I don't think we've had hot water here in guyburbia since Tuesday or Wednesday. We should be back in business tomorrow, but in the meantime the electric kettle and I Should Coco are my salvation. That *and* mrguy, who is taking the train to a town that's 20 minutes in the opposite direction of home after work tonight, just because they have a Lowe's there that has the coupler that we need to fix the hot water heater. Fixer man will be here at 7:30 in the AM.
Good man, that mrguy :)
In health news, my head cleared but was replaced by laryngitis and a raging sore throat. I went to the doctor and was, surprisingly, seen by a woman who had been my parents' primary doctor back home for over 20 years.
Weird coinkeedink.
Tonight we soil someone else's dishes. Time to eat out.
January 8, 2010
January 7, 2010
Dove
I have a cold and the hot water heater is busted. I was working from home today in bed, with cats, Kleenex, a computer and the phone there with me...and nobody in earshot to hear my old man noises. I have felt better.
I just emerged from my bed / workspace to get some tea and chocolate from the kitchen. Throat Coat is hitting the spot, and so is the Dove. I don't care for chocolate much, but I have a soft spot for the Dove.
One of my favorite memories of a spring spent in New Hampshire is of sitting on the porch glider on my day off with a Dove ice cream bar and reading the National Enquirer. It was a banner year for tabloids. The presidential race was heating up. The Democratic front runner, Gary Hart, was about to come not only to the town where I lived but to the hotel where I worked. Dozens of reporters descended on New Hampshire in advance of his arrival. The day they showed up, the Miami Herald broke the story of Hart's infidelity. A week later, he chose our hotel as the spot where he announced he would give up the campaign.
All that summer I had tabloid tales of Donna Rice, Fawn Hall and Jessica Hahn (as well as Iran Contra, which people should have cared more about) to keep me occupied in my spare time. That and the guy upstairs. I never met him, but he would blast CSNY's Dark Star every single night when he got home.
When I am eating a Dove chocolate, that's what I'm thinking about.
You're free to think of something else ;)
I just emerged from my bed / workspace to get some tea and chocolate from the kitchen. Throat Coat is hitting the spot, and so is the Dove. I don't care for chocolate much, but I have a soft spot for the Dove.
One of my favorite memories of a spring spent in New Hampshire is of sitting on the porch glider on my day off with a Dove ice cream bar and reading the National Enquirer. It was a banner year for tabloids. The presidential race was heating up. The Democratic front runner, Gary Hart, was about to come not only to the town where I lived but to the hotel where I worked. Dozens of reporters descended on New Hampshire in advance of his arrival. The day they showed up, the Miami Herald broke the story of Hart's infidelity. A week later, he chose our hotel as the spot where he announced he would give up the campaign.
All that summer I had tabloid tales of Donna Rice, Fawn Hall and Jessica Hahn (as well as Iran Contra, which people should have cared more about) to keep me occupied in my spare time. That and the guy upstairs. I never met him, but he would blast CSNY's Dark Star every single night when he got home.
When I am eating a Dove chocolate, that's what I'm thinking about.
You're free to think of something else ;)
January 3, 2010
White Elephant Exchange, Guy Family Style, 2009
1) 3-function personal fan
2) Diet Coke from Iraq
3) Jumper Cables
4) Chess Drinking Game
5) Cajun-Style Alligator (1 can)
6) Bota Bag
7) DVD of Mormon Tabernacle Choir
8) Smoked Rattlesnake (1 can)
9) Billy Beer (1 can, unopened but empty)
10) Book about Marzipan (soon to be regifted)
Our youngest grand-niece got the can of rattlesnake and was *not pleased*. MiddleGuySis performed a good deed and stole it from her. The little one liked the bag of old makeup she got in the second round. Whew.
It is only because I love my brother-in-law so much that I did not steal the Billy Beer from him. He would've been sad, and White Elephant is all about keeping the laughs coming.
And so they did.
2) Diet Coke from Iraq
3) Jumper Cables
4) Chess Drinking Game
5) Cajun-Style Alligator (1 can)
6) Bota Bag
7) DVD of Mormon Tabernacle Choir
8) Smoked Rattlesnake (1 can)
9) Billy Beer (1 can, unopened but empty)
10) Book about Marzipan (soon to be regifted)
Our youngest grand-niece got the can of rattlesnake and was *not pleased*. MiddleGuySis performed a good deed and stole it from her. The little one liked the bag of old makeup she got in the second round. Whew.
It is only because I love my brother-in-law so much that I did not steal the Billy Beer from him. He would've been sad, and White Elephant is all about keeping the laughs coming.
And so they did.
January 1, 2010
Hau'oli Makahiki Hou
I heard the whir of her car engine from inside the garage, where I was riding the exercise bike. The grand mamoo had arrived! New Year's Eve was upon us :)
We ate cheese and drank a little bubbly with middleguysis before heading out for a Hawaiian New Year's. Mrguy stayed in his tiny bed, sick as a dog :(
After dinner the family band played some tunes. Auntie Sassy's Boys played, and then Red and I winged it. No way was I going to go straight in after the Boys, though, so we tossed them some irresistible cuteness first, in the form of Red's three-year-old singing "Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart". Audience was rendered helpless, then we winged it and earned our mai tais.
This morning I woke up early and watched the Tournament of Roses Parade with mom and middleguysis. Totally excellent. People from other lands must think this parade is really wacky, because it is. Think about it: crafty people paste a jillion pounds of organic material onto a souped-up car frame and drive it through Pasadena. I think the parade's wonderful and I try to watch it every year.
UPDATE: For cool pictures of the preparations for this years' parade, visit the LA Times coverage here.
Then the Precious Family came over to visit with mom and sis and us, and then that nice boy came over.
He and I and mrguy caught up on the many many years its been since we saw each other last.
That wasn't scary, was it?
We ate cheese and drank a little bubbly with middleguysis before heading out for a Hawaiian New Year's. Mrguy stayed in his tiny bed, sick as a dog :(
After dinner the family band played some tunes. Auntie Sassy's Boys played, and then Red and I winged it. No way was I going to go straight in after the Boys, though, so we tossed them some irresistible cuteness first, in the form of Red's three-year-old singing "Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart". Audience was rendered helpless, then we winged it and earned our mai tais.
This morning I woke up early and watched the Tournament of Roses Parade with mom and middleguysis. Totally excellent. People from other lands must think this parade is really wacky, because it is. Think about it: crafty people paste a jillion pounds of organic material onto a souped-up car frame and drive it through Pasadena. I think the parade's wonderful and I try to watch it every year.
UPDATE: For cool pictures of the preparations for this years' parade, visit the LA Times coverage here.
Then the Precious Family came over to visit with mom and sis and us, and then that nice boy came over.
He and I and mrguy caught up on the many many years its been since we saw each other last.
That wasn't scary, was it?
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