TO On the Ides of December
I spent the last several days doing laundry. Lots, and lots of laundry. I am in the process of getting rid of all the shit I don't wear anymore [read: haven't fit in in almost six years]. It was sort of a vanity thing, me keeping all of it. I liked to remember the good ol' days when I was a size 6. But with all the new clothing I've bought in the last year or two, I have no room to keep it [and we're talking about even crap clothes that I used to wear around the house to do cleaning and excerice---ah, the irony]. On the plus side, the basement has never smelled better, what with all the dryer sheets and fabric softener that has been put into the air these last days.
What this means on a big scale is that RACHEL IS BORED OUT OF HER FRIGGIN MIND AND, IN CASE YOU DIDN'T GUESS IT, HASN'T SUBBED IN OVER A WEEK! Eh, hem. Sorry.
The best part about it was that my niece, Kayla, also known as:
hockeygurl97, came to stay over on Friday night into Saturday. I showed her Office Space and we enjoyed pizza with our flair---of which Kayla now has quite a bit of. I also gave her her presents: LotR: TT; black zipper earrings, a set of three pink earrings, and some pins. Then I napped, cause I had been up early that day to do some shopping with my father. When I woke up we ate dinner and headed out for coffee and tea and Wal-Mart. Spiderman 2, the trailer for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, a brief glimpse at THE TARTAN TERRORS on my Faire DVD, a bit of Beavis and Butthead, and Scary Movie 3 were how we closed out the night.
The next day we trudged around the Christmas Tree farm looking for a tree. The selection wasn't all that great as it seems to be a trend in Christmas trees these days to be tall and narrow. We ended up with a Canaan Fir. It was sappy as all get out, but it STILL smells great. I, however, aggravated my recently healed ankle by walking across the uneven ground. So, later that night, while my parents went to Kayla's church program, I stayed home, icing and massaging my ankle while watching Love Actually. Thus ended another "hoppin" Saturday night. I don't know if it beats last week or not. I'm not sure if I want to know.
And that was the only big news on my weekend.
I was about to make dinner on Monday evening, when I decided to check my messages on my cell phone. I nearly wet myself when I heard the message; it was from Todd Loughry of the Tartan Terrors. [SQUEE!]
See, shortly following the untimely news that we wouldn't be able to go to Canada to see them, I decided to look into paying for the entire trip myself (sans food). My father works at Hertz and got me a good deal on a rent-a-car. I had called the Tartan Terrors to find out ticket prices (since that information wasn't up on their website), but they didn't know at that time and said they were going to call me back---I spoke with Todd on the phone that day. Then, the following day, leaving Dolores's house in high spirits about my *sneaky* little idea, I fell in the damn ditch and injured my ankle. The full story is here.
Because of the hospital bill I racked up during that ER visit with the X-rays, I cannot afford to be *sneaky*. Since the Tartan Terrors hadn't called me back, I figured they were just gonna let me call and order the tickets and find out the price then.
So, now you can imagine my surprise when I hear from them nearly a month later. I didn't care; I was gleeful the whole damn day! I resolved that the following day I should call Todd back and thank him for calling me at all, but tearfully regretfully decline tickets. When I called, I didn't get Todd, I got Pete. So, stupidly, I left my entire message with him. I say stupid cause now there's no reason for them to call me back ever. And it's just nice playing phone tag with the Tartan Terrors. Not that talking to Pete wasn't cool. It FROCKED something fierce! I'm just bumming cause Canada is a no-go, and they don't have their Winter schedule up yet so that I could tell if I'd be able to stalk them catch a show in, say, March/April.
And on Monday night, I went to the movies with Wolverine (that's Melissa to you lay people). We saw Ocean's Twelve. GOOD MOVIE! Go see it. And I never even saw Ocean's Eleven in its entirety.
Tuesday, I made a WeatherPixie. Go on and make one yourself. I'm a 20's flapper. It fits now that I've got the short hair. Check her out below and on my profile.
AND...to those of you that I spoke with about the Othernews from Monday, I'd be grateful if you not mention on here. The walls have ears, you know. Ears that wouldn't take that news as nicely as we did. Thanks!
What this means on a big scale is that RACHEL IS BORED OUT OF HER FRIGGIN MIND AND, IN CASE YOU DIDN'T GUESS IT, HASN'T SUBBED IN OVER A WEEK! Eh, hem. Sorry.
The best part about it was that my niece, Kayla, also known as:
hockeygurl97, came to stay over on Friday night into Saturday. I showed her Office Space and we enjoyed pizza with our flair---of which Kayla now has quite a bit of. I also gave her her presents: LotR: TT; black zipper earrings, a set of three pink earrings, and some pins. Then I napped, cause I had been up early that day to do some shopping with my father. When I woke up we ate dinner and headed out for coffee and tea and Wal-Mart. Spiderman 2, the trailer for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, a brief glimpse at THE TARTAN TERRORS on my Faire DVD, a bit of Beavis and Butthead, and Scary Movie 3 were how we closed out the night.
The next day we trudged around the Christmas Tree farm looking for a tree. The selection wasn't all that great as it seems to be a trend in Christmas trees these days to be tall and narrow. We ended up with a Canaan Fir. It was sappy as all get out, but it STILL smells great. I, however, aggravated my recently healed ankle by walking across the uneven ground. So, later that night, while my parents went to Kayla's church program, I stayed home, icing and massaging my ankle while watching Love Actually. Thus ended another "hoppin" Saturday night. I don't know if it beats last week or not. I'm not sure if I want to know.
And that was the only big news on my weekend.
I was about to make dinner on Monday evening, when I decided to check my messages on my cell phone. I nearly wet myself when I heard the message; it was from Todd Loughry of the Tartan Terrors. [SQUEE!]
See, shortly following the untimely news that we wouldn't be able to go to Canada to see them, I decided to look into paying for the entire trip myself (sans food). My father works at Hertz and got me a good deal on a rent-a-car. I had called the Tartan Terrors to find out ticket prices (since that information wasn't up on their website), but they didn't know at that time and said they were going to call me back---I spoke with Todd on the phone that day. Then, the following day, leaving Dolores's house in high spirits about my *sneaky* little idea, I fell in the damn ditch and injured my ankle. The full story is here.
Because of the hospital bill I racked up during that ER visit with the X-rays, I cannot afford to be *sneaky*. Since the Tartan Terrors hadn't called me back, I figured they were just gonna let me call and order the tickets and find out the price then.
So, now you can imagine my surprise when I hear from them nearly a month later. I didn't care; I was gleeful the whole damn day! I resolved that the following day I should call Todd back and thank him for calling me at all, but tearfully regretfully decline tickets. When I called, I didn't get Todd, I got Pete. So, stupidly, I left my entire message with him. I say stupid cause now there's no reason for them to call me back ever. And it's just nice playing phone tag with the Tartan Terrors. Not that talking to Pete wasn't cool. It FROCKED something fierce! I'm just bumming cause Canada is a no-go, and they don't have their Winter schedule up yet so that I could tell if I'd be able to stalk them catch a show in, say, March/April.
And on Monday night, I went to the movies with Wolverine (that's Melissa to you lay people). We saw Ocean's Twelve. GOOD MOVIE! Go see it. And I never even saw Ocean's Eleven in its entirety.
Tuesday, I made a WeatherPixie. Go on and make one yourself. I'm a 20's flapper. It fits now that I've got the short hair. Check her out below and on my profile.
AND...to those of you that I spoke with about the Othernews from Monday, I'd be grateful if you not mention on here. The walls have ears, you know. Ears that wouldn't take that news as nicely as we did. Thanks!