Monday, September 29, 2008

My Bambino

There was a package in the mail today. My sister had let drop that she had special ordered my present from Japan - that's the motherland of all things cartoony and cute, by the way. I ripped open the bag and there it was... the thing I had coveted for so long.

"Hmm. I didn't know Tokidoki came with so much screaming," the boy said.

"Aaaiiieeeeeeeeeee." I responded.


Seriously, Susan. You did good. Love, adore, cherish my new little purse. Thank you so much and now.. just you wait until your birthday!!

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Back In The Bosom of Home

No more moping! The boy is back safe and sound from the rigors of business travel. Apparently, airport security in Hartford is extremely vigilant - Hartford being a hotbed for terrorist cells? - because short of an actual strip search, he barely made it out of CT unprobed.

He did bring back a little souvenir from his trip so I expect to be sick and coughing in a matter of days. Airplanes and little children = bacterium laden petri dishes.

So, while I just want to stare lovingly into each other's eyes, he's more focused on relaxing and playing computer games. I wonder what we'll end up doing today.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Girl's Night

When I used to travel, the boy would indulge in what he called "boy's night". "What do you do on boy's night?" I'd ask. "Oh, you movies, eat my favorite foods, play computer games or just veg out" was the response.

Which always puzzled me because that's pretty much EVERY night at our house. But he would just wave it off and say it was somehow different.

I think I understand now.

Instead of moping around the house like a sad sack, I've planned a girl's night for myself. Something silly, frivolous and fun and wholly centered around my enjoyment and pleasure. [ed. again, no different from every other night. I am spoiled.]

Monday, September 22, 2008

So Sad

The boy left for Connecticut this morning and won't be back until Friday night. So, I've been moping. It's funny because in my last job, I traveled quite frequently and though I never enjoyed it, it wasn't awful.

But who wouldn't miss the most wonderful, funniest, sweetest boy in the whole world? I know I do!!

This was the first photo he sent me ooooh, around 10 and half years ago and aside from the paisley shirt (what's up with that?!), I loved it. He looks so pensive (or sleepy) and sweet. And young.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Friends Forever

"And have a great summer and keep in touch!"

Have you tried out this site yet? Yearbook Yourself.

Here I am in 1968, 1986 and alas, the reality of what 1989 looked like. Yes, I know. What's up with that hair? Those eyebrows? That frosted pink lipstick?

I still have my highschool yearbooks. It's a little sad that I can't remember even half of the people who signed some really meaningful things.

"It's been great meeting you, have a great summer. Ted"

"Well, it's been a hoot being in the same math class as you even though you skipped almost half of the year. Sorry I gave you mono. Phil"

"I know you are thrilled out of your tits to have known me. Have a nice life and you're a marvellous and sexy nip. Love Jeremy."

"You're as good in math as me. Steve"

"You're a cool babe and you know how to 'push all the right buttons'...if you ever need a helping hand, I'll only be a phone call away. Jon"

"Well, I was having a great year until about halfway through I met some HO. Oh sorry, this is your yearbook. Well, have a PIECEFUL summer on your back! Love Dave."

"Wow. Dave is really rude! I think you're a great person and you really know how to cheer me up. Have a great summer and stay in touch! Love Amy."

"Thank God you weren't in any of my classes because I think I would have gone crazy. If you want to do anything sexual and you want to do it with a great looking guy, just give me a call. Call me ###-####. Love Richard."

"p.s. I hope to get you in bed one day. Derek"

I know it seems like I was some slutty ho-bag but fear not, gentle friends, I remained chaste until I graduated. But we were teen-agers. What else were we supposed to be thinking about?!

Good times.

p.s. My University years were even better. Luckily, no proof of that time exists in present day.

p.p.s. No-one gave me mono. I never had it.

p.p.p.s. Keep in touch.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The Joneses

This is the view into my neighbor's property from my backyard. Pretty pink tree, no?

When we first moved in, we realized right away that we had to plant as many fast-growing, view-obscuring trees as possible. Because of the 5 non-working pick-up trucks scattered throughout their yard, eventually becoming a stand-alone ecosystem. Because of the tons of junk, lumber, and other construction debris piled high into the sky. Because of their motion-sensor, fog-piercing, blinding porch lighting. For a variety of reasons.

Yes, we are snobs.

Anyways, joy of joy, we saw a "For Sale" sign listed a few weeks ago and slowly, the trucks and junk were hauled away. This will definitely mean construction since their lot is very long (perpendicular to our lot, it stretches the length of 10 homes) and no individual buyer would be interested. But I can live with that. As long as the new neighbors don't subscribe to the cinder block method of parking their vehicles.

As an aside. The other day, for some strange reason I decided (for the first time since I was 14) to dry shave my legs. Odd decision. I distinctly remember it stinging like hell the first time I did it. Now I have razor burns all over my legs. The boy was less than impressed.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

I'm Back!

Did you miss me?! Come on, you know you did. Kinda. Sorta.

I've been distracted lately: a few new projects on the table, wrestling with paint colors, the Olympics, planning for dinner parties, buying cars and the urge to get the house ready for Christmas (I know, right!?).

But you've enjoyed looking at my brilliant little vase all this time, so it's been worth the lack of blogging. Oh and here's a new cute thing to feast your eyes on. It's a little gadget bag I bought from Etsy. Just big enough to carry my cellphone, credit cards and the shuffle - which is all I really need. But don't tell the boy that because I'd also buy a new purse everyday, if I could.

It's September now. My favorite time of the year. Fall drifting into pseudo-Winter (especially here in Portland). The air becomes crisp and you start wearing big, comfy sweaters, and baking from scratch seems not only natural but necessary. And you want to just curl up on the couch and read.

Speaking of which, finished Jim Butcher's latest book, Small Favor, from his Dresden files. The 10th book in the series, he's done an admirable job of staying the course. I think that's a hard thing to do - keeping the momentum going, character growth, plot development etc... while introducing new and fresh storylines.

Most turn into horrendous car wrecks like Laurell K. Hamilton and her Anita Blake series. Somewhere along the line, those books went from interesting works of horror/fantasy to really cheesy, hardcore smut. It says something when I skip past 20 pages and still find the characters immersed in the same repetitive sex scene. Read the customer reviews. (I almost included some examples but decided against it - my blog would become all gross and cheesy too.)

Now I need more books to read. Hmmm. I think I might pop down to the local library. That seems like a fall-ish thing to do.