Archive for November, 2004

Nov 01 2004

I exhale smoke and say “Fuck it.”

Well, I don’t really know what to say about the topic behind the Big Locked Entry at this point – I guess I can say that I am very calm and my father is not, or that my dad threatened to take someone out to the woods on Thanksgiving Day and strangle the self-righteousness out of him, which totally made me laugh hysterically and then feel kind of crappy for laughing about it, but I’m still waiting for the fallout to arrive, if it ever does.  And in my family you can never tell, because we are German and we are Lutheran and we repress a lot of things.  I know this doesn’t make sense to most of you because you didn’t get to read the back story, but I guess we can leave it by sighing “The Show Must Go On”, or if you want to fit in with me and my dad you exhale your smoke (me) or spit your tobacco juice (him) and say “Fuck it”.  Which is what we’ve done, and hopefully everyone else will follow our example and not make a BFD over it, because if there’s one thing I don’t feel like doing it’s playing negotiator about something that ceased to piss me off approximately five minutes after I wrote the locked entry.

This weekend was spent puttering.  I puttered around with getting the second dresser and nightstand up into the bedroom and now The Man has a place to put his jeans and sweaters and the floor is much clearer than it used to be.  I also did some laundry.  Last night we went over to Michael’s because he lives right in the middle of a city and we live smack dab in the middle of BFE, so if we wanted to see anything Halloween-like we had to leave the country to do it.  So, we sat on his porch and drank and passed out candy and then later played Uno and Cranium.

Surprisingly, there were not as many trick-or-treaters as anticipated, so we started giving out handfuls of candy.  Although, the one big group of 15 put a nice dent in the supply, because both Michael and I grabbed a bowl of candy in a divide and conquer effort, but the kids sized us up and they hit both of us – after I’d put candy into a bag, the kid would sidle over to Michael and get candy from him too.  Hooligans.

Consequently I am freaking TIRED today because I didn’t get my requisite 15 hours of sleep last night.  I’m going to have to fight with myself to not take a nap when I get home, and I’m trying to decide if buying The Sims 2 will help in that effort or hinder it.  I think I will probably end up buying just because I’m out of books to read and if I watch TV I’ll lapse into a coma, so I guess computer games are all I have left.  And it’s always easy to talk The Man into stopping at Media Play after work.

My bridal shower is this weekend.  I don’t know what to say about that.  I’ve attended so many showers in the past that it’s going to be really weird being the “guest of honor” or whatever.  I don’t know how to be the bride.  It seems to involve a lot of smiling.  I guess I’d better start building up my endurance now.  Smiling is hard work.  I asked The Man if he wanted to come to the shower too (as some guys do now) and he gave me the “Bitch, you crazy?” look, so I knew the answer was no.

Speaking of the shower brings up the question of registries.  Now that we’re getting so close to the actual date I’ve started freaking out and thinking that the registries I built online are not accessible in the actual stores – that you can ONLY see them online.  Whether or not this is true I have no idea – the web sites themselves don’t address it.  I guess I could go into the stores and check, but that takes more ambition than I have.  Instead I will exhale my smoke and say “Fuck it.”  It’s my new catchphrase.

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