Friday, December 30, 2005

my husband is addicted to ice cream.

Let me preface this by saying that in spite of (or maybe because of) his quirks, I love my husband very, very much. Also, this post is with his full permission, and even encouragement. So while it may seem like I am mocking him and his addiction to ice cream...well, I kind of am, but at least he said I could.

But I digress. On to the story.

My relationship with Brett began over ice cream. I guess it was a good indicator of things to come.

The first time we ever hung out, he called me up and convinced me to go to Haagen Daaz with him. This was back in high school, right before he asked me to the prom. We went to Haagen Daaz, and I had like one scoop of chocolate, and he had three scoops of mocha almond fudge. As we were leaving, he got another hand-packed pint of mocha almond fudge. He said it was for his mom. At the time, I thought that was cute. Now I know it was a lie and the ice cream was for him, but he didn't want to seem like a total fat kid in front of me. That bashfulness is looong gone, I tell you.

The second time I ever hung out with Brett, I went to his house. This was right after he asked me to prom. We were back in his room, listening to music, I think, (yes! really! we were listening to music and talking. we actually used to talk a lot. So as much as that sounds like a cover for making out, that is not what we were doing. we didn't even kiss until prom...the making out in his room came later.)

Aaaanyway, so we were listening to music and he asked if I wanted some ice cream.

I, not usually being one to turn down ice cream, said sure. Before I go any further, let me explain how I relate to ice cream. My favorite flavor, the same now as it has been for years, is Breyers Natural Vanilla, with a little chocolate syrup on top, but not too much, because I still like to be able to taste the vanilla. I like plain ice cream. Boring ice cream, as Brett calls it. The craziest I get in terms of ice cream having stuff in it is maybe if it is vanilla ice cream with Oreos in it, and even then it's only rarely that I deviate from plain vanilla or chocolate.

Also, I eat ice cream with the tiniest spoon possible, so as to savor the experience. Up until I was in college, I would actually eat ice cream with a baby spoon. (Yes, I know, totally strange. As Bree knows, I was an odd child.)

Anyway. Back to the story. Brett came back into the room with a giant mixing bowl in one hand and two giant spoons in the other. He set the bowl down on the floor, and I saw that it was filled not only with some kind of ice cream with stuff in it, but that it was also filled with some kind of carbonated beverage.

Yes. He had made a GIANT float. In a mixing bowl.

I ate some of it (he ate most of it). That was the start of our strange relationship with ice cream.

I should also tell you that Brett can eat ice cream faster than any one else I have ever met. An example would be the night we were watching CSI and he sat down with a pint of Ben and Jerry's as it started. The way CSI works is there is an opening segment, usually between 2 and 3 minutes, and then the credits. Then there are commercials, and then the show actually starts. In the time between the beginning of the opening segment and the time the show actually started, he had FINISHED THE ENTIRE PINT OF ICE CREAM.

The entire. Freaking. Pint. It's kind of sickening, really, when you think about how much fat is in one of those. But I digress.

Last night, I decided to take some photos to document Brett's ice cream habit. The concoction pictured here is one very similar to the one he brought into his room that night oh-so-long-ago. It's just in a smaller mixing bowl this time since the larger mixing bowl was dirty. Here he is, in the beginning, using a mixing spoon (with the mixing bowl) to scoop the ice cream out of the carton. Notice the nice, healthy array of fruit behind him. Does he choose to have a moderate amount of ice cream, and then maybe a banana to satisfy his sweet tooth? Of course not. He eats half a carton of Breyer's Rocky Road and a liter of Coke instead.

Which brings me to my next photo. Notice how much of the carton of ice cream is gone. I should point out that the carton was FULL when he started scooping -- rather, shoveling ice cream from the carton -- for this sugary creation. I mean, how can he eat that much and not feel totally sick? This is the man who is so picky about his food that he won't even eat Kraft cheese because he says anything Kraft is bad. And the man who turns up his nose at my enjoyment of pasta with butter and garlic, becuase, "It's gross to eat pasta with oil on it." Well, I think it's gross to eat that ice cream and coke why don't we just call it even? He can eat his ice cream-coke-sugar high, and I'll eat my fattening pasta dish, and we'll be good.

Here is the finished product. Note that the bowl is nearly overflowing with coke and ice cream. After he made the giant float, he carried it very carefully into the computer room to sit back and enjoy one of his other addictions while he ate his ice cream. That addiction is mopeds, and specifically, moped related websites. If you look closely at the next photo, you might be able to see the moped engine on the screen behind him. Alas. I guess an addiction to ice cream and mopeds isn't too terrible, right? At least it's not something icky like porn or hunting. I mean, I like mopeds and ice cream, too...just not as much as Brett does, I guess.

Really, though, I wish sometimes that I were more passionate about things than I am, that I were more like him in that respect. Because, seriously? What is it I'm passionate about like he's passionate about mopeds and ice cream? Nothing much. Maybe reading...I do read a lot. But is reading really all that great to be passionate about? I don't even read good books very often. (Good meaning thoughtful or intelligent) I suppose I should take Brett's passions as a lesson...and find some of my own.

Still, even if I think it's kind of gross that he consumes more ice cream than I have ever known another human to consume at one time, I have to admit, he's pretty dang adorable while he's doing it.

Monday, December 26, 2005

our Christmas, in pictures

Got this from my in-laws...ha. (I mean, they gave me other stuff, too, but I thought this was kinda funny.) I think it's chocolate-covered raisins or something.

Little Aud, looking crazed with all the wrapping paper and ribbon around.

Our little familiy, and all our presents, piled on our futon/bed (we've been sleeping downstairs because it's so cold upstairs where our real bed is). Brett's been keeping the house quite toasty with the fireplace lately.

Christmas Eve -- the fire roars as Brett reclines in the Poang, drinking a beer, after eating tortilla soup and about three chocolate souffles.

Our Christmas Eve guests, Anita (whom we know from Brett's school) and Brad (whom we know from Brett's work).

Mmmmm....whipped cream. Mmmmm.

The nine individual chocolate souffles I made for dessert. Yummy heavenly goodness in a ramekin.

Overall, it was a great couple of days. I got an awesome sweater from my mom (basically she found exactly what I had in mind, after probably over three months of searching for it), some very generous monetary gifts from my dad, the in-laws, and a couple of Brett's relatives, and a really sweet journal from our friend Becca.

We slept a ton yesterday (two naps!), ate cinnamon rolls and pizza, drank champagne, watched two movies (one of which was Danny Deckchair, which I highly recommend -- hilariously funny movie that has elements of a romantic quality, but very little of the cheesiness that usually accompanies that genre) and went to church. A very merry Christmas, indeed.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

merry christmas - again

It's Christmas Eve. We just ate my abso-freaking-lutely fantastic vegetarian tortilla soup, and now I'm in a period of limbo, making individual chocolate souffle cakes. I have to let the egg whites and yolks sit. So I am letting them sit. And I am sitting.

I have had 2 glasses of champagne and one beer so I am, as a result, slightly tipsy. Woo!

It's about 40 mins later now...and we are about ready to leave for church. Overall, a good evening...good company...a good time.

Friday, December 23, 2005

Feeling better

Gah. I don't know what was wrong with me yesterday. I was a mess. I felt like crap all day, until I got home. Brett was already home, and he came into the kitchen and gave me a hug. He asked me why I was sad, and I told him all of the things I said here yesterday, and more. There was one thing in particular that I didn't know how he'd react...but he was so sweet about it, I wanted to cry even more, only in a good way.

After that, I felt better, and reassured. I went to get a movie and then we had a nice relaxing evening watching Revenge of the Nerds (which I had never seen!) and Wallace and Gromit. In a grand gesture of generosity, Brett told me to get whatever I wanted at the video store, which is something that almost never happens. (Movie choosing, for us, is usually a negotiation dance of sorts, wherein we make suggestions, and offer concessions, and eventually come to some kind of agreement.) So we watched two very silly movies (well, three, because we watched both A Grand Day Out and The Wrong Trousers) and laughed and life seemed ok again.

Tonight, we're going to clean in anticipation of having some friends over for Christmas Eve dinner. I'm going to make vegetarian Tortilla Soup (a long, involved, 3-to-4-hour process, but oh-so-worth-it.) and for dessert, individual chocolate souffle cakes with fresh whipped cream. MMMM. We had that last year and it was so good I decided to make it every year we're home on Christmas Eve.

Tomorrow, I'll go to the grocery store, do any last minute cleaning, and then cook. We'll have dinner with Anita (from school), Brad (from Brett's work), and maybe another friend from Brett's work. Then Brett and I will go to the 10:00 Christmas Eve service at the Episcopal Cathedral downtown. It's always a beautiful service, and a full Eucharist, so there will be communion and a (short) sermon, with lots of carols played on their gorgeous organ. I am really looking forward to it.

Christmas Day, we have no plans. We have a few movies coming from Netflix (side note: if you have Netflix, email me! I'll put you on my friends list...) and will probably just be lazy and eat cinnamon rolls. One year, I tried to make cinnamon rolls from scratch, which ended up being way too much work, and they weren't even that good. So, although I am embarrassed to admit it, I will buy the kind in the can that you get from the refrigerated case. You know, the ones that are full of fat and hydrogenated oil that you have to bang against the counter to open. Oh well. They taste good so I don't care. We never buy them otherwise, so one day a year can't hurt too much.

Anyway. I just wanted to say thanks to those of you who commented and emailed yesterday. I really appreciate having friends like you.


Thursday, December 22, 2005

Ever read the Phantom Tollbooth?

It was one of my favorite books as a child. We read it in the fourth grade, I think, and I loved it. It's about a boy named Milo who is bored with life, and one day he gets a mysterious package. It's the Phantom Tollbooth, complete with a little car for Milo to use. He drives through the booth, and finds himself in a strange land filled with amazing people and creatures.

Along his journey, he meets the Lethargians, who inhabit the Doldrums. They are lazy and disaffected and bored and depressed. (The entire book is full of this type of play on words, which is something I loved about it back in the day and still love now.)

Here is a copy of one of the drawings from the book, when Milo encounters the Lethargians living in the Doldrums.

The point of all of this is to basically say that I feel like I'm right there with Milo in the Doldrums today. I don't know why. I think it's a combination of hormones, worry about making it financially, and the loneliness that comes with being away from family during Christmastime.

As much as being in Oregon during the holidays is difficult because of the nine million family obligations we have, I wish we were there this year. This will be our third Christmas alone. The first two were great, because it was so freeing not to have the pressures of having to divide our time between five places. This year? I'd give my eyeteeth to have to do that.

I would love to spend just 3 hours with my mom and sister and niece and nephew, going to see Santa with them at the big department store downtown. I wish I could see their little faces as they talked to Santa. (Sh*t, now I'm crying.) My family has gone to see Santa there for as long as I can remember. It's a whole floor of the department store they turn into the "North Pole," and the same awesome Santa is there every year. Well, this is the last year they are doing it. Damn Macy's bought the store and are going to discontinue it and make effing condos. And I will never get to go there again and I will never get to take my kids there and that makes me really sad.

I wish I could spend a few hours baking with Brett's mom and sisters. I called the other day and that's what they were doing. I would love to be hanging with them, in our jammies all day, making gingersnaps and snickerdoodles and eating more than we save as we watch and laugh at trashy daytime TV.

I wish I could be with my sister-in-law and my niece and nephew on Christmas. I've only spent two Christmases with them, and that was when year my 8-year-old niece was under 2 years old. My nephew wasn't born yet. I especially wish I could be there this year since my brother has been deployed to Korea and won't be able to be with them. My mom is there, though, which is good.

I wish I could open presents with my dad and stepmom while drinking good wine as we sit in front of the fire, then go to church with them on Christmas Eve.

I wish I could give Brett's Grandma Dori a hug. She's the sweetest lady ever and the only grandma I've got left. Same with Brett's Grandpa Buz and his new wife, Gloria, and all the rest of Brett's extended family. His aunts, uncles, cousins, who have adopted me into their family and whom I love dearly. I wish I could see them this weekend, too.

But I can't. I can't do any of these things because I am 3,000 miles away. And I am going to have to come to terms with that. Really soon. Like about 4 hours ago.

It is what it is, we are here in Maine, and that is how it has to be for now. I just needed to vent all of this out. And strangely, I feel a lot better having done so.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

a car update

We took the car to a mechanic this morning to see if we could find out what's wrong with it. I found the mechanic yesterday on the Car Talk website, by looking at reviews that other people had written. This one all had good reviews, so we thought we might as well use them.

The mechanic called a little while ago. The problem is, in fact, a bad water pump. Thank God it's not the entire freaking radiator system, which is what we were afraid of after reading those horror stories on the internet.

We decided to go ahead and have them do the repair, since we don't know when Caleb would be able to get to it. It's going to cost a bit of money, but nothing near as bad as I feared, so it didn't sound too bad when Brett told me the cost. They should have the car done today, too, so we can pick it up this afternoon.

Also, a big thanks to Randy, one of my co-workers, who offered to let us use his family's second car this weekend, since he'll be out of town. He called last night and said, "I was reading your blog and I saw that you're going to be carless this weekend. You guys can borrow our car if you want." How generous of him! I was really touched.

So for now, it seems the car trouble is solved. What a relief! I just hope we can fix the other small things that need fixing so we can continue on the road of getting it ready to sell in a couple months.

Monday, December 19, 2005

awww, crap. just...crap.

We've been having trouble with our car, a 1996 Chevy Blazer, for a couple weeks. It's been overheating but we've been trying different things to solve the problem, starting with the easiest things first: adding antifreeze.

That helps for about 5 minutes and then it just starts to overheat again. And, there's been no heat in the car this whole time. So poor Brett has been freezing his ass off in addition to having to stop every mile and a half to add antifreeze.

Tonight, Brett and our downstairs roommate and car mechanic wizard Caleb looked at the car. Caleb said he thinks it's a bad water pump. Ok, not TOO bad, about $60 and a couple hours of their time to fix it. The problem? Well, problem number one is that Caleb's leaving to spend Christmas with his family in Vermont in like two days and doesn't have time to fix it before then. Problem number two is that he's taking his Kia (which I drive all week) with him, which will leave us carless. Problem number three is that Brett just spent the past hour looking up this particular problem on the internet (searches like, "chevy blazer + overheating" and "chevy blazer + no heat") and what he found has totally freaked him -- and by extension, me -- out.

It's like when you have a rash or something, and you go to WebMD and look up the condition and you suddenly are convinced you have scabies or cancer, and it turns out to be something as simple as an allergic reaction to the new laundry detergent you bought. (What? Have I ever done that, you ask? No, never! Um, or almost never...except for that one time.)

Anyway, apparently there are several comments by owners of similar Blazers that it's a problem with the entire heating and cooling system, and that despite replacing the water pump, the radiator, and, well, the entire effing system at astronomical costs, the problem has persisted for years, apparently due to a faulty GMC coolant called Dexcool that basically clogs the radiator and hoses so badly they have to be replaced. Read more here.

I really, really hope it's not that. *praying* Please, God, please let it just be the water pump. Please.

So now Brett's in a bad mood, and is totally convinced the car is going to, like, blow up or something, or at least -- as he put it tonight -- "cost a small fortune to fix." I really hope he's not right and that it is just the water pump.

Sigh. So now I don't know what to do. Should we wait it out and see if he and Caleb can fix it next week, and be carless all weekend -- even on Christmas and Christmas Eve? (I reeeeally wanna go to midnight church Christmas eve! and with no car, that won't be possible.) And what will we do for a car Thursday and Friday? We both have to get to work.

I freaking hate cars. I hate them. Well, ok, I like that I don't have to walk everywhere in Maine (it's too cold and things are too spread out for that). What I hate about cars is how they always seem to break down at the least convenient time financially. Why didn't the car break down in the summer, when we were much more flush with cash from Brett working full-time? Why did it have to break down now, just after we've spent what *I* call a small fortune on end-of-semester supplies and Christmas? WHY? It's like the car knows when it's a bad time, and decides to do things like this to spite me.

If you'll search back through the archives, you'll see we had car trouble last year at Christmastime, too. Sucks. It just SUCKS and I am PISSED OFF about it. AUGH!!!!

I hate having no money for things like this. I hate having a car that does this crap. I wish we hadn't bought the Blazer and had bought an economic, simple, fuel efficient small sedan instead. But we didn't. And I guess I can't change that. We'll probably be selling the Blazer by summer anyway so I guess the main objective now is to do what we can, be it through bubblegum and spit or through real repairs, to get the car working in order to see us through the winter and get the damn thing sold.

Ugh. I need to get back to working on work (which, yes, I am STILL DOING at 10:00 p.m.) or tomorrow is going to suck even more ass than this car problem.

Saturday, December 17, 2005

our crazy cat, our Christmas tree, and icy snow

Some of you may have heard me say that my cat Audrey likes to lick me. Upon hearing this, many people have said, "Oh, yeah, sure whatever. My cat likes to lick me, too."

No. You don't understand. My cat really, really licks me. To the point where she will stand up on her hind legs, put her paw on my forehead for support, and lick away. (And lick, and lick, and lick.) It's kind of gross but it's also funny. I don't let her do it all the time, but last night I had Brett take some photos so I could fully document the intensity of the licking.

In the photo below, you will see that I am slightly grimacing. This is because cat tongues are known to be rough and when put in contact with the soft skin on my doesn't feel very pleasant. This is a good example of how she'll put her paw up on my face or my glasses to support herself.

Oh, and I really have to ask you to excuse my AWFUL, terrible fashion (or lack thereof) combination. It's hideous. When I got home from work, I was freezing, so I just put on my very gaudy flannel pajama pants and left on the shirt I wore to work. I really, really should have changed before we started taking photos of things but I didn't think of it until we were almost done. Oh well. I didn't wear it out in public, I just posted it to the whole Internet. Heh.

In addition to being licked by my very strange cat, Audrey (whom we do call Little Aud because, well, she's a little odd), we also decorated our Christmas tree last night.

My father-in-law (hi, Jeff!) told Brett it's a "beautiful tree" and I have to agree with him. Despite going through hell and back to get 3 strands of working lights on it, I have to say it's pretty cool. It's bigger than ones we've had in the past so our ornaments look kinda sparse on it, but all in all it looks pretty good.

We had a good time decorating it -- or at least I did; I think Brett isn't a huge fan of Christmas tree decorating -- as we drank hot cocoa and tea, and listened to the John Fahey Christmas record.

It's completely icy out this morning. Yesterday, we had a few inches of snow followed by rain...and then it froze last night. Everything is iced over and although it is treacherous, it's really beautiful.

This is an example of the treachery. These are our back stairs, which are coated with about an inch of ice in some places. Brett shoveled them last night, but we don't have any salt or ice-melt so they iced over. I think it's time to get some. I have already fallen on the ice this year (last night, but not at home) and I know I'm due for more falls. It's kind of inevitable when you put a clumsy person like me on a solid sheet of ice, minus the ice skates.

This is an example of the beauty, although I don't think this photo does it justice. The way the sun is shining through the ice on the branches of this tree is lovely. I was out early this morning, taking photos for work at an event in Westbrook, and it's really breathtaking when a whole vista of trees are rendered silver by the sunlight shining through their ice-covered branches.

Now, I have to get ready for the day, clean the house a bit because Kahlil and Laura are coming over for dinner (yay! It's been ages since we've seen them), and then go to the mall to meet my friend Katie and do a little shopping. I just have a couple things left -- a present for my nephew Kevin and possibly something for a couple other people who I won't mention here since they read this blog. Also, I am going to see if there's anything I can't live without, since I do have that work bonus burning a proverbial hole in my proverbial pocket.

Friday, December 16, 2005

It's another snowy day, although where I am at work -- about 30 mi south of my house -- it's turned to sleet. Ugh. (My snow romanticism is gone. I told you it would be gone soon...and now it is. I hate winter in Maine.)

Tonight, Brett and I are planning to have a nice, quiet evening. He has his final critique in his photo seminar class today, and then tonight, we are (I am) going to make a yummy dinner (potstickers, stir fry, and rice), decorate the Christmas tree, listen to the Frank Sinatra Christmas album, drink hot cocoa, and watch a movie. It will be a lovely evening, I hope. We certainly need it. The past few weeks have been crazy where Brett's schoolwork load is concerned.

Tomorrow, I have to get up early and go take photos of this Toys for Kids event in Westbrook. Bah. I hate getting up early on Saturdays, especially for work-related things. Oh well. Then, in the afternoon, I'm meeting my friend Katie at the mall to do a little shopping. Should be fun. In the evening, we may have our friends Kahlil and Laura over for dinner. I'd like that; it's been a long time since we've seen them.

Sunday, we'll probably sleep in and then go to church in the evening. No big plans there.

So, not a very eventful weekend, but it should be a good one. I'm looking forward to having some time to chill out with an un-stressed version of my husband.

Monday, December 12, 2005

The search begins...

The search begins...
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So cute. ;-p

"Take the picture, Leen."

"Take the picture, Leen."
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What a man. Traipsing through the snow to find his wife a Christmas tree, despite the mounds of homework he has to do.


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Brett fells the tree.

The Christmas Tree

With the tree again, closeup
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Here we are with our Maine Christmas tree that we got Sunday afternoon. It's about 6 and a half feet tall and is really pretty!

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Before...(the beginning of the storm)

I took this at about 8 a.m., just after the snow started.

(Pardon the mess in the front yard. It's part of the landlords' never-ending retaining wall/stair project. They started in *july* and aren't done yet. At least the snow is completely covering it now.

After the storm...

Lots of snow
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This should give a good idea of how much snow we got in roughly a 7-hour period. It started snowing about 7:30 or 8 a.m., and stopped about 3. Brett took this photo at the airport last night about 5:30 as he was plowing the snow into piles.

Big pile 'o snow
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A big pile o' snow. Brett took this last night at the airport as he was plowing.

Brett and Leen
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Taken last night, at home, after my company Christmas party.

Brett with the plow truck
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Brett took this photo this afternoon. He drives this truck, with the 9-foot v-plow, all over the parking areas at the airport
A plane flies in over the Portland airport, about 24 hours after the snow has stopped.

Friday, December 09, 2005

let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

The first snowstorm of the year has begun and it is really coming down. They're calling for 6-12 inches where we live. I have to admit, my some of my snow romanticism is still present (i.e., thoughts of, "Oh! Pretty! Snow!", although I doubt much of that romanticism will be left by the end of the day today.

Driving here in the little, tiny Kia was a bit of an adventure, but I made it, even if it took me about twice as long as usual. I was late to our staff meeting and had to walk in after everyone else had started.

I'm going to make some phone calls from work this morning, and then head back up toward home as soon as I can, stopping in Westbrook on the way.

Then, tonight, we have to come back down to Biddeford for my work Christmas party, which, should be fun once we are here. Free alcohol, the rumor of Christmas bonuses, dinner, dancing, a gift exchange -- I've heard it's actually a really good party.

Even without the snow, it would have been a crazy day. With it, well, I am just playing everything by ear.

In other news, our new computer came yesterday. It's a 2GB, Mac G5. It's screaming fast. WOO-HOO!!! We set it up with minimal hassle -- I was surprised how easy it was -- and stayed up until 2 a.m. playing with it. Heh. We both had a hard time getting up this morning but that's ok. It was fun. The screen is *huge* -- it's a 20-inch cinema display (so it can play widescreen DVDs at the correct ratio). It is totally badass.

I'll post some snow photos later. Which, really, are not that exciting, but oh well. (I mean, I ask you -- how exciting can snow really be? Answer: Not very.)

I do need to make some phone calls now and get a little work done before I leave.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Warning: really kind of gross, but also? Really hilarious.

I may be the only one who finds this funny, and if that's the case, so be it. Most of you will probably think I should be reported to PETA or something, or else you'll just think I'm sick and twisted. Which, I kind of am. Be that as it may, I just about died laughing when Brett told me what happened to him last night when he got home from school.

First, some background. Our cat, Audrey, (whom, I must say, we do love dearly, despite her recent naughty behavior) has been bad lately. She's been peeing on anything and everything that we leave on the floor. My black wool coat? Check. Brett's Timbuk2 bag? Check. My handmade winter hat and scarf that fell off the coatrack? Check. The bathmat? Check. My long sleeved black shirt that fell off the chair? Check. Any laundry I have sorted on the floor? Check.

It's really nasty, and frankly, has us worried. We are going to take her to the vet to see if something is wrong. We've also tried some different litter, and tried giving her more water, which seems to be helping matters. But I digress.

So she's been peeing on all of our stuff lately, which is totally frustrating when (like myself) you go to put on your coat, hat, and scarf, and find yourself gagging at the smell of cat pee. Yes. Fun. (Not.)

So. Last night, I called Brett on the way home from a city council meeting. The following conversation ensued.

Brett: Hello?
Me: Hey, it's me. I'm on my way home.
Him: Oh, good. Hey, guess what? I got revenge on Audrey for peeing on all of our stuff lately.
Me [thinking, "How the hell do you get revenge on a cat?"]: Oh? What did you do?
Him [giggling a little]: Well, um, I kind of accidentally peed on her a little bit.
Me [starting to laugh too]: You WHAT? You PEED ON HER? How do you kind of accidentally pee on a cat?!?!
*Note: I will now paraphrase, becuase I don't think my husband wants me broadcasting any more about his bodily functions to the Internet.Essentially, he was about to do his business when Audrey jumped in front of him and he couldn't stop before he hit her.*
Me [now DYING of laughter, tears rolling down my face, about to pee my pants]: What did she DO?!
Him [also dying of laughter]: Well, she went, "MrOWWWW!" and jumped out of the way, and then sat right outside the bathroom door, lickign herself violently and kind of going, "Ech, ech, ech."
Me [laughing harder than I ever thought possible]: You should -- HAHAHAHAHA -- You should brush her or something, to get the pee off.
Him [also laughing extremely hard]: I tried -- BWAHAHAHAHA -- I tried -- BWAHAHAHA -- [talking really fast to get it out before he laughed again] I-tried-to-wipe-her-off-with-a-paper-towel.

Anyway, Audrey doesn't seem *too* scarred, I hope. Brett felt really bad, I think, once he was able to stop laughing.

Oh, and any suggestions about cats peeing on things and how to make them stop would be most appreciated. (Becca, let this in no way discourage you from getting a's worth it; I promise!!)

Saturday, December 03, 2005

the iPod has arrived...and baby cuteness

Thursday morning, at about 8:30 a.m., the FedEx guy woke me up by pounding on the door, which scared the crap out of me, but I don't really mind because he had my iPod. so cool. It even has solitare on it. Solitare! Woo! (I have no idea why that is so exciting to me, but the fact that it has solitare just blew me away.)

I started downloading my CDs onto it from my work computer, which I understand is not smart if I want to use my home computer for it,'s this whole thing with automatic updating and my iTunes library....I don't really understand it but I guess I don't really care because I didn't want to wait a week until our computer comes to be able to use my new toy. I'll just take the instant gratification and reap the consequences later, I suppose.

Now, the biggest challenge is finding the cover/case/tube thing I want for it. I've got it narrowed down, but am having a hard time deciding. I kind of want pink, but if Brett ever borrows it then that would look stupid, and also I am worried that pink would get dirty. So I might get electric blue (which glows in the dark!) instead.

In other news, we went to our friends' Shepard and Jamie's house last night for dinner. I grew up with Jamie in Oregon, and she moved to Maine because Shepard's family is from here.

They have two kids, Autumn, who is two, and Corbyn, who is five monts old. He? Is so. Freaking. Cute. I held him for a while last night, and gave him his bottle. He made the cutest little sounds while he was eating. And then he snuggled with me. And then Brett stole him from me because *he* wanted to hold the snuggly baby.

*whispering* Holding him? And seeing Brett hold him and read Autumn her bedtime story three times? Really made me want one.

Alas, I will just wait...which is ok, because I like sleeping in, and reading for fun, and being independent. But still. I look forward to the time when we have our own kids, who look a little like us. That will be fun.