I discovered last night the one perfect food I would choose to get fat on, get sick from eating constantly, spend entire paychecks on, or… consume solely for the rest of my life. Ben and Jerry’s Vermonty Python. Oh. My. Goodness. I would compare the experience to sex, if I’d had it. Suffice it to say it is the height of perfection for ice cream. For food in general, really. “Coffee liqueur ice cream with chocolate cookie crumb swirl and fudge cows.” I know the little carton says that there are four servings in there, but that is soooooo not happening. I made myself put it away before turning the carton into one serving, because I thought that might actually make me sick, and it was one a.m. and that didn’t sound fun.

Last night was spent painting. I painted the closet a lovely pale lavendary-pink color (turns out that Semi-Gloss was the right choice for finish, since it now feels super-clean and will wipe down nicely, and since it was so incredibly gross in there, I now feel comfortable putting my clothes in there, or, at least, will when I’m finished). The bottom part needs a second coat - it’s hard to tell if you’re getting good coverage since lighting is an issue. The trim is getting done in a darker grey-lavendar color, and I think I’m going to end up painting the ceiling that color too. The shelf is going to be painted the darker color as well, but it is incredibly disgusting (I removed it from the closet) and needs some serious cleaning first.

I also got motivated and started doing the edging with primer. It’s a freaking huge room, I realized. I think it took me almost two hours to do just the edging, and I didn’t do the ceiling part or on top of the doors (I was avoiding ladder work). This could take a long time. And a lot of paint. Glad I decided to use primer, though, because there’s no way one gallon of yellow paint would have covered otherwise. I may still need to buy a second gallon - we’ll see.

That’s it. That’s all I did. Well, I talked to for a while before she had to go to bed and get some sleep. She’s going to bed at 9 these days, so tired - her body’s kinda busy, creating new life and all, and so it’s understandable. She’s enjoying morning sickness now (OK, enjoying isn’t exactly the right word). It was good to know that she was just as surprised as I was by ’s plans to move up here. Seems she’s even been looking for houses. This, of course, means she’s turning more into her mother (since moving to Minnesota seems like a fairly impulsive idea, even if it takes her several months for it to come to fruition), which does not bode well for me in the future.

Tonight, Wine Kelly is going to make an appearance. And then she will be driven home, placed in bed, and sleep for as long as she wants to. I took Friday off work so painting can be done, so it all works out quite nicely, I think.

It’s Administrative Professional Day (or whatever PC term we’re using), so there are treats outside my cube, which of course means there are co-workers standing outside of it talking (for the last hour), and I’ve been berated twice for not partaking. I don’t really enjoy standing around listening to other people’s conversations feeling awkward - I’d rather sit in my cube and listen to their conversations and type on my computer. Whatever. Yes, I realize it’s a bit antisocial, but since the person who brought in all the treats and gave me a gift isn’t even here, I don’t feel all that bad about not openly partaking. There is a Boston Creme doughnut with my name on it though. It’s calling out.

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(I know, I said I was going home, but then, well, I didn’t. Sue me.)

1. Do you care what other people think? Explain: Yes and no. I try very hard not to do things because others want me to, but I know I also fall prey to caring what they think in regards to certain things. It all depends on who they are, I guess.
2. What two things do you sense you’re supposed to do before your life is over? I hope that through my church work, I accomplished one of them, which would vaguely/broadly be “to change the world.” Other than that, I guess I don’t really know. Make a positive contribution to society. Life the life God planned for me.
3. Is your family life the way you imagined it would be? If not, what can you do to change it? This is way too deep of a question that opens a whole bag of worms, and, well, it’s time to go home for the day, so I’m pleading the 5th.
4. If you can go back to your childhood for one day. What day and age will you choose? I think any time before junior high, because I don’t remember my childhood well, nor do I remember it terribly happily because of chemical imbalances in my brain, but I know that I had a good childhood and had fun, and I think it’d be nice to experience even a piece of that, knowing what I know now (and medicinally-altered as I am).
5. What are two skills you’ve wanted but don’t have? I wish I had any artistic talent in terms of painting or sculpting or the visual arts. I also, sometimes, wish I had a tad more grace, because that would enable me to dream for several skills, like… not falling down stairs, or dancing, or just generally being less self-conscious.

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In this re-creation of my original post that Blogger ate yesterday, I will attempt to be more concise, and yet also get across what I meant to yesterday. Work got busy and so I haven’t had much time to spend blogging, hence the lack of re-posting.

I came home at 9:45 Sunday night to an empty apartment. The place literally echoes. is out and gone and it’s all done. She stopped by last night to pick up the last of her things, return her keys and get the cable boxes. It’s over over over. I was bouncing off the walls with joy and had no one to share it with, so I called and , whom I’m sure I overwhelmed with my giddiness. Half an hour later…. came home and we rejoiced together, wandering around the house laughing at the things she took with her (who wants to move ___fill in the blank___ to New York?) and dreaming up the possibilities. Then she informed me that we have a new roommate who’ll be in by June 1 but is paying for half of May, which is a huge relief, since this means we only have to split half of the remaining rent between us, and that’s just over a hundred bucks each, which is do-able.

I totally couldn’t sleep, or, rather, couldn’t get myself even close to bed, with all the excitement.

Last night I cleaned the room, and it was disgusting. I can barely put it into words. I washed the windows - paper towels came away black with filth. I washed the walls and the baseboards and the floor and the fireplace. I had to wear rubber gloves it was so disgusting. I sprayed down the floor in an attempt to remove the kitty litter smell. Tonight I hope to purchase primer and purple paint for the closet. There’s so much I want to do, and I just have to remind myself that I have plenty of time in which to do it - three whole weeks before I need to be out of my room. That’s more than enough time (or should be) to clean, paint, and move in properly, especially since I’m just moving things down the hall, so it’s not like I have to pack anything, and since I’ve already got the floor plan drawn out. Once the paint is dry, I can just tape up the printouts of how each wall is supposed to end up (which furniture goes where), and it should be a piece of cake. The bookshelves will be the last thing, because I need to buy new shelves themselves, since the area I’ve designated is much wider and can thus support a much larger system. The closet is a disaster in terms of figuring out what to do with the space. I’m having help me remove the door on Friday, which should help with the traffic flow in that room (3 doors, 1 window, a fireplace, and the window/door to the porch just really make it confusing to try to arrange furniture). I need new blinds/curtains/window treatments, but those can wait a bit. I’ve got the fabric to make new pillows for the bed, but I’ve also got to finish the place mats and napkins I’m making for , as well as the bbq/grilling-appropriate apron.

If I walk away from the hardware store tonight with just a pint of purple paint and a gallon of primer, I’ll consider that self-control. Oh, and some switch plates, since the old ones had to be removed to paint and, well, why not just get new ones.

Too much, too much, too much. Spaz I am, about this. Plus, then there’s the furniture I already own that I need to finish refinishing (or, rather, start refinishing, depending on how you look at it). That all needs to get done before starting the Tetris shelves, no matter how fun of an idea they are. Must finish projects before starting new ones.

Nothing much went on this weekend. I took the bus to ’s house Friday, and that was actually very easy once I did it. It was nerve-wracking until everyone emptied off at the Transit Station, and then there were about 7 of us left for the rest of the stops. There was only one person left when I finally got off. So easy, really, and it should help be able to carpool a bit more this summer.

We went to Ikea so I could replenish my house’s cutting board supply, and primed a picnic table he bought on Sunday, and his dad came over and installed a new kitchen faucet. But other than that, we were pretty unproductive. We attempted to feed the ducks, but it’s Spring and love is in the air. Who wants to eat Wonderbread when you can get it on with a lady duck? (Don’t answer that - I don’t want to know about your sordid closed-door activities.) We went for a walk or two. I think we watched a movie, but it may just have been a lot of Star Trek on cable. Wait, it was a lot of Star Trek on cable, but there was also a Star Trek movie that we watched. Oh yes, we are geeks. No mocking allowed here.

Work is busy this week. A co-worker is going to be out on medical leave for a few weeks, so a big project needed to be finished by the end of today. Plus, I had training yesterday morning on our new caseload system (that I totally forgot about). Tomorrow is our monthly meeting, so I won’t be in the office until late afternoon. Thankfully, I thought we had an all-staff meeting on Thursday, but it has been postponed a week. Friday I have off (to recover from ’s charity event and also to paint my new room).

Tonight ’s got some summer safety meeting, so instead of SNB, is going to come over to my house. We’re going to hem some pants for her, and in exchange for my services, she is going to drive me to the hardware store so I can buy paint and not have to carry it for the mile-walk home. My elbows thank her. Hopefully she can look at the porch and help me figure out if her hammock really will fit (fingers crossed).

It sounds like is truly trying to move here. The job she applied for has continued to move forward, with transcripts being sent and recommendation letters requested. It would be strange if she got it, just because that would mean that she worked in the library of the college I went to, and then also at the library of the college went to. Too bad she didn’t do any of this while we were in college - would have saved us a ton of money. Oh well. I wouldn’t have gone there if she’d worked there, and it would have totally changed my experience and development and who I am today. So my $20-thousand debt is worth it (gulp).

Well, everyone else has left for the day, so I think it’s my turn too. Enjoy the weather!

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I just had a lovely and long post about my weekend, and Blogger ate it. Bite me. I’ll recreate, but later, when I have the emotional energy.

For now, here’s a laugh from my horoscope for today:

“Supremely dependable, you can accomplish — and often do — the work of ten. Just don’t make this a habit, or some people could start taking advantage of your reliability. You have a life, too, you know. Remind them of that.”

That basically describes life at work every day. OK, maybe not funny, or profound, but apparently blog-worthy.

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1. Rising :: Of the Dawn
2. Third :: Day
3. Disruptive :: Hacking Phlegm Noises
4. Surround :: Sound
5. Distant :: Time and Place
6. Suction :: Cup
7. Fried :: Rice
8. Nuggets :: Chicken Mc
9. Clip :: Audio
10. San Antonio :: Texas

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OK, I know there are a lot of dating books out there full of crap advice. This stuff is from a book I haven’t read and summarized by someone I don’t actually know. But I’m putting it out here anyways because it’s too long to IM or email about, and, well, I’m interested in your thoughts. You being my collective reading audience, male and female alike. (And, giving credit where credit’s due, I totally took this verbatim from a post on ChristianityToday.com’s dating forum, just deleted some that weren’t worth discussing or irrelevant.)

1. Be a “creature unlike any other” (besides positively affirming yourself and believing in yourself, taking good care of yourself, they also include nutrition, weight loss, exercise, dressing well and even encourage long hair!!)
2. Don’t talk to a man first (and don’t ask him to dance)
3. Don’t stare at men or talk too much
4. Don’t meet him halfway or go dutch on a date
5. Don’t call him and rarely return his calls
6. Always end phone calls first
7. Don’t accept a Saturday night date after Wednesday
8. Fill up your time before the date
9. How to act on dates 1,2, and 3
10. How to act on dates 4 through commitment time
11. Always end the date first
12. Stop dating him if he doesn’t buy you a romantic gift for your birthday or valentines day
13. Don’t see him more than once or twice a week
14. No more than casual kissing on the first date
15. Don’t rush into sex and other rules for intimacy
16. Don’t tell him what to do
17. Let him take the lead
18. Don’t expect a man to change or try to change him
19. Don’t open up too fast
20. Be honest but mysterious
21. Accentuate the positive and other rules for personal ads
22. Don’t live with a man (or leave your things in his apartment)
23. Don’t date a married man
24. Slowly involve him in your family and other rules for women with children
25. Love only those who love you
26. Be easy to live with

I’m sure I could spend all day blogging about this, but I’d rather hear your thoughts first.

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To make up for my laziness last night (spawned from an extra-long trip to Target, the threat of rain, and the cool air) and the consequent lack of going for a jog like I should have, I walked to work this morning. And I will walk home tonight if nothing gets in the way (like the fact that my shoes might give me a blister before then, or that it is supposed to rain).

I love that Spring, aside from the whole “new beginnings” effect it has on the world, makes it easy to want to be healthy. Somehow, healthy foods, a little bit of physical exertion, all of it seems… enjoyable, or at least possible, in the spring. Of course, my body’s a little unhappy with my recent choice of eating an apple a day, but it’ll adjust.

Did you know that when you’re pregnant, you only have to add an extra 300 calories a day to your diet? And you have to drink your 8 glasses of water and 4 glasses of milk. freaked out about that a little bit.

We still don’t have a roommate for May 1. There are two girls who are interested for June 1, and a guy who’s interested in May 1. At this point, we’d really like May 15, since and I figured we could probably split the half-month between us, and it would give us a chance to paint and clean and rearrange. Money would be tight, but do-able. I think. We’ll see. I’m getting anxious, as in, I want to be moved now. I haven’t done any packing because, well, I’m just moving down the hall. I need to take down my bookshelves, but other than that, I think it’s pretty much just pushing everything to the front of the house.

It seems as though my typing skills are sufficient enough to tackle data entry today (yesterday they were atrocious, and that was a bit of a problem for said project). OK, not the most fun project ever, but it will keep me busy.

My caramel roll calls out to me.

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Newest things to go missing from my house, presumably packed up by : the ghetto light above the sink in the kitchen (fluorescent, hanging from a nail, with a cord trailing behind the fridge against fire code) and the handles on the bathroom vanity. She’s so weird.

I had a bizarre dream last night that isn’t worth explaining since I can’t possibly imagine any interpretations. But it’s stayed with me all morning, just wondering what in the world….

I lost my keys last night. Only a few moments of panic before I remembered that has a complete set of my keys, and I was with her, so all was well. I have to call the theatre and restaurant today to see if they fell out of my coat pocket while there. My temp keys are safety-pinned into my coat. I feel kinda like a 5-year-old with a note taped to my shirt for my teacher. Or my mittens to my winter coat.

The movie was spectacular. Hilarious. You should go see it. “American Dreamz.” I haven’t laughed so hard at a movie in a long time. Great satire of “American Idol” and also of George-Dub, without actually being offensive (at least not to me).

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I was just told by a 17-year-old boy (and I could be wrong, he could have been 15) that I look pretty. This did not make me feel pretty. It made me feel old. And a little ishy, if you know what I mean.

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So I emailed back, giving her my Easter plans update and I sent her a link to a job here at Bethel, just because. Apparently I’ve been out of the loop, because she actually applied for it last night.

Again. Speechless.

Good to know, however (on a completely unrelated subject), that she trusts me to make my own decisions. At 27, one should hope so. I mean, she doesn’t ask me to call when I return from a trip, and doesn’t know where I am most of the time, and I’m doing alright. She’s pretty good at letting go, but I guess I understand where she’s coming from on this one (specifically the whole not getting involved in church thing, and there was another thing that I finally just laid it all out on the table and said this where I’m at and I’m OK with it so you need to be too). I was glad to hear that told the other day, “she’s a big girl and can make her own decisions/mistakes.” She just wants what’s best, and at least I know it’s coming from a good place, and not one of wanting to control my life (because she knows she’s not going to get very far on that task - I always have been a little bit ornery, or contrary, or… just stubborn and wanting my own way).

I am so glad that she has changed a lot in the last… ten years, and specifically the changes she’s made in the last year towards me, because otherwise the idea of her moving here would terrorize me. Now it’s just… startling and shocking. This is more family drama than we’ve had since… ’s wedding and Bridezilla moments? I’m not complaining - I just need a little bit of time for this information to all process and settle. I was good with the whole baby thing, since I’ve known for the past… year that they were going to start trying, and the fact that it just happened sooner than they thought, well, that’s how life is sometimes.

In other news, SNB is officially the movie preview, with dinner beforehand at PF Changs (I had to throw that in there just for so he could be jealous, since he loves it there). Lovely to listen to and argue over who gets to pick me up and where (”me!” “no, me!”) - great to feel loved.

I may need to order tranquilizers with dinner if any more family drama comes up. I liked it when all the drama was with ’s in-laws.

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I emailed a news article I thought she’d like earlier today, and she wrote back.

Guess you have heard ’s good news. I’m sure she told you I’m looking at moving to MN now mainly because of the baby but also when you were here I thought “Well now she’s going to REALLY stay in MN.” If this job at Bethel doesn’t pan out I will continue to look because I really don’t want to live this far away from my own family forever. Little did I know that switching jobs and then houses would give me the courage to one day do both at once!

Oh. My. Goodness.

I don’t even know what to do with that. There are so many thoughts. Speechless.

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Last night, I checked several things off this week’s “to do” list. One of those was to prove to myself that I can, in fact, make yeast breads without a bread machine. I tried Saturday to make “Scottish Morning Rolls,” but they didn’t rise because my yeast was too old. So, after work yesterday I went to the co-op and got some new yeast, and tried again. And it worked! They’re not spectacular in terms of taste, but that’s not really my fault, since the recipe has 4 ingredients (flour, salt, milk, yeast). I’m just glad that they turned out fine. Now maybe I can try something with… flavor.

And I stayed up way too late knitting, but got through two sets of the pattern. I just want to be done with the baby blanket. I figured out why I don’t like this particular pattern, or more accurately, why I am having a hard time staying motivated. The pattern is all of 20 stitches. The main part is two rows with 5 stitches repeating, and the border is 3 rows (really 4, but rows 2 and 4 are the same) of 7 stitches. I’ve had the thing memorized for months. The next blanket I make will have to be something a little more complicated. My friends who are having a baby in June are getting a sweater or a hat, I think. I’ve picked out a sweater pattern for their 3-year-old (because big sisters shouldn’t be forgotten). And , well, her kid is just getting everything. Specifically, the heart blanket. But, since they’re not going to find out what the gender is, it’ll have to be yellow hearts.

is so weird. She’s packed up the strangest conglomeration of things. Most of what she’s packed up is rather annoying - she uninstalled the shelves in the TV room that all the DVDs and videos were on, she packed up her pots and pans, she took down the mail sorter/mirror we had in the front hall. And, apparently, all of the cutting boards in our house were hers, with one exception (mine). I just figured we had an extremely large collection because there were 3 of us contributing. No, they were all hers. Who needs 6 cutting boards? But she hasn’t packed up some other things I wish she would, like… her bedroom, or her crap on the coffee table (in the living room she no longer uses after the whole TV debacle). I don’t understand. I think if the cats were hers, she’d have packed them up this weekend. So strange. Her parents come on the weekends to help, and apparently all they do is sit around and pack up boxes. They don’t take any of the boxes away, just… dawdle and pack and chat. At least we now know that it’s a family trait. ( has been known to spend 45 minutes in the bathroom in the morning getting ready, which is impressive because she doesn’t always shower, doesn’t do her hair, and doesn’t wear makeup. What does she do in there? I don’t want to know.)

Plans for SNB tonight are up in the air. One of ’s friends got free tickets to an advanced screening of “American Dreamz,” so we might be going to that. Or we might be at our regular place. As long as I find out by 4:30, I’m good. Busing to Southdale is not hard, just… takes a long time.

Last night I forgot to leave work. Well, not for the whole night or anything, but still, it was kind of shocking. My co-worker went home sick at 11, so it was pretty quiet all day. logged into IM briefly at 4:30, at which point I checked the clock and was surprised at the time. The next time I looked at the clock, it was 5:22. What? was in her office talking, and it had been relatively quiet all day, as opposed to those times when you know it’s getting late because everyone has left at the same time. Stupid Access. I can get started in that program and then… it’s hard to stop. Or, at least, easy to get engrossed. But I finally made it do what I wanted it to, so that was nice.

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I’m trying to come to terms with the latest major development in my life. I realize that having a baby will drastically change her life forever. But did she ever think about me? (OK, yes, that is a little tongue-in-cheek. Get over yourself.) I now have approximately 8 months to figure out how to own a car. And here I was, loving my car-less life so much. Well, admittedly, spending 90% of my weekends with who has a car probably means that I’m a lot more mobile, but whatever. There’s something completely… freeing… about living without a car. I mean, not even thinking about insurance and car payments and money for gas and repairs, there’s a certain… relaxed feeling I get about the whole thing. I can get a lot of places without a car. There are a few times when I buy things or do things that require a vehicle, but usually a friend is willing enough to help (like buying the big 25lb bag of cat food). I get stressed that one Wednesday a month when I have one shot to get up to Roseville by 8:30, but otherwise you can basically “go with the flow” and not worry too much about being early or on time or late, because you’ve always got the bus as an excuse. I always have a ride home from work or … anywhere on Lake Street. Granted, it doesn’t run very often on Sundays, but that’s not that big of a deal. I suppose if I was home on Sundays it would affect my choice of churches, but, seeing as how I’m 1) not regularly going to church these days, and 2) in Eagan most Sunday mornings, that doesn’t really matter.

And now ’s got to go and mess that all up by getting pregnant. Don’t get me wrong - I’m deliriously happy that I’m going to be an aunt. This is, by far, the most exciting thing that’s happened in a long time. Because it’s huge. I’m so excited that even though no one is supposed to know except immediate family and a few select friends of theirs, I can’t help telling my friends (and, obviously, the blogging world).

But a car? That sucks. With her living 45 minutes away, however, and not anywhere close to a Park-n-Ride, my options are fairly limited. And I’m gonna want to see this kid. All. The. Time. I’m going to want to spoil him/her rotten. Of course, I won’t be able to do that, because all of my money will be going into a car. And, oh yeah, grad school.

I obviously need a higher paying job. Or… to be miraculously debt-free. I somehow doubt I’d find a place with cheaper rent. And groceries are a non-negotiable. Oh. My. Goodness. I might have to give up Starbucks. I might go cry now.

—sniff—-

Pondering the options, were I to buy a new car (which, as we all know, is never going to happen because no one will ever want to finance me and I don’t blame them), here are my choices:

• Well, Honda Civic was going on the list until I saw that they’re way more expensive than they used to be. Bite me. I still liked mine, even if it did die horribly. (That is, pieces falling off the engine while on 35E driving 70 mph on the way to teach Sunday School.)
• The Mini Cooper. Because it’s cute, and darn it, I’d look cute driving it. Of course, they cost as much as the Honda Civic. So it’s back on. Which is good, because I’m running out of cars I like.
• Eh, I’m bored with this post. Feel free to submit your own ideas of what I should drive. Mind you, I’ll most likely end up with something more along the lines of that $500 beater your second cousin drives.

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I was exhausted when I woke up this morning. So much so that I briefly contemplated calling in sick, just so I could get another four hours of sleep. But here I am. I’m tired because of a great weekend that was chock-a-block full of fun stuff, so it’s not all that bad.

Due to a Twins game, OSF plans changed to El Norteno plans. Good times were still had by all, but I still want OSF. We just have to plan better next time. (Parking downtown goes up significantly when there’s a game, and it seems kind of ridiculous to pay $15 for parking when that’s how much the meal was going to be, don’tcha think?)

Saturday we slept in a little bit, but we had lots of things on our “to do” list and not much time. No dawdling at Crate & Barrel, or the Apple store, despite how much or I might have wanted to (can you guess which of us wanted to dawdle at which one?). We got the last of the furnishings for ’s bathroom (well, the vases are only temporarily filled with the water and leaf design that we stole from Crate & Barrel, but figuring out exactly what to put in them will take some time, and as far as I’m concerned that means it’s off the “to do” list and more on a “long-term projects” list), including a waste basket, soap, shower curtain, and towels. And he finished building the towel rack sometime on Sunday. It looks really nice (the towel rack and the whole bathroom in general). I found a shower curtain as well, which makes my bathroom look all light and airy. It’s part of the Purging of ‘06 (aka getting all traces of out of my house). Plus we stopped into JC Penney, where I never go but stopped in once with before Christmas when she was looking for gifts for her parents and I ended up with a bathmat that is only sold there, so I could finally get the matching hand towels. I know, such a crisis. Just kidding.

There was also a trip to Home Depot (for… brackets, I think, and we could price the lumber needed to build my tetris shelves, which will be a nice summer-long project) and Target. Somewhere in the afternoon, the BBQ was canceled, which meant we had a lot more time to get everything done. Shopping for Easter dinner was done, and was surprisingly less expensive than I thought it would be. We got home and worked on his shelf and other projects while I prepped for Sunday’s dinner. We learned that the yeast I’d brought was too old to work, went out and got store-bought biscuits instead. This week hopefully I can figure out how to make yeast breads (without the bread machine).

Sunday morning we went to church, which was a halfway decent choice. It’s a little strange to try to pick a church for Easter Sunday. I’ve never had to do that before. But they had contemporary music and the sermon was fairly well-done, so it ended up working out. There was much flurry in the kitchen the rest of the day, but all in all I figured that, with the hour of prep on Saturday, Easter dinner only took up six hours, including eating and clean-up. Everyone showed up who’d confirmed they were coming, so we were only missing ’s brother. His dad made cheesecake for desert, and his friends brought wine, which caused only a small amount of drama when we realized no one had a corkscrew.

After everyone went home and we finished cleaning up, we took a walk and played Frisbee in the field at the local elementary school, since it’s staying light out later and later and the weather was still beautiful. We relaxed for a while on the sofa before almost falling asleep and realizing it was time to take me home.

When I got home, I talked with for a while, learned that we still don’t have a roommate all set to move in May 1, and discussed rearranging furniture in the kitchen and the fact that she’s getting a couch next weekend (goodbye, futon from hell!). came home and said she meant to call me over the weekend to let me know she packed up her pots and pans (since I keep meaning to buy a set). There’s some more fun shopping for this week, or maybe over the weekend when I have access to non-mass transportation.

I know, a lot of boring little details. But it was a good weekend. And now I don’t care about anything because I’ve got Natasha Bedingfield playing on my ipod.html” target=”_blank”>iPod (she’s my favorite artist of the moment, and I only have 2 songs of hers and keep putting them on repeat). I promise my next post will be more exciting, or funny, or deep, or… short.

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1. Ambition :: Golden
2. Meatloaf :: Mom’s
3. Celebrity :: Challenge
4. Coach :: Football
5. Slacker :: Saturday
6. Reflection :: Mirror
7. Original :: New & Improved
8. Risk :: It All
9. Saved :: At Last
10. June :: Bugs

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