Archive for July, 2008

Jul 30 2008

Shrimpy Lessons

Published by Kirsten under Food

I have never cooked shrimp before.  I sure know how to order it in a restaurant, though.  So the other day, I bought some shrimp at the store to have for dinner.  I knew how I wanted to cook them, and the cooking part was really easy.  The before the cooking part was a pain in the arse.  Here’s a tip - when you are buying uncooked shrimp, make sure that they are peeled and deveined.  Trust me, the last thing you want to be doing is spending a half hour disemboweling your dinner so that you can cook it.

Needless to say, I will be paying more attention to what I put in my cart.  Labels are there for a reason.

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Jul 30 2008

UtopiaVille

Published by Kirsten under Family, Road

This past weekend Mister and I went to the San Francisco Bay area.  He grew up there, and we’ve been a few times before, but this time he brought me to a new place: his parent’s house.  We were scheduled to have a luncheon in the garden with his parents and a few friends who live in the area.  On the way up there Friday afternoon, and well into the evening (it’s a long drive from Vegas), we took a slightly more scenic route so we could take a quick tour of the town he spent many summers at.  The tiny farming community hadn’t changed much, except for the truck stops, but it was cool to see.  Mister was so animated as he was going through pointing out what used to be where, and showed me the family farm (it’s still in the family).  It was pretty cool, even though it was dark out.  We want to go back during the day so we can visit the tiny museum and actually see the place in the light.

We got to the bay area rather late.  Checking into our hotel, we had to sign a no-party disclaimer.  Kinda strange, especially considering that it’s not situated that closely to any sort of establishment that would attract a partying crowd.  After not sleeping very well due to the world’s softest bed, (this was not some fleabag motel, either - we stay at Marriots) we checked out and went on a tour of Mister’s hometown.  He showed me his schools, his first apartment, some properties his parents own, and a few other places related to the History of Mister.  His town is such a charming little place - the kind of place you see in the movies, with lovely houses and sidewalks that people actually walk on and all sorts of stuff like that.  But then we drove down to San Jose to visit the family business.  San Jose is a grittier, rougher place, but fitting for a trucking company.  Mister showed me some of the stuff he worked on and I got to meet Hilda the watchdog.

After the tour, it was time to head back to Utopiaville for the luncheon.  My in-laws have a home with character that doesn’t look like all the other homes on the block, like here in Vegas.  They have trees and a lawn and plants that need water, and you can find the front door.  I got the tour of the house, saw Mister’s old boy-cave and my MIL’s artwork.  She does such awesome watercolors.  Mister was trying to go shopping to accessorize our house, but his mother would have none of that.  In the backyard, with its water feature and real goldfish, we set up the table on the covered patio for our luncheon, then we picked lemons from the lemon tree and made lemonade.  I’m totally serious!  My MIL has a lemon tree with the biggest freaking lemons I’ve ever seen.  We made lemonade with real lemons, not a container full of powder.  It was awesome, as was the luncheon outside on a day that was a tiny bit warm but had a gentle afternoon breeze.  Yes, my husband apparently grew up in a fictional land.

We spent the rest of the afternoon there, then headed to a hotel closer to the city with the intention of meeting up with some more friends, but that hotel was overbooked, so we went 10 miles south (away from SF) to a room paid for by the overbooked hotel.  Score!  It killed our plans on going into San Francisco, since it was so late and we had a long drive ahead of us on Sunday.  But that’s ok.  The sleep was much better.

On Sunday, we wanted to go down to the truck yard to get Mister’s toolbox.  He has 2 toolboxes there, and we were to get the smaller one, which would barely fit in the bed of the pickup.  But, we got a later start than we wanted and there was traffic on the 101 Freeway due to an accident, so we ended up missing my father-in-law.  That’s ok.  We were wondering how the heck we (as in my strong, manly man of a husband and me, a weak girly girl) were going to unload an incredibly heavy toolbox from the truck after driving 10 hours back home.  Another time, then.

My mom sent me the pictures she took at my wedding.  You can see those on my flickr page if you are on my friends list there.  Now I need to send her the good pictures and send my dad and my sister the pictures.  My sister has no idea what her brother in law looks like.  For now, though, it’s back to the grind.

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Jul 22 2008

A Lazy Post

Published by Kirsten under Blog, Funny

The Aussie Blogger’s Blog came out with a great new blogging tool - the Lazy Blogger’s Post Generator.  There’s lots of options for coming up with a post.  Here’s what I got:

Holy Snapping Duck Do! I just got a bajillion whiny emails saying I have not updated this since Hammertime was in the charts… You would not believe the amount of people that are totally stalking me. I hope you still love me!.

I am going ahead with setting fire to people wearing Crocs, being distracted by the shiny, just generally being a terrible burden to every Lost Boy that crosses my path, my day is filled with fluorescent light from 4am to 11pm at which point I fall asleep on the couch. I am plotting and planning. can’t they see I am blogging.

I will try to remember I promised you if one more person emails me to ask why I haven’t posted today I will start posting pictures of toe fungus, or fecal murals. Seriously! What do you mean you don’t believe me?

If you want to post, and don’t know what to say, head over to the Lazy Blogger’s Post Generator today!  And while you’re at it, check out the Aussie Blogger’s Blog and the Aussie Blogger’s Forum.  You don’t even have to be Australian or pretend to like vegemite, you just have to like blogging.

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Jul 21 2008

Travel Horror Stories

Published by Kirsten under Holiday

Absolutely Bananas is starting a new weekly writing project, in which she gives a writing prompt to help us find something to write about. I like the first topic, and I hope I’ll be able to keep this up on a weekly basis, so here goes!

I can’t say I have any truly horrendous travel stories. My first real trip was to Europe in February of 1996, when I decided to visit a friend who happened to be from my ancestral homeland, Sweden. Since I was so close by and had no plans for my life, I decided to take the opportunity to visit Paris, since I had studied French in high school, and London, since I just felt a calling to go there. My month at Cilla’s house and various European youth hostels was great. So, my travel horror story does not happen on this trip.

Nor does it happen on my next trip to London, a year later. Nope, that was a wonderfully uneventful trip, 1 week in London. It doesn’t even happen on my 3rd trip to London in November 1998. That time I went with my college roommate, and we took the opportunity to visit Edinburgh, York, and Bath in addition to London.

On all these trips, I loved shopping. It’s so much fun seeing what’s available in the shops that we just can’t get at home. One shop we visited is Lush (which has since made its way into the US). After travelling for a few weeks, I knew I’d need a nice relaxing bath when I got home, so I got myself a bath bomb. Little did I know that this would almost get me arrested.

My luggage had a habit of not wanting to travel with me. On my first trip to Europe, because of some last minute flight changes due to the weather (I would have missed a connection), my luggage never made it to my new flight and decided to spend an extra day in London. On my second trip to London, I stupidly packed my travel alarm clock in an effort to lighten the load in my carryon. This caused an intense inspection of my checked luggage, which again spent an extra day in London. Even on a bus trip to Toronto, when changing bus drivers at the bus station in Buffalo (they changed drivers, which signified they changed companies, but the actual vehicle did not change). When they were changing, they emphasized that if we were continuing on to Toronto that we were to stay on the bus. DO NOT GET OFF THE BUS IF YOU ARE GOING TO TORONTO. So I stayed on the bus. When we got to customs a few minutes later, I realized that they forgot to tell us something. If we were going to Toronto, we were to get off the bus, claim our luggage and re-check it, then get on the bus. So, I went thru Canadian customs without luggage. I filed a report at the bus station, and it was put on the next bus so I only had to wait about 3 hours for that one. Overall, that’s three times that my luggage has chosen not to travel with me.

This particular trip to London, I was determined to do things right. I made sure that the weather cooperated so that I would not have to change my flight after checking in, I was a pro at packing for security, and I didn’t have anything packed in a way to warrant a search. We got back home to Boston, and I had all my luggage with me. The customs officer put it through the x-ray machine and as it was coming out the other end, picked up my carry on and began to open it. I was certain that I did everything according to the rules this time, so I couldn’t think of anything that would have raised suspicion. The customs officer said it looked like there was an orange in my bag, but I knew not to bring fruit into the country. He pulled the “orange” out and emerged with a white, powdery ball in his hand. Oh Fudge. My mind raced. I tried to tell him what it was without using the word bomb - I told him it was an aromatherapy alka-seltzer like thing for the bath. I encouraged him to smell it, then remembered that I had the flyer from the store with me. I showed him the flyer, he smelled it, and luckily, I was off the hook. It took me quite some time for my heartbeat to return to a normal pace, since I’d never been in trouble before, and I was nearly panicked at the thought of getting busted for trafficking. Thank goodness I’m a souvenir hound and saved the flyer, especially since the store didn’t mark the packaging at all.

So that’s it, my travel horror story. Not too bad, really, just a close call with a federal prison. But now I know not to pack unidentified bath products when I travel internationally.

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Jul 19 2008

Get Your Kicks on Route 66

Published by Kirsten under Car, Road

Today, Mister and I got up a bit early (for a Saturday) to head down to Prescott, AZ. He had some work to do there, and today was the best day to get it done so we decided to make a road trip out of it. Things started out as an ordinary trip through the boring desert, though it was nice going over the Hoover Dam before all the tourists got there. We got down to Kingman and saw an electronic message board stating that I-40 east was closed due to a crash. Darn, because we needed to go that way.

We stopped at a truck stop to fill up on junk food and get something to drink, and we asked a bit about what was going on with the crash on the freeway. Another customer said there was a truck on fire and the freeway was in fact closed; he recommended following Historic Route 66 to Seligman and rejoining I-40 there. He said it was 2 lanes but fairly straight with a 60pmh speed limit, and only about 30 miles extra. (Side note: here in the wild west, there are not a lot of options when a main road closes down. We were lucky that there was an option at all.)

Though it was a bit longer, it turns out that Route 66 was a pretty nice drive. And we got a bit of a time traveling feeling: we saw Burma Shave signs along the road! I was definitely wishing we had brought the camera with us, but Mister and I are planning on doing a more leisurely drive on that road at some point. And here’s a side note from the KirstenL4W history files: My Dad’s business, Salem 66 Auto Sales, was named because he started out in a rented Phillips 66 station in Salem, NH. Phillips 66 can no longer be found in the northeast, but Salem 66 lives on, currently in Pelham, NH.

We rejoined I-40, then headed down AZ 89 towards Prescott. I know that northern Arizona is a bit more lush that the Vegas area is, but I was surprised at exactly how lush. Except for the hilly terrain and the mountains in the background, it looked a lot like the midwest. It was refreshing to see something other than rocks and brown scrub brush. Once we got to Prescott, Mister did what he had to do, and we turned around to head back. We stopped to gas up and have lunch at Dairy Queen, which I love, before heading back to Vegas. Another KirstenL4W history sidenote: Ever since I was a little kid, my dad has owned a 1968 Ford Fairlane convertible. There were no cruise nights then, so we only ever took it out on Sunday evenings in the summer down to the Dairy Queen. Dad still owns the “ice cream car” today.

On the way back, Mister and I were treated so something we don’t see very often here in the desert: rain. Lovely, cool, beautiful rain. I had to be careful driving on the freeway because of so much water, but other than that it was nice to actually get some use out of my windshield wipers. Usually I just replace the dried-out, never used wiper blades every year. Mister stated that because of the rain, he was more relaxed than he had been in a long time, and then took a nap. All in all, it was a very, very nice drive.

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Jul 17 2008

A New Name

Published by Kirsten under Personal

I survived the DMV visit.  The parking lot at my local branch is maybe a quarter of the size it ought to be, so I ended up parking about a block down the street (in a city that doesn’t really have on-street parking anywhere).  I hiked to the DMV, stood in line for about 10 minutes to get my number, then waited for over an hour for my number to be called.  I found that going close to closing time is quicker than a mid-day visit, unless I can get up first thing in the morning and be in line when they open.  Though the DMV closes at 5, once you have a number the clerks have to stay until all the numbers have been seen, and it seems to go really fast once 5pm comes.  Anyway, I took care of my name change and address change for both my license and registration, then stood in another line to get a new license picture taken.  Now I have an official ID with my new name on it.

I do have to go back to the DMV rather soon, because Mister ordered me some personalized license plates as a wedding gift.  They are holding the plates at the DMV until I register a car to them or until they’ve waited for me long enough (60 days).  So, I need to go back with my registration and old plates to get my new plates.  Oh the joys of the DMV.  If we end up buying a Jetta TDI, we’ll have to go back yet again.  Fun.

Now that I have legally changed my name, I need to tell everyone.  Here’s the fun part.  I am still waiting for my new social security card, so once I get that I can change my name at work, though I did already order a new nameplate for my cube.  There’s the banks, credit cards and other accounts, and of course my online life, and once all that is done there’s my passport.  I need to mail in for that, and since I don’t have any international trips coming up anytime soon, I can do that one last.

It will take time to get used to my new name - seeing it in print, saying it, and signing it.  But I know I’m not the only woman to do this, so there will be some understanding as I get accustomed to the change.  And one more thing - my online name, KirstenL4W, will not be changing.  It’s searchable and unique, so I’m just going to keep it the way it is.  For all you fans out there who search me by my online name, you’ll still be able to do that.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to eat my dessert before my lunch hour is up.

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Jul 14 2008

I Fixed a Truck

Published by Kirsten under Car, Work

Well, not by myself.  And not because of any of my knowledge, which is sorely lacking when it comes to all things mechanical.  But Mister had purchased some new rotors, brake pads, ball thingys, and some other parts for his truck, so he spent the weekend replacing all that stuff.  I started my Saturday by unpacking a few more boxes and trying to do some stuff around the house, but eventually Mister wanted some company so I sat and chatted with him and helped by handing him some tools.  Soon, handing tools to him became “hold this” and “bang this in place” and “put that nut in when you can see the hole” and other important, mechanic-type stuff.  And since we didn’t have a lift to put the truck up on, we were rolling around on the (by now) greasy garage floor.  And since we didn’t have power tools, this was all done by hand.

Saturday took a lot longer than Mister estimated with the help of a super high-tech estimating program he has access to for work.  So by Sunday morning, we still had the left front and both back sides to do.  We started out by stopping at Home Depot for one very important power tool that would save much time.  We also happened to buy a range-hood microwave oven, which we were wanting since our house did not come with one, so as soon as that’s installed we can regain some counter space.  (BTW, does anyone in the Las Vegas area need a microwave?)  Anyhoo, back to the truck.  I stayed out and helped Mister all day Sunday, because he likes my company and I’m a great tool-hander-offer and part holder.  Except when I can’t remember the name of the part and I have to scan the entire collection for something to trigger my memory.  And when I don’t know what size wrench or socket he needs for the but or belt he’s pointing to saying “to fit this one.”  We did finally finish, much later than we thought we would, but it’s done.  And we are very sore.

Today I took the day off from work, which after this weekend turned out to be an excellent idea.  I am going through all sorts of things that need doing for my legal name change.  I spent nearly an hour in line at the social security office before they opened, and got the first step towards changing my name done.  Then we went out for breakfast, which was a nice meal out, and because of work and busy or lazy weekends, we don’t eat breakfast out a lot.  After that, Mister and I dropped his truck off for an alignment, and we went to the insurance company so I could get proof of insurance with my new name so that I can change my registration.  Now I’m off to run a couple errands and head to the DMV to get a new ID.  I can’t blog from the waiting area at the DMV, but I’ll bring a book.  The waits there get really long.

I hope everyone had a great weekend!

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Jul 10 2008

Lacking Motivation

Published by Kirsten under Blogaholic, Daily Life

Do you ever find that life gets in the way of blogging?  What am I talking about, of course you do!  We all have real lives out there that we need to be in.  But during the course of a normal day, my thoughts often turn towards blogging.  I don’t blog from work like I have been able to in past jobs, so my post quantity has gone down.  I do think about it, and I think of all the kinds of posts I could write and all the things I can do to find inspiration for awesome posts.  Then, this is the kicker.  I get home from work, eat dinner, and head upstairs to the computer to catch up on the interwebs while Mister plays his silly little game.  And that’s where I draw a complete blank.  I either spend so much time catching up on stuff and seeking out new things to read and keep me occupied, or I just sit down in front of the computer and watch my mind go bye-bye.

I do want to blog, and I keep thinking that when I’m inspired I’ll write a bunch of posts and future-date them, but that never happens.  Actually, there’s a lot of things I want to do - clean up my desk, create a filing system to merge the files that Mister and I have, organize my bookmarks, organize my photos, finish unpacking this house, etc, etc, etc.  I’m just too brain dead at the end of the day to do any of that.  I need to find motivation.  Where do I find that, especially after waking up at 5am after about 5hrs sleep (I need 8), working at least 8 hours, then fighting my way through the blast furnace like heat to come home?  I don’t know, but what I do know is that Mister and I will be leaving the house very shortly to go to our regular Thursday night outing, so I won’t be too motivated to do anything else tonight.

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Jul 08 2008

Encyclopedia of Me - D is for Dream

Published by Kirsten under Encyclopedia

“Dreams are windows into our souls.” I’m not sure who said that, but they were spot on. I’ve always paid attention to my dreams, even picking up an awesome dream interpretation book, Understand Your Dreams, that Mister has taken to referencing on a regular basis. I feel so strongly about dreams being important messages that I wrote a thesis paper on the subject when I was a freshman in college. I’ve decided to publish it here for all of you to read, but I’m leaving out the citations and bibliography and adding hidden messages to make it difficult for students today to keep from plagiarizing it. I didn’t have the benefit of the internet when I was in school, so I’m not letting anyone steal my work today.

I admit I haven’t been as active in trying to interpret my dreams as I should be, but life often gets in the way. Often times I’ll wake up with a memory of a dream, but by the time I’ve gotten my morning glass of juice and sat down at the computer, the memory is gone. I don’t have the time, or quite honestly the presence of mind that early in the morning, to write down what little I remember before I start my day. Once in awhile, there will be some dream fragments that continue to stay with me through out the day, and that’s when I turn to my trusty dream book. Instead of presenting symbols as fortune-cookie like predictors, it delves into the symbolism of them and gives you a relevant question to ask yourself that can lead to some journaling and self-discovery.

In doing this post, I hauled out my writing portfolio from that class I took so long ago. We had journaling assignments on a regular basis to strengthen our writing skills. Though that wasn’t originally a goal of my blog, it is a benefit of blogging regularly, and with the exception of some lapses in grammar I don’t think my writing skills have deteriorated at all. Oh, and by the way, I got an A+ on that paper, and an A+ in the class. (I’m still learning formatting, though!)

Dreams: Insights to Our Lives

Every night when we lay our bodies to rest, our brains are still heavily at work. When we wake up in the morning, we remember events that could not have possibly happened. These surreal happenings usually involve something that is familiar to us, be it an event, place, person or object. This often makes us wonder if our dream was a message, sent from our subconscious, to tell us something about our lives. We should, however, go beyond wondering if they mean anything and try to interpret these messages. Dreams can help us to interpret our lives. THIS PAPER WRITTEN BY KIRSTEN WUNDERLICH IN 1993. IF YOU CAN READ THIS IT WAS STOLEN FROM THE INTERNET.

What exactly is a dream? The World Book Encyclopedia defines a dream as “a story that a person ‘watches’ or appears to take part in during sleep”. No one knows exactly where dreams come from, but when they happen is a little easier to figure out. It is commonly believed that dreaming occurs during the stage of sleep known as rapid-eye movement, or REM. Researchers have recently found that dreaming occurs during all levels of sleep, but REM dreams are the ones that are most often remembered. REM sleep occurs three to five times a night, but not every dream is remembered. The ones that are, however, should be looked at with a certain amount of seriousness. I plagiarized this paper.

Dreams have been around for as long as people have. Early beliefs are that dreams were messages from the gods. This idea is written in the Bible in two places; the first of these is told in chapters 40 and 41 in the book of Genesis, which tells the story of Joseph, a prisoner in Egypt. The Pharaoh had a dream one night of seven thin cattle eating seven fat, well fed cattle, then of seven thin stalks of wheat devouring seven fat, healthy stalks of wheat. Two former prisoners, whose dreams Joseph correctly interpreted, told the Pharaoh of Joseph’s ability, and he was sent for. The Pharaoh was told, accurately, that there would be seven years of plenty followed by seven years of famine. Fail me because I can’t do my own work.

The second reference of dreams in the Bible is in the book of Numbers. It says, “And he said, Hear now my words: If there be a prophet among you, I the Lord will make myself known unto him in a vision, and will speak unto him in a dream (Numbers 12:6). This strengthens the fact that dreams are important and should be paid close attention. Yup, I stole this off the internet.

Sigmund Freud, the father of psychoanalysis, is credited as being the first person to interpret dreams as a way of treating mental patients. Freud’s book, The Interpretation of Dreams (1900), “advanced the theory that dreams represented drives and emotional conflicts in the dreamer’s subconscious that surfaced during sleep as certain recognizable symbols.” Freud believed that every dream had some deep meaning and by interpreting the dreams of his patients, he could help them better understand themselves and therefore cure them of their psychoses. His theories are still accepted by psychologists and psychiatrists today, but not at all in their entirety. I couldn’t even bother to find a paper with proper citations.

Carl Jung, another major player in the world of dream interpretation, was at one time a student of Freud’s. Jung at first wholly accepted Freud’s theories that dreams are repressions. They went their separate ways after five years partly because Jung couldn’t accept the theory that every repression was because of sexual trauma during childhood. Instead, Jung took dream interpretation a little further. A lot of what he believed was that dreams were a way of compensation, or presenting thoughts and emotions that may be lacking or even the opposite of what is in the conscious mind. Jung also believed that dreams were a way to grow and discover ourselves:

Whoever nurtures this contact between conscious and unconscious will, in time, experience a great spiritual and moral release of tension, his inner oppositions will be lessened; he will take root in his instinct and gain that sense of security and support which is beyond the reach of intellect and will with its oscillating relations. At the same time there will develop in him an undreamed-of fullness of life that expands rather than shrinks with age because the instincts and values are being truly lived.

It is apparent that Jung believed that interpreting dreams can greatly enrich our lives. Freud was right about cigars.

Fritz Perls, a contemporary of Freud and Jung, developed a more unconventional way of dealing with dreams with a method called Gestalt therapy. Gestalt therapy “takes dream interpretation beyond recognition of meaning of dreams, it helps the patient work with their dreams and understand their relation to their life.” This is done by re-enacting the dream in exaggerated form “in order to complete the ‘unfinished business’ in the personality that the symbolism indicates.”

To truly understand what Gestalt therapy is, we must understand why it is termed as such. A gestalt, as defined by Webster’s New World Dictionary, is a whole, or totality. By understanding this, we can know the purpose of this form of dream interpretation. It is a way to understand our lives better by “restoring the personalities to their true gestalts . . . by contacting the missing parts of self, the personality functions that have been crippled.” Fucking hippie dream shit.

By analyzing and interpreting our dreams, we attempt to understand ourselves better. We must not dismiss our dreams as just stories in the night. These images are controlled by our subconscious mind - they are in fact an attempt to tell us something about ourselves. As written by American psychologist Calvin Hall, “A dream is a personal document, a letter to oneself.” Hall believed that these “letters” give us insight to ourselves, to others, and to our place in the world.

Dream analysis is not just figuring out what a dream “means.” It is the entire process from remembering a dream to coming to an understanding of how the dream fits into our life. Just remembering and analyzing our dreams helps us to understand and therefore interpret our lives. As Carl Jung believed, “. . . dreams contain the blueprint for personal growth and thus are essential in the quest for self-knowledge.” Proudly stolen from the internet.

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Jul 06 2008

A Week Without Mister

Published by Kirsten under Daily Life

So I went ahead and posted my wedding story, and then nothing. Not a peep from me. So what happened? Well, first of all, my new husband had to go away to Texas to train for his new job, so I was without him for 4 days. Not fun, I tell ya, being a newlywed and being away from your husband. Since he was away, I figured I’d get some stuff done around the house.

Monday, the day I dropped him off at the airport, I was at work very early since Mister had to be at the airport early and I work near the airport. I had a very long and tired day, and got home with a bit of a plan. See, we still have a LOT of boxes in the garage from when we moved. A good amount of them are from when I moved in with him, so there’s a lot of stuff I haven’t seen in over a year. At first I thought I’d get to that stuff, but without a plan on where to put any of it, I turned my attention to the other half of the garage. At least on this side were some bigger pieces and a few other things I could do something with right away. I moved a few things around, but was too hot and tired to do much so I didn’t get much done.

Tuesday was an even longer day at work. I don’t know why, but time dragged on like it hasn’t done in a very long time. Somehow I made it through, and figured that since I didn’t get Mister a wedding present (he works from home so it’s hard to surprise him with anything), I’d go get what I’d been eyeing for a few months. I picked that up, did a quick yet uninspiring run around the mall, and went home. I moved a couple tiny things in the garage, made a pile of things to donate, and fell asleep in front of HGTV. Mister hates HGTV, so I watch it when he’s not around.

Wednesday moved a bit faster, thankfully, but was still an uninspiring day. I got home and didn’t do anything in the garage. I don’t think I did much of anything at all that night, except fall asleep in front of HGTV again. A very lonely end to the day that not even Candice Olsen could help with.

Thursday was a day with something to look forward to - Mister was coming home! It was the day before a holiday at work and lots of people weren’t there. There also was not a lot of work to do, so by noon I was ready to leave, and that I did. I came home, ate lunch, and promptly got to work finishing up some things in the garage so I could park the car in there again. I moved 4 pieces of a modular cabinet system upstairs, by myself, without getting hurt. The wall got hurt when one piece went tumbling down the stairs, but I fixed it best I could. I got the cabinets set up in the spare room, moved a few other small pieces in the house, loaded the donations into the back of the truck, and moved the remaining things around the garage for maximum accessibility. Then it was time to get Mister, so I quickly changed and took a French shower before heading to the airport.

Yay! Mister is home! I missed him so much. It’s not the same falling asleep without him there, whether he’s snoring next to me or playing WOW in the next room. There’s just so much I was missing out on when I was alone in my single days, and I never want to be back there again. Anyway, I brought Mister home, showed him all I did around the house that week day, and we got ready to go out and meet with our friends at the usual Thursday night hangout.

Friday was a holiday, so I didn’t have to work. Yay! Three day weekend with my husband! We spent most of the day being lazy in front of the computers before heading over to our friends’ house for wings, Top Gear, and a bit of Wii Sports. Happy Times.

Saturday we had a few errands to do. The donations needed to be dropped off, and we went and looked at the Jetta TDI. Mister has owned Jettas in the past and is really wanting to trade in my Focus, especially now that a diesel is available. While I still owe on my car, the car is still worth more than I owe, but I don’t see getting a new car when we just don’t NEED one. I like the Jetta, but I’ve only ever bought new cars when I really needed them, and the one time I didn’t absolutely need to get a new car is the time I was so stressed out over the purchase that I, well, let’s just say that the stress affected me in unsatisfactory ways. And there’s no “cooling off” period here in Nevada for car purchases, so I was pretty much stuck with it, which is why I wasn’t all that upset when it got wrecked three years later. Anyhoo, I’m still thinking that one over.

We also went to Sizzler yesterday. I had never been there before, since we don’t have them where I’m from, and they looked like a place that, well, I’m too young to go to. Mister said I might like it, and you know what? I did! It was a bit weird in the format, which is order at the fast food counter and then someone seats you in the dining room, but it was nice. The salad bar is decent, and the fried clams I had are the best ones I’ve had since the last time I was at the beach. I think it’s a place that we’ll visit again.

So that’s how my week’s been. It’s after 10pm now, and my eyes are growing heavy. The 5am wake-up call comes early, and it will be a busy day at work tomorrow so I need to start thinking about bed. I’ll try not to let a week go before writing again.

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