Gail's Incoherent Mumblings

Hi everyone,

I know, I haven't made a real journal post in a while. Well, unless Warder stories count as real. :) I'm still thinking up the second half of Warder and The Christmas Tree.

I'm kind of having a tough time lately. I mean, am I happy? Yes. Am I also sort of mopey and anxious? Yes. I mean, I am looking forward to Christmas this year - it'll be fun making Christmas dinner, but at the same time, I'm stressed at making sure the apartment is decluttered enough that poor Kristine won't run away screaming.

Maybe I should start the drinking when I pick her up from the train station. :) Except I finally got the vodka out of the trunk. Hrm.

I think presents this year will be fine (although I need to send Aimee my share of the money for presents for Mom and Unnamed Cousin - 140 dollars), but I'm nervous about Brian's present. But he says he loves me no matter what, so I'm sure he'll really love his nose hair trimmer with deluxe attachments.

(No, its not that, but wouldn't it be funny if it _was_? :) That's one thing great about Brian - he'd think that it'd be funny. But then I'd have to give him his real present. Which would be a charming tableau with his favorite action figure going down on barbie. No, wait, that's not it either. Muahahahaha.)

I don't buy my cats christmas presents. I realize I seem like the kind of person who would buy christmas presents for cats, but I'm not. Because my cats are atheists. They won't even look at the Christmas Tree. They are quite insulted by its presence, I believe, so they are pretending it does not exist.

Anyways, I keep getting sort of teary. One one hand, I'm happy with my life right now. It has great potential. On the other hand, this wasn't how I thought my Christmas was going to be.

But, I think this could be better than I expected. Things happen for a reason. For example, I'm sure that I will end up on a horribly delayed train soon, which will force me to actually continue to knit 7 feet of i-cord. I think I have two and a half feet now. Damn, that's boring knitting.

Last night, when I went to bed, I put on the same nightgown I wore the night before. It smelled like Brian's cologne. It made me smile. It must have been from when he crawled back into bed after his shower to give me kisses and try to convince me I really did want to get out of bed, for going to work is important.

Unfortunately, he has now discovered that crawling into bed to give me kisses will never get me out of bed. He insists that in the future, he will find other means to get Lazy Gail out of bed.

So, I have moments of feeling a bit down where I'm like "What, was I chopped liver?" and I get all mopey and rejected feeling. But then I realize that actually, my life as it is right now is really great. I have friends, I have a great boyfriend, I have a great job, and a nice apartment. Which is currently a bit messy. Help.

However, no one trusts me when it comes to picking out clothing. :) Dammit.

(Speaking of how happy I am, I was actually mopey and pouty on the phone last night, and I felt safe doing that. I mean, sure, I wouldn't do that all the time, but last night, dammit, I felt mopey and anxious and I was sad that no one was excited about my twin set (in nutmeg - that's the link to the cardigan) I bought on super sale from Casual Corner.

Well, I better post this. So, to sum up. Happy, yet a bit mopey. But I'll get better, really.

This is amusing me far too much. I should take this as a sign I should go home.

http://www.sciencemadesimple.net/f…

That's the new test - if you find yourself amused by this conversion to try it twice, you should just go home.

If you are home, you should go out.

If you are out, you are a geek who needs to put down the wireless web connection.

I just said, quite forcefully "YOU WILL RESPECT MAH AUTHORITAH!"

And I can't find a feature request I really thought I had filed.

I wonder if anyone is giving me a kitten this year.

Stove says he's going to HR. On the other hand, he just threw a sock at Susan, so....

I may be sad, and feeling lonely, but I just looked out the window, and its snowing.

It's beautiful - huge fluffy snowflakes, and everything is covered in white.

That's a good thing.

Aimee, I’m wearing your vestive holiday cardigan today! I didn’t wear the camisole with it because its a bit too boobilicious for work, but everyone loves it. (I’m wearing a long sleeved scoop next black shirt and jeans.) I’d have saved the outfit for Christmas, but Kevin’s family doesn’t dress up.

I’ve been total crabby Gail lately. Total. So, um, sorry if I accidentally tried to kill any of you with my Glare of DEATH. I swear, I should just be locked up in a small room until after Christmas. Oh well. :)

I had Mongolian Barbeque last night for the first time. I have to admit, I wasn’t super impressed. Partly because I didn’t combine ingredients well - I had duck, ribeye and lamb. The duck was great, but the ribeye was tough and dry. And, I should have gone with a spicy sauce, I think, and more cilantro.

What got me was the gimmick of making up your own bowl, and then standing in line to get it cooked, and then still tip. It’s like ‘Um, hello, I didn’t tip at Furrs cafeteria?’ I went out with the knitting group last night, which was fun, except for check time. Mainly, half the table ended up subsidizing the other half of the table, due to different ideas of what counts as a suitable tip. (Not 11 dollars on 135 dollar tab, that’s for sure.) So, my one plate dinner at 11.95 ended up costing me 23 dollars. Oh well.

Tonight, I still need to make oatmeal scotchies, and depending on when we get out of work, I might make myself chocolate chip cookies too. And maybe another batch of butter cookies - I’m not sure we have enough. Although actually, we have 29 thousand tons of sweets. I do like Christmas baking.

Although the rest of you can read this too:

http://www.washingtonmonthly.com/a…

That’s the link to Kevin Drum’s take on the 4th Circuit Court saying “Shut up, BYATCH” to the government when they wanted it to vacate its previous rulling saying it was okay to hold Padilla without a trial. That post has quotes from the decision as well as a link to the actual opinion itself.

Patrick Smith’s column today covers the Midway accident where the plane skidded off the runway. It’s a good article:

http://www.salon.com/tech/col/smit…

You’ll have to watch an add to get a day pass if you don’t have a Salon membership. Kevin, I”ll print out a copy for you. I wrote Patrick today describing our aborted landing at Midway back in November. :)

Let see, Walgreen Mail Order Pharmacy. You get a request for a refill that is for some reason denied. Why, we do not know. Do you?

1. Call the Crazy Person and inform them of the problem.
2. Email the Crazy Person and inform them of the problem.
3. Do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

Walgreens Mail Order Pharmacy picked #3. I even ordered my refill on time for once! What the hell? Well, they are straightening all out, and my local walgreens gave me 8 days worth, which I’m not optimistic will be enough, but we’ll see. Bah!

I just realized I haven't posted in forever and forever.

Let's see - I'm married! I'm beyond happy.



Kevin never managed to write down his special vows (we did "nice things to say to each other" and then the standard vows), so he whispered super sweet things to me instead. :)

This picture perfectly sums up how I imagined my wedding. The photographer got this as I was walking down the path to my family's old homestead. It was perfect.




You can see the homestead and everyone waiting here:



and here we all are - I didn't even know James hugged his Dad at the end of our first kiss (as a married couple).



If you are the type of person who enjoys wedding pictures, you can see them all here:

http://www.polyscenicphotography.c…