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My left ankle hurts and I still feel groggy from my dumb ass being up till almost 3am. I wonder if I had too much Coke last night. Bleah. I feel kinda crappy.
I'm listening to "Common People" as covered by William Shatner w/Joe Jackson, produced by Ben Folds. It still kicks all kinds of ass, omfg, I love this song.
I really have a great desire to see Joe Jackson in concert again, it's been too long. I luuuurve Joe Jackson and he puts on a wonderful concert, the happy vibes last for days afterward.
Watched Pedro Almovodar's movie "Talk to Her" last night, very, very good. He has a knack for making movies that should be totally creepifying, but are unexpectedly moving. And I really liked the bits of music and dancing in the movie, I would love to visit Spain one day. I swear, whenever I hear music from Spain, I feel a stirring in my blood. Must be genetic memory :).
Still working on getting all my paperwork and such transferred over to my new name. Sending off some paperwork to Sallie Mae so they can change my name in their records and voter registration paperwork for fings and myself, will be going to the DMV tomorrow to get a new ID. Right, then I can send off my passport to get updated. After that, the only thing I can really think of is an update on medical records. I'll be very glad when I no longer have to concern myself with this. It's still jarring to see my name now, and it's jarring for fings, too. Heh.
Labor Day Weekend entailed: a Saturday birthday party for my little nephew J. who turned 3 on Tuesday, a lot of sitting around on our asses, some minimal cleaning up around the condo, emptying out a total of 2 boxes of stuff from the move (oy, so much left to unpack, we suck), watching as many episodes of "Firefly" as I could get away with, moving furniture, and having dinner with eafm & thudthwacker and my in-laws (at the same time!).
The whole furniture moving thing: after the honeymoon we kept to our usual sides of the bed from when I used to spent weekends with Fings and then after a few weeks he asked if we could trade sides to see if it would be more comfortable for the both of us, and it was. This meant that I had to move our respective things out from under the captain bed's drawers to corresond to our new side, which wasn't a big deal. What was a big deal (to me) was that we now had our respective dressers on the opposite side from where we were sleeping. He didn't care, but it was driving me BATSHIT, to his amusement (mostly cause he didn't realize how batshit it was really making me). It was fucking with my internal sense of symmetry and also, lazy wretch that I am, I want my personal-toiletry-feminine-geegaws as close to my lying-in-bed-proximity as possible. So, on Sunday his parents called to see if it was a good day to drop off this wardrobe from his late uncle's home they've been meaning to give to us, we say sure. This led to me having a minor tizzy over the fact that we now had to empty his dresser of its contents, move the dresser to the guest room, and then move my dresser to "my" side of the room to get ready for the wardrobe to be placed in "his" side of the room within a short while, on top of straightening out the condo for company (we were already expecting eafm and thudthwacker for an evening of take-out and general tomfoolery). It took this for him to understand just how batshit I had been over this, apparently all those times I mentioned it was making me a little crazy and that I needed help moving the dressers didn't really take. Male/female brain disconnect, I guess? So, of course I had overreacted (yes, I know, it happens...um, a lot), cause we were able to move everything and tidy up and be dressed in non-bummy hanging-around-the-house clothes in time for the in-laws to show up with the wardrobe. And then Ms.Eafm and Mr.Thwacker showed up just in time for Mr.Thwacker to help bring the wardrobe up to our 3rd floor apartment and into our bedroom. It's got some scratches, but it's a very nice wardrobe and very nice repository for my husband's t-shirts (thank god, no more folding t-shirts on laundry day!!) and room for storage, whoohoo. So, after that was over with, we all decided we were hungry and went to Houlihan's for dinner. It was nice. My in-laws are very nice people, and they don't get to see their son enough, I'll have to see when will be a good time for us to visit them on the farm this month.
As I mentioned, Saturday was a little party for little J., it was at my parents' house. I ordered the SpongeBob Squarepants themed cake on Thursday, and Fings and I picked it up Saturday morning (yeah, carrying a big cake in the rain isn't fun) and headed to the parental domain. It was my job to decorate the kitchen with the usual birthday fare and wrap the gifts, and then Fings and I helped my dad run out to pick up the food he had ordered, beverages, a gift, and a few other odds and ends. And then we waited for a bit, but that's ok, we'd had the foresight to bring "The Incredibles" and one of the Loony Tunes collections. My nephews G. & A. were also in attendance. So, when you throw a surprise party for a rambunctios 3 year old? Said 3 year old gets really shy for a while, ha. Didn't last too long, once he realized there were gifts and cake for him! Food was delicious, cake was delicious, J. had fun playing with his much older cousins. He received in loot: a new scooter from his cousins, various Thomas the Engine toys from his mother's friend, a SpongeBob Squarepants doll from my folks (in addition to money for loads of new clothes, kid is growing like a weed), and from me: 2 boxes of Blues Clues figures where Blue comes with a sidekick and snap-on/snap-off attire, a Superman lunchbox, a Fisher Price magnetized alphabet from the 70's (I still have mine from when I was his age, minus 2 letters, I learned my alphabet and my earliest spelling/reading off of that thing, *sniff*), and a new Godiva Easter bunny rabbit from 2005 (his favorite toy is the same model bunny that he received from me when he was 7 months old. well, that thing is a frickng disaster from being dragged everywhere so I got him an identical backup bunny for whenever his lovey finally gives up the ghost, or gets lost or something). He was very happy to receive a new "brother" for his Bunny. He hugged it and then grabbed his old Bunny and had the m "kiss" each other, and then hugged them both fiercely. Then he marveled over the fact that the new one is clean! His mother asked which one he liked better and he said "This one...and this this one", ha. He prefers his old one, of course, but that's to be expected. I love that kid.
I'm listening to "Common People" as covered by William Shatner w/Joe Jackson, produced by Ben Folds. It still kicks all kinds of ass, omfg, I love this song.
I really have a great desire to see Joe Jackson in concert again, it's been too long. I luuuurve Joe Jackson and he puts on a wonderful concert, the happy vibes last for days afterward.
Watched Pedro Almovodar's movie "Talk to Her" last night, very, very good. He has a knack for making movies that should be totally creepifying, but are unexpectedly moving. And I really liked the bits of music and dancing in the movie, I would love to visit Spain one day. I swear, whenever I hear music from Spain, I feel a stirring in my blood. Must be genetic memory :).
Still working on getting all my paperwork and such transferred over to my new name. Sending off some paperwork to Sallie Mae so they can change my name in their records and voter registration paperwork for fings and myself, will be going to the DMV tomorrow to get a new ID. Right, then I can send off my passport to get updated. After that, the only thing I can really think of is an update on medical records. I'll be very glad when I no longer have to concern myself with this. It's still jarring to see my name now, and it's jarring for fings, too. Heh.
Labor Day Weekend entailed: a Saturday birthday party for my little nephew J. who turned 3 on Tuesday, a lot of sitting around on our asses, some minimal cleaning up around the condo, emptying out a total of 2 boxes of stuff from the move (oy, so much left to unpack, we suck), watching as many episodes of "Firefly" as I could get away with, moving furniture, and having dinner with eafm & thudthwacker and my in-laws (at the same time!).
The whole furniture moving thing: after the honeymoon we kept to our usual sides of the bed from when I used to spent weekends with Fings and then after a few weeks he asked if we could trade sides to see if it would be more comfortable for the both of us, and it was. This meant that I had to move our respective things out from under the captain bed's drawers to corresond to our new side, which wasn't a big deal. What was a big deal (to me) was that we now had our respective dressers on the opposite side from where we were sleeping. He didn't care, but it was driving me BATSHIT, to his amusement (mostly cause he didn't realize how batshit it was really making me). It was fucking with my internal sense of symmetry and also, lazy wretch that I am, I want my personal-toiletry-feminine-geegaws as close to my lying-in-bed-proximity as possible. So, on Sunday his parents called to see if it was a good day to drop off this wardrobe from his late uncle's home they've been meaning to give to us, we say sure. This led to me having a minor tizzy over the fact that we now had to empty his dresser of its contents, move the dresser to the guest room, and then move my dresser to "my" side of the room to get ready for the wardrobe to be placed in "his" side of the room within a short while, on top of straightening out the condo for company (we were already expecting eafm and thudthwacker for an evening of take-out and general tomfoolery). It took this for him to understand just how batshit I had been over this, apparently all those times I mentioned it was making me a little crazy and that I needed help moving the dressers didn't really take. Male/female brain disconnect, I guess? So, of course I had overreacted (yes, I know, it happens...um, a lot), cause we were able to move everything and tidy up and be dressed in non-bummy hanging-around-the-house clothes in time for the in-laws to show up with the wardrobe. And then Ms.Eafm and Mr.Thwacker showed up just in time for Mr.Thwacker to help bring the wardrobe up to our 3rd floor apartment and into our bedroom. It's got some scratches, but it's a very nice wardrobe and very nice repository for my husband's t-shirts (thank god, no more folding t-shirts on laundry day!!) and room for storage, whoohoo. So, after that was over with, we all decided we were hungry and went to Houlihan's for dinner. It was nice. My in-laws are very nice people, and they don't get to see their son enough, I'll have to see when will be a good time for us to visit them on the farm this month.
As I mentioned, Saturday was a little party for little J., it was at my parents' house. I ordered the SpongeBob Squarepants themed cake on Thursday, and Fings and I picked it up Saturday morning (yeah, carrying a big cake in the rain isn't fun) and headed to the parental domain. It was my job to decorate the kitchen with the usual birthday fare and wrap the gifts, and then Fings and I helped my dad run out to pick up the food he had ordered, beverages, a gift, and a few other odds and ends. And then we waited for a bit, but that's ok, we'd had the foresight to bring "The Incredibles" and one of the Loony Tunes collections. My nephews G. & A. were also in attendance. So, when you throw a surprise party for a rambunctios 3 year old? Said 3 year old gets really shy for a while, ha. Didn't last too long, once he realized there were gifts and cake for him! Food was delicious, cake was delicious, J. had fun playing with his much older cousins. He received in loot: a new scooter from his cousins, various Thomas the Engine toys from his mother's friend, a SpongeBob Squarepants doll from my folks (in addition to money for loads of new clothes, kid is growing like a weed), and from me: 2 boxes of Blues Clues figures where Blue comes with a sidekick and snap-on/snap-off attire, a Superman lunchbox, a Fisher Price magnetized alphabet from the 70's (I still have mine from when I was his age, minus 2 letters, I learned my alphabet and my earliest spelling/reading off of that thing, *sniff*), and a new Godiva Easter bunny rabbit from 2005 (his favorite toy is the same model bunny that he received from me when he was 7 months old. well, that thing is a frickng disaster from being dragged everywhere so I got him an identical backup bunny for whenever his lovey finally gives up the ghost, or gets lost or something). He was very happy to receive a new "brother" for his Bunny. He hugged it and then grabbed his old Bunny and had the m "kiss" each other, and then hugged them both fiercely. Then he marveled over the fact that the new one is clean! His mother asked which one he liked better and he said "This one...and this this one", ha. He prefers his old one, of course, but that's to be expected. I love that kid.