I'm Stalking...

These lovelies

They will be mine by the end of next week.

Wifey- 0

Dear Facebook,

You win.

Fondly,

Wifey

Rhetorical Questions

Remember when I said in my previous entry that I was going to post a ton of pictures the following day?

Then I didn't do it.

Remember when I restarted my laptop after installing 561 updates and Windows Service Pack 3 with the intention of posting a ton of pictures and then my computer completely. stopped. working.

I do.

Remember when the error message that popped up over and over and over really meant that I possessed a fraudulent copy of Microsoft Windows?...AND you bought that Microsoft Windows CD from ebay?

I do.

Remember when my computer-whiz uncle said that I either re-reinstall Windows and if it doesn't work then I need to chuck my computer for a new one?

Yeah that wasn't nerve wrecking.

Long story short- we're now back on track. Computer works, itunes works, internet works.

Finally.

561 is a lot

This coming week will be pretty interesting. I don't have to watch G or K since they have family in town and/ or don't have to work. Plus, Devin has to work for 7 days straight. This will be our first Christmas that we won't physically be together. Fortunately he'll just be down the street.

All the free time this week will come in handy. Our internet is up and running*.... finally. I've spent the last two hours agonizing over updating my Itunes. Not only did my computer save every music file ever but it also decided it needed to duplicate them all into my newly installed Itunes. Now that it's fixed I can import the 10 cd's we've purchased since moving to our neck of the woods. (Certain people should keep an eye out for new cd's coming their way... you know who you are.)

Additionally- at the end of this week our home will begin to house a flurry of relatives: parents, in-laws, and a BFF. Which means that I have to clean up the house and reorganize everything that I've been slacking on. For some reason, however, the crazy person inside of me decided that this is the PERFECT time to paint our bedroom.... plum. Which requires multiple applications. I'm only at application #1. Only three more to go.

It occured to me- probably when painting- that family would be here Christmas day. Which means that we must eat Christmas dinner. And since I'm hosting Christmas that means I'll be in charge of Christmas dinner. Anyone who knows me can testify that my type of cooking requires 1.) Milk and cereal, 2.) A take out menu or 3.) Screwing up recipes. Did I mention that whatever I make will have to feed 7 people? Going out to eat is out of the question. I'm assuming that since restuarants, or anything else for that matter, are not open on Sunday's or after 7pm that they'll probably not be open for Christmas.

... Alright I got nothing else to say.

Check back tomorrow for pictures. Lots and lots of pictures.

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* Because our internet is working it was finally able to install automatic updates. All 561 of them.

So Fast

I can finally confirm that we have internet! However, I'm posting from good old Missouri tonight. Our connection is good but my laptop, unfortunately, is not. Since I scratched my hardrive earlier this year it's been making my life miserable attempting to get it back to square one. Looks like it should be fixed this week.

Why Missouri? I've been in town for a few days visiting my grandparents. Being the responsible, loving grandchild that I am I try to to make it out to see them once every couple of years. I get to enjoy dinner at 3:30pm (2:30pm WA time), help them remember things, play with their 5 (!) animals, and enjoy grandparent-doting. They, in return, get to visit with me, introduce me as "the grandaughter from California," and ask when great-grandchilden are arriving. (You know, the ones I ordered.)

The three things I am soaking up:

1. Sleeping in: I realized how much I missed causually waking up at 8am. The two families I nanny for keep me rising early.

2. Fireplaces: It's been years since I've been in the presence of a real fireplace that uses, like, real wood and, like, produces real ashes.

3. Electric blankets: note to Wifey- must. get. one. These lovelies have been around forever and why I don't have one on my bed is something I've been pondering these last few days.

Being at my grandparent's house is a fun time but this visit is a little strange for me. There are pictures on the wall of me when I was 5 years old, 12 years old, etc. Memories of different vacations we've taken that seem like just yesterday. Furniture that belongs to generations before me litter the house. Grandparents now on 6 medications and forget if they ate breakfast that morning. Now more pictures of great- grandchildren and recent weddings fill their livingroom.

As I sit here and drink my tap-filled Fiji water I can't help but wonder how the time went by so fast. Five minutes ago I was 4 years old, in Ventura, swatting my grandparent's dog, Alex*, with a newspaper and eating Cheerios with honey with my grandpa as he insisted that I call him by his first name. (He didn't want to be called grandpa) Now I'm Missouri, 23 years old, missing my husband and dog, watching my grandpa's memory fade and wondering how easy it'll be to visit my brother if, or when, he moves out of state.

Crazy. Just crazy.



And for the record... Missouri is still Missouri.

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*Alex was my height and huge when I was little. He'd get right in my face unless I smacked his nose with a rolled up newspaper. One look room him and I was crying.

Aggravation

I was going to do a post from the comforts of my living room today.

Someone got the internet installation date wrong.

I won't say who.







Ps: it wasn't me.