I have only one biological sibling (unlike my kids, who seem to discover more of them every day!), and growing up we had a rather tempestuous relationship, lots of sibling rivalry — which is partly why I spaced my girls 4 years apart (not that it helped all that much)! It’s been a few years since my “little” sister Judy & I have spent any time together, or even really talked…we live 100 miles apart, both have busy lives, and don’t have a huge amount of things in common (other than being mothers of all girls & each having a man named Geoff/Jeff!). But I still remember being very protective of her when we were little.
And now for something completely TMI…
I used to have this thing called Scrobbler. It was really nifty, but I forgot about it after a while. Luckily, Kylanath posted about a site called Last.fm so I went there to check it out. To my surprise, I already had a user account there! Yeah, it’s basically a re-do of Scrobbler. So I downloaded the new thingie to update Tinhead (my computer), and now everyone who’s interested (which, realistically, means almost nobody) can go see what I’ve been listening to on Tinhead.
And now for something completely TMI…
Yesterday, I got to hang out all day & evening with the Lyse beast! That was the good part of my Saturday. Pretty much the only good part. *sigh* While (possibly stupidly) bending & twisting simultaneously to haul groceries out of my car, something happened to my back. Something Bad.
I hobbled into my house, took some Aleve, got as comfortable as possible on my loveseat, and prayed for it to get better. It didn’t.
A few hours later, Jenn gave me a dose of a very good (legal) drug, and I spent the next eight hours crocheting while watching a bad submarine horror flick, some hilarious comedy, and the secret crack of cable TV, with occasional breaks to refill my iced tea glass and duck outside for a smokie treat. I got a lot of crocheting done!
Today, feeling somewhat better and fortified with Aleve, I’m going to veg out…and possibly take over the world.
It’s Friday. Uh… woo hoo?
The only reason I look forward to weekends these days is that Geoffrey will be home all evening. Well, I also appreciate the lack of crappy weekday TV (soaps & talk shows? yuck).
I’ve been musing on a few thoughts of late, none of which have coalesced to suitable blog-worthiness. Hmm, I’ll have to scrape the bottom of the barrel to find something to blog about tonight…
And now for something completely TMI…
Jenn brought me a nifty pressie the other day — a backward clock! (She got it from Pop Tarts; I’d been saving UPCs to order one.) I’ve wanted one since I first heard about them years ago — I really love unusual timepieces.
Luckily, I don’t have any trouble reading the time correctly, but last night as we were snuggling into bed, Geoffrey declared it “evil.” I defended the clock, saying it was really cool and interesting, and teased him that he just didn’t like it because he can’t read the time on it. He replied, “It’s evil! It goes widdershins! It’s the Evil Analog Clock of Unmaking Time!”
Then I suggested he get a sundial and set it up with North pointing South, so that when people complained that it was backwards, he could tell them it’s an Australian sundial. He grabbed his pillow and smacked me with it several times, forcing me to tickle him until we were both laughing too hard to move.
He declared me “sick in the head” and “not okay.” (He sure knows how to sweet-talk a lady. *grin*)
I kinda feel sorry for people who don’t do anything in bed but sleep & have sex.
Remember how I said yesterday that Anxiety is very much Geoffrey’s daughter in some ways? Yeah…
I was scrolling through the list of free movies available on demand from my digital cable TV provider, and Anxiety was looking them over as well. Out of the blue, she announced, “We can’t watch Slaughterhouse Five.”
I should have known better, but I asked, “Why not?”
“Because,” she replied with an evil grin, “we haven’t seen Slaughterhouse One, Two, Three, and Four.”
I would have expected that from Geoffrey, but my own offspring? Aarrgghh!
Watched Ultraviolet tonight, because there is no such thing as too much weapons-wielding Milla Jovovich! One scene in particular caught my eye during the movie, since I visited Molly & Fred on Sunday — a sword fight in the dark, lit only by the fire on the blades of the swords. I remarked to Geoffrey that Fred has got to see that scene, and Geoffrey replied that Fred would probably cream his pants over that scene. I almost did, so maybe… *grin*
All day Sunday & Monday, Zadya and Hasani have been extremely needy, demandingly affectionate, and just generally acting very weird. The kitten, with her brain the size of a filbert, is as ordinarily (and cutely) stupid as ever. But the adult cats almost never behave like this, unless I’ve had guests over that they’re unfamiliar with, and that hasn’t happened recently. I’m seriously wondering if we’re going to have another earthquake, or some other natural disaster. Or maybe just the barometer’s changing, I dunno.
My offspring continue to amuse me. Whenever I read my eldest’s LiveJournal (which is often), I’m frequently enchanted by her vicious wit and cheerful cynicism, and very grateful that I know her well enough to predict her some of the time, and that she seems to actually like me as more than just her mom. That’s something I’ve always hoped for, but never wanted to assume would happen, with my girls as they grew up. (Now, if Angst would just stick with a design for her 18th birthday tattoo for more than 2 weeks…*sigh*)
And now for something completely TMI…
Just when I thought I was getting to the age that new things wouldn’t happen to me all that often in life, I got my very first parking ticket ever.
The City of Portland must have some seriously fast meter maids, as I was ticketed less than 20 minutes after my meter expired. So I’ll be sending them the $24 fine in a few weeks (they give you 30 days, then it doubles). I’m tempted to ignore the ticket, as I’ve heard is regularly done in places like New York City, but I’ll pay it. Grudgingly. And only because I know that City Hall will go to great lengths to fuck you up.
The really stupid thing is how difficult it is to find a parking space downtown that lets you park longer than an hour. Grrr.
