Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Random Thoughts and Updates
My sister-in-law, BJ, is pregant (when Matthew's brother-in-law found out he said "Way to hit one between the goal posts!") and the baby is due at the end of November. Just after Rage's second birthday she went to the doctor so they could see how little Thing was doing, also to see if the baby's sex could be determined. I've got a bad feeling about this kid 'cause that time, and today when she went back, Thing wouldn't accomodate by opening his/her fetal little legs. Now, either the kid is a bit of prude; a nice little girl who knows how to sit politely, or else Thing is just ornery.
There's been some talk of names for Thing, with a definite leaning towards names that are also virtues, like Grace, for example. This line of thought led to Matthew saying he wished he had the brass ones to name the kid Sarcasm. I wish my parents had had the brass ones for that too, except it's probably just as well since we wouldn't have been able to afford to give lunch money to everyone on my school bus.
Val and I were chatting online today about the freelance writing job he's applying for when he interrupted himself (he has ADD) to give me some news. One of his housemates lost a friend of the family recently. "Oh," I wrote."I'm really sorry." "...so we have all this neat new stuff," he finished. They are now using Mrs. DOA's toilet paper, toothpaste, and Vim. Whenever they use it they take a moment to give thanks for her honorable sacrifice for their toiletries. I told him I hoped she hadn't died of gingivitis or hemorrhoids. Maybe hell has a VIP room for people like us, where they serve Champagne...
This weekend sees me jetting off to a wedding in beautiful, exotic Nova Scotia. A friend of mine from high school is getting married, and her sweetie is from there originally. This had the potential to turn into quite the expensive affair, especially since G is all nesty and in love and completely forgot we were going to have a girly trip to coincide with this wedding. Because G has and actual date for this, I am now going stag. If you'll recal, I'm sort of a widow in the summer 'cause the boy likes to go look at shiny fast cars as far away from me as is humanly possible, this weekend, in California.
So, no boy, no G, I'm solo. I informed the bride that as much as I love her, spending money on a plane ticket, hotel, rental care, and wedding gift was wayyyyy beyond my means. The solution she provided to this scenario involves Aunt Becky. The groom's family, who lives in that neck of the woods, have opened their homes to us poor pilgrims. The fact that I'm the only one taking anyone up on this offer is making me feel not so much smart and frugal as sad and pathetic. These feelings are not being alleviated by the fact that the bride spent a good part of yesterday emailing back and forth with me about getting me a ride from the airport to the small town where the wedding's going down. What if no one comes for me and I just end up sitting all alone in a municipal airport in New Brunswick for two days? What will Aunt Becky think?
I'm sure it'll be fun. There are going to be lots of people from highschool there, including the glorious and incomparable JC, who is about the neatest person you could ever hope to meet. Have I talked about her before? I meant to. She's the only hero I have who doesn't have "the vampire slayer" after her name, she's also the only hero I have who I've met in person.
Since I fly out Friday, this is probably my last post for this week, but hey, two days in a row!
My sister-in-law, BJ, is pregant (when Matthew's brother-in-law found out he said "Way to hit one between the goal posts!") and the baby is due at the end of November. Just after Rage's second birthday she went to the doctor so they could see how little Thing was doing, also to see if the baby's sex could be determined. I've got a bad feeling about this kid 'cause that time, and today when she went back, Thing wouldn't accomodate by opening his/her fetal little legs. Now, either the kid is a bit of prude; a nice little girl who knows how to sit politely, or else Thing is just ornery.
There's been some talk of names for Thing, with a definite leaning towards names that are also virtues, like Grace, for example. This line of thought led to Matthew saying he wished he had the brass ones to name the kid Sarcasm. I wish my parents had had the brass ones for that too, except it's probably just as well since we wouldn't have been able to afford to give lunch money to everyone on my school bus.
Val and I were chatting online today about the freelance writing job he's applying for when he interrupted himself (he has ADD) to give me some news. One of his housemates lost a friend of the family recently. "Oh," I wrote."I'm really sorry." "...so we have all this neat new stuff," he finished. They are now using Mrs. DOA's toilet paper, toothpaste, and Vim. Whenever they use it they take a moment to give thanks for her honorable sacrifice for their toiletries. I told him I hoped she hadn't died of gingivitis or hemorrhoids. Maybe hell has a VIP room for people like us, where they serve Champagne...
This weekend sees me jetting off to a wedding in beautiful, exotic Nova Scotia. A friend of mine from high school is getting married, and her sweetie is from there originally. This had the potential to turn into quite the expensive affair, especially since G is all nesty and in love and completely forgot we were going to have a girly trip to coincide with this wedding. Because G has and actual date for this, I am now going stag. If you'll recal, I'm sort of a widow in the summer 'cause the boy likes to go look at shiny fast cars as far away from me as is humanly possible, this weekend, in California.
So, no boy, no G, I'm solo. I informed the bride that as much as I love her, spending money on a plane ticket, hotel, rental care, and wedding gift was wayyyyy beyond my means. The solution she provided to this scenario involves Aunt Becky. The groom's family, who lives in that neck of the woods, have opened their homes to us poor pilgrims. The fact that I'm the only one taking anyone up on this offer is making me feel not so much smart and frugal as sad and pathetic. These feelings are not being alleviated by the fact that the bride spent a good part of yesterday emailing back and forth with me about getting me a ride from the airport to the small town where the wedding's going down. What if no one comes for me and I just end up sitting all alone in a municipal airport in New Brunswick for two days? What will Aunt Becky think?
I'm sure it'll be fun. There are going to be lots of people from highschool there, including the glorious and incomparable JC, who is about the neatest person you could ever hope to meet. Have I talked about her before? I meant to. She's the only hero I have who doesn't have "the vampire slayer" after her name, she's also the only hero I have who I've met in person.
Since I fly out Friday, this is probably my last post for this week, but hey, two days in a row!
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