One of my favorite shows from the ’80′s is being remade!!! *happy dance*
And some actors I really like are in it! *squee!*
Ever since BSG ended, my television viewing has largely consisted of NCIS and House marathons on USA Network (while crocheting or cross-stitching, because I cannot just sit and watch TV), interspersed with the occasional show on NatGeo or one of the Discovery channels involving natural disasters (“Is there anything better than a natural disaster?”), death and other taboos, or really cool science shows. Let’s face it, TV mostly sucks. Thank the gods for Netflix!
Here’s hoping ABC doesn’t screw it up. I can’t remember the last time I watched a “regular” network channel other than CBS.
My debit card is about to expire, and WaMuChase has not mailed me a new one. I called them up, and was basically told that I’m wrong and my card is not expiring (gee, I think I can read a friggen expiration date!!!), that their records show a different expiration date (orly?!), and I will have to go into a branch to get any kind of customer service whatsoever. Well, THAT’S going to be fun, I’m sure.
Fine. I guess the rumors are true that Chase has utterly horrendous customer service, and so I will be closing my WaMu account. After FIFTEEN years of having the same account. If loyalty means nothing to them, no problem. I will go talk to a credit union, and I’m sure they will be pleased to have my business!
Geoffrey found out more today about being in the Navy’s Delayed Entry Program, and we discovered his basic training starts on April 10th (not in June) of next year. Because I’ve been married before, we have to get a certified copy of the divorce decree (first husband) and death certificate (second husband) so the military can have proof that I’m not a bigamist. (They don’t need to know about my other boyfriend. *grin*)
Poor Geoffrey, he’s not even allowed to talk to females during the 8-week boot camp, unless they’re instructors who have spoken to him in the course of training. That will be rough for him, considering that he’s never been all that impressed by the company of his own gender. Between now & then, he’ll be attending weekly training & PT sessions. They already gave him his first official Navy shirt — it says “United States Navy Health Care Team.” Oh crap, we’re both officially in the health care business now. (All we need is to get Lyse a job with the VA Hospital, and we’ll have a trifecta!)
Totally unrelated, I looked my name up on Google (for the first time ever…scary!), and found something I had completely forgotten about from 15 years ago: I got published in the Dear Abby column. I wasn’t asking for advice, mind you, I was giving it. (I’m sure that will shock and amaze those who know me.) If I’d looked a bit harder, I’m sure I could have found the Letters to the Editor that I wrote to various newspapers that also were published in the early 90′s. Not like I was opinionated or anything. *smirk*
I’m continuing to be woefully unprepared for the wedding; reserving the park and making/mailing the invitations are the only things we’ve accomplished thus far. We don’t have a ceremony hammered out. We haven’t ordered the cake, or figured out what other refreshments we’ll have. I don’t even know for certain what I’m wearing yet — or if I’m going to buy it or make it. Good thing I have several days of vacation immediately prior, so I can frantically catch up on everything and turn into a total stress puppy. Hey, I do work well under pressure.
Hell, the only thing keeping me from completely freaking the high holy fuck out is the thought that on June 22nd, I can collapse in whimpers. Also visualizing a certain book cover helps.
My beloved Geoffrey has gone and done it but good this time. He’s officially signed up to become a member of the US Navy Reserve. Based on his college transcripts and the fact that his ASVAB score was for the highest score that the recruiter had ever personally seen, he’s going in at the rank of E-3.
He ships out for basic training on June 1, 2010. When he’s done with that, they’ll be sending him to “A” school. When he’s done with that, they’ll be sending him to “C” school. All total, he’ll be in 40 weeks of training (as I understand it, for most of that he’ll be in San Diego). All that training will turn him into a corpsman, which I guess is sort of like a physician’s assistant or uber-EMT (embedded with a Marine platoon, so effectively he’ll be a combat medic).
Looking forward, I can see the advantages — when we need a critter doctored, well, that training should stand him in good stead. *grin*
I was a Navy brat. Now I get to be a Navy wife. At least he gets to keep his long hair until he ships out for basic…and he’s already promised me that I will do the cutting (not something I look forward to, but I’ll be damned if I let some stranger do it, and the hair get tossed into a trashcan!).
It’s been a month since I’ve blogged?! Oh crap. Hey, I’ve been busy.
For about 3 months prior to my grandmother’s 80th birthday (the first weekend of May), I’ve been cross-stitching a gift for her. And not cross-stitching from a pattern, mind you, but an original design I put together myself. (NEVER do that! The math alone — and I say this as a person who likes math — was aggravating to the nth degree. Ohmigawd, what a huge pain.) I finished it a whopping 15 hours before the start of her birthday party, only to discover that the frame I’d purchased for it was broken upon removing it from the packaging. Since it was 11-freaking-pm, I had no choice but to dash back to the store as soon as it opened the morning of the party and exchange the frame. Then I remembered why I hadn’t done cross-stitch in years (about 10 years, actually…) — framing that stuff is a stone bitch. (This was, most unfortunately, before I discovered a nifty product called “peel & stick mounting board,” which I will use for my next needlepoint project.)
Anyway, here’s the finished product, which is approximately 11″x13″ (forgive the lousy pic, it was taken in a hurry under less-than-ideal conditions):
All I can say is 18-count Aida fabric can BITE ME. That’s 18 itty-bitty cross-stitches per inch of fabric! Only certifiably crazy people use anything smaller than 14-count. (Thank the gods I didn’t try 22-count. I tremble in fear just thinking about it.)
In other craft-related news, there are 6 (SIX, gah!) projects that I have partly finished, and 2 more in the works that I really need to get started on as soon as possible (which means “after the wedding”). The partly-finished include an afghan for Anxiety, an open-work tunic-style sweater for Angst, a cap-sleeved summer pullover for myself, an artsy wall decoration that I keep forgetting to finish up, and some other stuff I’m keeping under wraps for the time being.
