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Keep it upstairs for the grand finale

It’s been a long time since I updated.

Since then:

  • I have missed Gilligan like burning
  • We have eaten over at the neighbors and had the neighbors over manymanytimes
  • I had shishkabobs for the first time in memory. It was excellent. Thanks to Mr and Mrs Right.
  • My mother had her last class ever. WHEEEEEEEEEEE (then she went to Rome with her twin and one of my uncles)
  • My father came to visit. I’m not talking about it.
  • My mother in law came to visit.
  • My aunt in law came to visit
  • My brother in law visited and bought a tshirt and cologne. Each was over $100. I am still in shock
  • My MIL and I had a great trip. I miss her. Not like burning, but still pretty heavily.
  • My MIL and I got manicures and pedicures.
  • My MIL and I went into a creepy looking meat store together. MIL told the cashier? owner? only person in the store? that before walking in, we had worked out a plan to kill them and get away if it turned out they turned their customers into long pig. Thankfully she did this as we were walking OUT. I will never be able to go back.
  • My Aunt in Law, Brother in Law and I had a late night conversation about sexuality that was mostly AIL and I talking about gay sex and shocking Bear and BIL to death. Those boys have such delicate sensibilities. I’m just glad MIL was sleeping. I also learned from AIL that women should be like turtles for their husbands…. I’m not even sure I can explain it. But it has to do with sex. And sea turtles. And variety.
  • MIL made us homemade chicken noodle soup. It was fantastic.
  • We fed the birds and chipmunks and squirrels so my MIL could see the birds when she woke up in the morning. We now have a trap to hopefully kill some squirrels/chipmunks. Hate them, but mostly the chipmunks. I DID NOT BUY THE BIRDSEED FOR YOU. STOP DIGGING UNDER MY PATIO. AND STOP CHITTERING AT ME.
  • We are getting/going to get a new roof.
  • We had an attack of the flies in the house. That was disgusting.
  • My husband has asked “Are you ever going to blog again?”
  • Bear and I looked at (buying?) $2000 speakers that were larger than him.
  • My husband took me to the most disgusting house EVER in search of speakers. ONLY BECAUSE I LOVE HIM THAT MUCH AND MARRIED HIM DID I GO IN THIS HOUSE.
  • I almost died walking down decrepit, filthy, steep stairs carrying 60lb speakers. With flies and mosquitoes EVERYWHERE.
  • I made the only significant progress on my research that I’ve made since… 2009? I don’t know. It feels huge.
(Gilligan, the title is from Blank Slate by The National)

best one of the year

Two of my family are visiting and have completely changed the house for Bear and I (so much better). Our TV and couch and garage and tool organization and washer and dryer and our networking (TV and internet). They’ve all been improved or moved or fixed. It’s stunning. Our neighbors completely transformed our front and back yards. All of this since Wednesday. We’ve been having a blast and are loving the changes.

Bear has been cooking for us and it’s all been amazingly good. Succulent meats and smooth starches and balancing vegetables and accents (is cranberry sauce an accent? I think so) have had us all very happy when we aren’t working and freezing.

We’ve still got a ways to go, but I hope everyone is having a wonderful Thanksgiving.

Drool

World hanging upside down

I hate when I don’t keep up with this site. I mean, it would have been nice if I’d written about a friend of Bear’s and his wife and kid coming over. Bear’s friend, we’ll call him Cooper, because Linda said so. We’ll call his wife Olive and the kid is The Kid. I’m in love with The Kid. I feel like I should have warned Cooper and Olive that I’d fall in love with their kid, but since I knew I’d be able to control it, I didn’t bother.

Well, so they came over and Coop took Bear outside and they demolished our yard. It looks a million times better and as soon as Bear gets to play with his lawnmower and mows, it’ll look awesome. He doesn’t think so, but he can’t picture what it USED to look like and compare them in his head. Also, he’s a pessimist, but we all knew that, so it’s not like it’s a surprise.

I’m chatting with Linda as I write this and I just realized, I really wish I could retroactively go back and name her. Of course, off the top of my head there’s a million things I could call her on this blog, Brain and Gilligan are my favorites right now though. I’d be happy to be Pinky.

Ok, now that I got that off. Um. Yeah. I had a great time having Coop and the family over. I’ve never seen a kid have so much fun with a washing machine. I really never would have imagined that a basement could be like the greatest toy ever, but I can’t tell you how very COOL it was when seen through The Kid’s eyes. It really was. hours. of. entertainment. Bear, very appropriately, cooked salmon. Olive’s a vegetarian/pescatarian. Food was kinda a topic along with trees and our basement.

So I was gonna write about something boring I think, but remembering how much fun the weekend was and how much we love our fucking house and the fact that we have a neighborhood “get-together” this weekend at a neighbor’s house, I think this is just gonna be another entry stating how fucking much we love our house. I mean, I can’t imagine the apartment ever would have entertained a 3 yr old. Hell, the house needs it’s own name if it’s gonna go out of it’s way like that.

(for Linda: title is from The Cave by Mumford & Sons)