| I've got brain block. The stress of the holidays (especially figuring out how we're going to *pay* for them - events have conspired to leave us with less to work with than we originally thought) has mushed my brain out. Michael was sweet, though. Upon understanding the money stress Calvin and I are undergoing, he volunteered his entire paycheck (not just the car payment he's responsible for), saying "I'm nearly 18, and I hardly do anything around here, so it's about time I started contributing to the household." We assured him not to worry about it, and just stick to paying for what is his responsibility. But it was nice of him, just the same. Sweet kid. I updated my links page. On Friday night Calvin and I went to Mill Avenue (the college district), because he saw while driving home from work that they were setting up a street festival. He and I were *just* in the mood to walk around, hand in hand, and gawk at artwork and crafty things and what have you. But when we got there all the booths were draped over, and we realized the festival must not start until Saturday. Stuck with what to do, we drove up to Scottsdale, just listening to the radio and chatting, drove through the Old Town district (of hugely priced artwork and chintzy AZ souvenirs) then drove back down to Tempe. Driving up one of the side streets near the college (ASU), we passed a flock of costumed pedestrians walking down the sidewalk. I looked at them, looked at Calvin, and asked "Am I mistaken, or did the cast of Oklahoma just go by?" "I dunno, but that girl sure had knocks," he replied. "What, the one with the pig-tails?" I asked. "She had hair?" he says. BWAAHAHAHAHAAA!! Oh, yeah, that's my kind of humor. Anyway, we were still puzzling what to do. My need to pee (heh) was so desperate finally, we stopped at a bar called "Tombstone". Neither one of us had been there before. After my urgent call of nature (again, heh) was satiated, we got comfy at the bar. I was in an experimentive mood. I ordered California rolls (I'd had them and I love them, but Calvin had never had them before) and a Corona. Calvin ordered a Sierra Nevada. We had a pair of Absolut shots, chilled, with lime. Then, bored with beer, I asked the bartender to recommend something. I like to do that. It's how I got introduced to a tasty little shot called "Cum in a Hot Tub". He offered me Vanilla Stoli's and Coke. Mmmm... tasted just like cream soda. Calvin ordered another Sierra Nevada. We sipped, we watched the basketball game, we chatted and listened to music. He ordered another Sierra Nevada, I ordered a Mandarin Absolut and tonic (another bartender suggestion). That tasted like Orange Crush soda. We hung out for a bit more, Calvin drove home (having infinite more tolerance for alcohol than I). I went to bed and fell asleep immediately. Calvin says I snored. He may or may not be lying. Saturday I did pretty much nothing. Calvin had to work. I hung out in the bedroom and read. My current book is "Land Girls" by Angela Huth. Excellent, excellent book. Rich characters, wonderful descriptiveness, compelling story line. I'm halfway through and I don't think my opinion is going to change, unless the author does something really stupid with the story. I doubt that's going to happen, though. Sunday was pretty much the same thing, except I did laundry and cooked a roast. Whee! Calvin re-painted the kitchen walls (the light chocolate milk color replaced with a brighter white), and painted the stair railings. And here it is Monday again. My head is feeling thick and dull, and I'm completely uninspired. Kinda got the blues. Looking forward to the Christmas Dinner with trepidation (and laziness, to be honest with you). Bleh. My sincere apologies if you've come to this entry expecting something more entertaining. My blahs will end soon, I'm sure, and I'll be back to my normal, perky self. One good thing, I got to have lunch with Calvin today. That always goes a long way toward cheering me up. I did want to say thank you very much for the overwhelming feedback and responses I've gotten for my mom's story in my last entry. It was a deeply personal thing to write about for me, and got me all emotional (which is one of the things that spurred the break Calvin and I took on Friday night). I'm glad it touched some of you in a positive way. |
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Your Mission, should you choose to accept it...
Everybody's got that box, tucked away in their closet, attic, or garage, that holds the personal effects of when they were a child. Dig it out. Go through your old school papers, notes passed to friends, pictures, report cards. Reminisce. I did, and I plan to share my discoveries in upcoming entries.
Results From Yesterday's Mission From the entry on November 30th... I'll have to remember to ask the kids if they tried it out. I'm pretty sure Calvin didn't. I wasn't quite bored enough this weekend to do so. Hello? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? I grabbed the design idea for the box thingy from Anna.
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