We spent most of yesterday celebrating Rob's birthday, even though his birthday was actually Saturday. My mother had decreed that I would just go over to her house Saturday like normal, and we would celebrate on Sunday, and since she's sickly she mostly gets her way about these things. Rob didn't seem to care anyway - he went off to the gun range ( Read more... )

Here's the text messages I got today with Rob's chip times ( Read more... )

I feel so scattered lately. And the bad thing is, I'm always scattered, so for me to notice it it's got to be even worse than usual. I don't know what to make of that, I just thought I'd throw it out there ( Read more... )

Well. The police have just been here. Rob went out for a walk before bedtime - he always takes one, has since I've known him - and he passed two teenagers on the street back behind our apartments, and as they passed, one of them suddenly punched him in the jaw. Pretty hard, apparently. (He said the other kid looked nearly as surprised as he did.) ( Read more... )

(Maybe I should put this behind a cut since this involves explosions and oral surgeons and other fun things and it's liable to get long.)

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It was so gorgeous outside today. Of course, that's a mixed blessing this time of year, since the Seawall was packed with tourists and it took me a lot longer to get home than it would otherwise, but it was so beautiful I can't say I really cared. I always wonder about the people who come to Galveston to go swimming this time of year, though, ( Read more... )

Rob woke up this morning and said, "I'm 42," in an extremely gloomy voice. I think his birthday might have gone uphill from there, though.

It's a nice day today (and no fog! yay!), and Rob and I just walked down to the other end of campus to get lunch. It's maybe a mile or a little more round-trip. I need to be walking that - if not more - every day. (I don't need to be eating mexican food every day, though ( Read more... )

Yesterday I said to Rob, "We ought to go up to Fry's before Christmas and get you a couple of movies." Well, before I knew it, we were in the car heading up to Fry's. He did the same thing Mom did, he said "It doesn't look that busy" when we were driving up - the thing is, you come up to it from the back side. It was packed, again (although the ( Read more... )

(It's probably bad luck or something to use that icon, but I can't resist.) (Note written much later: I have no idea what icon I was talking about, it's long-gone, apparently. Possibly something about a plane ( Read more... )