jaysaint Getting it all down on paper…

Dec 1, 2006
9 out of 11: in which I say that my brother-in-law and his girlfriend are gone, but now my father is visiting. As my typing is distracting him, the entry is short.

Nov 5, 2006
It’s Another Bits and Pieces Post!: in which I discuss pasta sauce, soup and pearl onions.

October 1, 2006
Friends Abroad: in which I recount my last-minute work trip to Turks and Caicos.

September 1, 2006
A Meme from Geobabe1: in which I list the first three random Wikipedia entries I find.

August 4, 2006
It Can’t Just Be Me: in which I express shock and dismay about the middle-seat woman next to me on the plane who didn’t move over, even though the aisle seat was empty.

July 1, 2006
No Headline: in which I recount mine and Damon’s bus trip to DC to visit our friends Geoff and Lisa.

June 3, 2006
No Headline: in which I learn that I primarily speak General American English.

May 6, 2006
Where to Even Begin: in which I relive my emergency wisdom teeth extraction.

April 1, 2006
Bah Humbug (and etc): in which I complain about April Fool’s Day, talk about Lost, and note that this is the first day of a two-week sugar fast for me and Damon.

March 1, 2006
No Headline: in which I talk about fitting in at work, one way or the other.

Feb 3, 2006
Dedication: in which I give theme songs to some family and friends.

Jan 1, 2006
Random: in which I am delighted to discover that there are whole organized communities of people who blog pretending to be famous people.

My mom and stepdad live in a gated community where they all drive around in golf carts. While we are reasonably proximal to the beach and to Disney World, all I ever want to do while I’m here is drive around in the electric golf cart. I can’t explain it, but there it is. We’ve been here for a week and I’ve agreed to every suggested activity by saying, “That’s fine with me, as long as we can drive there in the golf cart.” I’m sad to report, though, that it seems to be experiencing some mechanical difficulties. When mom, Damon and I were out the other day the battery started to die and Damon had to get out and push us up three different hills before we got home. Two were crazy steep. Thank goodness he goes to the gym.

Even aside from the golf cart hijinx, it’s been a pretty nice vacation. Last year I gave my mom the Oprah 20th anniversary CD collection. This year I found it still unopened in her office. So I broke it out and forced her to sit through at least one a day until we got them all done. This year I gave her a Nintendo DS Lite. She loves to play games, and sits in her little office on an uncomfortable chair so that she can. So I thought I could liberate her. I’m sure next year I will find it still wrapped up in her office and I will have to break out the games I gave her and force her to play them for an hour a day. She will enjoy her gifts if I have to cram them down her throat.

Damon and I got some good loot. Most sweet was a lovingly-constructed album from our wedding. We also got a stack of books, salad hands, jewelry, panties (a tradition), fun t-shirts and random other goodies. Damon gave me books by Alton Brown and Cesar Milan to put next to my Jon Stewart book, thus completing my Basic Cable Boyfriends collection. Does he get me or what?

This morning I read about how to pan sear a steak I would never eat and how to give exercise, discipline and affection to a dog we don’t have.

We’re down to our last 24 hours in Florida, which means we’re all feeling a little tense. My mom gets a touch upset and clingy when we leave. I respond by withdrawing. And she responds to that by moving even more aggressively into my space. It’s a dance we do all the time and neither one of us is smart enough to head it off.

I hope you all had a lovely holiday, got and gave some good loot, and ate more than can be considered reasonable. We’ll be in the air this time tomorrow and back home (I hope) by dark.

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