The final countdown

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Today is a day for much rejoicing – despite waking up with the flu, I have only…

ONE MONTH LEFT!

(And I am quite determined to not go over. The Bwun and I will not be friends if he comes later than February 28.)

(Well, we probably will be friends anyway. But I’ll remind him that I suffered for a long time. Too long.)


Free Socks

This weekend I got a new pair of ultra-comfortable socks. They’re warm, they fit well, they have those little rubber grippers on the bottom, and I didn’t have to pay for them.

Not me modeling.

Not me modeling.

Well, mostly. All I had to do was have the Romgi drive me down to the Payson hospital in the middle of the night, through the thickest fog I’ve ever seen in my life.

And that’s like free, right?


Perfect Timing

Don’t worry, life is still fantastically good – I just got another bag of Mother’s Cookies thanks to ‘Sposita!


Messy Mistake

The weather has been a lot nicer over the past few days – no snow, which is great, and the sun’s been out quite a bit even if the temperature is still much too low. Today I decided to take advantage of the melting snow to clean the steps going down to our apartment. We never swept during fall, so leaves collected, got rained on, were buried under snow and ice…I thought it would be nice to have tidy, clean steps.

Once I finished sweeping and throwing away all the leaves, I thought, Our doormat is yucky. It’s soaking wet and quite dirty from all the abuse it’s endured over the past seven months. I should wash it.

To some of you, this is an obviously stupid idea. To me, however, it seemed like washing a bathmat. I had no clue that this would happen:

Oops.

Oops.

How do I clean that?

How do I fix that?

So I guess Monday I’ll be cleaning the washer, and buying a new doormat.


Weakness

I did it, guys.

Today at 6:57am I opened my last remaining bag of Mother’s Cookies.

…Now what?


Marigold

In case you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m kind of odd.

To me, songs are very linked to colors. A while ago (like 3 years) I decided to make several compilations of songs that I felt were roughly the same color. Yes, I know it sounds strange.

May I present: marigold.

1 Matchbox 20 – Shamemarigold
2 Norah Jones – Carnival Town
3 Enya – Smaointe
4 Jim Brickman – Sweet Dreams
5 Kenny Chesney – Anything But Mine
6 Foo Fighters – Aurora
7 Hans Zimmer, from Gladiator – Now We Are Free
8 Barenaked Ladies – Light Up My Room
9 Joao Gilberto – La Chica de Ipanema
10 Enya – Afer Ventus
11 The Cranberries – Dreams
12 The Bee Gees – How Deep is Your Love
13 Sting – Fields of Gold
14 The Beatles – In My Life
15 Amos Lee – Colors
16 Stroke 9 – Tail of the Sun

Obviously (ha ha ha) this is imperfect – Dreams and How Deep is Your Love are both more blue-green-teal than marigold, so they really don’t belong here at all; In My Life is totally white; Colors is hard to categorize, for obvious reasons; and Tail of the Sun is a bit more orangey-red than marigold. But I’m happy with it for now.

What have you learned about me and my taste in music from this?

Oh yes. I’m quite odd.


Morning News

In ran into this story while roving the internets this morning. I thought it was just too cute to not share. You can read it at the original site here.

Child Eloper’s Africa Plan Foiled

The budding lovebirds, identified as Mika and Anna-Lena, packed bathing costumes, sunglasses and a lilo and headed for the airport.

They even had the presence of mind to invite along an official witness – Anna-Lena’s seven-year-old sister.

The three got as far as Hanover railway station before police intervened.

The young couple were “very much in love” and had decided to get married in Africa “where it is warm”, police spokesman Holger Jureczko told the AFP news agency.

Sun-seekers

The idea for the getaway wedding was born as the children’s families celebrated New Year’s eve together and Mika regaled the two girls with stories of a recent holiday to Italy.

The following morning, as their parents slept, the intrepid trio walked 1km (0.6 miles) to the local tram station at Langenhagen, where they hopped aboard a tram for Hanover central station.

But the group aroused the suspicion of a guard as they waited for a train to the airport, and police were called in.

Officers persuaded the children they would not get far without tickets and money, but consoled them with a free tour of the police station, where they were shortly picked up by relieved parents.

Although any marriage plans have been put on hold for now, police did not altogether rule out the possibility of an African wedding.

“They can still put their plan into action at a later date,” AFP quoted the spokesman as saying.

My favorite parts: 1. He wooed them with tales of his vacation to Italy, and 2. they brought a witness!

That being said, if the bwun ever wooes some girl with tales of our vacation, and then runs off at age seven without telling us, I will kill him. Not really, but still.