You Guys Rock!
Thanks for all the replies to my question. I really appreciate it! I’m really pleased with the caliber of the responses–a nice variety of well thought out changes.
So today is Christmas Eve and I’m still sitting here in my holey robe. I should take a shower and get started on the pumpkin pies. Instead I’m watching Jay Leno and writing this entry. I’ve become addicted to late night television, something I never watched until I moved here. It helps that Leno is on at 9 in the morning, Conan comes on at 4:45 pm and Letterman starts at 6 pm. Strange, strange times for late night. I don’t really care for Leno, but the other two have started to grow on me.
Mike is a bad, bad boy. He forgot to take the candy and cookies I made for his work buddies. I’ll have to slap him around when he gets home. I don’t want these things sitting here tempting me. I weighed for the first time after my surgery yesterday and it’s as I suspected. I’ve already gained four pounds. I guess it could have been worse. This isn’t exactly the dieting season. As soon as we get to the US (after a big pizza, a big Mexican meal, and a small marshmallow cream sundae) I’m going on a very strict diet! It won’t be easy while we are staying at my grandma’s since she still equates food with love and her idea of “good food” makes us run out to buy Taco Bell and Burger King, but as soon as we are into our own place we can start eating healthy. I think we’ll move into our own place within a week of landing. Is that too fast? First I was saying we could stay three weeks, then two weeks, but now I’m down to just one. It shouldn’t be hard. We have the cash in hand and there are tons of places available. Just have to find an acceptable one and move in!
Here’s my fantasy time line:
Dec. 30, move completely out of apartment and into Annica’s house
Jan 1, fly to Stockholm and hopefully meet up with ozswede!
Jan 2, Fly from Stockholm to Frankfurt to Portland (where Mike will be examined by immigrations, hopefully not rectally) to Klamath Falls
Jan 3, sleep
Jan 4, Christmas shopping
Jan 5, start apartment hunting
Jan 6, finish up stuff
Jan 7, move into new apartment
Jan 8, have a family Christmas Mexican dinner
Not too shabby, eh? Am I overly ambitious?
We had a sad, sad day yesterday. Poor old Tilda took a drive to the scrap yard and has been reduced to rubble. She had so many problems we couldn’t sell her but we did get a little bit of money from the government for putting an old car out of commission. We got more money for our couch than for our car. Something is wrong with that picture. Mike bought her new many, many years ago and she’s served well. I’m glad we were content with driving around an old car because now we have a little pile of cash that didn’t go to car payments. Little piles of cash are nice.
The scrap yard was a strange, strange place. There was a scrap yard guy BSing with Mike the whole time, just wishing we would have brought in a 1963 Camaro. When Mike started talking about his car and telling that he had bought it new I seriously thought the guy was going to start crying. He was talking about how it was an emotional time for Mike and how hard it would be to see the car go. I must be totally cold and heartless but I almost started laughing. To see this big gruff, scruffy, dirt under the nails kind of guy get all emotional about a car was just one of the more bizarre things I’ve seen in my life.
Ok, maybe I really should go take a shower now! Then I can wrap up the girls’ presents, make the pies, and watch A Christmas Story.