Monday, Monday
Jul. 31st, 2006 02:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pen_gruntIn the immortal (now) words of Bob Geldof, "I don't like Mondays."
Not only was it perfectly cool in the bedroom this morning [insert required complaint about it being f-ing HOT out], but it was perfectly sunny and bright and airy and textured (yes, textured--I like my fluffy sheets). The urge to stay in bed was so strong that I contemplated staying home for half-a-second before remembering that my laptop was at work--and I'd just have to get up and run anyway.
The theme of the weekend: Missy has a headache. It doesn't interfere at the moment, but it's there. That little thing in the back of your mind that stays on the edge of consciousness at all times. Ugh.
We drove 3 1/2 hours south (west) to Derrick's 10 year class reunion. I know I'm not supposed to feel better about myself based on judging others, but dang. That reunion made both Derrick and I feel like extravagant, beautiful, successful, wise people. We also felt, at the same time, like late and early bloomers. We've had relative early "success" as far as getting decent jobs, but we're behind family-wise--70% of his classmates have kids between the ages of 8 and 10...at a 10 year reunion. One even had a 12 year old. Out of the remaining 30%, 25% had kids under those ages, and the other 5% were single with no marriage or child prospects to speak of.
So no kids for us. Two jobs. Not living (and I quote), "1,900 corn rows from my parents." (When that quote was said, there were a few voices piping up..."are those 30 inch rows?") We're feeling pretty darn smug. That kinda makes us horrible people, no? To judge yourself based on the success of others?
I need to take a shower now. Gah, it was fun enough. We then drove 3 1/2 hours BACK to the cities that night.
Sunday, after an excruciating run I decided to put my foot down. We needed an air-conditioner for the basement. On the way to an appointment with a potential wedding photographer we stopped by no fewer than 6 stores before figuring out that EVERY place in the Twin Cities was sold out. Well duh non-air-conditioned couple. If you wait til AUGUST and 102 temps to get your A/C, there aren't going to be any left. And here I thought I was toughing it out.
We settled for a fan. Fans are NOT better than A/C in the city dammit.
Met with photogs that we pretty much liked.
Went home. Watched 8-Mile with the sister, then watched Sin City again. That movie is sheer stylized entertainment. I don't mind it at all.
Read the rest of 1916 and started-n-finished Among the Hidden. I liked them both enough to continue with the respective series.
So, nothing really exciting at all. Sheesh, is this a gratuitous what-did-I-eat-for-breakfast post? God no. I promise to do something interesting soon. But it's just. Too. Hot.
Yes. Too hot to be entertaining.
Edit: One more tidbit about the class reunion. I didn't really know what to expect. I asked Derrick what it would be like. I had only ever seen class reunions in bad 80's porn movies (seriously), and I wasn't realistically expecting them to be orgy-tastic. Derrick dispelled that myth, but promised me 80's hair, nonetheless.
Within 5 minutes of arriving, he delivered on that promise. It turns out that small-town class reunions are a LOT like bad 80's porn movies. Only without the sex and stuff. I would say bummer, but considering the mix of people, that was a VERY good thing.
Not only was it perfectly cool in the bedroom this morning [insert required complaint about it being f-ing HOT out], but it was perfectly sunny and bright and airy and textured (yes, textured--I like my fluffy sheets). The urge to stay in bed was so strong that I contemplated staying home for half-a-second before remembering that my laptop was at work--and I'd just have to get up and run anyway.
The theme of the weekend: Missy has a headache. It doesn't interfere at the moment, but it's there. That little thing in the back of your mind that stays on the edge of consciousness at all times. Ugh.
We drove 3 1/2 hours south (west) to Derrick's 10 year class reunion. I know I'm not supposed to feel better about myself based on judging others, but dang. That reunion made both Derrick and I feel like extravagant, beautiful, successful, wise people. We also felt, at the same time, like late and early bloomers. We've had relative early "success" as far as getting decent jobs, but we're behind family-wise--70% of his classmates have kids between the ages of 8 and 10...at a 10 year reunion. One even had a 12 year old. Out of the remaining 30%, 25% had kids under those ages, and the other 5% were single with no marriage or child prospects to speak of.
So no kids for us. Two jobs. Not living (and I quote), "1,900 corn rows from my parents." (When that quote was said, there were a few voices piping up..."are those 30 inch rows?") We're feeling pretty darn smug. That kinda makes us horrible people, no? To judge yourself based on the success of others?
I need to take a shower now. Gah, it was fun enough. We then drove 3 1/2 hours BACK to the cities that night.
Sunday, after an excruciating run I decided to put my foot down. We needed an air-conditioner for the basement. On the way to an appointment with a potential wedding photographer we stopped by no fewer than 6 stores before figuring out that EVERY place in the Twin Cities was sold out. Well duh non-air-conditioned couple. If you wait til AUGUST and 102 temps to get your A/C, there aren't going to be any left. And here I thought I was toughing it out.
We settled for a fan. Fans are NOT better than A/C in the city dammit.
Met with photogs that we pretty much liked.
Went home. Watched 8-Mile with the sister, then watched Sin City again. That movie is sheer stylized entertainment. I don't mind it at all.
Read the rest of 1916 and started-n-finished Among the Hidden. I liked them both enough to continue with the respective series.
So, nothing really exciting at all. Sheesh, is this a gratuitous what-did-I-eat-for-breakfast post? God no. I promise to do something interesting soon. But it's just. Too. Hot.
Yes. Too hot to be entertaining.
Edit: One more tidbit about the class reunion. I didn't really know what to expect. I asked Derrick what it would be like. I had only ever seen class reunions in bad 80's porn movies (seriously), and I wasn't realistically expecting them to be orgy-tastic. Derrick dispelled that myth, but promised me 80's hair, nonetheless.
Within 5 minutes of arriving, he delivered on that promise. It turns out that small-town class reunions are a LOT like bad 80's porn movies. Only without the sex and stuff. I would say bummer, but considering the mix of people, that was a VERY good thing.
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Date: 2006-07-31 08:29 pm (UTC)Yeah, I gave up *toughing it out* earlier this summer . . .
There's something very . . . quaint . . . in a good way . . . about the 1900 corn rows comment . . .
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Date: 2006-07-31 09:03 pm (UTC)Eh. The first book wasn't so bad. Unfortunately, I don't really have the head for names/dates, so as long as they aren't a central part of the story I do okay. I managed to skim those parts a bit, but overall it wasn't bad.
You're saying they get worse?
*raises eyebrows*
Oh, and Levar Burton TOTALLY looks like he's trying to cover up his naughty bits in your icon.
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Date: 2006-07-31 09:19 pm (UTC)And that *is* the nice thing about those books, not having a head for names and dates doesn't take away from the story, and there *is* cast of characters, et cetera, in the front if you feel like looking something up.
Class reunions
Date: 2006-07-31 09:27 pm (UTC)You and Derrik are awesome. Why do you think I want my girls to grow up to be like you.
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Date: 2006-07-31 11:06 pm (UTC)Go buy one ....
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Date: 2006-08-01 02:16 am (UTC)I just don't get to some things as soon as I would like to--you know, it's sad to think that there are far more good books in the world than I will (probably) be able to read in my lifetime.
When I talked to the library director he said that they had to move over 3 million materials. 3 million.
Drat. I'm behind.
Re: Class reunions
Date: 2006-08-01 02:20 am (UTC)Alright, I admit it, I was being tremendously petty there--but that's what class reunions are all about.
Lets hope your daughters aren't nearly as shy as Derrick or I (well, mostly me, Derrick's pretty good about the talking-to-people thing).
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Date: 2006-08-01 02:22 am (UTC)The fan helps some though.
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Date: 2006-08-01 02:57 am (UTC)The Richfield store is the only store with stock and has only one type only
Goldstar 5050 BTU Room Air Conditioner
PS - Answer your email ......
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Date: 2006-08-01 01:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-01 02:35 pm (UTC)Re: Class reunions
Date: 2006-08-01 03:39 pm (UTC)Talked to them last night and I now feel really old...
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Date: 2006-08-01 05:05 pm (UTC)Gads, now I have to start being interesting. *panic*
:)