Zzzzzomg!

Friday, May 09, 2008

So, here I was writing about Carlita and how her nap time has evolved over the (soon multiple) year, when Jelly Man calls me and totally throws me for a loop.

First, it’s unusual for him to call me. We text most of the time when we are apart, mostly nonsense at that. But he called.

And then he told me he just got us a new car.

And then I had to pick up my jaw from my lap, and gingerly put it back in its proper place, so I could ask him;

Bla bla blaeurgh, eurgh herh, erm, sorry come again?

This is what I get for cohabitating and procreating with an Aquarius.

Now, don’t get me wrong. We have had our current car since 2001. Jelly Man actually bought it a few months before we got together, and it has served us pretty well, if you just choose to ignore the couple of times the exhaust pipe fell off mid-drive (yes, it happened at least twice, that I can remember), and considering it is a Lada I’m glad it has lasted us this long - lets not kid ourselves, a new car has been on the to-do list for quite some time now. And because it is Jelly Man who drives the car, it is only fair he gets to pick a suitable one.

I just wish I’d get some time to prepare, and maybe, just maybe the illusion of having some say in what kind of car we’ll be seen in in the next couple of years.

Apparently it’s some cheap Japanese thang that he is buying off a work buddy. White, no less. Gawd, I can’t believe we are going to be driving around in a white car, white! Our so far failed attempts at keeping a clean car will henceforth be visible failed attempts, as the green Lada blends in with our surroundings like nobody’s business, and white most definitely doesn’t.

It should be noted that the Lada nearly failed our last annual car inspection, and that any car is better than no car, white or not. And I’d be lying if I wasn’t excited at a new car, even if it isn’t NEW, new. But I am also slightly nerved out. What if I hate it? Also, how much you want to bet that Jelly Man is going to get pulled over twice as much with this flashy white machine?*

*Apparently, a green hunchback** Lada is the least offensive vehicle you could possibly find, and cops wouldn’t want to poke it with a stick, much less talk to the person driving it. I’m not even shitting you.

** LOL, hunchback! Suits the Lada so perfectly..

I am still half in shock. If a white Japanese car materializes on Monday/Tuesday next week, I’ll be sure to post pictures! Until then I think I’m going to stay in denial!

Spending my time

Friday, April 11, 2008

My mum has had vacation this whole week, waiting for some money to arrive so she can come up and be our babysitter for another wild night of Dinner and a Movie.

Like, wow!

OK, OK, so I’ll drop the sarcasm, because the prospect of Dinner and a Movie sounds fan-fucking-tastic now that I really think about it. It’s just not the thing that would have gotten me all riled up a couple of years ago, and I’m still getting used to Dinner and a Movie being TEH SHIZ!

Jelly Man even said I could order, like, DRINKS.. You know, the ALCOHOL kind! And I’m all like, whatthefuckinghell have I done to deserve DRINKS, with ALCOHOL!?!? And he’s all like, I wanna take advantage of you, and I’m all like COOL! Lets go for it! (I want something with an umbrella in it, and lots of fruit, just in case you were curious.)

So, now we’re hoping my mum will make it up this weekend, because I don’t know if I can wait another week to have DRINKS with ALCOHOL.

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Going to bed without emptying your bladder first, knowing very well that you really ought to, but being too tired to actually go do it makes for some really interesting dreams. I’ve already forgotten them, but I assure you they were a hoot. So much so that I woke up sideways in bed, with the baby smooshed up against the headboard. Poor thing.

Waking up these days is also a hoot - at least if the baby/toddler (I like to pretend, for as long as she isn’t TALKING, that she is still my baby) is wearing footie PJs. Carlita can now fully remove her footie PJs, AND her diaper, so while I scramble around for my old clothes in the morning, or some clean clothing if I feel all fancy-like, she is stripping it down to her birthday suit. We have yet to have a #2 accident, but I’m getting pretty used to finding the puddles and getting them wiped up (quickly, before I forget about it and step in it again, I might add. I often learn the hard way, I would also like to add.)

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Also, one of my bestest friends called me yesterday (because it’s for FREE, or she wouldn’t call - but that’s OK cause I haven’t called her EVAH because I can’t call for free, heh!) and shared the exciting news that is the Harry Potter book series. I am really proud of her in a way that feels really wrong, because how often do you go around feeling proud of your friends as if they were your own children, over something like books?

When she told me she cried at the end of the last book she finished I nearly cried too! There are very few books that don’t make me cry when I finish them, honestly. I remember the first time I had to explain to my mum that I was crying because the book I’d just finished was good/sad/amazing, and not to worry! *sniffle* *blow* *wipe* And then subsequent boyfriends, as they tend to really freak out over the crying thing. If possible I feel even more close to her now that she knows what it’s like to cry over a book.

Also, because she now reads (omfg! SQUEE!) I’m making all sorts of lists in my head of books I think she’d enjoy, books that I wish I could read for the first time again. On our most recent trip to Stockholm I accidentally bought two copies of The Wintersmith by Terry Pratchett, and have been wondering what to do with it ever since. That is, until yesterday.

Aaawww...!

Next time I’ll bring my camera

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

My mum was here for a, relatively quick, five day visit. Relative because five days of 3 PMSing adults spending a lot of time together can feel like four days too many. I don’t know why, but we were all on edge, and since she’ll be back in a couple of days I’m hoping next time will be much better.

Because mum = babysitter we ended up doing something that I’m aware is just slightly odd, but we were a little desperate, and it was my first time and everything so we said “fuck it” and went for it. We checked into a hotel for a night, just so we could lie in the dark in each our own twin bed, huddled under the covers and talk about global warming all night long, with no interruptions.

Just kidding.

Except for the Hotel part. As I’ve said, that was my first time. It was remarkably similar to a cruise cabin, only bigger, and with a marginally better view, as we discovered in the morning when we pulled the curtains away to find we were right on top of a roof to a lower level section of the hotel, and that you could hardly see the muddy canal from our window, boo! But I did get to enjoy some Animal Planet, and if I ever got a laptop I could bring it, because they’ve got free internet broadband, woo!

And to think that the first time I ever sleep over in a hotel it’s just 20 minutes from home.

Random cuteness..

She posts - sure sign of Armageddon!

Friday, March 28, 2008

I can’t believe it’s Friday already. After Carlita’s morning appointment Wednesday, Jelly Man called in and took the rest of the day off as well, so between that and Monday being a holiday, this hasn’t been much of a week at all. I like it. I could get used to it.

It snowed all through yesterday, fluffy, powdery snow, and now it’s all melting away in the gorgeous sunshine. I wish the weather would make up its mind. I want spring! But if I can’t have spring I at least want a little snow, because the grey, the mud and the dead sticks just gets to me in a way that is not good. It’s damn near offensive.

So, here I am. Carlita is napping and I’m trying to work, except I’m not, because I’m busy not-so-secretly waiting for Jelly Man to get back from work so we can get our collective asses to the big-ass-mofo grocery store, just so we can elbow our way through the weekend shopping traffic, so we can get it over and done with, SO WE CAN RELAX FOR THE REST OF THE WEEKEND!

Or, that is our plan.

We might be suffering from delusions of grandeur, but at least we’re not running around claiming to be Jesus, in plural nonetheless.

Anyway, life is trudging on, and not much is happening - unless you want to count my BPAL orders arriving as wonderful and thought provoking news, which I happen to do, because then you’re in luck. I’m now loving an oil called “Glowing Vulva at Ryogoku Bridge”, and if that isn’t exciting I don’t know what is! I’m really trying to tone down my perfume buying, because seriously, how many bottles does one need - honestly? But it’s hard. Very, very hard.

The whole perfume thing has gotten so out of hand that I’ve been decanting perfume oil into little 1ml vials to sell, and even give away to people I’ve been meaning to send care packages to for eons now. Somehow, this huge stash that I’ve accumulated is taking over and I’m no longer sure who owns who, or what. And since I accidentally ordered two bottles of the same perfume in my two most recent orders, I think it’s time to take a step back, hold on to my monies and really ponder if this hoarding and searching for the perfect blend is nothing more than a waste of time, AND MONEY, better used elsewhere.

While my brain is furious at my frivolous spending, my heart loves, loves, LOVES the perfumes, so taking that step back, as mentioned above, is VERY HARD INDEED.

You should help me make it easier by checking out my sales post! (Have a look, even if you don’t know what BPAL is!) BUY IT ALL AND BREAK MY CHAINS!

Just be careful. It’s addictive.