Lazybones

I'm in that mellow, laaaazy state where I know I should be running errands, but I really don't want to go back out into the cold. I really should get juice and seltzer before John gets home, and I should also bring his coat back to the tailor's, because when they sewed a button back on, they sewed right through the pocket. Morons.

But instead, I'm sitting here being lazy. Forget the coat, I'll deal with it tomorrow. Ughhh... Don't wanna go into the cold again. But I know John will get all grumpy if he gets home and there's nothing to drink.

Ok, ok, here I go.

"Care for a little necrophilia?"

Poor John has been sick for days. It looks like strep throat or something along those lines, but his ears are also filled with fluid. He got antibiotics yesterday but he took today off, and I'm sure he'll take tomorrow off, too. It's a bit of a shame since tomorrow he'd get time & a half for MLK Jr. Day. Oh well.

I finally organized my circular needles today! I've been planning on it for months. I got these expanding file pockets in... October, I think!



The insides:




...Now I just have to tackle my yarn stash. That's a MUCH bigger job, and Michael's closet has to be emptied first. Stupid boy hasn't moved all of his stuff out yet, and he's impossible to get a hold of. Hopefully next weekend, John and I will go to Long Island, and then we can just drag it all out to him. Even though he should really do it himself, I'm anxious to have that closet free, so we'll just have to cram all his stuff in the car for him! Oh well.

Kaui Hawaii!

We're going to Hawaii tomorrow!! This time tomorrow, I'll be... Well, actually I'll be in the Los Angeles airport, waiting for my layover, but nonetheless, I'll be on my way to Hawaii. :)

John really tried to pull one over on me. I thought he wasn't coming on this trip. Since he got his city job, we figured he wouldn't be able to come on the trip. Since it takes a while to build up vacation time, he asked about it, but figured it was unlikely. He asked about it WEEKS ago, but he still hadn't got an answer... Until about a week ago. They said yes! He told his mother and told her to keep it a secret from me -- He wanted to surprise me. Except, I was talking to his mother on Tuesday evening, and she accidentally let it slip. I said I would try to keep it a secret, and pretend like I didn't know... But Wednesday morning I cracked and told him I knew. We ended up having a good laugh about it, and it was all good.

I'm doing laundry now so I can finish up packing. I cleaned up the kitchen and the laundry room today. Both of them were gross. I can't believe what slobs John and Michael are... The laundry room had dryer lint all over the floor. Just covered the floor, especially so in one corner where it was piled like 2 feet high coming out of the tiny trash bin. Yuuuuuuck.

Leaving... on a jet plane

Well, more like in a moving truck tomorrow, only going about 8 miles away, and staying in Brooklyn... But I am ALL packed. Thank goodness. I hate packing. My hands are all achy and it hurts to knit! Woes is me!

I've been in this apartment for just under a year now. It's mostly been good. My roommate is a sweet girl, I want to stay friends with her. The neighborhood is nice, even though it's far from everything else in the city, it has all the amenities and then some. The view of the Verrazano Bridge is nice. I should have walked down to the overpass more often and sat by the river. I only did that ONCE. And it's been great to be right around the corner from the subway. I don't even have to cross the street to get there!

What I will be THRILLED to get away from? The roaches are number ONE. The uneven, warped floors. The terrible ventilation (there's no such thing as a cross-breeze in this apartment). The lack of a living room or any real place to sit and eat (99% of my meals have been eaten while sitting in bed). The unfriendly, sometimes creepy neighbors. The shower that doesn't drain properly.

And you know what? John's place in Bed-Stuy has NONE of those problems. It is far from the subway, and there's hardly any place to eat near him except the cafe around the corner (which closes at 5pm)... But it won't be so bad. And it's only temporary while we look for a new place. I'm hoping we can find some place nice in Astoria or in that area.

Babies babies babies!

So John started his job last Monday. He's on a probation period for the first year, but July 7, 2009 will be his first day as a "union" member working for the city, and that will mean real stability. So yesterday he said "If you're 40 pounds lighter by July 7 of next year, we're taking that birth control patch off, and trying for a baby." (Being 40 pounds lighter is my goal).

I asked, "What if I lose 40 pounds before then?"

He replied, "Then we can talk about getting married before then. But we'll try for a baby once I'm off probation."

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Wii Fit... And the job for John!!

So, the city investigative job that John has been waiting and waiting to hear about (and was really starting to doubt he would get it) finally called... And he GOT IT!! He is thrilled and has been telling everyone. He starts training on July 7th.

Unfortunately, this means probably no Hawaii trip in August. :-( We'll have to see, maybe he'll be able to get time off between training and starting the actual job, but it seems unlikely.

In other news, I have been working my ass off on the Wii Fit for the past week. I've only missed one day (Monday), and made up for it by working out for an hour and a half yesterday! Still haven't lost any weight, but that probably has something to do with the big dinners I had Sunday and Monday night.

I'm about to start this blanket for John's nephew Andy, who's just a month old. It's okay to give them a blankie in August, right??

Air Conditioning and The Boy.

I have a problem. John doesn't believe in air conditioning.

We don't actually live together, but we're always at each other's apartments, and it's rare that we spend more than one night apart. At his place, it's bearable, because somehow his apartment stays relatively cool. And he has a fan in the window. And besides, it's his place -- I can't really demand that he get an AC just for me.

My place is a different story. I live in a kind of crummy, pre-war apartment building, that gets UNBEARABLY hot. So I installed my AC a couple weeks ago (well, actually he did it for me, because it's a big heavy thing). Now, I know we are going through an energy crisis. Plus, my roommate and I are totally broke, and can't afford an expensive electric bill. So even though I'd LIKE to keep the AC at 72 all the time, I can't. I think 79 is a good temperature, and I put it on "Power Saver" when we go to bed, which regulates the temperature of the room and goes off when the room goes above 79. And with this, he gets COLD. I just don't get it.

The one thing I miss about the apartment I lived in last summer was the air conditioning. My landlord was ripping me off on the rent, but everything was included - So I would set the timer on my AC to go on an hour before I got home from work, at like 65 F, and I would come back home and open the door to my room... And it was like a nice cool refrigerator. Mmmm.

Am I never going to get that again?? What am I supposed to do when I move back in with John?

When Sushi Goes Bad

John is such a dunce sometimes. We went grocery shopping tonight, around 10 pm (already a bad idea to grocery shop so late). He thought it would be a great idea to get a big platter of sushi from the fish department. Not the fresh fish, over the counter department, but the pre-packaged, it's-been-sitting-there-for-days fish department.

"Sweetie," I said. "I think that's going to be gross. Supermarket sushi is never good."
"It looks good," he said. "And it's only 20 dollars!"

...Guess whose cats had a feast tonight?

Yeah, don't go grocery shopping late at night, when you're hungry.

John and I have been getting into a routine out here in Long Island. It's not a bad routine per se, but it's the same every night, no doubt. He watches Adult Swim while I go on the internet or play The Sims 2 until 2 or 3 am. He falls asleep on the sofa with the TV on around midnight (and I'm not allowed to turn the TV off). Around 3 am, I wake him up and we go to bed. Half the time he decides we should sleep with our heads at the end of the bed. And you really can't argue with John when he's half-asleep. I mean, really, you can't. It's impossible. He's like a 5-year-old.

I leave you with this adorableness... This baby plays tennis better than my dad!