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Day 947: Winter treachery
Nov. 14th, 2010 07:18 pmThis week could have been better. A lot better. But now it's over and a new week is here and I might finally get me some sanity back.
Wednesday was a pretty good day. Spent hours and hours hanging out with the girls from church making gingerbread buildings for our super Town of Bethlehem Christmas gingerbread project. I've never made construction-grade gingerbread before, so it was a fun learning experience, but it took five hours. Now I seriously admire those women who can make the Taj Mahal out of gingerbread. After gingerbread I came home and got some other random things done, and then I went to Angela's, and we had tasty chicken dumpling things and watched Criminal Minds. I think this episode, while it had one of my favourite Reid moments in a long time, is going to be one of those episodes I watch only once because it was super, super creepy. Afterwards Angela and I did a few weapon forms in the dark, and then I went home.
Thursday was...I barely remember Thursday, honestly. I'm sure I did something useful with my day. Maybe that was the day I did gingerbread? Urgh. My life is kind of insane - not gonna lie. I cooked for the gang, though. That was good. The missionaries were supposed to come, but they didn't, and Kile didn't get my text message about starting late, so he showed up early and we talked and watched Merlin while I worked on Cody's Christmas blanket.
(Oooh yeah. Finished Cody's birthday story. Maybe when it is done with the editors I will make the .pdf available to those who are interested or something. Stayed up till 3 a.m. to do it but it was so, so worth it.)
The dinner went well despite the missionaries bailing on us. We had a good time and enjoyed each other's company, and the food went over well because the boys had seconds. In retrospect, maybe it was good that the missionaries didn't come, because then they'd have left hungry, and how could I explain to my mother that I'd let teenaged boys leave my kitchen hungry? We talked until nearly ten, and then the boys left, and Angela and I had some geeky Merlin moments, and then Cody called.
Friday was...terrible. Worst day in a while, which is saying something, because I took the bar this summer. The morning started out with a phone call from one of my building managers informing me that someone had broken into the underground garage and into six cars, including mine. So, still wet from the shower, I ran downstairs in the cold to talk to a police officer. My driver's side window was smashed out, but the thieves didn't really get anything special because I had nothing special in my car. Also, they didn't even find the pittance of cash I keep in the ashtray so I can park downtown. I have no idea how they got into the parking garage, because there were no signs that the chainlink fence was cut (and this will be the second time someone's cut the fence if that's what happened) and apparently the bloody security feed hasn't been working, so we have no footage. I listened to the CSI woman check my car, and she said we got no useable fingerprints. Yay.
Korina came over and fixed my hair in a trial run for the wedding, which was very sweet of her. Then I did call backs on all the letters I'd sent out earlier in the week, which mostly involved leaving a lot of voicemail. Then I went and got my window fixed. I cannot explain what came over me - let's face it: the break-in was minor, I didn't get hurt, and nothing truly valuable went missing. I think the thing about the break-in was a loss of peace of mind. I picked this building to live in because it's secure. And what did our HOA president do? Drone on about the boiler. Not a word about the shoddy security or how the hell they got in or fixing it or...urgh. I suspect he's had a deluge of emails about it, but so far he's said nothing. At the car place I huddled up with my iPad and reread all the old emails Cody had sent me while I was away. I wanted to cry, but I didn't. Afterwards I parked down by the law school and walked downtown to apply at a place, and then I went home. Huddled up with some hot chocolate and old fiction I'd written. The bride sent me a text and asked me to bring something to the rehearsal dinner that she'd left at my place, a gift from her man, so I said yes. Then she called back ten minutes later and asked me to give her a ride. Not a big deal if she'd been at her fiancé's apartment, but she lives out on 151st. I live down on 31st. Anyone else see why this sucks? But I said yes, so I went to get her.
I got caught in evening rush-hour, and then it began to rain. I forgot the gift, but honestly, if I'd left when I'd intended, I'd've remembered it. I have an associative memory that way. But I forgot it, and yeah, whatever, right? She'd see him the next day too, and she could give it to him then. We were originally meant to go down to 72nd so she could talk to the people handling the jewelry for the bridesmaids, but then she said the jewelry dude would meet us at the church, so I thought we'd head straight for the church. But no, she insisted - in the horrifying first snow of the season, before the City has its act together and actually ploughs the roads - that we go all the way back to my place, pick up the gift, and then go to the church for the rehearsal. Since the weather had taken a fairly abrupt turn for the worst, I had a vicious headache, but I couldn't find any useful pills. So I carted her back to the church. Not gonna lie - I did spend most of the evening attempting (vainly) to alleviate my sense of crazy by listening to a whole lot of speed metal, mostly X Japan, and so I wasn't in a good mood when I got to the church. In fact, I was full of crazy, and I called Cody for a thirty-second conversation while I did my level best not to cry in public. Because I hate that. Poor boy was confused and alarmed but didn't know what to do, and then I had to go be a good bridesmaid. I did have my knife on me and I was fully prepared to stab whoever came too close. Or stab myself. Whichever came first. Even though they called it a rehearsal dinner, there was no dinner, just a rehearsal. The bride's sister - also the maid of honor - was a horrifying brat and I wanted to strangle her. She was loud and didn't pay attention and was horrifyingly disrespectful to her mother.
I went home and cried. Seriously. And then I had food. Then I wrote my talk for Sunday, which genuinely made me feel better. And then Cody called. He was worried because I'd sounded like a wreck on the phone, but I was feeling better and foolish for having freaked out like I did. But he was patient and sweet and I love him a lot.
Saturday was long and crazy. I was up early for worldwide training, which was long and mostly involved Stephen making snarky comments and Dave trying not to fall asleep on my shoulder. Afterwards I booked it down to Korina's, where she did my hair, the lovely girl. I made it to the church with five minutes to spare, only the parking lot was empty, so I called the Bride. What did she tell me? She was late. One other bridesmaid and a groomsman was there, along with a photographer, so I changed into my dress and put on make-up...and then everyone else was late. I attempted to entertain myself with my iPad and the like, and people kept shuffling in, but...I don't do well with crowds of strangers. The bride was unhappy because one groomsman was absent, and her bouquet was wrong, and the maid of honor was an unholy terror, and the photographer was rightfully cranky, because people kept running off and being uncooperative for photos, and then the groom lost one of the rings (I found it in the couch cushions), and the bride cried a lot (and not happy crying). The last groomsman scooted into the church five minutes before the ceremony was meant to start, and then...the wedding itself was lovely and went off without a hitch. The dinner afterward was laced with social awkwardness and more impatient picture-taking. (One of the little bridesmaids wants to be a lawyer, so I talked to her about law school and being a lawyer.) I fled at around eight. I'd been on those evil heels for seven hours straight, and if I weren't who I am, I'd've been ridiculously drunk, too, because I was pretty stressed out.
I came home and had hot chocolate, changed into comfortable clothes and downloaded Merlin, and then Angela came over. Colin and Bradley did not fail to deliver. I was amused to see that Angela and I were on the same wavelength as the fangirls online (what about Elyan? Won't he leave the city with Gwen? Or she could move in with Merlin's mum? Set the pyre on fire before you get to it, Merlin! and Stall by telling Arthur about his mother. Seriously), but it was a fun episode, and I'm excited for what's going to come, so that will be awesome. Angela left early, because I was exhausted, and then Cody called. We talked for a long while (poor mite is ill, overworked, and over-stressed), and then I fell asleep. Only to be awakened by a message that I had an 8 a.m. meeting this morning.
So I was at the church at 8 a.m. though still feeling exhausted and cranky. Was the meeting at 8? No. I almost fell asleep on the sofa, but we had the meeting at around half eight. There was no way the girl could have known I'd had two terrible days and today was shaping up to be the third, but I have discovered two things that annoy me immensely: lack of punctuality and unnecessarily large weddings. If Cody and I get married, we are sooooo eloping. I made it through my talk just fine, and then classes. It was good, talking to my friends. I came home and ate and fell asleep, then talked to Mom. I talked to Ericka online - we're playing writing games now - and I talked to Cody. Briefly. Because he wanted to say hi and let me know he's thinking about me.
I reread some of my old journal entries from when we first dated, when I wasn't sure if I really liked him. Yeah, I was crazy, because he's wonderful, but I'm glad I at least approached this relationship with some semblance of sensibility. Here's to hoping this week is better than the last.
Wednesday was a pretty good day. Spent hours and hours hanging out with the girls from church making gingerbread buildings for our super Town of Bethlehem Christmas gingerbread project. I've never made construction-grade gingerbread before, so it was a fun learning experience, but it took five hours. Now I seriously admire those women who can make the Taj Mahal out of gingerbread. After gingerbread I came home and got some other random things done, and then I went to Angela's, and we had tasty chicken dumpling things and watched Criminal Minds. I think this episode, while it had one of my favourite Reid moments in a long time, is going to be one of those episodes I watch only once because it was super, super creepy. Afterwards Angela and I did a few weapon forms in the dark, and then I went home.
Thursday was...I barely remember Thursday, honestly. I'm sure I did something useful with my day. Maybe that was the day I did gingerbread? Urgh. My life is kind of insane - not gonna lie. I cooked for the gang, though. That was good. The missionaries were supposed to come, but they didn't, and Kile didn't get my text message about starting late, so he showed up early and we talked and watched Merlin while I worked on Cody's Christmas blanket.
(Oooh yeah. Finished Cody's birthday story. Maybe when it is done with the editors I will make the .pdf available to those who are interested or something. Stayed up till 3 a.m. to do it but it was so, so worth it.)
The dinner went well despite the missionaries bailing on us. We had a good time and enjoyed each other's company, and the food went over well because the boys had seconds. In retrospect, maybe it was good that the missionaries didn't come, because then they'd have left hungry, and how could I explain to my mother that I'd let teenaged boys leave my kitchen hungry? We talked until nearly ten, and then the boys left, and Angela and I had some geeky Merlin moments, and then Cody called.
Friday was...terrible. Worst day in a while, which is saying something, because I took the bar this summer. The morning started out with a phone call from one of my building managers informing me that someone had broken into the underground garage and into six cars, including mine. So, still wet from the shower, I ran downstairs in the cold to talk to a police officer. My driver's side window was smashed out, but the thieves didn't really get anything special because I had nothing special in my car. Also, they didn't even find the pittance of cash I keep in the ashtray so I can park downtown. I have no idea how they got into the parking garage, because there were no signs that the chainlink fence was cut (and this will be the second time someone's cut the fence if that's what happened) and apparently the bloody security feed hasn't been working, so we have no footage. I listened to the CSI woman check my car, and she said we got no useable fingerprints. Yay.
Korina came over and fixed my hair in a trial run for the wedding, which was very sweet of her. Then I did call backs on all the letters I'd sent out earlier in the week, which mostly involved leaving a lot of voicemail. Then I went and got my window fixed. I cannot explain what came over me - let's face it: the break-in was minor, I didn't get hurt, and nothing truly valuable went missing. I think the thing about the break-in was a loss of peace of mind. I picked this building to live in because it's secure. And what did our HOA president do? Drone on about the boiler. Not a word about the shoddy security or how the hell they got in or fixing it or...urgh. I suspect he's had a deluge of emails about it, but so far he's said nothing. At the car place I huddled up with my iPad and reread all the old emails Cody had sent me while I was away. I wanted to cry, but I didn't. Afterwards I parked down by the law school and walked downtown to apply at a place, and then I went home. Huddled up with some hot chocolate and old fiction I'd written. The bride sent me a text and asked me to bring something to the rehearsal dinner that she'd left at my place, a gift from her man, so I said yes. Then she called back ten minutes later and asked me to give her a ride. Not a big deal if she'd been at her fiancé's apartment, but she lives out on 151st. I live down on 31st. Anyone else see why this sucks? But I said yes, so I went to get her.
I got caught in evening rush-hour, and then it began to rain. I forgot the gift, but honestly, if I'd left when I'd intended, I'd've remembered it. I have an associative memory that way. But I forgot it, and yeah, whatever, right? She'd see him the next day too, and she could give it to him then. We were originally meant to go down to 72nd so she could talk to the people handling the jewelry for the bridesmaids, but then she said the jewelry dude would meet us at the church, so I thought we'd head straight for the church. But no, she insisted - in the horrifying first snow of the season, before the City has its act together and actually ploughs the roads - that we go all the way back to my place, pick up the gift, and then go to the church for the rehearsal. Since the weather had taken a fairly abrupt turn for the worst, I had a vicious headache, but I couldn't find any useful pills. So I carted her back to the church. Not gonna lie - I did spend most of the evening attempting (vainly) to alleviate my sense of crazy by listening to a whole lot of speed metal, mostly X Japan, and so I wasn't in a good mood when I got to the church. In fact, I was full of crazy, and I called Cody for a thirty-second conversation while I did my level best not to cry in public. Because I hate that. Poor boy was confused and alarmed but didn't know what to do, and then I had to go be a good bridesmaid. I did have my knife on me and I was fully prepared to stab whoever came too close. Or stab myself. Whichever came first. Even though they called it a rehearsal dinner, there was no dinner, just a rehearsal. The bride's sister - also the maid of honor - was a horrifying brat and I wanted to strangle her. She was loud and didn't pay attention and was horrifyingly disrespectful to her mother.
I went home and cried. Seriously. And then I had food. Then I wrote my talk for Sunday, which genuinely made me feel better. And then Cody called. He was worried because I'd sounded like a wreck on the phone, but I was feeling better and foolish for having freaked out like I did. But he was patient and sweet and I love him a lot.
Saturday was long and crazy. I was up early for worldwide training, which was long and mostly involved Stephen making snarky comments and Dave trying not to fall asleep on my shoulder. Afterwards I booked it down to Korina's, where she did my hair, the lovely girl. I made it to the church with five minutes to spare, only the parking lot was empty, so I called the Bride. What did she tell me? She was late. One other bridesmaid and a groomsman was there, along with a photographer, so I changed into my dress and put on make-up...and then everyone else was late. I attempted to entertain myself with my iPad and the like, and people kept shuffling in, but...I don't do well with crowds of strangers. The bride was unhappy because one groomsman was absent, and her bouquet was wrong, and the maid of honor was an unholy terror, and the photographer was rightfully cranky, because people kept running off and being uncooperative for photos, and then the groom lost one of the rings (I found it in the couch cushions), and the bride cried a lot (and not happy crying). The last groomsman scooted into the church five minutes before the ceremony was meant to start, and then...the wedding itself was lovely and went off without a hitch. The dinner afterward was laced with social awkwardness and more impatient picture-taking. (One of the little bridesmaids wants to be a lawyer, so I talked to her about law school and being a lawyer.) I fled at around eight. I'd been on those evil heels for seven hours straight, and if I weren't who I am, I'd've been ridiculously drunk, too, because I was pretty stressed out.
I came home and had hot chocolate, changed into comfortable clothes and downloaded Merlin, and then Angela came over. Colin and Bradley did not fail to deliver. I was amused to see that Angela and I were on the same wavelength as the fangirls online (what about Elyan? Won't he leave the city with Gwen? Or she could move in with Merlin's mum? Set the pyre on fire before you get to it, Merlin! and Stall by telling Arthur about his mother. Seriously), but it was a fun episode, and I'm excited for what's going to come, so that will be awesome. Angela left early, because I was exhausted, and then Cody called. We talked for a long while (poor mite is ill, overworked, and over-stressed), and then I fell asleep. Only to be awakened by a message that I had an 8 a.m. meeting this morning.
So I was at the church at 8 a.m. though still feeling exhausted and cranky. Was the meeting at 8? No. I almost fell asleep on the sofa, but we had the meeting at around half eight. There was no way the girl could have known I'd had two terrible days and today was shaping up to be the third, but I have discovered two things that annoy me immensely: lack of punctuality and unnecessarily large weddings. If Cody and I get married, we are sooooo eloping. I made it through my talk just fine, and then classes. It was good, talking to my friends. I came home and ate and fell asleep, then talked to Mom. I talked to Ericka online - we're playing writing games now - and I talked to Cody. Briefly. Because he wanted to say hi and let me know he's thinking about me.
I reread some of my old journal entries from when we first dated, when I wasn't sure if I really liked him. Yeah, I was crazy, because he's wonderful, but I'm glad I at least approached this relationship with some semblance of sensibility. Here's to hoping this week is better than the last.
