Well hello there.

Let me give you a clue as to what's happening in my life. Some of you may know most of this.

-having had The Boy living on my couch for three weeks, I now have him safely settled into his new apartment. Which is much nicer than mine.

-the futon was empty for precisely one night, after which stanielson laid claim to it, as she has job ( Read more... )

"The Crazy Woman ( Read more... )

Boy: I've decided that for my wedding I'm going to get Ringo Starr, Paul McCartney and Yoko Ono together to play. But here's the kicker-- they're only allowed to play Depeche Mode and Little River Band covers. Maybe if they're lucky we can throw a Tears for Fears cover in there.

Scene: Visiting the Grandparents, because Grandpa broke his leg ( Read more... )

Mom has decided, after a flurry of cleaning, that the correct response to showing the house is to leave town. We're going to Minneapolis overnight and hopefully I can do a little clothes shopping. Also I'm going to pester The Boy.

*packs*

oh, I was going to make a big long post but then I sat down and realized I was tired and probably I should use what energy I have for doing a tm prompt and other stuff that's not my life ( Read more... )

It occurred to me that I never really post about what my day to day life is like. I think I'll try that for a while, see if it's any more/less boring than anything else ( Read more... )

(also known as The Pit)

An Exercise in Lameness

The Boy: Okay! Bad Canadian Kung-fu movie time!

Me: Um. Okay! Sounds fun!

The Boy: Street Fighter's Last Revenge it is!

Me: *reads the back of Ninja and the Warriors of Fire* Heh. Girl Ninjas. Sweet. *pause* ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY MINUTES! HOLY CRAP.

The Boy: Yeah, pretty sure that movie has ( Read more... )

Whoo boy, do I hate being poor. *looks mournfully at bank statement ( Read more... )

Talked to mom about Grandma Pearl, and thank you all for the condolences-- they're much appreciated. Grandma Pearl was an amazing woman. She lived in Chicago on her own as a young woman, she taught my mom to drive, she could cook the best food, make her own pickles, and kick the tar out of any relative that dared step out of line ( Read more... )