goblinbox

In which I review my weekend.

Mostly it was rainy and chilly, and it’s getting dark way too damned early, and for some reason this year I’m just NOT READY FOR SUMMER TO BE OVER YET.

Caturday:

I slept in. I did laundry.

I got my nails done. Finally. It had been five weeks and I really needed a fill. Aren’t they cute, with the little airbrushed designs on them?

I have no idea why my otherwise fairly earthy thing needs to be destroyed with long fake plastic nails, but I love my long fake plastic nails OMG so so so much. They totally don’t go with my look – if I can go so far as to imply that I do in fact possess something as unified as ‘a look’ – but I get such a lot of silly happiness out of them that I keep getting them done.

I mean, hello? They’re pink! AND AIRBRUSHED!

I sang in the Tricities with the boys Saturday night and made a hundred bucks.

Sunday:

Another chilly morning and overcast day, damn it. Sometimes, you just gotta make a big ol’ pot of awesome Indian food to warm up the kitchen and make the house smell FANTASTIC:

Sambar, delicious sambar!

Enough said.

I will be watching movies in my room Sunday evening if you need me.

In which this is a very special OMG SO MUCH FAMILY edition.

Friday after work I jogged home and took a 3-minute shower. The boys picked me up in the band van at 6:30 and we drove to an RV park in Wallula to play the opening night of a biker rally.

When we arrived, there was no one there but the band, the sound guy, and the dozen employees of the rally.

We set up. Darkness fell. The only lights on the whole property were the two on the bandstand. A biker chick took her top off on stage, and a biker dude ran around with a giant latex cock hanging out of his fly. By the end of our last set, there were probably 80 people there.

I heard there were about 800 people the next night. Sigh.

Saturday, MY WHOLE ENTIRE FREAKING FAMILY SHOWED UP IN TOWN OMGWTFBBQ. Moms, dads, aunts, uncles, cousins, second cousins, oh my! After dinner with the maternal side, my brother and I went out with our uncle Dangerous Dan (our dad’s brother) and painted the town about fifty shades of red. There are no pictures yet because my cell phone was dead and the other pictures are on digital cameras at home.

Sunday I was pretty useless and laid around nursing a hangover when I wasn’t chatting with my mom or my aunt at the house.

Today I’m sitting at work talking on the phone and doing my job, but am mostly waiting for PAY DAY. Gonna buy a plane ticket to NEW YORK CITY tomorrow, oh yes I am.

New York! I’m comin’ to visit you!

In which it’s another entry full of random crap!

Friday means free lunch and two hours out of the queue for the weekly company meeting. It means an hour-long afternoon nap at Teh BF’s during our lunch breaks after the meeting.

It also means I get to sleep in tomorrow!

And after I do, I’ll be sewing. All day long. Swear to God. I am. Totally. Sewing. I got plans for some fabric!

Speaking of clothing, here’s my new Etsy dress:

I can’t decide if it’s awesome or hideous. Either way I’m gonna wear the hell out of it.

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The Curse™ arrived today.

It sucks to be me.

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This town has a really high percentage of geriatric citizens and I think it’s affecting me. I spend too much time idly wondering when and how I’m going to die. This can’t be normal.

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Finished the Friday meeting, clocked out, and went to Teh BF’s where we both promptly crawled into his bed and passed out for 45 minutes. I love Friday naps!

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Now I’m back at work, and naturally my first post-nap call is a crazy bitch that Qwest dropped on me who reads me all kinds of non-relevant shit off her screen, has fucking Vista on her computer, and won’t stop talking long enough for me to tell her what to do.

When I told her to reboot her computer, she didn’t, and then lied to me that she had. She also had an IP hard coded, and lied to me about that as well.

…of course, I’m such a brilliant social engineer that I have not only gotten her DSL modem reconfigured, connected, and authenticated in spite of herself, I’ve also got her apologizing to me for being such a non-listenin’ idiot.

Lesson: when you call tech support, shut up and listen. If they want to know something, they’ll ASK YOU.

Did I mention The Curse™ arrived today?

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My second call is a drunk-sounding old lady (I say “drunk-sounding” because who knows, maybe she had a stroke or something) who doesn’t have menus visible in her mail client and will not let me tell her how to restore them. This means that we cannot get into her account settings to see if they’re fucked up.

So I’m telling her it’s broken and sending her to a shop. Because seriously, how the hell am I supposed to fix something when my customer can’t get into the damn application’s settings?

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Mmm. York peppermint patties.

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I still have three and a half hours left of my workweek. It sounds like an eternity.

In which I decide to honor my extroverted side’s need to be totally fucking antisocial.

Last week I had pretty rotten PMS. Emotionally I wasn’t all that much bitchier than usual, but I was as waterlogged as a long-dead corpse in a stagnant Midwestern pond and I decided to spend my weekend at home alone, where I couldn’t piss anyone off with my rotten, cranky attitude.

The Curse started Saturday morning and accordingly I spent all day in bed, except for a trip around the block with the dog and a brief dinner trip to Rosita’s for delicious chiles rellenos. I spent all day in bed Sunday, too, and never left the house once. Both days Teh BF dropped over briefly, but not long enough to piss me off.

I played with the Eee PC. A lot. I played with my new 20X External DVD Rewritable Drive w/Lightscribe, too, and my cell phone and my iThing. I watched Wall-E, the fourth Indiana Jones movie, the third Mummy movie, half of the X-Files movie, half of the Holy Grail, and about four episodes of Torchwood. I surfed for ebooks, yarn, and porn. I napped. I drank a latte. I finished Parable of the Sower and started Escapement.

It was lazy and decadent and, overall, just plain awesome.

I felt mildly sad leaving the house this morning, because it meant my weekend of self-imposed aloneness (which wasn’t all that alone, because G’ma was home and has no problems whatsoever just talking up the stairs at me) was over. But it was 11 degrees out even with the sun shining, and my sweet BF got up early on his day off just to drive me and the blue dog to work (I could have used the walk after all that lying around, but the dog probably would have gotten frostbite with her tiny little not-very-heeler feet) so that made me feel all special and loved and nice.

I’d be lying if I didn’t mention that perhaps a smidge of the sadness was actually at doing the right thing and leaving the beloved tiny notebook at home; I don’t really need to have it at work with me, but when I do I just can’t keep my hands off of it because it’s so hella adorable! and I don’t want to lose everyone’s permission to bring in their laptops occasionally by over-using the privilege.

Oh, yeah: in my defense, while I didn’t do laundry or get properly dressed or even bathe all weekend, I did clean the sink and toilet in the front bathroom. Poorly. But still! It’s something!

In which I’ve had a mellow, gig-free weekend.

Friday was review day at work. Teh BF and I totally own that bitch and we both had great reviews. W00t! (Although I was a talkative dork in my review, and barely let management get a word in edgewise. I’ll have to continue to do really well at my actual job to make up for my lack of social skills. Jeez. You’d think by now I’d've learned to shut up already.) We went out after work and got drunk – on purpose – to celebrate. It was hella fun.

Kaje got scheduled to work both of my days off this weekend, so I’ve been home catching up on my life. Data organized, sleep caught up on, relationship with dog and G’ma rediscovered, laundry tackled: not being home for a few months really gets a girl behind on her chores. (I’d probably be home more if G’ma hadn’t made it clear that the boy ain’t sleepin’ over. I mean, she let me get away with it before. Oh, well.)

Saturday morning I went to the farmer’s market for a couple of hours. I bought bread, veggies, and some Mexican food I ate while listening to the string quartet that was the day’s entertainment. I bought lemonade. I walked home. It was pretty lovely, even though I was still drunk from the night before.

Saturday night KJ came over after work and we ate the rest of the lentil soup.

I’m almost caught up with my laundry. I have to say that I might not be all that enthralled with hand-dyed sundresses; I purchased two this summer and washing them kinda sucks. They bleed like stuck pigs, they streak no matter how carefully I wring them out, and they try to stain the sink. Bah.

My music library has been reconstructed and lives on my laptop, where it should live! Hurrah! I’m updating album art right now, and tonight I’ll sync my 5g iPod for the first time in over half a year. It’ll be awesome. This whole project has pretty much sucked arse.

Today, the weather is stunning. Warm, dry, and breezy, it’s perfect laundry-line weather… Speaking of which, I’d better go deal with my sundresses.

In which I enjoy a lovely, relaxing weekend at home.

Saturday I carried boxes down from the attic and Gramma and I spent the day redecorating for the holiday. All the framed photos from the corner cabinet were boxed up, all the Santas were unpacked, and things were dusted and arranged and displayed. We had fun.

Sunday I drove the car to the store; I get to drive the car this week since Gramma’s ankle is wrapped up and she can’t fit her foot into any of her shoes. When we got home, Gramma baked butterscotch oatmeal cookies.

Sunday night I cooked. I made Indian food: channa masala, cumin rice, and cucumber raita. Gramma had seconds. Then we had tea and cookies for dessert and discussed cake-baking.

I learned that when margarine first hit the market, the dairy farmers lobbied and made it illegal for margarine to be sold butter-colored. It used to come white with a small capsule of yellow food coloring it, and you’d pour the coloring in and mix it up yourself. If you got lazy, your margarine would end up with bright-yellow and white streaks in it. Weird little historical details such as these fascinate me.