Yeah, Sorry…

I know I’ve been light on updates … it’s been a hectic last few weeks. I flew to Philadelphia for work, shopped at a killer records store, then came home to find out my grandpa is in the hospital with pneumonia, then they closed my office, so I had to move everything home (still have a job, just working from home), and then I went to visit grandpa, then back out of town this upcoming weekend for our anniversary … WHEW! I’m beat up, I tells ya!

Grandpa’s doing better … cantankerous, as always. Here was my favorite gem from Sunday:

Grandpa: My tongue really hurts.
Me: The skin or the muscle?
Grandpa: The skin.
Me: It might be from the scope. They might have been a little rough and scratched your tongue.
Grandpa: Yeah, maybe.
Me: Were you being mean to the nurses and doctors before they took you into surgery?
Grandpa: What? No. Well, I don’t know. I was just being natural, goddammit!

I was asked to do a list of the 100 best albums of all time. It might get published on a radio station website … I’ll link if it does.

Remember that print I really wanted from Joshua Hoffine that he never actually turned into a for-sale print? The boy and the bunny in gas masks? Well, he made it into a killer pendent. I bought one.

I also bought a bunch of Leonard Cohen books … Amazon’s killing me. I looked at my purchase history today, and nearly had a heart attack. I have a serious problem. This problem, coupled with the size of my house, is becoming a VERY serious problem. Hey, the first step is acknowledging you have a problem, right?

I’ve been waking up really hot and sweaty in middle of the night. (Not that kind of hot. Temperature hot. Sheesh.) Last night I woke up and went to roll over and realized my legs were drenched. I got up to change, and realized my hair was wet too … as was everything else. I went into the bathroom, and happened to glance in the mirror. I looked, head to toe, like I had showered in my pj’s. I assume it’s night terrors, although I have no proof. D says it’s because I sleep in fleece jammies, and that I’m being dramatic about night terrors. Mom says it’s hormones, because I’m getting to that age, and I’ve been on the pill for too long. I don’t know what to believe. I’m certainly not choosing the fleece jammies thing. That just seems a little too logical to be true.

Karma and Jarb have been pseudo cuddling. They lay about 3 feet apart and then keep scooting closer together. They’ve yet to actually totally curl up, but they’re getting within inches. It’s really cute. Esa has become a total bacon freak. She hoooooowls when we cook it, and tries to grab my arm when I’m eating it. Also, she ate some rice with hot sauce. Weirdo.

We went out with another couple for a few drinks last night. D’s known them for years, but I’ve only met them once at Comfest, which is to say, in drunken passing. They were really cool. M lent me her .38 Special. First time we’ve ever really talked, and the girl loans me her gun. How cool is that?! The gun is awesome … hopefully we’ll get to the range soon, so I can try it out. If I like it, I’m going to get one with my tax return.

I’m addicted to The First 48. Hey, you asked for updates.

~ by tobilynne on January 27, 2009.