weekend update
mood: 
tired
tiredmusic: purring
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daenale sent me this article written by Gil Loescher for OpenDemocracy about his experience in the UN bombing in Baghdad in August. As I mentioned before, Gil was one of my professors in college, and he was technically my advisor (although I only met with him a few times). His "International Humanitarian Issues" class was what convinced me to change my major. He was a huge bear of a man -- seriously, close to 7 feet tall. And now he's lost both his legs above the knees. . . I just can't imagine it. I knew he was in the blast and had survived, but I didn't know he was the *only* survivor from that part of the building, or that he'd had to hang upside down for three hours. . . Just. Wow.- My room is really, really cold.
- I was supposed to drive up to Ossipee tomorrow, but somehow, I don't think that'll be happening. The predicted day of snow and sleet just doesn't make a 2 hour drive (which would no doubt turn into 4) each way all that appealing. Um, yeah. I think I can make my trip on Wednesday, instead. Uh huh.
- Had a good time at the party on Friday night. For some reason, the pickins are extraordinarily slim for Christmas trees this year; I picked out the most reasonably-sized one I could find, but it was a monster -- right height, just really big around. We carried it inside, and the next thing I knew I was laying on the floor, still wearing my coat and bag, trying to screw the thing into the stand. I couldn't move my head because the needles were jabbing into my skull. There was lots of yelling, and then I was overcome by a severe case of the giggles.
- My case of the giggles had quite a bit to do with the fact that it'd been a frustrating and rocky trip down, I hadn't eaten much of anything all day (except for the excellent turkey sandwich Seema had waiting for me when I picked her up), and I'd had to listen to wacky and annoying radio on the ride down. Because the pick-up truck sucks.
- So anyway, back to the party. I decided that it would be best for all involved if I stayed away from the (rather slutty) tree, and let other people deal with it. Because that tree was a HO. It was molesting everyone left and right. Of course, it spent most of the party lying on its side in the middle of the livingroom while boys argued about finding a big enough saw to trim the branches. After three hours, they finally got it to stand up, but it continued to proposition poor, unsuspecting passersby.
- The rest of the party was fun, too. I decided to
pick a fightplay with Carrie-Anne's cat, Viv. Probably not a smart idea. I quickly got her all riled up, and then when I tried to calm her down and play nice, she turned around and scratched me across the chin. Turns out, it was a pretty deep cut, and I was bleeding all over the place. Seriously kids, don't piss off that cat. - I was, for some unknown reason, the only person who found that amusing. No, wait, Liz's little sister (#2) found it pretty funny, too. I think.
- Liz's sisters were hilarious. I particularly enjoyed the part where Sister #1 told Sister #2's teacher (who was pretty loaded) that he was a fuckhead. (Sister #2 was already asleep.) Even funnier was the discussion the next day, when #2 said, "Wait, you called my teacher a fuckhead!?!?"
#1: "He said something insulting about our family. Plus, I think his pants were tapered."
Entire room: "Oh, EWWWW." And then we all reminisced about that scary time when we thought any pants that weren't tapered looked like bellbottoms. Hard to believe that was just high school. - I also left an obnoxious and goofy voicemail message with Deb, but since I haven't heard anything, I'm guessing she's really pissed at me. I still haven't had a chance to make her Britney icon or her Paris icon. I suck.
- I know there was a yesterday, but I don't remember what happened to it. I think I did cleaning and laundry. . .
- We did some Christmas shopping today, which was fairly successful. I finally got a dressy watch (supposed to be a birthday gift), and I found the perfect casual, brown winter boots. What's more, they were 50% off. I adore the Nine West outlet. Really, I do.
- Now Lucy says it's time for me to go to bed, so I suppose she's right. Good night!
And Nora---thanks again for the tree! I hit Target yesterday morning after mass (trying to beat the snow, which didn't actually arrive till much later) to get extra, lights, beading, ornaments, and tinsel, and C-A and I redecorated it that evening. It looks lovely. :)
I had a great time at the party. Thanks so much!
I'm glad the message was hilarious; I'm really not sure what all we said on it.
I do need to talk to you soon though. Really.
Oh! Also, I tried to download the Britney caps you made so I could do your icon, but I couldn't find them. You did upload them, right?