So today I talked to lawyers all day long, from like 9:30am to 2:40 pm, during this time I was forced to recollect the terrible car accident I went through. There was much crying and I never want to talk to another lawyer again. So anyway, besides lawyers. I've been on "my time of the month" for one month and one day. I am going to switch gyno's I'm pretty sure.
Onto wedding things... Last night I meet with the pastor who is going to marry me and Mr.Munchkin, it went very well. I am attempting to keep this updated for all of you who I don't speak with on a regular basis about this. The pastor doesn't officially know that we live together but we dropped several hints at it, and he did not seem to get less excited about it because of those hints. I certainly hope that Mr. Munchkin can find a way to keep his mouth shut about his anti-church philosophies long enough to get us married. Everything else is going as planned and I can't wait until a ton of things are just done already... like lawyers, my wedding, and for Godsake my PERIOD.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Why do these crazy things keep happening to me!
Before Mr. Q left for Iraq we invested in a land line so I could quote *have a dependable phone*.
Its been giving me some trouble over the last two months. I keep having trouble when it because sometimes my line is in use and all of the phones are on the hook. I have also been getting calls for a man we will call Billy Jo Jo! I get about 3 or 4 calls for Billy Jo Jo or his wife a day if I am home to pick up. I keep telling people that they do not live here. They keep telling me they got this number from Billy Jo Jo. I was starting to thing he was trying to hide form collection agencies. Today however Billy Jo Jo's mother called. Very nice lady. We talked and to my shock and amazement Billy Jo Jo has my same phone number! Sometimes she gets a hold of him and sometimes she gets me. Fascinating!
I called the phone company and they told me that it can happen its just really hard to do. They are going to come check my box tomorrow and make sure it is working and has not been tampered with. Apparently there is a charge for changing your phone number but the tech guy told me that I will not have to pay for it. He is hopping he can figure out what is happening instead of changing my number. But Billy Jo Jo's number really is the same number, and he is using it for his job so I guess I will get a new number in a few days.
Can't wait to tell you all how it works out!
Its been giving me some trouble over the last two months. I keep having trouble when it because sometimes my line is in use and all of the phones are on the hook. I have also been getting calls for a man we will call Billy Jo Jo! I get about 3 or 4 calls for Billy Jo Jo or his wife a day if I am home to pick up. I keep telling people that they do not live here. They keep telling me they got this number from Billy Jo Jo. I was starting to thing he was trying to hide form collection agencies. Today however Billy Jo Jo's mother called. Very nice lady. We talked and to my shock and amazement Billy Jo Jo has my same phone number! Sometimes she gets a hold of him and sometimes she gets me. Fascinating!
I called the phone company and they told me that it can happen its just really hard to do. They are going to come check my box tomorrow and make sure it is working and has not been tampered with. Apparently there is a charge for changing your phone number but the tech guy told me that I will not have to pay for it. He is hopping he can figure out what is happening instead of changing my number. But Billy Jo Jo's number really is the same number, and he is using it for his job so I guess I will get a new number in a few days.
Can't wait to tell you all how it works out!
Test run
This is a test run of my mail to blogger, I really have nothing else to say. Except maybe that I welcome our new google overlords and wish to bake them cookies. Hmm, maybe I need to check my bread
The Borealis Family Christmas Adventure
Apologies it's long--none of these places had internet so this represents my whole week. I've also commented on your last posts since getting back. :)
Well, we got back last night. I don't think I told you all about the last-minute vacation we planned to visit our out of town grandparents; here goes:
I planted it indoors, but we're putting it outside in the Spring in our back courtyard. We drove out to Oklahoma on Christmas Eve. Here's Kansas: 
Those blurry black dots are cows. Imagine ten hours of this while reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince aloud and eating fast food and you've pretty well got the idea of my Christmas Eve.
Christmas Day we woke up at Mr. Borealis's maternal grandmother. She's onery, in her seventies, and unapologetically smokes like a damn chimney. Nice old woman, but this trip just about killed my lungs. We stayed with her the three nights we were in Oklahoma City because everyone and their mom stays at his paternal grandparents and winds up way too many to a room with no privacy. We only woke up there, though; Day 1 belonged to the paternal grandparents, and we opened presents and ate and yadda yadda yadda, there was much rejoicing. I helped one of his little cousins set up her nifty new IPod and she was so happy she nearly peed herself (really cute). Of course, this represented Xmas Round 2 for us, because we did Xmas with my immediate family the Monday evening before to accomdate everyone's schedules.
Day 2, the day after Christmas, aka Xmas Round 3, belonged to Mr. Borealis's maternal Grandmother (the smoker). More presents and eating, and watching old family videos of Mr. B and his generation when they were kids opening presents. I told Q a few weeks back that there were 3 reasons Mr. B was going to change his mind and want kids some day--1) Everyone in his family has kids and his biologic clock was ticking down, 2) He fears being the sole provider, but the second I have a "real" job he won't have this pressure, and 3) Mr. Borealis subconciously likes screwing me over, and the second I establish myself in a career he will decide it is my duty to sit in a corner and gestate. Folks, reason number one approaches; while watching the family videos he remarked on how cute his little sister was, then he looked at me with this silly-ass grin and says: "I want one!"
Yeah. Not happening. I told him to pay a surrogate because I have not the time, money, or desire to kill my body when we already have perfectly good nieces and nephews. Anyone who tells you I don't already have kids lies.
Day number 3, aka Xmas round 4, we drove up from Oklahoma City to visit my maternal grandmother in Tulsa. Two uncles, an aunt, and a cousin were also there; they thought we had picked up smoking when we walked in the door because the smell from Mr. B's grandmother had thoroughly soaked into our cloths and hair. I'm currently washing EVERYTHING trying to get the smell out. Mr. B annoyedly has sprayed everything down with air freshener already; didn't help.
We went to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button; I give it three stars out of five. Wasn't fantastic. After the movie the restrooms were crowded, and the girl in line behind me was on her cell phone. She continued her conversation into the stall, out of the stall, to the sinks, and right out of the bathroom. Never stopped talking. That's classy.
Here we are driving out of Tulsa:
Well, we got back last night. I don't think I told you all about the last-minute vacation we planned to visit our out of town grandparents; here goes:
The day before we left (Teusday, December 23rd), my WALL-E tree arrived. For those of you unfamiliar with this movement, if you buy a copy of WALL-E the movie you can use a special code online to have them send you a totally free tree that is native to your area. Of course, I was all over this, and our free tree, a Blue Spruce, arrived that day looking just like a Charley Brown Christmas:
I planted it indoors, but we're putting it outside in the Spring in our back courtyard. We drove out to Oklahoma on Christmas Eve. Here's Kansas: Those blurry black dots are cows. Imagine ten hours of this while reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince aloud and eating fast food and you've pretty well got the idea of my Christmas Eve.Christmas Day we woke up at Mr. Borealis's maternal grandmother. She's onery, in her seventies, and unapologetically smokes like a damn chimney. Nice old woman, but this trip just about killed my lungs. We stayed with her the three nights we were in Oklahoma City because everyone and their mom stays at his paternal grandparents and winds up way too many to a room with no privacy. We only woke up there, though; Day 1 belonged to the paternal grandparents, and we opened presents and ate and yadda yadda yadda, there was much rejoicing. I helped one of his little cousins set up her nifty new IPod and she was so happy she nearly peed herself (really cute). Of course, this represented Xmas Round 2 for us, because we did Xmas with my immediate family the Monday evening before to accomdate everyone's schedules.
Day 2, the day after Christmas, aka Xmas Round 3, belonged to Mr. Borealis's maternal Grandmother (the smoker). More presents and eating, and watching old family videos of Mr. B and his generation when they were kids opening presents. I told Q a few weeks back that there were 3 reasons Mr. B was going to change his mind and want kids some day--1) Everyone in his family has kids and his biologic clock was ticking down, 2) He fears being the sole provider, but the second I have a "real" job he won't have this pressure, and 3) Mr. Borealis subconciously likes screwing me over, and the second I establish myself in a career he will decide it is my duty to sit in a corner and gestate. Folks, reason number one approaches; while watching the family videos he remarked on how cute his little sister was, then he looked at me with this silly-ass grin and says: "I want one!"
Yeah. Not happening. I told him to pay a surrogate because I have not the time, money, or desire to kill my body when we already have perfectly good nieces and nephews. Anyone who tells you I don't already have kids lies.
Day number 3, aka Xmas round 4, we drove up from Oklahoma City to visit my maternal grandmother in Tulsa. Two uncles, an aunt, and a cousin were also there; they thought we had picked up smoking when we walked in the door because the smell from Mr. B's grandmother had thoroughly soaked into our cloths and hair. I'm currently washing EVERYTHING trying to get the smell out. Mr. B annoyedly has sprayed everything down with air freshener already; didn't help.
We went to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button; I give it three stars out of five. Wasn't fantastic. After the movie the restrooms were crowded, and the girl in line behind me was on her cell phone. She continued her conversation into the stall, out of the stall, to the sinks, and right out of the bathroom. Never stopped talking. That's classy.
Here we are driving out of Tulsa:
So Merry (Late) Christmas to all! I'm in the process of taking down the Xmas deco around the site and replacing it with other wintery fare; we might get a new layout for the 1st.
And a Happy New Year!
Alula
Sunday, December 28, 2008
The most geeky thing I have ever done.
(Sorry if the image is large, I'm in computer transition)
I'm debating between letting the image speak for itself and explaining some more.
My big Christmas gift was a whole pile of boxes. That all contained computer parts. So over the last couple of days, I have been building my new computer. It's so shiny it glows. (The case fans, well 3 of the 4, have blue LED lights in them.) And you can see it's innards. It was a whole bunch of fun, and a learning experience. I am no longer afraid of messing about on the inside of my computer, because I know exactly what's in there. And this is great timing too, because my laptop needs to go in for repairs. Silly thing loosing power when it's unplugged for more than 2 minutes.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
New member of the family!
hey ladies!
I did something bad today. I Went to the pet store for cat food and left with a Cat!
His Name is Malamar (like the Cookie) He is a 2 year old male. So far he is getting along rather well with my other cat AL. Al is also a 2 year old male. As luck would have it they are both orange tabbies. With no outstanding markings. I did not plan this, Mal just happened to be almost identical to Al. They are getting along better than I had expected. They have been together for nine hours now and I have only had to rip them apart once. Fur was flying everyware. Al will not leave Mal alone. I think Al its tring to get him to play but has no idea how to play with a cat. He keeps running up and bitting Mal and Mal keeps turning around and slapping him. Mal is so cuddly. Hopefully it will work out and Al will have a much needed play mate. Most if all I am hopping I am not alergic to the new cat.
Mr. Q if you happen to read this before I have a chance to explane myself. I Sorry. I'm not sure were my head was.
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