Only One More

And thank goodness for that! Last night was my second to last class of the semester. I can't wait for it to be over. In my anxiousness I managed to forget I would still have homework assigned. I have two chapters to read and two quizzes to take by next week. Um, painting, remember? No time for this nonsense.

I'm taking a shortened lunch break to make up for my extra long one yesterday. I had to rush home, scoop up Paulie, and zip him over to the vet to get fitted for an e-collar. Apparently he's having an adverse reaction to the dissolvable sutures from his castration (what an awful word). A wonderful vet tech cleaned him all up and reassured me that he was fine. He does not like the collar though. Worry, worry, worry. What will I do when I have children?

Speaking of, I am leaving work early today for a doctor's appointment to discuss the cysts. Hopefully, I'll have a better idea of what I'm up against in a few hours.

The Meme Meme

As mention by Repressed Librarian, Scott Eric Kaufman has asked (or begged) for our help. He's attempting to track memes on the internet.

Go there, check it out, and then mention it on your blog. Ding, ding!

It's all in the name of science, baby!

Melted Butter

I know you're all probably sick of the home-improvement themed posts already, but we still have a long road in front of us. Let's just say, Home Depot is really loving me and my Discover Card at the moment. The cashier tonight even recognized me because I've been in there so often. Ugh.

I took the afternoon off from work to capitalize on daylight hours for painting. I did the first coat in the master bedroom. Two windows and two doors really slow things down. My fiance's comment when he stopped by after work, "It's more yellow than I thought it would be." Uh, dude, it's called melted butter.

I dropped by D&D's house to leave the biggest check I have ever written for Uncle D for the bathroom. This Saturday, we need to buy the tiles for the floor. Hopefully we can find some good closeouts where he's sending us. And hopefully, they take Discover.

It's 8pm, my fiance still isn't home, and we still haven't had supper. Is it bedtime yet?

Painting Ceilings

Work has really picked up. This might impact my blogging. I may have to do more of it on my own time.

I finished painting the ceiling in the master bedroom. Apparently, one coat is not enough when it's been around 25 years since the last fresh coat's been applied. I got the first coat on in the mid-sized bedroom before I ran out. Two gallons got me through one and a half rooms. Ugh. Home Depot, here I come!

D&D got the carpet pulled up out of the middle bedroom. So that room is in the midst of a big transition. The little bedroom is serving as a bit of a storage room with half-filled boxes and odd pieces of furniture.

My next goal is the first coat of wall paint in the master, and then the second coat on the ceiling in the middle bedroom. It's hard to paint after work though because once the sun sets the house gets so dark. I hope to speak to my boss about using some of my vacation time. I feel motivated.

Black Friday

I have only on the very rare occasion ventured forth on Black Friday. Once it was because I was away at college at BU, so our parents took my sister and me to the mall to get present ideas. When I worked in retail management, I managed to only have to work one of the days after Thanksgiving. I arrived at some ungodly hour only to discover that each and every parking spot in our lot was taken up by the lunatics waiting to get into the Best Buy next door (these were two stand alone stores, not a strip mall). Not for me, thanks.

Now I make every effort to steer clear of the entire area surrounding said frenetic activities. But I decided it was time for yet another trip to Home Depot yesterday. Fortunately, the big store is located at the first stoplight in the corridor of development that is springing up (or has sprung up already) near the new house. I was actually able to slip in, wander aimlessly around the store for well over an hour, and slip back out without any headache at all.

I bought ceiling paint and other odds and ends. Today my goal is the ceiling in the master bedroom. And possibly a return trip to Home Depot for the wall paint I picked out.

A Lifetime of Crushes

I've been tagged by Beth to reveal my girlhood crushes. What better way to spend Thanksgiving morning, since I don't have to do any of that nasty cooking business. I should warn you though, my stories will probably be much less funny than Beth's.

Since she started with celebrity crushes, I think I will too. Being born in the mid-70s, I was ripe for the picking when it came to guys like Michael Jackson and Kirk Cameron, both of whom I had foam board posters of in my room. Although I should probably not admit it to the internet at large, I was one of the many junior high girls obsessed with the New Kids on the Block. In my defense though, I never did see them in concert.

As a segway into real life, my most respectable celebrity crush from my youth was that of Robert Redford. I recall a rather embarrassing moment when I emphatically told my father that there were only two handsome men on the planet, Robert Redford and Russell K., because of his resemblance to RR. The embarrassing part was that Russell was the husband of one of my father's co-workers and a member of the Killer Frogs softball team that my parents played on. So of course, my father promptly told him! It still makes me squirm when I see him to this day (only mildly because really, it's kinda cute).

As for the boys...

There was Matt H. from day camp the summer after 4th or 5th grade, someone that also ended up playing on the Killer Frogs. Dang, this really is a small town sometimes!

There was Dave from day camp the summer after 7th grade. He was a big Oakland Athletics fan. That was the first time my father saw that his loyal Dodger's daughter could be swayed by some interloper. To this day, he assumes that my interest in any sport must be linked to a crush on one of the male players or one of the male fans.

In junior high I had a crush on Josh K (just joshin', as my friends used to say). He had one of those ridiculous flat-topped, spiked hair cuts, the really tall kind. Fortunately, that was gone by the time I hooked up with him in Boston, our first semester of college. I've not seen him since, but I've heard that Boston worked out even less well for him than it did for me.

The biggest crush of my life happened my junior year in high school. I was a big nerd who barely even knew I existed. I really thought no one could see me. So when I saw This! Boy! I just stared and stared every time I saw him in the hall or the lunchroom. Matt M. was the cutest boy in school and popular and a senior. He was also my first kiss. I think it would be safe to say that if I were to see him again he'd still probably make me weak in the knees and make my stomach do flips.

For the tagging portion of the program, I'd like to read about the crushes of a lifetime from Sara, Mary, Casey, and Repressed Librarian. Will anyone play?

The Saga Continues

I did finally speak to my doctor yesterday morning. She suggested that I come into the office next week to go over options, which include possibly taking clomid, a fertility drug. Among all the lovely side affects, there is also a 10% increased chance of twins. Of which we already have two sets in our immediate extended family (grandfather and cousin's daughters).

I do have occasional and brief stabs of pain in my lower abdomen. But I'm so used to having some level of discomfort in some part of my body that I've more or less ignored them. Now I wonder if it has something to do with the cysts.

I was pretty upset at work yesterday, but an evening of grinding cranberries and moving furniture with my parents really helped to cheer me up. Weird, eh?