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I am still processing photos from our trip to Salem and Boston at the beginning of the month. While it's true that I took a lot of photos, I'm taking my time and doing a super-nice job with the processing because I want to have them done up into a nice little photo book.

Believe it or not, this was Rich and my first vacation alone together. It was splendid! We got to relax, and we also saw pretty much everything we wanted to see while we were there. It wasn't a terribly expensive trip, altough we *may* have done a bit too much shopping. Seeing as how it was also our first vacation in five years, I can't really blame us. We've decided that we're definitely going to make the effort to do this more often, even if it's just for a long weekend. We both came home positively rejuvenated. Totally worth it.

Oberon and Puck stayed with my parents while we were away. Puck got to play with my mother's iPad; Obi was more interested in watching/hissing at the birds and squirrels. My father, who has been a vocal cat-disliker since I can remember, encouraged Obi to snuggle with him on the bed while he was reading. Unfortunately, Obi's purr was too loud for Dad to handle at sleepytime, so Dad scooped him up and plopped him into his kitty bed in my old bedroom. (Dad said Obi purring sounding too much like Mom snoring.)

My brother, also a cat-disliker, came over for a family barbecue and spent TWO HOURS playing with Puck. I believe he is now considering getting a kitty of his own. ;)

Now that the boys have settled back in at home, they get along a little bit better every day. Puck is learning that if he asks Obi to play and is refused, the appropriate response is NOT to ask harder. He doesn't get it every time, but sometimes is ok for now.

Oberon is learning about bedtime cuddles. We think his last family never let him in the bed, so this is all very new to him. Recently he's been trying to kill the lumpy things under the sheets, i.e. me and Rich. I have a little tooth-shaped bruise on my thigh to show for it. Last night he seemed to get it, since there was much cuddling, no biting, and a minimal amount of pouncing.

Dinnertime in our house is always exciting now. Oberon sits quietly and patiently, while Puck FREAKS OUT. He cries like he hasn't eaten in DAYS, and recently has started attempting to jump to where the food is being prepared. I see this becoming a problem relatively soon, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I have video of the dinner-freak-out ritual, which I'll be posting on YouTube as soon as I get it edited. I also want to get video of Puck playing purrito with a large sheet of tissue paper. SO CUTE!

Anyway, aside from work stuff, that's what's going on in my world right now. How are you?


Oct. 28th, 2009 10:31 am
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This is the first time in a long, long time that I haven't been excited for Halloween. I didn't have the time and resources to get my costume made. Our Funkin* is sitting on the dining table, un-carved. Rich is going to be working most of the day and into the night on Saturday; I don't feel like traveling terribly far on my own, so I probably won't go to any of the parties to which I have been invited.

We don't get any trick-or-treaters, so there's no candy in my house. I shall have to pilfer from my parents before they run out. (Translation: before Dad finishes it all.)

Maybe I'll go take some photos in the cemetery if it's nice enough out. I haven't done that in a few months, and it's appropriate for the holiday, no?

The post-Halloween holidays, on the other hand, I am stupid-excited about. Even though Thanksgiving in my family is traditionally held at my parents' house, and our apartment is way too teeny to host the event, I'm looking at festive table linens rather wistfully. (Hm. The one that would fit my table is only fifteen dollars. I just got a five dollar coupon, too...)

I have Plans for the biscuits this year, even though my mother nixed my bacon-biscuit idea. (Perhaps I shall do half plain and half bacon? I think this may be an excuse to perform some experiments. Delicious, delicious experiments!) I'll get to break out my super-nifty potato peeling device, as well.

Then there's Christmas. Cannot. Wait. I've already got a pretty decent wishlist going, (I like to put a lot of stuff on my wishlist, so that I may still be surprised when gift-opening occurs. If there were only one or two things on it I would know what I was getting before I opened any of the packages, and that would not be fun!) and have been harassing my family members to provide me with theirs. Mom wants a TV; Dad is usually the most difficult, but I have a bit of a plan for him. That leaves Steve. He tends to buy himself a lot of stuff, which limits my gift-giving options.

I'm going to pull out our decorations the minute Thanksgiving is over, and start getting the apartment in holiday-mode. (Unless, of course, we end up moving. Or something.) The lights, the garland, the scented candles, the festive table linens, the holiday movies...

I guess Halloween just seems sort of inconsequential when compared to the feelings that the other holidays elicit. Not that it's not fun, but I'm just more in the mood for that homey feeling these days.

This may have a lot to do with my desire to start shopping for a house to buy. To me, and I think to many people, the holidays mean home. We already know that our little apartment won't be "home" for too much longer. If we can get a mortgage, we'll be buying a house, most likely on the other side of the Hudson. If that doesn't happen, we'll probably move anyway when our landlord raises our rent. For what we'd be paying if that happened, we could get a much nicer, bigger place. (Preferably with a dishwasher and laundry facilities. A girl can hope!)

Part of the problem is that I get bored at work, and start looking at real estate listings online. I keep seeing adorable little houses that we could totally afford! In fact, according to the little calculators on the real estate websites, (which may or may not be accurate,) the mortgage payments on some of those homes would be less than what we are paying in rent right now!

Methinks I must learn some patience. It will happen soon, just not necessarily as soon as I would like.

Also, I really really REALLY want a LensBaby. They just released a fisheye optic! How freaking cool is that??

In short: I'm really sort of "meh" when it comes to Halloween this year, but I want the rest of the holidays to get here, darn it!

*A Funkin is a carvable fake pumpkin. We got it for two reasons: 1. I kept hearing about pumpkin shortages due to fungus, and 2. we don't have an appropriate porch to store a Jack O'Lantern on, so last year we put it on our table. It went moldy and gooed all over the place. It was gross.
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My dad like to send these idiotic chain letters to me. Most of them generally piss me off, but today's was a real winner.

Click here to view the stupidity. )

Now, a bunch of this, especially the last bit, sounds like complete bullshit to me. So I checked the Urban Legends Reference pages, an invaluable source for denying crap like this.

Do you know what I found out?

It's completely and totally made up. I sent that link to my dad, and a couple of other people he sent the e-mail to. Hopefully that will teach him to stop believing every piece of chain mail that comes into his in-box.


Oct. 31st, 2006 08:43 pm
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Happy Halloween/Samhain to everyone!

Quote of the evening:
Me: "The federal government is providing funding for abstinence education for people ages 19-29. Isn't that the stupidest thing you've ever heard?"
Dad: "What do you mean, accident prevention? What?"

Real post to come, perhaps with pictures!

Dad Update

Sep. 11th, 2006 09:04 pm
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He's home, he's fine. Apparently, he wanted to drive himself home. After general anesthetic.

Yeah, right.

According to the doctor, it was only a 4mm stone, but his urethra is so scarred from previous stones, that it wouldn't have been able to pass. They can do amazing things with lasers nowadays, though, so all is well.

I believe he has several more smaller stones, but if (and this is a BIG if) he does as the doctor says, he should be fine.

My only concern is that he's going to try and sneak some Tylenol PM tonight. Bad. Idea. I should go hide those....

Thanks, everyone who commented on the previous post with happy wishes. :)


Sep. 11th, 2006 04:26 pm
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My dad's going in for emergency surgery to remove kidney stones. He drove himself to the hospital, so I have to drive my brother to the hospital to pick up his work van.

Thank goodness he had the mind to go to Good Sam instead of Nyack. Nyack misplaced my Grandma once.

Shouldn't be too big of a deal. Right?


Oct. 20th, 2005 10:39 pm
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I had the "Daddy I love you and I don't want you to die," conversation with my father tonight. Not an easy thing to do, since I usually don't get along too well with him. I mean, I love him, but I don't necessarily like him all the time. Especially when he puts other people before his own family.

I told him what [livejournal.com profile] axplazeboy said, and I made him promise that he'd call the doctor tomorrow. It was like pulling teeth, sans novacaine.

I'm calling him to remind him tomorrow morning-ish. We'll see how this turns out.
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My mother is going to a teacher conference out of state for three days. Watch, my father is going to have a massive coronary while she's out of town. Just watch.
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My father is *finally* installing central air conditioning in our house. For over three years, I've waited, and it's finally happening! However, my father has become even more wildly inconsiderate while doing the work.

Case in point: Rich [livejournal.com profile] aziraphalesshop and I were asleep downstairs in the rec room on the futon one morning. (This is where we sleep when he stays over.) My dog, Snowball, had opened the door so she could come in and lay down. Dad came busting in at ten to nine. He claimed that he didn't know we were there because the door was open, then proceeded to insist that we vacate the room because he had to work there.

Ok, fine. No problem. We went up to my room and snuggled up in my bed. Not ten minutes later Dad was banging on my door, demanding that we get up because he had to work in my room, too. (I must mention at this point that the rec room and my room are not only on different floors, they're on opposite sides of the house.) I grudgingly agreed; we may have needed more sleep, but we did have errands to run.

We were about to leave when my father called me upstairs. For this part of my tale to make sense, you must understand that part of the air conditioning tubing is running down through the left side of my closet. I cleaned off the shelves on that side months ago. Many pairs of shoes are waiting for me in Rubbermaid containers in my basement. That was all he had asked me to do.

Anyway, as we were about to leave, my father called me upstairs, because he needed me to remove all of my clothing from the closet, and clean off the top shelf. For a number of years, the top shelf of my closet has been home to approximately fifty carefully arranged and displayed stuffed animals. I had no idea what to do with these. Had I been given a few months notice as for the other shelves, I would have been able to find a temporary home for these creatures of plush. But no. I was given ten minutes notice, so they were dumped uncerimoniously on my bed.

On the upside, I found eighteen dollars in a Winnie the Pooh changepurse that I didn't know I had.

I now have half of my top closet shelf available to me. The stuffed animals are piled messily on it until the rest of the shelf can be altered and re-installed. Once again, had I been given sufficient notice, I would have been able to store them somewhere more appropriate and organized.

I now ask you to recall the beginning of this tale, at which time Rich and I were asked to leave the rec room. My father did absolutely no work in that room that day. None.

My tale does not even compare to that of my brother, however. He was told the night before the work was scheduled to happed that he needed to clean out his closets. When it wasn't done when Dad needed it, he pulled everything out of Steven's closets in a most disgraceful manner and left it in a pile in the middle of the floor. Steven has now declared his room a "Dad Free Zone."
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So let's see now, where to begin?

Saturday Mommy and I went car shopping at the Saturn dealership in West Nyack. She got her car there, and has been very happy with the service. We got there, and within and hour, I had a car picked out, financing taken care of, and a deposit put down on it. That's right, people. I'm getting my very own car!
It's a 1999 Saturn SL2. It's in very good condition, and it's this really pretty blue color. You know what the best part is? IT GOES! Uphill, even! I won't have to floor it to get onto the Palisades! ::Happy Leslie Dance::

After car shopping, we went to the mall for a bit, and I helped Mommy clothes shop. Then we went home, and went grocery shopping. After that, I got ready to go to Rich [livejournal.com profile] aziraphalesshop's house for dinner.

I was driving my mom's old car, a Mercury Mystique, down 304 on my way to his house. Across from Dr. Davie's farm, there was a car, stopped dead in a 55mph zone, with no flashers or brake lights. I hit my brakes, and my car didn't stop in time. BANG! My airbags deployed. I think that was the scariest part of the whole thing, the airbags coming out. I somehow managed to get myself out of the car. There was an off-duty police officer who helped me to the side of the road, where I just sort of collapsed.

In order to make a long story, much of which I don't remember, short, I'm fine, the guy I hit is fine, his bumper has some scratches on it, and the Mercury is totalled.

How'd that happen, you ask? Well, when the airbags went off, they practically shattered the windsheild. If they hadn't deployed, the bumper just would've been cracked, and everything would've been hunky dory. However, it costs somewhere in the vicinity of twelve hundred bucks to replace a windsheild, and the car was only worth thirteen hundred, well, you get the picture. It just wouldn't have been worth it.

Anyway, went back to my house, got cleaned up a little, got Rich to come get me, went back to his house, had dinner with the family, stayed the night there, did some random stuff on Sunday, came back home Sunday night.

I got home, and Dad said he has a surprise for me. He sits me down, tells me to close my eyes, and hold up my hands. He put something in my lap, then told me to open my eyes. I did, and there was a guitar case on my lap, with a guitar inside! It's an acoustic, it's very pretty, and it just needs a little fixing up. I think it's been sitting in someone's attic for some time, but it's in very good condition. The strings need replacing, and the neck needs to be re-adjusted, but it's perfect otherwise. One of Dad's friends gave it to him for me. I have to write a thank you note, but it would be useful to know the name of this person first.
So it turns out my Dad does have some redeeming qualities.

Steven's a little mad at me because I smashed up "his" car, but he really shouldn't be. He's getting a 2000 Saturn to replace it. We're going to have a fleet of Saturns in our yard.

Oh, and I also got a phone call from Lars Lunde. He couldn't get in touch with the head of the fairies guild. It seems she's fallen off the face of the planet. However, he said "I think you qualify. I'll let you in. Call me back and we'll make arrangements." WOOO! I'm in a guild!

That's all folks!
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I was recently convinced to purchase a used Nintendo 64, because I have never owned a video gaming system, and it was cheap. I decided that I wanted to bring my television (the one that my mother bought me as an early Christmas present when I went away to school) so I could hook the system up in there, so as not to be disturbed while playing.

Now, since my shoulder/neck is royally screwed up at the moment, Rich [livejournal.com profile] aziraphalesshop carried the TV from the basement to my room, and I followed.

As I was about to go upstairs to my room, Dad asked me why I was putting the TV in my room. I said "Because I want to." I figured I didn't need any other reason, because it's my TV, and my room. Apparently, Dad doesn't think this way. He wants more of an answer. I say I don't have one, he starts to get all pissy, and I walk away. Now he's pissed at me.

Mom thinks it's because he doesn't want to admit that I'm all grown up. Well, he's going to have to. He doesn't have a choice.

This journal entry was brought to you by coffee, poptarts, and the number 64. We hope you enjoyed it.


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