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October 6, 2005Alive, yes. Kicking, not so much.A recap of September (bear with me, I'm writing this stuff down as it comes to me, which isn't exactly in chronological order): Snerkology enjoyed its fifth anniversary on the 15th, which seems weird and yet so natural that I didn't even think about it until a day or two after. The journal is such a "normal" part of my life that I guess I've just gotten over the significance of another year gone by. I'm really glad I started this thing. I wrote, and yet neglected to post, an entry back on the 13th. It's earth-shattering in its lack of interesting information. Marie has been grounded, like, five times, for various transgressions of the teenagerly sort. Marie turned seventeen on the 18th. Seven. Teen. Goddamn, I feel old. The day passed without a peep - no phone call, no card, not a damn thing - from Marie's mom. OH, there's so much I could say about that. So. Much. BUT! Moving along. We gifted Marie with a very pretty diamond and sapphire bracelet, a pair of sunglasses (which I gave to her early), and a MOD purse (made out of a license plate and two small hubcaps! How cute is that?) which I'm not sure she liked all that much, though she insists that she does. I heart eBags. Then we took Marie and two of her friends to Kona Grill for dinner. I must think of something spectacular for her 18th birthday. We finally got Marie's Senior pictures back yesterday, which I will scan and post. She's beautiful. Stunning, even. Not that I'm biased. I have some pictures of Anthony and Devlin and the kids to post, from their visit back in August. Calvin and I have gone out to happy hour at least once every week, sometimes twice or more. It's nice to have friends. There has been much movie-watching, mostly at home on DVD. I did go to see "Serenity" with Archibael and his wife, though. It. Was. Awesome. Everything I hoped for, but one thing I didn't hope for, which gives it a 99.999999% out of 100%. I want to go see it again, right now. Even though there was no, "Grr. Arrg." at the end of the credits. It is on my list of "Movies To Buy Immediately As Soon As They Come Out On DVD". Actually, I think it's the only movie on the list right now. I already bought "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy", which Calvin doesn't get (he never read the book(s)), and therefore hates. Plus, there's the British Humour that's an acquired taste which he hasn't...uh, acquired. Admittedly, the movie wasn't as perfect as I would have liked it to be, but it's all inside-jokey for the folks who have read the series, and so I love it. Speaking of reading, I've gone on a Romance Novel of Debatable Taste kick. I have become a fan of Lisa Kleypas and Julie Garwood, and now I'm trying out Fern Michaels. It's good to read a book (or twelve) that doesn't require me to think, for once. Calvin had a birthday on the 1st, and I got him "Phil Collins - Finally - The First Farewell Tour" on DVD. We've already watched it three or four times, and I still get goosebumps during "In The Air Tonight". Really, it was the best concert we've ever seen, and the entire thing is on this DVD for us to re-live as many times as we want. I bought Journey tickets, and we're going to see them, for the eleventy-bazillionth time, this Saturday. Several stories were submitted for September's Storyteller. I didn't get a chance to write my story, but my idea for it is still pushing at my brain, so I'm still going to write it. AND write for October's prompt, for which I have an idea that is also pushing to get out. That is my goal for this month. After all, what is the sense of running a collab, if I don't participate in it myself? I cheated on my regular hairdresser. I know! How awful of me, after seeing her for over 10 years! But I got this deal where I get three cuts, three massages, a coloring, and some product, for $60. So I couldn't pass it up. It was a VERY pretentious place, with a hidden entrance. Seriously. If you didn't get specific directions on how to find the place, you never would. And it's in the MALL. You have to go down this corridor (that I've never seen before, and I go to the mall a lot), and then turn down another, dimmer, corridor. About fifty feet along that corridor, there is a nondescript door with a nondescript sign. Open that door, and you find yourself in this very swank, upscale place with hairdressers in uniforms, the manager touring the place with beverages, recliners at the hair wash stations, and classical music playing softly from hidden speakers. It was very nice, but I felt vaguely out of place the entire time I was there. So I'll get my sixty buck's worth (I did like the way my hair was cut), and then go back to my beloved hairdresser. Who will probably shear the back of my head when she learns that I had an affair. I still haven't sent out the "Dance, Bitches!" CD's. Because I suck. There is just no excuse other than I haven't set aside the time to do it. But I will! I have a spreadsheet of everyone's name and address that requested one! So someday you all will find a surprise in your mailbox, long after you have forgotten that you requested the CD's. I'm sorry. I am! Honest to God. We have reservations at the Tamarack Resort (thanks again for the recommendation, Athena!) in Carlsbad, CA to spend Thanksgiving with the kids. I am undecided if I want to somehow manage to get Maine lobsters over there (since we won't be home for Christmas and therefore won't be doing the traditional lobster-fest), cook a turkey, or say "Screw it" and find a restaurant that serves Thanksgiving dinner. That last option is getting more and more appealing the more I think about it. I have been having several warm-fuzzy fits a day, because I am so very, very much in love with Calvin. (Readers: "Eeeewww." Laura: "Hush, you.) I have decided to cancel my gym membership, because if I can't get my ass motivated to use the equipment I've got right down the hallway from my bedroom, I have no business paying for a gym membership that I never use, a mile down the road. So I called them, and asked to cancel. They said that I have to come in, in person, in order to cancel a membership. Which immediately brought to mind that Friends episode where Chandler wants to cancel his gym membership, Ross goes with him to back him up, and they both walk away with memberships. They want me there in person so that they can not only convince me to keep the membership, but also sell me on products and tanning sessions and, "Gee, you still look fat, are you really sure you want to be cancelling your membership??" Well, feh, I say. Bring it on. They know not with whom they deal. Speaking of quitting something, I've decided to wean myself off of the medication I've been taking for GAD and depression (how weird, one year EXACTLY since that entry). I think I'm ready to do so, though I know better than to quit cold turkey. That way lies the craziness. I have an appointment later this month to see my psychiatric nurse to down-shift the dosages, and hopefully within a few months I'll be able to stop altogether. Besides feeling pretty mentally stable, I am sick and tired of sweating and twitching at night. Calvin will want to get separate beds soon, if I don't do something. I worked the front-end shift at work this week - Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday 6 a.m. to 6 p.m. Which means that I have Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday off, plus the weekend and my usual Monday telecommute. I have (and had) all these plans for what to do with my time, but Wednesday's activities were shot right out of the water. I woke up with an awful headache on Wednesday morning, when the alarm went off for Calvin. So I took some drugs and went back to bed. I woke up again at about 11:00, still with the headache, and managed to stay up until about 2:00 before going back to bed. This time, I took one of the Happy Sleepy Pills I got when I had surgery, and slept until after 6:00. Then I got up, sort-of helped Calvin make dinner, looked at the pictures with Marie, watched some T.V., and went back to bed shortly after 9:00. Still with the headache. When the alarm went off this morning, I still had the headache. But I said, "Fuck this," took some more drugs, and got up. After three cups of coffee and a load of laundry, I was feeling better. The headache is still threatening to come back full-force, but I refuse to let it defeat me. Which brings us to today. By 9:30 I had all the laundry done, with the last load in the dryer. The house has been "straightened", so now it's down to the actual cleaning. As soon as I post this entry. And read a little. And maybe take a nap. And have some lunch. Talk to you again soon! Comments on this entry? Head on over to The Blog!
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