Queen of Rambles

Remember when I mentioned our apartment seemed to be having electricity issues? They’ve gotten worse. We now have an outlet that won’t work and our whole apartment complex is in midst of a blackout. A laptop makes a handy, yet awkward flashlight. I hope this means the problem is complex wide and not just us. It might actually get fixed if this power outage is the end result. It was a weird outage, too. Yesterday that power flickered a few times. Tonight it had that big, gulping “swoosh. . . swoosh. . . swoosh. . . ” you hear on TV when the power is chugging on and off and on and off. If that makes any sense.

Our Latin Cardio teacher was sick this morning. Her replacement was a hip-hop instructor who didn’t know anything at all about Latin dancing except to yell “cha cha cha” occasionally. I thought I was going to hate it because the music was horrible, but after she started showing us the routine it was pretty fun. I’ve never done the booty bob, Marcia Brady or Roger Rabbit before. I’ll probably never do them again.

The little old lady next to me was about as sour as they come. She was scandalized when the teacher kept yelling out. “Make it dirty! Make it dirty!” I thought the poor woman was going to stroke out when the teacher showed the two guys in the class the alternative move to the women’s hip circles. Let’s just say I’ve never seen such a dirty looking pelvic thrust, not even in the middle of real pelvic thrusting action. I prefer booty bobbing to hip thrusting, me thinks.

I tried out that Blurb thing and am so sad! It works, but it doesn’t work efficiently. At all. I spent about an hour playing with it last night and gave up after I managed to get 8 pages done (out of probably 800 or more). Why, oh why, can’t Blog Binders figure out a way to make it work? They print through Cafepress so I wonder what their overhead is. I wish they would just sell their technology to someone else so someone else could set it up and let me make blog books.

So how many of you are wine freaks? How many of you are French? If so, Mike says I have to confess my sins to you and let you come and find me and kill me.

He bought a really nice Chardonnay to help train my new wine appreciation tastes. He told me the stronger flavors settle on the bottom, so before I poured my glass tonight I wanted to make sure all the flavors were evenly distributed. I picked up the bottle, shook it, and had a laughing fit as Mike flew over the table to kill me. I spent a solid five minutes laughing my ass off at the face he made. Apparently shaking bottles of wine is a very bad thing. I’m getting the giggles just thinking of it.

Maybe I’m just giggly tonight. Erik and Mike took a shower, which meant Mike actually let me in the bathroom while he was showering. I read about couples who shower together and try to convince Mike that would be a fun idea, but he firmly shuts the door against my intrusion. Probably because he knows I would steal all the water. I’ve never seen Mike shower, so I watched in fascination as he carefully and thoroughly soaped up ever single square inch of his body. Even between his toes! Nothing was left to chance. Me? I guess I’m gross because I just scrub the stinky parts and assume the soapy rinse water flow will take care of the none smelly parts like my calves and tops of my feet (unless I’ve been wearing sandals).

The dry off was the same. I’ve never seen someone literally dry off between their toes before. I towel off the big parts and then let myself drip dry. I don’t think there was a molecule of water on Mike’s body when he stepped out of the shower.

It is probably futile to write this post. This is probably the big one–we are probably off the grid and when the laptop battery dies I’ll be done with computers forever. We’ll probably have to figure out how to catch the squirrels that roam around our little wooded area and roast them over an open fire. What else can we eat? I guess we can eat acorns. I read that if you soak them in water for a few days then dry them out they become edible and you can pulverize them to make flour. I didn’t even know they were poisonous. I’m going to be great at this “living off the land” business. Maybe I should wear pants to bed tonight. What if our power was cut off by invading forces and we have to make a quick escape tonight? I guess I can stop worrying about making blog books and start worrying about escaping the Cylons.

YIKES! Cylons! Tonight is the big season finale and it’s not recording! We’re supposed to find out a major major major thing and I’ll miss it! Hmmmm. . Never fear. I do believe they show BSG on demand and they also re-run the episodes a million times. I’ll be safe as long as the power comes back on some day soon.

Did I ever mention that Erik learned the word “cat” and can even say it in sign language? He’s learning lots of words, of course, but this one cracks me up because he just learned it from his sign language DVD. He’s not really sure what a cat is, but whenever he sees a squirrel he starts shouting “ca! ca!” and doing the cat sign. He won’t say dog, but whenever he sees a dog he starts saying “woof, woof” and doing other doggie sounds. There was a friendly dog at the park today and Erik spent a good half hour chasing it all over the park instead of playing on the equipment. The boy is in dire need of a pet dog but he’s not going to get one until we can afford a house with a backyard and a person to come and take care of all dog duties.

Guess I better try to go to bed and get some sleep and hope I can post this tomorrow morning. I really hope the war doesn’t start on my birthday! I will be most unhappy if I don’t get to bake my super intense brownies tomorrow.

Update: Power came on at midnight. Erik woke up at 6 am with a fever. No gym for us today. This is shaping up to be an excellent birthday. Sick baby, no me time. Whoo-hooo!

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