummy as if to feel the baby - I didn't have the heart to tell him he was really just touching my stomach, diaphragm, and small intestines!
Friday, November 7, 2008
My uterus:And here is Baby Skeletor - or Baby Ghost Rider, take your pick:
And finally, the tell-all photo:Yes, folks, there between my baby's legs, as indicated by the arrow, is nothing. Well, no penis, anyway.
We're having a GIRL!!!!!!!!
Pops and Grandma (my parents) came to the sonogram, as well as The Huz, of course. I had thought it was going to be one of those 3D/4D things, but apparently, I was misinformed. But it was still so cool! She was very active - moving around a lot! At one point she threw her legs up over her head. The doctor thought at first that she might be measuring a little small (more like 17 weeks than 20), but she readjusted herself so he could see that she is exactly right on the money for 20 weeks. She weighs 13 ounces already - almost a pound! We were able to see the four chambers of her heart, and the bloodflow through the heart and umbilical cord. We videotaped it as well.
So now, it's on to picking out a name...
Monday, November 3, 2008
Well, to be truthful, nothing really eventful has happened lately. But does everything need to be an event?
It's kind of like planning a wedding. We planned our wedding in nine months. We got engaged in June of 2005 and married in March of 2006. We got pregnant in June of 2008 and will give birth in March of 2009. Whoa! I kind of just realized that as I wrote it. Okay, it's a lot like planning a wedding!
Right at the beginning there is the engagement, finding the place for the ceremony/reception, asking people to be in the wedding, trying on dresses, picking colors, showing off the ring and telling everyone how he proposed. All the exciting stuff, right?
Then, there is this lull where nothing really happens. I mean, sure, maybe you have a dress fitting, possibly collect a few names for your address book, and finally make a decision between hydrangeas and roses, but nothing major is going on.
All of the sudden, the wedding is in a month - it's Go Time! There are meetings with caterers, DJ's, coordinators, dresses to be picked up, favors to make, seating arrangements to assign, invitations to assemble, family issues to sort out, prayers to pray so that it doesn't rain on your parade, limos, honeymoon details, etc. It's craziness!
Having a baby is just like that. First, it's the excitement of finding out you're pregnant, telling everyone your wonderful news, making doctor's appointments, seeing the first ultrasound, buying all the books, keeping up to date with the size of your baby as compared to fruit, keeping your breakfast down (for some people), picking names. All the exciting stuff, right?
Then, there is this lull where nothing really happens. I mean, sure, maybe you tour the hospital's maternity ward, possibly collect and reject a few more names for your list, and finally make a decision about finding out the gender of the baby or not, but nothing major is going on.
All of the sudden, the baby is due in a month - it's Go Time! There are classes to take, baby showers to attend, acquiring cribs and swings and other items on which to place your baby's butt, diapers to buy, bags to pack, values to gain (so you can impart some to your child), knitting to do, etc. It's craziness!
Now, in actuality, something is happening. I've been feeling these little movements, kind of like little nudges, in my abdomen. I can see how women confuse them with gas. They feel very similar, but not. Sometimes I have to do a bit of analysis to make sure - okay, that was movement, but that was just gas bubbles. But because they aren't big enough for The Huz to feel, he doesn't really get to be a part of it. So I guess I can see why it might not hold the same fascination for him as it does for me, and it could be "boring."
But we did reorganize our bedroom so that we can start making room for baby. We have a little nook that we decorated with these really cute framed postcards, we hung a lamp, and hung up a onesie that The Huz bought at Target. He saw it and gasped, so I knew we had to buy it. It has the Star Wars logo on it! I think it made him realize that all of the baby's clothes could advertise whatever he wanted - he had many plans in his head for custom made onesies from zazzle.com.
The Huz said tonight that the reorganizing of the room and seeing the improvements we made is making him more excited for the baby, making it more real and closer to actually happening. So hopefully, the boredom is wearing off.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Oh well, the walk was nice. It was a little warm so I made sure I brought some water with me. All in all, it took me about and hour and ten minutes to get there, discover they didn't have the book I wanted, and get back home.
As for work, I've been doing the Terror Tram on Friday nights. The last two weeks I've had the 5:48-1:30 shift, and it's been tiring. It shouldn't be, because the tour is ridiculously modified and short. But it is. We used to do this bit where we pretend to fall asleep while giving the tour, and I thought it was great, because then it wouldn't matter how much I yawned - it's part of the bit! Management later thought that it looked a bit unprofessional, so they nixed it. It is all I can do NOT to yawn on camera!
The baby has been making me very tired lately. The past few days I've taken two-hour naps in the late afternoon, and today I slept in until mumble-o'clock. As far as I was aware, I'm only making fingerprints this week, so I don't know why the baby is taking all my energy! We had an OB appointment last week - we did not find out the baby's gender. However, on Nov 7 we're getting one of those cool 3D/4D sonograms, and by then I will be at 20 weeks (halfway!) so we should be able to see some genitalia! I can't believe I'm almost halfway done with this pregnancy. It has been relatively easy and symptomless, so other than my tummy getting slightly larger and being able to hear the heartbeat (148 beats/minute and going strong!) I almost can't believe I'm pregnant. I should be able to feels kicks and movement any time now. There have been a few times when I thought I felt something, but there's just no way to tell at this point. I don't really know exactly what I should be feeling - I've never done this before!
Friday, October 10, 2008
But you know, this should work out well because I have a shift at Universal tomorrow night. They were not able to find alternative work for me, so I've been on my "medical leave." During the Halloween Horror Nights there is a Terror Tram, which takes an alternate route that doesn't include Earthquake or the Collapsing Bridge. And I am allowed to work it!
So, good news: I have a shift and I can pretend to be a contributing member of society. Bad news: My shift is like, from 6pm to 130am! Yuck!!
I guess I'll stay up for a few more hours and get SUPER tired, then I'll sleep in late and maybe even take another nap! I know I'll have to get to work extra early to deal with costuming. I'm sure that asking for pants in a size larger is going to be an issue! Wish me luck!
In other news, we have an OB appointment next week, and we might be able to find out the gender of the baby!
Friday, October 3, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Okay, so the large black blob on the right is the amniotic sac, and the other blob inside the black blob is the baby blob! I know it's a little blurry but I can see the head and an eye, possibly an arm as well.
We had the ultrasound on Wednesday, my first prenatal appointment. I met my doctor, a lovely British man I'll call Dr. P, because that's his name. He called the baby a rascal when he found the heartbeat! The Huz came with me to the appointment, cuz he's awesome like that. I had to warn him, though, that another man was going to be touching my bits and pieces right in front of him, and that he shouldn't get upset and beat the guy up, because that is the man's job. The Huz took it very well.
The baby is measuring at 8 weeks and 1 day. I calculate that the baby is 9 weeks and 3 days. So this baby is due some where between March 22nd and March 31st. I am really hoping for a March baby, because my and The Huz's birthdays are in March, and so is our anniversary. It would be perfect!
In other news, I have not returned to work yet since the accident. It is not recommended for expectant mothers to ride the Studio Tour, due to the intense shaking of Earthquake, so we're still trying to line up what I will do for work during the pregnancy. If my department can't find anything for me, and there are no openings available in any other department, then I will be placed on a medical leave. I can live with that, I think!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
That's right, folks.
I'm going to have a baby!
I don't yet know exactly how far along I am, but from my guesstimation, I'll be having this baby sometime around the end of March and the beginning of April.
The kid and I have reached an agreement about morning sickness (not going to happen) and so far, there have been no strange food cravings. But it's early days yet.
Everyone is absolutely thrilled. We drove Home to tell the "grandparents" - my dad had to sit down on the stairs, he was so excited.
The Huz has started a blog about the experience here on Blogger. It's called One In The Oven. Stop by and visit; I think we'll both be writing on there.
What an adventure, huh?
Sunday, July 20, 2008
I've been looking at a lot of websites, mostly at cruiser-style bikes. I'm so excited to actually get to a bike shop and buy a bike, despite the fact that I probably can't even sit on a bike right now, much less be able to pedal it anywhere.
Healing is a very slow process. When my doctor suggested that I should take three weeks off work and do physical therapy, my first thought was, "Man, it's not really going to take that long, is it?"
It still hurts to turn over in bed. It hurts/is difficult to breathe if my upper body is not propped up. It hurts to get up. I'm walking without the crutches more and more, but it hurts after a little while, especially if I happen to misstep, or land too hard. I have a funny "pimp limp" and I don't like it. I've been driving a little bit, but I'm still not very comfortable. My body is not 100% ready for the physical action of driving. Plus, I'm slightly paranoid about traffic coming from the left. I keep thinking it shouldn't take this long to get back to normal.
I have my first physical therapy session tomorrow (oops, today - midnight just snuck up on me). I have no idea what to expect. I'm also going to have lunch with my good friend DW, from the Disney Days. DW quit Disneyland recently, and we haven't had a chance to exchange stories yet. Should be a hoot!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Last Friday, I killed her.
To be totally fair, it was an accident. I didn't mean to kill her. It just happened. Let's go back...
Friday July 11, 2008 1:06pm
I punched out for lunch and decided to go home to eat. I picked up some McDonald's (I couldn't resist - it's in the same shopping center as Trader Joe's!) and headed home via side streets. I didn't want to wait for stoplights. About a block from my house I had to cross over a major street. I looked to the left, waited, looked to the right, saw my window of opportunity and went for it. And that's when it hit me.
The Ford F150.
It appeared as if from nowhere. By the time I saw it, it was way too late. Afterwards I could see that a parked truck had blocked my view of the Black Beast. I was hit directly on my driver's side door. There was a crunch, a shatter and a quarter turn, and then it was over.
Then there was pain. In my left side and my lower back. Not terrible pain (yet) but I was squashed between the door and the center console, which I couldn't move. Ordinarily, the console can be flipped up to the space between the seats. However at this point there was no "space between the seats." That space was now occupied by my seat.
As I'm noticing that the gear shift and the dashboard have also moved to the right, I notice that the windshield has hundreds of webbed cracks, and I no longer have windows on the left side. The glass from said windows has been sprinkled liberally throughout the car, some of it falling behind me and down the back of my jeans as I reach to take my seatbelt off.
By now the other driver has gotten out of his car and he approaches me. He asks me if I'm okay, and didn't I see him? (What a stupid question, by the way. Do you think that I would have continued forward if I had seen him?) I tell him of course I didn't see him and that I am squashed but pretty much all right. He got on the phone to the police while I thanked Whomever is Up There that The Huz and I had done all the paperwork to put me on his medical insurance a few months before.
The accident happened right next to a construction area where all the guys were on lunch and many of them saw it. One very nice construction guy came up to the car, asked me if I was okay and handed me a water bottle. As I turned my head to speak to him, I could see blood on the door. He sees me notice it and says that I have a lot of cuts on my upper left arm from the flying glass. He went and got me some gauze and another bottle of water.
I spend the next ten minutes trying to get a hold of The Huz, who unbeknownst to me has taken a long lunch with his boss and colleagues. I also call Trader Joe's and let them know I'm probably not coming back to finish my shift today.
The Fire Department arrives and they are very concerned about how to get me out of the vehicle safely. Because they can't move the center console, they can't get me out through the passenger side. They immediately disconnect the car's electricity and put a special cover on the steering wheel in case the airbag decided to deploy. When they ask, I tell them I have no neck pain, but they put a collar on me to be safe and proceed to cut the driver's side door off! Much bending and cutting of metal later, they extricate me from the car and strap me onto a backboard (quite uncomfortable, just so you know).
I am ambulanced to the hospital, I get X-rays, I get a CT Scan, and I am fine. Well not fine, but there are no broken bones, no internal injuries, nothing life-threatening is wrong with me. The Huz got my message and met me after my X-rays. It's like Whoever is Up There knew I still had a lot of stuff to do. In a matter of six hours at the hospital I am free to go about my business, armed only with some crutches and a prescription for ibuprofen. Like I said, nothing broken, but my right leg objected to any weight being put on it. My parents drove up from San Diego right after they heard and got there just in time for me to be released.
I have spent the time since then mostly resting and trying out the leg. It tolerates walking now, but only slightly, and never for too long. The Doc said to use my body every day, get it moving so it remembers how. I have a check-up with my doctor tomorrow to see how I'm doing, and when I should go back to work.
I feel lucky to be alive, and ready for more living. I leave you with photos of my beloved Cordy. So long, my dear. I didn't have you for a very long time, not even three years, but our time together was awesome.
Talk about crunched!
That's the front door on the seat there. You know, the one they CUT OFF!
Cordy is a BIOHAZARD!
Don't forget to grab the Lobster!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
At any rate, The Huz drove us in his car, which was oh-so-nice of him, considering it's a two hour drive. I knitted on the first sleeve of my Perfect Sweater. I brought my keys with me, so I could let myself in to my parents' house, if necessary.
Well, at one point it was necessary, so I brought my keys into the house with me. My mom got rid of the little shelving unit that stood by the front door (where I usually put my keys), so I put my keys on the counter in the kitchen. And promptly forgot that I ever brought them out in the first place. A fabulous time was had by all. There was barbecue:
There were Wii Tournaments:
There were wonderful family members:
When we left the next evening, The Huz asked me if I had everything - this is a habitual question because I habitually forget stuff - to which I replied, 'yes.' He specifically asked if I had my keys, to which I replied, 'yes.'
I bet you can see where this is going.
The next morning was Sunday, and I sing at a Catholic cathedral in Orange County, so I was up early. As I was preparing to leave, I looked in my purse for my keys. Not there. I looked in the bag of clothes from the trip. Not there. I looked in my knitting bag. Not there. I woke The Huz to get his car key so I could look in his car. Not there. I called my parents' house, and my dad answered after the fourth ring. I totally woke him up. "Sorry to call so early, but are my keys right there on the counter by the phone?" "Yes, they are. I'm going back to bed now."
I cannot believe I did this. I had to borrow The Huz's car for the whole morning, and he couldn't go anywhere. When I got back from church, The Huz and I discussed my options over lunch at Daphne's. One of my difficulties was that I had to work at Trader Joe's that day as well. The other one was that I didn't know my work schedule for Monday. The Huz offered to drive by himself while I was at work to go get them. How sweet is he? At the end of lunch we decided that I would take the train down that evening after work and my dad would pick me up. There were no more trains available to take me back home after picking up my keys.
I found out that I didn't have to work on Monday, so I could have just gone then, but I was feeling antsy about not having my keys. I took the bus, the subway and the train that night, and my dad picked me up at 11:55pm. On the train I played Mario Party DS with my seatmate. That was fun! I spent the next day hanging out, went shopping with my mom, and I made copies of my car keys - one to keep at my parents', one for the apartment and one for The Huz. Then I took the train, the subway and the bus back home again, to my darling Huz. On the way home I knit some more on my sleeve. I'm almost done with the first set of increases! What an adventure!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Anyway, it was mostly a very boring day, until near the end. I brought some knitting and a book to read. I'm reading "The Nature of Monsters," by Clare Clark, and I'm knitting up a garter-stitch washrag on the bias, in Sugar n Creme cotton in the Midnight Magic colorway. My name was called right away to go with 34 other people to a courtroom (which I was glad for, because the majority of the 150 people in the waiting room voted to watch a movie that I had no desire to see on the ginormous television; and because this guy sitting behind me was text messaging someone, but his keypad volume was very loud, so the "boop boop, beep beep boop" sound was really getting on my nerves!).
I had to wait 10 minutes for an elevator to take me up to the 11th floor, because the stairs are for emergency use only(!). We all finally filed into the courtroom, and they started calling numbers. They selected 18 people (I was not one of them) and asked them to state what they did for a living, how many kids they have, if they were married - that sort of thing. Then the judge gave some admonishments about not talking about the case, not going to the scene and doing your own investigating, blah, blah, blah. The lawyers were then given the opportunity to ask the potential jurors questions, to weed out any jurors they felt would not be impartial, or would not be able to pass judgment on another person.
I happily knitted away on my rag until the bailiff gave me the stink eye, and told me to put it away, and listen. Like I need my hands to listen! That's specifically why I chose that mindless kind of knitting, so I didn't have to pay attention to it, but my hands would still have something to do. You don't mess with the bailiff, though, so I put it away. Here's how far I got: Okay, I don't know why the picture is sideways, but I'll learn how to fix that later, I guess.
We broke for lunch, there was another 10 minute wait for an elevator, and we had an hour and a half to feed ourselves. I went to a Subway really close to the courthouse (not in the safest of neighborhoods, btw). I ate and read, and still had more than half an hour till I was due back, so I went back to the juror waiting room. Not much going on there, and they were watching Transformers - part of which was filmed at Universal Studios, right in the area that burned up. That made me a little sad, so I went up to the courtroom - no 10 minute wait this time.
Once we were let into the room again, they began letting potential jurors go back to the waiting room. Those of us who had not been chosen originally were to be called to fill in the gaps. See, they call up 35 people to get a panel of 18 to narrow down to a panel of 12 plus two alternates. They got down to 12, then called up 6 more, questioned them, excused others, filled in spots, and finally swore in the 12. I had not been called up to this point. There were two extra people who were in the running to be alternates, and then they called up two more people.
I was one of them.
We gave our info, said yes and no in all the right places, but this time, the lawyers did not question us. They spoke with the judge off the record, and then it was decided that I would be Alternate 1 and one of the two extras from earlier would be Alternate 2.
So I have to go back tomorrow at 9:00. I'll get paid $15 per day, plus $ .34 per mile one way (I guess this is where the 7 extra miles helps out). That amounts to $24.18, roughly $4.00 an hour. Half of minimum wage. This trial is expected to last until next Friday. Two of the original 12 tried to weasel out of it after they were sworn in, by saying they couldn't afford to be away from work that long. The judge said they had to stay, because they didn't mention it sooner. One guy starts summer school on Monday; the judge is making him stay, too, but he is kindly starting court at 10:30 to give the guy time to get there after class.
And that's today's adventure!
Edited to add: Verdict made on Monday - Not guilty!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Now don't get me wrong - I like Vegas as much as the next girl. In fact, my whole family had a fabulous weekend vacation there this year. In January, when the temperature was livable.
However, this particular trip to Las Vegas was hot and yucky, because A) it was June, and B) we had to go to a funeral. The Huz's grandfather passed away due to problems with his lungs. The Huz's Nana was (of course) very sad, so we spent four days out there visiting with her and keeping her company. Nana's sister Aunt B and her daughter D were already there. BIL and SIL arrived shortly after we did. The Huz's parents and sister even drove from San Diego for the funeral and left within 16 hours of getting there. My MIL is awesome, by the way. She organized an entire service for the funeral (at this particular memorial park, they give you 40 minutes to do whatever you want to do, but they do not provide a minister or anything). There were readings, I sang, The Huz, his brother and mother all shared wonderful memories of Grandpa, and then we all sang Amazing Grace. When we were done, two Navy officers unfurled an American flag, presented it while Taps played, then they re-folded the flag and gave it to Nana. Very moving.
The Huz is sad and out of sorts. He is very glad that Grandpa's illness was not long and drawn out, as they were expecting, but he misses him. He is also very worried about Nana. The Huz's father (Nana's son) died 10 years ago, so he and his brother feel very responsible for the grandparents. The boys tried to convince the grandparents to move closer to family, but they were reluctant to leave their home and friends and the weather (Nana likes the heat!) and the casino buffets. Which is all totally understandable - their lives are there. But now that it's just Nana, we worry more. It would be different if she were two hours away, but she's four and a half hours away. We just can't get to her quickly and without major interruption of life. We've been out there several times since Gramps got ill, sometimes just for a day, because that's all we could afford to do - we can't miss any days of work, especially since I don't get very many!
Erg. So anyway, that was the reason for no posts. Nana does not have the Internet, nor do I think she is one of those grandma's who are good on the computer. We couldn't even "borrow" a neighbor's WiFi.
In other news, I got another (additional) job, and my grandpa begins his first round of treatment today. But those are adventures for another day...
Monday, June 2, 2008
No, really, it was on fire.
Very early Sunday morning, the New York St facades at Universal Studios caught fire. Almost all of the Metropolitan sets are gone, and so is our 30-foot, 13,000-pound buddy, King Kong.
Today on our tours, we took the guests right next to the destruction and let them see first-hand how much damage had been done. I would post a picture, but I can't figure out how to get pictures off my phone and on to my computer. It was very sobering to think how much movie history had just gone up in flames.
Gratefully, there were only a few minor injuries reported; no tour guides or employees, but firemen. Every time my tram passed by the fire station on the lot, we applauded.
In other news, today I got to give a tour for the latest bunch of new hires, and all of the tour guides who trained me. It was a little nerve-wracking when I first found out they would be taking my tour. I wasn't really sure the trainers would want the trainees to see the tour of someone who has barely been there longer than them, but it went great. I hit all of my required information, no stalls, and I only messed up on one small thing - Desperate Housewives takes place in the fictional town of Fairview; I accidentally called it Grandview, which is the fictional town where Ghost Whisperer takes place. Too many -views, in my opinion. But I do feel like I impressed my trainers, and I made a good impression on the newbies.
All in all, a good day.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Breakfast or no breakfast: Usually not, but I love cereal for a snack.
Chore I don't care for: Cleaning the bath tub.
Dog or cat: I don't have either, but I could have either.
Essential electronics: My cellphone, my computer, and my DVR.
Favorite cologne: Country Apple from Bath and BodyWorks, sadly discontinued.
Gold or silver: Silver.
Handbag I carry most often: Well, it was my awesome seatbelt bag, but now it's a little red bag with Chinese characters on it.
Insomnia: Not really.
Job Title: Studio Tour Guide.
Kids: Not yet, but next year, I hope.
Living arrangements: One bedroom apartment with hardwood floors, which I share with The Huz, Lord P.
Most admirable trait: I can see the silver lining of any dark cloud.
Naughtiest childhood behavior: Messing up my bedroom, and never cleaning it.
Overnight hospital stay: Never.
Phobias: I have arachnophobia.
Quote: "There is no future, there is no past. I live this moment as my last. No day but today." (Jonathan Larsen, Rent)
Reason to smile: The Huz, Lord P.
Siblings: An older brother, a twin brother, and a younger brother.
Time I wake up: Lately, I've been waking up at 6:30 am for no reason whatsoever, but I go back to sleep till about 9:30.
Unusual skill or talent: Nothing unusual, but I can sing pretty well.
Vegetable I refuse to eat: Beets. They taste like dirt.
Worst habit: Nail biting, and not cleaning up after myself.
X-rays: My left arm (twice), my back, my left ankle, and my teeth.
Yummy stuff: Turkey and avocado sandwiches. Cinnamon Buns ice cream.
Zoo animal I like most: Pandas.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
You know sometimes, when you are bored and have nothing to do, you'll do housework, or go exercise or something like that? But I hate that stuff. It's so hard for me to get motivated to do stuff I don't want to, even if I have nothing else to do. I actually like exercising, it's just hard to get up the gumption to start. I need structure, like an appointment with a trainer, or a class to go to. And I like exercise disguised as fun, like playing tennis, or swimming, or basketball.
And I won't say I did absolutely nothing today. I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen sink. I made myself take a walk around the block. I knitted on my pillow cover (Ravelry link). This is an older picture - I finished another repeat of the circles. I made dinner - fish sticks, corn, and macaroni and cheese. I keep thinking I might need to get a third job, just to keep me occupied. But summer is beginning, and work is supposed to pick up, since this is peak season. It seems silly to me to get another job when I should be working a lot in a couple of weeks.
I need a new project.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
I hope that they bought fruits and vegetables, baby formula, diapers, and medicine. And a Sirloin Burger Combo. And filled their gas tanks. I hope they go to Target and Michaels and Cost Plus and Starbucks with all my giftcards. I hope they swipe my Pat and Oscar's card when they eat there.
But I want my new purse back. (Photo courtesy of seatbeltbags.com)
Friday, May 23, 2008
The whole family (all seven of his kids, and their kids, and their kids) has really come together over this - even some members that have strayed away, for various and sundry reasons that I don't know. So, it's really cool to see aunts and uncles and cousins that haven't been at family gatherings for a long time. We have lots of big events planned in the next few months, and everyone is going to be there!
Grandpa had to go to the dentist to make sure that his teeth would be able to withstand the radiation - apparently, radiation can advance the decaying process - and to get impressions made of his mouth for the prosthesis he will wear during treatments. He'll have to get one tooth extracted, and then they'll start his treatments. Unfortunately, he'll have to come all the way back up to UCLA to get the tooth taken out. My parents drove from San Diego County to Orange County to pick him up, and drove him up to Los Angeles. Quite a drive! But, the added bonus is that I get to see them, without having to make the two hour drive myself, which is always nice.
We had lunch at BJ's after the appointment. I wanted to invite everyone over to see the new place, but the traffic was already so bad, and they had a long way to go, so we said goodbye, till next time.
And that's today's adventure!