Posts Tagged ‘Fuck Yeah’

I have spent the day using my jacked up steroid powers for good, by which I mean I have run errands, done chores, paid bills and for all intents and purposes, accomplishing shit. I feel so fucking grown up, although I now that feeling will only last until I taper down on the steroids and then I’ll be crying at commercials for Pajama Jeans.

I mean really? Pajama Jeans? One of the signs of the fucking Apocalypse.

I am looking forward to the new animated series Legend Of Korra, which is a part of the Avatar: The Last Airbender universe. I love Airbender and am greedily hoping this new series holds up to it’s predecessor.

I got myself some books to read, a novella by Ben Guilfoy and I got my niece both editions of the Lilith Dark  comic series, about a little girl that fights monsters. Yes, please, to that awesomeness.

Excuse me, it’s time for me to watch The Voice. Shut up, I LOVE that show.

So I’m hanging out around the Casa today, which is a lot more appealing now that it’s my choice to do so rather than what’s forced on me by the weather.

My normal hanging out duds are sweatpants, enormous Red Sox t shirt, sock monkey sweater and fuzzy socks, today’s of which are from my birthday trio of socks sent to me by my nieces Lydia and Emma, my nephew, Jacob and my former sister in law and dear friend, Ellen. They have stars on and are comfy.

My sock monkey sweater is not actually made of sock monkeys. It’s a wool cardigan sweater that Fathead gave me a few years ago, and it’s grey with cream at the wrists and down the front, like the color scheme of a sock monkey.

I love this fucking sweater. I practically live in this fucking sweater. It’s my favorite.

I am finally starting to bounce back from missing two dialysis sessions last week (goddamned weather) but it’s probably a good idea for me to just chill the fuck out. I have a dialysis run tomorrow morning, and then again on Friday, by which time I should be back in my usual form.

You should look the fuck out for that.

So.

I leave for New Mexico on Saturday morning. Thanks to a fortuitously timed sinus infection and accompanying dose of prednisone, my house is very clean and well organized, eliminating one of the things I traditionally freak out about before a trip.

Tomorrow I run some errands, pack my suitcase, drop the Vespa off for it’s drive train rebuild, and do not assume that I even really know what that means, and then Mr Pretty takes me to the airport at a surprisingly reasonable hour on Saturday.

I’ll be  gone for a week, but I’m leaving giant robots in charge of my house, so if you are thinking of breaking in, well, why would you? Unless you traffic in evil geriatric cats, it won’t gain you anything.

My brother, Fathead, in addition to being an excellent verbal foil and having a classic sense of style (think bow ties) is also one of those people that thinks something like ‘I think I shall build a boat’, perhaps reads a treatise on such and then builds a beautiful boat that is the envy of all who see it.

I’m pretty sure he gets it from Bev Kaply.  They have no fear of failure in these things, they just know they can do it and they go out and do it, and invariably do it extremely well.

This occasionally has made certain small hearted people (ie Me) quite bitter, but right now it fills me with joy, because Fathead has taken to building furniture and he is building me a chest.

Now, I am a girl that has always liked things that you put other things in, and the chest is the pinnacle of this particular category, being decorative AND useful. And I have many things that can be put in a chest, things of a blankety or quiltish nature.

So Fathead asked me for dimensions, which was rather foolish of him, since he knows me, and I said that it needed to be big enough to hide a body in. I also asked him to put my initials on it.

Because you never know when you may need to hide a body, and there is really only so much preparation you can take in that area before you start to become, well, creepy, and I’m pretty sure that I am already heading to that horizon. But mostly I want it to store the ridiculous amounts of blankets and pillows and other such things I treasure.

I am, as you may have noticed, excited. YAY FATHEAD.