More meme, sick spouse, bangin' book, prime performance
Will came home a little bit early tonight with stomach/intestinal something-or-other. Ugh. Hopefully he'll recover quickly, given that we're all supposed to attend MiniPlu's closing show on Sunday afternoon, with his family coming from NJ to join us. Meanwhile, he's propped up, semi-miserable, on the sofa.
Opening night of Willy Wonka, Jr was tonight; I went alone (as planned - had nothing to do with Mr Sickee here), being the only one volunteering to see it twice, and it was important to MiniPlu to have someone there for the first official show. (They did two shows already for elementary students during the day.) I'd say it went really well; a few minor mishaps here and there, but ... eh. They're middle school students, not Broadway performers, and, truly, the overall effect is very good and definitely enjoyable. I know I missed some details tonight, so hopefully I can catch them on Sunday's performance. (I'm also working concessions for both Saturday shows, so maybe I can poke my nose in the back of the theater here and there, too.) MiniPlu came out after the show to say she wasn't feeling very well, which had me worried she might be coming down with Will's bug, but once she was out in the cold air, away from the hot stage lights, and was eating the soft pretzel I bought her on the way out, she was fine. Fingers crossed she stays fine.
And now on for the daily meme.
Day 1 - Ten random facts about yourself
Day 2 - Nine things you do everyday
Day 3 - Eight things that annoy you
Day 4 - Seven fears/phobias
Day 5 - Six songs that you’re addicted to
Day 6 - Five things you can’t live without
Day 7 - Four memories you won’t forget
Day 8 - Three words you can’t go a day without
Day 9 - Two things you wish you could do
Day 10 - One person you can trust
1. Getting both kids. Ok, this is kind of cheating, being two separate memories. But I remember traveling there (and how COMPLETELY different those travel experiences were), the moment we met our kids, the surroundings, etc, the troubles or lack thereof that we had with each one, some of the shopping we did, the sights we saw, and the trip home again. I remember the paperwork that preceded each trip, and the moment we found out who our children were going to be.
2. Finding out when each of my grandmothers died. (Yes, I'm cheating again.) My dad's mother died right before my Honors Chem final in June 1989, my senior year of high school. I couldn't study anymore, once I'd found out, and just had to take the exam with whatever I'd studied up until then. I'd only met her twice, and she was sort of a ... good luck figure in my life, the representative of my heritage, if that makes any sense. Miraculously, I still did well on the exam. My dad was going to fly out to Holland for the funeral, which would have meant missing my graduation. I was (selfishly) devastated, so my mother coaxed him into delaying his flight a smidge. He came to my graduation, posed for a picture with me in my cap and gown despite his certain heartache, and left for the airport after the ceremony. Truly an unselfish thing he did for me.
My maternal grandmother went to the hospital with breathing problems on Oct 8, 2007, which had happened a couple of times before - she had heart valve issues. I really didn't think anything of it, honestly. And then my mother called that night to say she had died and I just couldn't believe it. Apparently she'd had walking pneumonia. She was my last grandparent, and with it there was such a sense of the loss of history, you know? She used to write me weekly letters while having her hair "done" (as women of her generation often did). Her appointments were on Thurs, she died on Friday, and her final letter arrived in the mail on Monday. I kept it.
3. The junior prom. Okay, it sounds so incredibly corny, but I went with a good friend whom I also kind of had a crush on, we had a nice dinner together, danced, took the official prom pics, sat and talked for a bit, and then he confessed he kind of had a crush on me and we ended up kissing. It was more of a "friends with benefits" on and off thing, as far as the kissing went, because he was Mormon and radiated guilt at the very thought of dating someone who wasn't Mormon. But he was my first kiss, and I still have fond memories when I hear the prom theme song, "Why Can't This Night Go On Forever?" by Journey.
4. There are so many things I wanted to put here: meeting Will, our first date, our wedding, our honeymoon, buying this house, building the fence so we could have a dog. The first time I met Cassie, who jumped all over me and got me all muddy and I didn't even care. I remember my MIL's terminal illness. I remember so many of the trips I've taken, and how each one was special. I remember having my 12-year-molars out, and how traumatizing that was. (It was also the last time I vomited until I was, like, 40.) I remember burning my hand by stupidly picking up something I had just welded in 8th grade metal shop. I remember the death of my brother when I was 16, and how I just wanted to get away from everything and everyone and not deal with it at all, especially my mother. I remember being held up at gunpoint on my 3rd day on the job at Baskin Robbins (two months before my brother's death - not the best summer :-P). I remember learning to drive a stick-shift, from a bare handful of lessons from my dad, and otherwise practicing on my own. If you want more details on any of those things, just let me know. I'm going to stop here, though, because I could otherwise provide one-sentence reminiscences all night. My memory is absurdly good, so the list of "memories I'll always remember" is pretty darn long. :P
I received a lovely little Valentine's gift from abigail89 today, some local dark chocolate. Yum! And ♥ ♥
I also finished reading Rivers of London #3, Whispers Underground. Hands down, my favorite of the books so far, and I just whipped right through it. I will admit, however, that the reason for the murder and the discovery of the "Quiet People" was kind of anticlimactic. I also really don't get why a whole troupe of people would choose to live underground and whisper all the time. But ... okay. Tying that in with the Faceless Man also seems kind of ... weird ... but maybe it'll seem clearer to me in the next book. And, as a final complaint, the cover blurb focuses on how Agent Reynolds was an evangelist who viewed magic as the work of the devil, but the whole Christianity thing was only mentioned in a sentence or two, and she never referred to it as Satanic or anything, so I was annoyed that the blurb-writer had been misleading. But the main part of the story, and the investigation, were all fast-paced and highly entertaining, and I was loving Peter's snark more than ever. Also all the references to Harry Potter, LotR, PTerry, etc. :D So, yeah, really loved this book, despite my aforementioned quibbles. Really minor in the scheme of things.
Going to take Ailing Husband up to bed and tuck him in now. Feels like Friday since the kids have off and he's clearly not going in to work tomorrow, either.
Opening night of Willy Wonka, Jr was tonight; I went alone (as planned - had nothing to do with Mr Sickee here), being the only one volunteering to see it twice, and it was important to MiniPlu to have someone there for the first official show. (They did two shows already for elementary students during the day.) I'd say it went really well; a few minor mishaps here and there, but ... eh. They're middle school students, not Broadway performers, and, truly, the overall effect is very good and definitely enjoyable. I know I missed some details tonight, so hopefully I can catch them on Sunday's performance. (I'm also working concessions for both Saturday shows, so maybe I can poke my nose in the back of the theater here and there, too.) MiniPlu came out after the show to say she wasn't feeling very well, which had me worried she might be coming down with Will's bug, but once she was out in the cold air, away from the hot stage lights, and was eating the soft pretzel I bought her on the way out, she was fine. Fingers crossed she stays fine.
And now on for the daily meme.
Day 1 - Ten random facts about yourself
Day 2 - Nine things you do everyday
Day 3 - Eight things that annoy you
Day 4 - Seven fears/phobias
Day 5 - Six songs that you’re addicted to
Day 6 - Five things you can’t live without
Day 7 - Four memories you won’t forget
Day 8 - Three words you can’t go a day without
Day 9 - Two things you wish you could do
Day 10 - One person you can trust
1. Getting both kids. Ok, this is kind of cheating, being two separate memories. But I remember traveling there (and how COMPLETELY different those travel experiences were), the moment we met our kids, the surroundings, etc, the troubles or lack thereof that we had with each one, some of the shopping we did, the sights we saw, and the trip home again. I remember the paperwork that preceded each trip, and the moment we found out who our children were going to be.
2. Finding out when each of my grandmothers died. (Yes, I'm cheating again.) My dad's mother died right before my Honors Chem final in June 1989, my senior year of high school. I couldn't study anymore, once I'd found out, and just had to take the exam with whatever I'd studied up until then. I'd only met her twice, and she was sort of a ... good luck figure in my life, the representative of my heritage, if that makes any sense. Miraculously, I still did well on the exam. My dad was going to fly out to Holland for the funeral, which would have meant missing my graduation. I was (selfishly) devastated, so my mother coaxed him into delaying his flight a smidge. He came to my graduation, posed for a picture with me in my cap and gown despite his certain heartache, and left for the airport after the ceremony. Truly an unselfish thing he did for me.
My maternal grandmother went to the hospital with breathing problems on Oct 8, 2007, which had happened a couple of times before - she had heart valve issues. I really didn't think anything of it, honestly. And then my mother called that night to say she had died and I just couldn't believe it. Apparently she'd had walking pneumonia. She was my last grandparent, and with it there was such a sense of the loss of history, you know? She used to write me weekly letters while having her hair "done" (as women of her generation often did). Her appointments were on Thurs, she died on Friday, and her final letter arrived in the mail on Monday. I kept it.
3. The junior prom. Okay, it sounds so incredibly corny, but I went with a good friend whom I also kind of had a crush on, we had a nice dinner together, danced, took the official prom pics, sat and talked for a bit, and then he confessed he kind of had a crush on me and we ended up kissing. It was more of a "friends with benefits" on and off thing, as far as the kissing went, because he was Mormon and radiated guilt at the very thought of dating someone who wasn't Mormon. But he was my first kiss, and I still have fond memories when I hear the prom theme song, "Why Can't This Night Go On Forever?" by Journey.
4. There are so many things I wanted to put here: meeting Will, our first date, our wedding, our honeymoon, buying this house, building the fence so we could have a dog. The first time I met Cassie, who jumped all over me and got me all muddy and I didn't even care. I remember my MIL's terminal illness. I remember so many of the trips I've taken, and how each one was special. I remember having my 12-year-molars out, and how traumatizing that was. (It was also the last time I vomited until I was, like, 40.) I remember burning my hand by stupidly picking up something I had just welded in 8th grade metal shop. I remember the death of my brother when I was 16, and how I just wanted to get away from everything and everyone and not deal with it at all, especially my mother. I remember being held up at gunpoint on my 3rd day on the job at Baskin Robbins (two months before my brother's death - not the best summer :-P). I remember learning to drive a stick-shift, from a bare handful of lessons from my dad, and otherwise practicing on my own. If you want more details on any of those things, just let me know. I'm going to stop here, though, because I could otherwise provide one-sentence reminiscences all night. My memory is absurdly good, so the list of "memories I'll always remember" is pretty darn long. :P
I received a lovely little Valentine's gift from abigail89 today, some local dark chocolate. Yum! And ♥ ♥
I also finished reading Rivers of London #3, Whispers Underground. Hands down, my favorite of the books so far, and I just whipped right through it. I will admit, however, that the reason for the murder and the discovery of the "Quiet People" was kind of anticlimactic. I also really don't get why a whole troupe of people would choose to live underground and whisper all the time. But ... okay. Tying that in with the Faceless Man also seems kind of ... weird ... but maybe it'll seem clearer to me in the next book. And, as a final complaint, the cover blurb focuses on how Agent Reynolds was an evangelist who viewed magic as the work of the devil, but the whole Christianity thing was only mentioned in a sentence or two, and she never referred to it as Satanic or anything, so I was annoyed that the blurb-writer had been misleading. But the main part of the story, and the investigation, were all fast-paced and highly entertaining, and I was loving Peter's snark more than ever. Also all the references to Harry Potter, LotR, PTerry, etc. :D So, yeah, really loved this book, despite my aforementioned quibbles. Really minor in the scheme of things.
Going to take Ailing Husband up to bed and tuck him in now. Feels like Friday since the kids have off and he's clearly not going in to work tomorrow, either.