Missing: Clothes

I am going through my clothes this morning and I'm thinking, "dude, I thought I had more clothes." Is it that nothing fits anymore? Am I just tired of everything? Have I unpacked all my stuff? Anyway, I couldn't find anything to wear, so I ended up in an outfit that's especially drab and boring. I feel like I am a black & white movie character in a color movie. I should be eating parsnip pie in a depression camp.

My office

This is what happened today so far:

1. An argument.
2. An ad crisis.
3. So and so, who keeps talking and talking and talking about her house.
4. Me and you know who making cracks about So and so.
5. Someone else is at anger management classes.

Whenever I'm here, I am releived that I am myself and not anyone else.

Suffragette City.



Our house was built in 1910. In 2010, if we still live there...and I hope we do because I am seriously hating the idea of ever moving again, we're going to throw a birthday party for it.

Here's what was happening in 1910.

This afternoon in 2004, I'm going home to a stainless steel refridgerator that makes crushed ice on demand. I should also put on some Gershwin and glide around the dining room in my socks...just to balance that out.

Pleasant Weekend

Wine party, bike rides, kickball. Nice weekend all around. Sunday was the first day where we didn't really have to get up and do something in the morning and I was super exhausted from the previous night's wine party and wanted so badly to sleep in and relax. The bed was so warm and cozy...but Leon wouldn't let me get away with it. He's up hammering, spackeling and clanging around all over the house. I got up reluctantly, but he owes me a lazy day credit. Pep, if I stay in bed and sleep all day, it's better for our finances because I'm not out there in the world wasting gas or spending money.

Credits update:
Bacon credit = 2
Lazy day credit = 1
You drive this time = 1


That's just where it stands.

Casual Friday

I am wearing flip-flops at work for the third time ever. I'm blaming it on casual Friday, but really I got these really cozy Havaianas in the best shade of yellow, that I just couldn't wait until mega casual Saturday to wear them.

Home report:
Cats eating more food than usual.
Mouse's collar is found in the alley.
Loads of boxes unpacked/moved out of the dining room.
Massive ammounts of laundry done in which pot holders are washed for the first time ever.
Random photos and art displayed on wainscoting, bachelor pad-style.
Bathroom sink cleaned.

Mouse, you toothless puff. Part 2.

Last night I went out back to call the cats in. I'm saying "here kitty, kitty, kitty.." and I hear "RROOOOWWWRRR!" Suddenly a puff of fur runs through two picket fences, around and up the deck through the back door. It was Mouse. She was being chased by another cat. The other cat was pacing in the alley, looking on and flitting its tail about. Leon went to calm Mouse down and noticed that she was missing her collar. Her collar with the new ID tag on it! The one we just bought! Those raggedy alley cats beat up my baby and stole her collar! More than likely, she got it caught on something and the break-away feature did its job. I'll go looking for it when I get home.

Poor Mouse must have been an easy target. Her nails were freshly cut, she's missing a tooth and she had a shiny new ID tag on. My cat is a nerd.

Myopic.

I got my new glasses yesterday. I tried them on with my contacts on. It was akin to walking around in a fish bowl. At my eye exam, the doctor peers into my eyes with a magnifier and a light strapped to her head. She checks the right eye, moves over to the left and pauses.
"Have you ever had an eye injury caused by debris in your eye?"
"Ummm," I said, remembering a tiny sty I got 2 years ago from sand being kicked in my eye on our engagement trip. "I had sand kicked in my eye 2 years ago."
"That's exactly what it looks like. Sand. Well, you have sand imbedded in your eye still. If it's not bothering you, don't worry about it. Your body may eventually reject it. But if it starts to irritate you, come in and I'll refer you to an opthamologist who can remove it for you."

Eww.

Sausages and beeeens.

I know where Stuart Murdoch lives. So I'm back from tour and have been back for a while. Everything with the house and moving and unpacking has been taking up so much of my time, that I haven't been able to do much else. Like write here. The house is shaping up just fine. Having all the boxes in here from the apartment made me realize that we had so, so, so much junk in our apartment. How did we ever get by without a second bedroom, an office and 840 square feet of extra space? It was tough, but we did it. It'll be the story that we tell our kids later. "Our kitchen in the apartment was so small that we couldn't be in there at the same time!"

I miss being in London. With the gray skies, our favorite London friends, all those yummy crisp flavours and the ales, ciders, stouts, lagers and pubs to drink them in.

Sigh.

I am borrowing Leon's iPod here at work. I am in love with it and I want one of my own.

NP: Knock Knock "I've Been A Drag"


-Teeni Clanger

Phew. Made it.

So I'm back, but really really busy. If it's not work, then it's cleaning out the old apartment (read: COMpartment) and moving into the house. Uk and Sweden were great. The best of times....ever invented of all times. I sincerely miss the Pipas. I hope they can come back to the West Coast soon.

Meanwhile, limited photos and news up at lovethefrenchmen.com. This link will take you outie because I'm feeling lazy with my html.

More later,
Teeni.