Queen of Rambles

I should be packing, but instead I’m trying to think of something witty and articulate to say to my masses of readers (do you think 30 people count as masses?)

I just did something very bad. Mike has this little device that he uses to access his online banking stuff. You enter a PIN then it gives a number and you enter another number and back and forth until the bank if convinced that you know what you are doing and are capable of understanding the complexities of online banking. I first experienced this device when he visited me in Astoria. I thought I could be all psychic and figure out his PIN without asking him. I sometimes believe I have ESP. I’m weird like that. Mike failed to mention that I wasn’t playing Indefinite ESP. I was playing Three Strikes and You’re Out ESP. After my third guess his poor little machine locked up and he couldn’t pay any of his bills. He had to go to the bank and get them to fix it. When I first moved here he told me the new PIN and I just decided to see if I remembered the number. I did! But I don’t know what to do with it so I hope I didn’t break it again. My life is full of excitement.

Nothing much else going on here. I’m just stressing about the trip to the Embassy tomorrow. I’ve never been to such an official place before so don’t know how to act. I guess just act like a normal human being and try not to pee on any of their furniture. Not that I’m in a habit of peeing on furniture. I’ve been potty trained for a few years now. I just seem to have a very unhealthy desire to pee on things that irritate me. I have no idea how this came about. It started Saturday. I think the evil puzzle released some sort of Jim Carrey virus into my brain. I hate Jim Carrey humor and it seems like peeing on a puzzle is something he would do. I prefer to think of myself as Jerry Seinfeld, only not male, thin or neat.

I was just reading something that said people who don’t speak English think “venereal” and “diarrhea” are two of the most beautiful words in our language. Can you imagine them trying to woo someone with beautiful words that they don’t understand and saying something about “you’re as beautiful as diarrhea”. Now I’m disgusting. See? I’m turning into a nasty Jim Carrey. At least I haven’t turned into Andy Dick. I saw a commercial for his show on MTV the other day and thought I was going to puke. Who is interested in such disgusting humor? I guess teenaged boys. MTV isn’t for me, that’s for sure.

Aren’t you guys going to be glad to get rid of me for a couple of days? Brenda won’t post gross stuff like I post.

I hope I remember to take my camera on the trip. I have to take 16 pictures for the 26 Things project while I’m there. Yes, I’m pathetic. My motivation for the project popped and fizzled. Like Mike always says–I’m digital. I’m either on or off. I was on for several days and that’s pretty amazing. Usually I’m only on for a few hours before moving on to my next strange project.

Here’s something I find mildly interesting. Today we got another Telegram for our wedding. Here in Sweden it’s pretty common for people to donate money to charity in your name instead of giving you a wedding gift directly. I don’t have any positive or negative feelings about it–just find it something different. We got some really nice gifts and can certainly afford to buy what we need. I do wish they would let us choose the charity. This one went to the Heart and Lung Foundation which is a worthy cause, but I prefer donating on a more local level. I like to think that money I donate actually makes a difference instead of going into a national machine that has sky high administrative costs. I’m not saying the Heart and Lung Foundation is like that. I have no idea how it disperses funds–I just like to have a feeling that my money is actually doing something for the community I live in. Actually, I prefer doing volunteer work to donating money. Much harder to misappropriate, don’t you think? Hopefully when we get back to the US I can volunteer with SMART (Start Making a Reader Today) or something similar. I like to work with kids. I know older people need help too but I am not good at dealing with the elderly.

Ok, I’m off. I need to write a few more thank you cards before we leave plus pack my bags and stuff like that. See you guys Thursday evening! Wish us luck at the embassy.

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