Archive for April 2005

 
 

In Chicago

I’m in Chicago. It’s not that bad.

We’ve been cleaning a basement for two days. Originally, I offered help with yardwork, but my mom felt she needed more help with this. It’s kind of fun rummaging through old boxes of junk and coming up with random memories and stories. This afternoon, my mom found my bright purple boom box I had in sixth grade. The dial was still tuned to the top 40 station that I used to listen to. I looked at it and thought that this was the radio that I was listening to when I first heard the likes of Mr. Roboto and Girls Just Wanna’ Have Fun. *sigh*

I miss you Mr. X.

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I’m going to Chicago tomorrow morning. It’s cold there. It’s not cold here. I’ll be back Friday.

I went shopping today and bought a few pretty things. I was wandering around the mall thinking, walking and wishing I had brought my laptop so I could have a cup of tea and write. Now that I’m home, had the tea and have my laptop in front of me, I’m uninspired.

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I like rock songs with violins.

I do not like rock songs with horns….except Cake….which I like.

That is all to report.

This entry has been brought to you from my still awesome ibook.

Death’s door-my state of mind and Murphy the dog

So many things I haven’t written about.

Murphy the dog was at death’s door…or so we thought. Her condition was so bad, I even called a vet to see if they would do in home euthanazation. I was giving her water with an eye dropper because she couldn’t even get up to drink. I was crying, Andy was misty eyed all day. It was all for nothing because although she came close to the light, she refused to go into it. Our theory is that she was bitten by a scorpian or a black widow, but, it’s just a theory.

I may be a very bad person at heart, because although it was very sad, and I was feeling horrible, I am now a little disappointed that she’s still with us.

I’m visiting my parents at the end of the month. There was a whole long funny story surrounding the decision to go, and the planning and getting the plane tickets, but I don’t feel like telling it. I’ll just say that in a moment of weakness after seeing my mother display (grand?) maternal instincts towards her grandchildren I softened and wanted to visit. After I offered to come, every phone call and email was fraught (yes, I said fraught) with problems, emotional walls and passive aggressiveness. The best call being specifically made to inquire that if the true reason for my visit was because Andy and I were having marital problems.

But in all fairness, my mom did call me yesterday just to talk, and even said that she missed me and wished I lived closer.

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I am typing on my brand new ibook. I feel fabulous. Like a old time movie that just breaks out in a song and dance, this is my feeling. Like buying a new pair of shoes that are comfortable and wildly stylish, this is my mood. I love, love, love my ibook.

Because I can remote host.

Andy and Cindy

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I am drunk and just stepped in cat puke in my bare feet.

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Andy is programming and I promised not to bother him.

This is really hard for me. I like him. I like talking to him and getting tea for him. I like making food and telling jokes. I like jumping on the couch and making him laugh.

He just showed me the new code in the new program, code name *Murphy 6. He explained why he thought this portion was going to be tough and how he got around it by creating secondary files and some other wizardly stuff that my brain could grasp. I paused, and responded with, “I can do the splits! Wanna see!” He did. I showed him and then decided I should let him work.

I said, “I promise I won’t bug you any more”, as I walked up the stairs to find amusement with my friend the internet. He replied with, “we’ll see about that”.

I have an overwhelming desire to drop pencils on his head from the loft. I am restraing myself. Even in my hyper and manic state, I realize that this would be construed as “bugging”.

I am now going downstairs, silently, not even making eye contact with my very busy and productive husband to get more water for my ginger tea.

*Murphy 1=The original Murphy the dog
Murphy 2=Toonces the cat
Murphy 3=Jason the cat
Murphy 4=Cindigo dot com
Murphy 5=we’re not exactly sure who Murphy 5 is
And Murphy 6, formerly known as Special K.

Murphy is the name given to anything with the ability to “bug”.

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I forgot to mention the biggest decision of this last year besides my marriage to Mr. X is being reversed.

My ibook will be here Tuesday.

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Baseball season has begun.

One game on Sunday and a full schedule today. I’m sure I should write more about it, so I can look back on this season years from now and reminisce. But I’m not in the mood.

I will say that so far, it’s going really well, but day two isn’t a very large sample to draw from.

What I am in the mood for is pizza and a movie in bed. What I will settle for is a pear and surfing the internet.

Go XXXX (a free professional sports handicappers pick for tomorrow) and goodnight.

-I was going to say the team, but I thought I might jinx it. But…it might be a four lettered team from Chicago.