w00t w00t booyah

I'm wearing my "God is Still Talking" UCC shirt that I got at Mom's church the last time I was there.

I'll wear it to that No on 8 rally and be proud. Oh very yes, I will.

What does one do for a seventh anniversary? Spend the night away from home in a Priceline special (wish we'd been able to get further away from home, but Manhattan Beach isn't anything to sneeze at), walk to dinner at Johnny Rockets, check out the Fresh N Easy on the way there and back (nifty!) and then spend a quiet evening...gaming. On our own laptops. I couldn't help comparing this with Cliff, who wouldn't be happy unless there were bodily fluids flung on all the walls...and then was pissy when I wasn't into accommodating all that. Oh, all that talk about FOREPLAY and what I WANTED. Oh THAT.

*ahem*

I got the right baby, uh huh!

He provided me with something I'd never voiced - my own set of kokeshi dolls. Well, not traditional ones, nor old - but I'd kinda of looked at them longingly in the stores and talked myself out of them routinely. These are more appropriate as bric-a-brac, but it's a coupled pair and they're adorable.

Then he brought out a hand-blow glass candy dish in the shape of an overturned hat. Something I'm going to have to find a place for with all the other breakables for safe keeping - a Boy is coming, after all.

Me? He got something traditional for this anniversary.

He got stock.

Well, yes - one piece. Of Pepsico common - when I asked what company he'd want stock in (we already have Apple, Disney and Mac Nut stock) - he said Pepsi.

It's a good time to buy, so I did.

We had probably first rain this weekend - when I got home this morning, I went out to move some laundry around and the dampness I'd noted last year in the joint between the patio cover and the house has turned into full-blown leaks. Yay.

So I have this guy coming out after work tomorrow to give me a quote. If there is anything I know about house repair, is that you don't give leaks time to get worse. There's no money for this. Oh well. Story of my life.

Going out for dim sum this morning with catsonmars and crew - so have to hop. See ya!

I'm wearing my "God is Still Talking" UCC shirt that I got at Mom's church the last time I was there.

I'll wear it to that No on 8 rally and be proud. Oh very yes, I will.

What does one do for a seventh anniversary? Spend the night away from home in a Priceline special (wish we'd been able to get further away from home, but Manhattan Beach isn't anything to sneeze at), walk to dinner at Johnny Rockets, check out the Fresh N Easy on the way there and back (nifty!) and then spend a quiet evening...gaming. On our own laptops. I couldn't help comparing this with Cliff, who wouldn't be happy unless there were bodily fluids flung on all the walls...and then was pissy when I wasn't into accommodating all that. Oh, all that talk about FOREPLAY and what I WANTED. Oh THAT.

*ahem*

I got the right baby, uh huh!

He provided me with something I'd never voiced - my own set of kokeshi dolls. Well, not traditional ones, nor old - but I'd kinda of looked at them longingly in the stores and talked myself out of them routinely. These are more appropriate as bric-a-brac, but it's a coupled pair and they're adorable.

Then he brought out a hand-blow glass candy dish in the shape of an overturned hat. Something I'm going to have to find a place for with all the other breakables for safe keeping - a Boy is coming, after all.

Me? He got something traditional for this anniversary.

He got stock.

Well, yes - one piece. Of Pepsico common - when I asked what company he'd want stock in (we already have Apple, Disney and Mac Nut stock) - he said Pepsi.

It's a good time to buy, so I did.

We had probably first rain this weekend - when I got home this morning, I went out to move some laundry around and the dampness I'd noted last year in the joint between the patio cover and the house has turned into full-blown leaks. Yay.

So I have this guy coming out after work tomorrow to give me a quote. If there is anything I know about house repair, is that you don't give leaks time to get worse. There's no money for this. Oh well. Story of my life.

Going out for dim sum this morning with catsonmars and crew - so have to hop. See ya!

Hate my nose, hate my half-closed eyes...good thing Jim takes a good picture. *rolls eyes*

Annnd losing almost forty pounds did nothing to improve the chipmunk cheeks. Oh well. That's the Petersen side of the family showing up again.

Running like mad. Again -

Hee. It's six years today. We're going to Goofy's Kitchen tonight to celebrate. Expect pictures tomorrow....

We had trick or treaters last night, of all sizes. And frankly, I liked seeing the older ones - because, well, I had stuff for them.

Last weekend, I went out to Diamond Bar for a school function of my niece's - and went into Starbucks, because I'm enjoying the heck out of their "Song of the Day" promotion. You go in, you get a code to download a song into iTunes, gratis. And since all of the selections so far have rocked my socks, I'm going back. Every day. Until it's over. *smacks self*

So I went to this Starbucks inside the Vons. Asked for my song and got *all* of their cards for the first week of the promotion because, well, they borked it and didn't distribute them. Would I like them?

UH.

I have sets for catsonmars, motorbike, kiyone and skademonx. Guys. Send me a mailing address or come see me soon. Seriously.

The balance, I tried to give away in three card grabs last night with candy and books. (We also got rid of two boxes of used paperbacks and about fifty coloring books.)

I still had cards left over. I brought them and the half of a bag of candy in (five HUGE bags we bought) to work this morning and found homes for the rest. Free music and it's good. I mean, when was the last time you stepped into a Starbucks and HATED the music playing? You might not squee, per ce - but. Yeah. Get introduced to some new names. Can't hurt.

I'll admit though, I've been jonesing for Hawaii this week. My plumeria (that I brought back from that one trip with Mom and silverkun) is taking over the one planter it was put in when we moved here and is just blooming up a total fragrance storm. It smells like Hawaii right now. Both white and yellow blossoms. Totally awesome and as fleeting as cherry blossoms. The guavas in the back yard are ripening and adding that stench scent to the mix as well.

And I got married there, six years ago today. I'd like to do it again, to be honest. That was fun!

I was able to transfer the wedding video from VHS to DVD, so I might be able to upload it somewhere soon if anyone wants to see it. (Yeah. You TOO can come to my wedding! Here, have a seat. Popcorn?) Best idea I ever had.

See, I've know very little but the worst kind of drama when it came to weddings - so when I decided that I wanted to BE married, but not spend an ocean of tears and exposure GETTING married, we put a plan together to do it while on vacation and piss everyone off equally. (There IS a post in this somewhere, but the word count continues to frighten, so bear with me.)

And it's not just the place. I've got friends there I haven't seen in over five years now -

I want me some more Hawaiian music and some hours listening to the radio there. This time of year is the Kona Coffee Festival as well - and that was more fun just being in town.

And take my fella with me. He travels well. He wears well. Never knock low-maintenance; he's an absolute gift at times. I've had the difficult marriage, the beloved-but-mercurial spouse. This time? It's like taking off the uncomfortable, but pretty shoes and putting on the bunny slippers. Eating the ice cream right out of the container instead of putting it neatly scooped into a bowl first. Finding that favorite (but missing) book where you least expected to find it again.

It's like he's always been here - and when I think of the circumstances that allowed me to find him? There was so much against it happening at all. I found him writing fan fiction. I mean. REALLY. That stuff ain't supposed to happen....

I'm as certain as I can be that my beloved, but difficult late spouse had everything to do with it. He knew me better than most people ever would - and I think this is his apology to me. He knew me - even if I deny it at times, he knew what I needed.

The fact Jim has done so incredibly well since then doesn't hurt, either.

Happy anniversary, dearling. It's been a total joy and entirely effortless. May it always remain so.

Hee. It's six years today. We're going to Goofy's Kitchen tonight to celebrate. Expect pictures tomorrow....

We had trick or treaters last night, of all sizes. And frankly, I liked seeing the older ones - because, well, I had stuff for them.

Last weekend, I went out to Diamond Bar for a school function of my niece's - and went into Starbucks, because I'm enjoying the heck out of their "Song of the Day" promotion. You go in, you get a code to download a song into iTunes, gratis. And since all of the selections so far have rocked my socks, I'm going back. Every day. Until it's over. *smacks self*

So I went to this Starbucks inside the Vons. Asked for my song and got *all* of their cards for the first week of the promotion because, well, they borked it and didn't distribute them. Would I like them?

UH.

I have sets for catsonmars, motorbike, kiyone and skademonx. Guys. Send me a mailing address or come see me soon. Seriously.

The balance, I tried to give away in three card grabs last night with candy and books. (We also got rid of two boxes of used paperbacks and about fifty coloring books.)

I still had cards left over. I brought them and the half of a bag of candy in (five HUGE bags we bought) to work this morning and found homes for the rest. Free music and it's good. I mean, when was the last time you stepped into a Starbucks and HATED the music playing? You might not squee, per ce - but. Yeah. Get introduced to some new names. Can't hurt.

I'll admit though, I've been jonesing for Hawaii this week. My plumeria (that I brought back from that one trip with Mom and silverkun) is taking over the one planter it was put in when we moved here and is just blooming up a total fragrance storm. It smells like Hawaii right now. Both white and yellow blossoms. Totally awesome and as fleeting as cherry blossoms. The guavas in the back yard are ripening and adding that stench scent to the mix as well.

And I got married there, six years ago today. I'd like to do it again, to be honest. That was fun!

I was able to transfer the wedding video from VHS to DVD, so I might be able to upload it somewhere soon if anyone wants to see it. (Yeah. You TOO can come to my wedding! Here, have a seat. Popcorn?) Best idea I ever had.

See, I've know very little but the worst kind of drama when it came to weddings - so when I decided that I wanted to BE married, but not spend an ocean of tears and exposure GETTING married, we put a plan together to do it while on vacation and piss everyone off equally. (There IS a post in this somewhere, but the word count continues to frighten, so bear with me.)

And it's not just the place. I've got friends there I haven't seen in over five years now -

I want me some more Hawaiian music and some hours listening to the radio there. This time of year is the Kona Coffee Festival as well - and that was more fun just being in town.

And take my fella with me. He travels well. He wears well. Never knock low-maintenance; he's an absolute gift at times. I've had the difficult marriage, the beloved-but-mercurial spouse. This time? It's like taking off the uncomfortable, but pretty shoes and putting on the bunny slippers. Eating the ice cream right out of the container instead of putting it neatly scooped into a bowl first. Finding that favorite (but missing) book where you least expected to find it again.

It's like he's always been here - and when I think of the circumstances that allowed me to find him? There was so much against it happening at all. I found him writing fan fiction. I mean. REALLY. That stuff ain't supposed to happen....

I'm as certain as I can be that my beloved, but difficult late spouse had everything to do with it. He knew me better than most people ever would - and I think this is his apology to me. He knew me - even if I deny it at times, he knew what I needed.

The fact Jim has done so incredibly well since then doesn't hurt, either.

Happy anniversary, dearling. It's been a total joy and entirely effortless. May it always remain so.

Go get a Halloween costume, or a fifth-wedding anniversary present?

That's the amount of time I had spare yesterday. At lunch, no less.

By the time I went to bed last night, I wasn't putting entire sentences together anymore.

Last homestudy visit is this Friday - when the social worker comes to MAH HOUSE. And have I even looked at the back bedroom most of this year? C'mon. Want an exercise in frustration? If you wanted proof that I've gotten process fatigue over this whole idea, that's the place to view it.

No, I have no books to give out tonight. Never got to the back house to do the purge. Tonight, between trick or treaters, I plan to dismantle the kitchen and sort out what we're using and what we're not. That's the food, people. We've acquired so much detritus in the cupboards that we're leaving things we actually plan to eat soon on the counters. *facesmacks*

Oh, that's peachy. No, I don't think so.

And Moveon's offices called me three times last night, proof that the mad mad flying data monkeys are just a bit behind the curve. If I wasn't so conversant with their process, I might have been miffed.

As it was, I was very sympathetic. Wonder why.

5 of the big bags of candy from Costco - gone by 9:00 PM.
3 boxes of paperbacks, ditto - 8:15 PM.

Last trick or treaters? 9:45 ish or so. We gave them hot chocolate packets -

Temperature?

77 degrees at 10:00 PM. WTF. That has to be the warmest Halloween I can remember.

Quotes of the evening?

"Wow, a book! See you next year!" No particular variety of candy ever gets that response.
After handing a Star Trek novel to a ten-year-old (with Dad along) - "Look Dad!" "Oooh, a Star Trek book. We'll read that together."
And of course, the automatic "thank you! Wow! Thanks!" is always a hit.

And I get to purge the paperbacks and make room for new ones. How can you lose?

Need more coloring books. And could have given away more paperbacks, if I'd had them ready.

--

Four years ago today, folks.

I think I'm going to take my honey to the Local Place for dinner tonight. The budget, she is squealing loudly. But I think we can manage some haupia cake or something.

Linen, huh. Wonder how I can twist that into an Amazon gift certificate. (*winks* at yendi and shadesong.)

5 of the big bags of candy from Costco - gone by 9:00 PM.
3 boxes of paperbacks, ditto - 8:15 PM.

Last trick or treaters? 9:45 ish or so. We gave them hot chocolate packets -

Temperature?

77 degrees at 10:00 PM. WTF. That has to be the warmest Halloween I can remember.

Quotes of the evening?

"Wow, a book! See you next year!" No particular variety of candy ever gets that response.
After handing a Star Trek novel to a ten-year-old (with Dad along) - "Look Dad!" "Oooh, a Star Trek book. We'll read that together."
And of course, the automatic "thank you! Wow! Thanks!" is always a hit.

And I get to purge the paperbacks and make room for new ones. How can you lose?

Need more coloring books. And could have given away more paperbacks, if I'd had them ready.

--

Four years ago today, folks.

I think I'm going to take my honey to the Local Place for dinner tonight. The budget, she is squealing loudly. But I think we can manage some haupia cake or something.

Linen, huh. Wonder how I can twist that into an Amazon gift certificate. (*winks* at yendi and shadesong.)