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Delayed post from this morning
May. 15th, 2005 09:12 pmWell, you know that whole thing about how this weekend would be better because we would have the internet this time? Well, yeah. We do have a laptop, a modem, dial-up numbers. You know what we DON'T have? User name and password! Neither M nor I have the faintest idea what that was, and making matters more confusing is that M set the account up, but he did it in my name, so we don't even know which set of passwords he might have used, his or mine. And we're not 100% sure on the user name, either. So, although I've been sitting here trying random combinations on two different occasions.. no dice. Oh, well. It's a little frustrating. Especially since I had printed out a big list of dial-up account information a few months ago and sent it home with my parents. Now they don't know where it is, although they assure me that it's probably around here somewhere. Helpful.
It's Sunday morning right now, and I'm sitting in bed while the rest of the house, minus my dad, is sleeping. My dad is, without a question, at his parents house, taking care of his mother. We're in my niece's bedroom, and she is on the couch. My husband is cat-napping, and informing me occasionally that he really, really needs to pee. I should probably get in the shower, but I hate to disturb the quietness of the morning.
Yesterday was long, but it was nice to spend so much time with my parents. We were up pretty early to make it to my 9:30 hair appointment. When we walked out of there at 12, I had been colored and cut, my eyebrows waxed (oh, god, sometimes I hate being female) and with $30 of new makeup. M called when I was at the register, just in time to hear the total ($99, which honestly, wasn't too bad, considering.) He claims that he had a sharp, shooting pain right then in the vicinity of his wallet. *giggle* I married a funny boy. I think I--clearly, a work in progress yesterday--turned out alright. The color seems to give people a start, but it's the cut that makes me look twice when I walk by a mirror. I have bangs. Very, very short bangs--not too sure about that part. I have been saying that I wanted someone to tell me what to do with my head. Well, I found someone, and so I let her do just what she wanted to. I have yet to wash it and fix it myself, so we'll see how it turns out. It was very poofy yesterday, which isn't so much me.
My niece--fourth grade, you remember--went to a dance with another boy because her boyfriend made her mad and they broke up. Then, the boyfriend told her that his life wasn't worth living if she was going out with someone else. I think they got back together, for he was still referred to as her boyfriend.
Anyway, the legs, they are getting really warm, and I am beginning to feel bad for disturbing M's sleep, so off I go to shower and see what's up with my hair this morning.
And this part was written after we finally made it home tonight:
Poofy. Very poofy, and it enhances that particular quality about me that makes me appear fourteen. I am worried.
It's Sunday morning right now, and I'm sitting in bed while the rest of the house, minus my dad, is sleeping. My dad is, without a question, at his parents house, taking care of his mother. We're in my niece's bedroom, and she is on the couch. My husband is cat-napping, and informing me occasionally that he really, really needs to pee. I should probably get in the shower, but I hate to disturb the quietness of the morning.
Yesterday was long, but it was nice to spend so much time with my parents. We were up pretty early to make it to my 9:30 hair appointment. When we walked out of there at 12, I had been colored and cut, my eyebrows waxed (oh, god, sometimes I hate being female) and with $30 of new makeup. M called when I was at the register, just in time to hear the total ($99, which honestly, wasn't too bad, considering.) He claims that he had a sharp, shooting pain right then in the vicinity of his wallet. *giggle* I married a funny boy. I think I--clearly, a work in progress yesterday--turned out alright. The color seems to give people a start, but it's the cut that makes me look twice when I walk by a mirror. I have bangs. Very, very short bangs--not too sure about that part. I have been saying that I wanted someone to tell me what to do with my head. Well, I found someone, and so I let her do just what she wanted to. I have yet to wash it and fix it myself, so we'll see how it turns out. It was very poofy yesterday, which isn't so much me.
My niece--fourth grade, you remember--went to a dance with another boy because her boyfriend made her mad and they broke up. Then, the boyfriend told her that his life wasn't worth living if she was going out with someone else. I think they got back together, for he was still referred to as her boyfriend.
Anyway, the legs, they are getting really warm, and I am beginning to feel bad for disturbing M's sleep, so off I go to shower and see what's up with my hair this morning.
And this part was written after we finally made it home tonight:
Poofy. Very poofy, and it enhances that particular quality about me that makes me appear fourteen. I am worried.
