October 28, 2007
T-minus hours, days, and weeks
Just a handful of hours until pumpkin party time. 'Tis the hour of hand-wringing and last minute list-making. I think we're mostly set, except the last minute cleaning and some assorted tasks.
November will be the month of scrimping and saving. It's not that we have gone ballistic with spending wads of cash, but between the party, Conan's trip to the track (and purchase of a firesuit), and completing our living room and foyer area we have spent more money than I'm really comfortable with. But then again, my mom was the queen of frugality--washing out plastic bags, reminding us that there are perfectly good leftovers in the fridge, asking us to please use what we have. So some of that mentality has leaked into my brain. A good thing, to be sure. I predict a lot of knitted and handmade Christmas gifts this year, and so I have started early with a Branching Out for my MIL. My brother's wife will get a Shetland Triangle but other than that I need to list out and do some planning.
The issue is that I'm not sure when/if I'll have time. A month ago, I was concerned about my career development but over the past week I have been asked to do two presentations this upcoming month...all on top of an already-busy month work-wise. Again, a good thing to be sure but one of those things where you just need to take a deep breath and plunge into it.
October 21, 2007
Retrospective
2:15 on a Saturday found me in the process of rounding a very sharp curve at around 70 mph, but that's ok because it was an "officially sanctioned" thing and I was in the passenger seat. I was thrilled, slightly scared, but none the worse for wear. Conan saw me afterwards and asked "How was it?" I didn't answer, grinned from ear to ear, and asked, "Where do I sign up?"
At one point, the car topped over 100 mph, and I only knew this because I glanced at the speedometer very surreptitiously.
Have I ever told you how much I love my mom? I love her because she is not afraid to try new things. She doesn't care if it's outside of her comfort zone. She will play soccer with His Honor, sit at a table and put parallelogram pieces together, play a steel drum, drink a new flavor of beer, almost whatever. When you grow up half a world away in a very poor country and honest-to-Betsy walked to school in your bare feet, not a whole lot seems to faze you. I love her stories and her strength and her pointed criticism (although with the latter, I don't love it well until after it has been dispensed). I wish everyone had a mum like mine.
October 14, 2007
Kicking Up Leaves
Whew. The allium are in the ground, all 25 bulbs. We'll see if they break up the ornamental grass monotony in our front yard come May next year. I really should be trimming back some of the greenery in our front yard, but for some reason I just keep on planting and planting more. Maybe I'm in landscaping denial. We've got some weird ground cover issues that I simply don't have the energy to deal with.
Yesterday was a rainy Saturday. I secretly love rainy Saturdays. I don't feel compelled to do much except muck around the house, nagging my husband. I shouldn't say that-there is more than enough to do these days, between work and home, etc. I celebrate Halloween for basically the entire month of October. Why wait until the end of the month to decorate and drink cider? You could knit yourself a candy corn hat while you're at it.
And now, it's random picture time:
October 01, 2007
It's that time again
Dearest husband,
No, they do not make adult-sized Patrick Starfish Halloween costumes. And no, I am not going to make one for you. I don't think they have large-enough craft foam to fit a 6'3" male frame.
Xoxoxo,
your wife