I have managed to get poison oak on only my face. What, did I just sniff a bush of poison oak? I thought it wasn’t very noticeable, but every person I ran into yesterday and today inquired about it. I am itchy – (so is Jeremy, by the way, he has some nice hives all over his body. The team that scratches together stays together!)
The day we moved into the new house (now well over a week ago), Edda had her 24 hour EEG. We were able to do it most of the procedure at home, we went into the clinic for just an hour or so to get the electrodes attached to her head and then she wore a fanny pack all day and all night. The next morning, we FedExed the whole thing back to the clinic.
We took a walk in the afternoon with Edda’s head all turbaned up, we made quite a scene – mouthing, wheelchair and head all bandaged. People practically broke out into a sprint from across a lobby to hold open doors for us. They were all thinking: “What the heck happened to her?
Even though we pay for super-duper Internet, we don’t pay for cable TV – mainly because we are addicted enough to the Internet, we don’t need another electronic opiate in the house. So I’ve missed out on American Idol, Gray’s Anatomy and other things I don’t even know about. I still follow celebrity gossip happily, but I often have no idea why the people I’m reading about are famous.
However, I was hungering a bit for some Olympic action, so Jeremy went out and bought some rabbit ears, and I just can’t believe the quality of broadcast digital TV. It’s beautiful!
Vince has also discovered broadcast TV – so we’ve gotten a few, “I can’t leave now, it’s time for my cartoon!” We have not yet succumbed to Tivo, which I believe only works with cable and not rabbit ears. Perhaps we’ll have to hitch the old VCR to tape some digital broadcast TV cartoons. Talk about retro…
I mowed the lawn today.
Last night, we went to the Montgomery County Ag Fair. It’s the 60th anniversary of the fair, so perhaps I should have gotten the commemorative T-shirt, but I did not. I think the last time I went was exactly 20 years ago, I remember clearly riding the tilt-a-whirl and winning a stuffed unicorn and hanging out with my high school pals.
Now as an adult, I would not go to the fair, I find it a bit too crowded, the food too greasy, the rides too scary and just a little overwhelming. Also, I don’t really think of Montgomery County as being agricultural (not like where Jeremy’s parents live in Dutchess County, NY) but I really wanted to introduce Yvonne to the wonders of America – so off we went! It’s so nice to go to a fair with someone who has never heard of:
A monster truck rally.
Fried Oreos (which were delicious, I had never had them before! we also introduced Yvonne to the corn dog (which I believe she thought looked obscene) and funnel cake).
Midway games, we are now the host family of Cindy, the fair goldfish.
We lasted 2.5 hours at the fair, which was pretty good considering Edda did not care for the fair at all. We tried taking her on the carousel, but she was crying and hit me in the head a number of times to tell me that she was pissed that she was made to go on a ride she indicated clearly that she did not want to go on.
Now some photos of rabbits and chickens, which are the least stinky of all the barn animals:
The internet got installed at the house yesterday. We were really roughing it for the past few days. We are well and will post soon!
Lately, I’ve been going out on some dates. While I’m not going to talk about them on the blog, I think it’s quite interesting to take note of how I react to people and dating.
I guess I’ve been single for a long time, and I’m under the impression that I do want to be with someone. But I think it’s funny to note my pattern – basically I flirt with everyone, and don’t pursue it past that. (I do have a very loose definition of what flirting is.) For the most part, it’s fun, and mostly harmless. We talk, we laugh, connect and generally have a good time. But a couple things I think emerge from my pattern:
– I don’t want to be hurt
– I don’t want to hurt someone else
– Being responsible for someone else’s feelings/well being weighs heavily on me
I think it comes from some sort of insecurity about the future, or the uncertainty surrounding my life. But perhaps on the flipside, being committed to someone, some place, something, would ground me… but do I want to drag someone into that process?
Well off to Half Dome. Fun. We’ll be doing a crazy 1.5 day trip. Should be good.
Also just for kicks, a friend of mine managed to get reservations at the French Laundry after redialing for FOUR hour straight. That’s worse than buying an iPhone.
Edda is still slowly pulling out of her summer cold. Vince’s version lasted for 3 days, so this is day 3 for Edda and it’s plotting the same course. Jeremy mentioned that it’s good she’s getting better since she has her 24 hour EEG tomorrow morning. I’m looking at her now, she’s watching Little Einsteins, tottering around in her diaper and pantsless and smiling. It’s a good thing.
Jeremy took the day off to help coordinate the movers who came today to shelp all of our stuff from the basement of my parents’ house to the new house about 15 minutes away. Jeremy loves the physicallity of moving – he loves to pack and unpack and decide where all the furniture goes. I don’t really care that much and this move in particular, I got a little but of joshing about my non-professional packing job that I did with the office/desk/papers that were in the study – so I ended up packing only the things that belonged to me (which I consider to be pretty much just my own clothes). Jeremy and I have a long running joke in our marriage that I don’t actually own any of our stuff, it’s all just his. I refuse to “own” anything because I’m in love with the idea that my life can fit in my car which is some throwback to a my fantasy about living in NYC in a studio apartment by myself with a futon and a crate for a chair.
Found out today that one of my ex-girlfriends is getting married next year. I’m actually pretty happy for her, and tho we dated for only a brief period, I look back pretty fondly on the relationship. However I do find it pretty funny in a couple ways:
1) I find it funny that I have go seek out information about my ex-girlfriends. Not a single one of my friends ever offers me information about them. Dating a guy, breaking up with a guy, getting engaged. That’s all pretty juicy gossip. Not a whisper.
2) For this particular ex, we only dated for like 2-3 months. But it was a funny time in both our lives, as she had broken up with her first bf, and I was trying to get over an ex of mine as well. A little bit after we broke up, she ended up going out with him again, and today, I find out they are getting married. Just think it’s a bit funny how I managed to get slotted in the middle of all that somewhere.
We talk once in a very blue moon… but always sorta curious about how she viewed our relationship. I’ll probably never end up knowing. 🙂
In other random news, there’s another possibility that another one of my ex’s is married and preggers! Tho, my sources could be totally making that up… I’ll have to get confirmation sometime in the near future.
