So May is going to be insane. First, my reading is May 8th. So I'll have family and friends in town (I hope). I'm kind of worried about who will and will not be coming. And that sometime before then I should probably let my grandparents know that John and I live together.
Also in May brother #2 is graduating college and brother #3 is graduating 8th grade (which, in private school is a big deal). Luckily both of these things are close together (Sat and Tues of the same week) so if I go home for them, I can just make the one trip. Problem- My graduation is that Weds. So I would have to fly back from STL Wednesday morning and pray there are no delays so I can make it back. Or just not go to my graduation at all.
Of course while in STL, I want to go to the Ren Faire and a Cardinals game. Which just may be possible, looking at the schedules, but that makes quite a crazy trip. Perhaps just a Cardinals game is in order.
I should probably give myself another month before really getting worked up over this, but with so much going on, I really wish I could just get some plans settled.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Fire!
Last night a house down the street caught fire. We were awakened at 3:30 this morning by massive amounts of sirens and flashing lights. There were at least 3 fire trucks and a few other emergency vehicles. We watched from our bedroom window.
At first we weren't sure there was a fire. Then we saw spiderman on the roof of the building. This is at least how my half-dream-state self remembers it. Actually it was just a fireman climbing a ladder that was against the house. There was also a lot of visible smoke coming from the top of the house.
Storm trooper firefighters were all around our neighborhood. As they left they truck down the street for the house on fire, they looked like astronauts coming off a ship after a long journey. Like at the end of Armageddon.
This is especially scary since we live in townhomes. In our subdivision there are like 6 rows of homes. I just recently told my mom this is why we don't have a fireplace. "One mistake and the whole block's gone" I said. Luckily the burning house last night was not attached to us. But it was still scary.
Sometime during the "rescue" they planted a firetruck right in front of our house. This was where all communications occurred. We could hear parts of the back and forth going on on the radios inside the truck/attached to the men. This made it impossible to fall asleep. We could hear bits of information like "side C4, that's Charlie 4, clear". Other things were just a jumble of radio static, since we were inside, and on the third floor. I missed important info like if anyone was trapped inside or if fire fighters collapsed dramatically in the street after I had returned to my bed.
This all caused me to miss about 2 hours of sleep. 3:30-5:30am. This did not prove well for my attitude today.
I currently have no idea what really happened. How it started, etc. There's nothing in the news! This lack of information is making me upset. The houses are still standing and look to just have damage on the top floor, in the back. Who knows what the insides look like. I have chosen to blame someone smoking in bed, because this makes it all their fault and less scary since I don't smoke.
PS: John has lost all faith in the "interwebs," specifically ebay. All blame is currently on the Chinese. Especially one named Zhang. He just had a bad experience and wants everyone to know that you can't trust the system. Hope he gets his money back
At first we weren't sure there was a fire. Then we saw spiderman on the roof of the building. This is at least how my half-dream-state self remembers it. Actually it was just a fireman climbing a ladder that was against the house. There was also a lot of visible smoke coming from the top of the house.
Storm trooper firefighters were all around our neighborhood. As they left they truck down the street for the house on fire, they looked like astronauts coming off a ship after a long journey. Like at the end of Armageddon.
This is especially scary since we live in townhomes. In our subdivision there are like 6 rows of homes. I just recently told my mom this is why we don't have a fireplace. "One mistake and the whole block's gone" I said. Luckily the burning house last night was not attached to us. But it was still scary.
Sometime during the "rescue" they planted a firetruck right in front of our house. This was where all communications occurred. We could hear parts of the back and forth going on on the radios inside the truck/attached to the men. This made it impossible to fall asleep. We could hear bits of information like "side C4, that's Charlie 4, clear". Other things were just a jumble of radio static, since we were inside, and on the third floor. I missed important info like if anyone was trapped inside or if fire fighters collapsed dramatically in the street after I had returned to my bed.
This all caused me to miss about 2 hours of sleep. 3:30-5:30am. This did not prove well for my attitude today.
I currently have no idea what really happened. How it started, etc. There's nothing in the news! This lack of information is making me upset. The houses are still standing and look to just have damage on the top floor, in the back. Who knows what the insides look like. I have chosen to blame someone smoking in bed, because this makes it all their fault and less scary since I don't smoke.
PS: John has lost all faith in the "interwebs," specifically ebay. All blame is currently on the Chinese. Especially one named Zhang. He just had a bad experience and wants everyone to know that you can't trust the system. Hope he gets his money back
Monday, February 16, 2009
Yikes.
I just had a momentary panic attack about my book. Thinking I should make certain people custom copies.
Because I really don't want my grandparents reading a poem with the word SEX in it!
Or an ex reading a 87% fictionalized poem about him and thinking that's how I really felt.
Woe is me.
Because I really don't want my grandparents reading a poem with the word SEX in it!
Or an ex reading a 87% fictionalized poem about him and thinking that's how I really felt.
Woe is me.
Valentine's Recap
Woke up to lilies by the bed Friday morning. John said "I didn't think I should keep them in the closet until tomorrow."
Saturday we went to stay at a historic inn that's just over an hour away. I wanted to be out of the house, so as not to be drawn away from romance by my manuscript. So we stayed at the Tidewater Inn, across the bay in Easton, MD. A very cute small town.
Had a horse-drawn carriage ride around the town. Very fun. Our horse was perfect and so adorable. I wanted to hug him, but I couldn't reach him, he was so tall!
We had a mixed experience with dinner. The hostess was rude, our waiter was MIA for most of the meal, and my steak was burnt on the outside but raw on the inside. I was ready to go all Top Chef judge on them. But as I said, we had no waiter so I couldn't even complain. Luckily John's food was great as was the rest of mine, and desert was divine (three flavors of creme brulee). Plus we just had a great time talking, making fun of other couples, etc, so the meal was still worth it. But they will be getting a phone call from me tomorrow!
Watched all the romantic comedies on TV that night, which was a lot.
Came home on Sunday and just chilled. Since John couldn't find chocolate covered strawberries he bought the stuff to make them. Which we did together that night. So fantastic!
Saturday we went to stay at a historic inn that's just over an hour away. I wanted to be out of the house, so as not to be drawn away from romance by my manuscript. So we stayed at the Tidewater Inn, across the bay in Easton, MD. A very cute small town.
Had a horse-drawn carriage ride around the town. Very fun. Our horse was perfect and so adorable. I wanted to hug him, but I couldn't reach him, he was so tall!
We had a mixed experience with dinner. The hostess was rude, our waiter was MIA for most of the meal, and my steak was burnt on the outside but raw on the inside. I was ready to go all Top Chef judge on them. But as I said, we had no waiter so I couldn't even complain. Luckily John's food was great as was the rest of mine, and desert was divine (three flavors of creme brulee). Plus we just had a great time talking, making fun of other couples, etc, so the meal was still worth it. But they will be getting a phone call from me tomorrow!
Watched all the romantic comedies on TV that night, which was a lot.
Came home on Sunday and just chilled. Since John couldn't find chocolate covered strawberries he bought the stuff to make them. Which we did together that night. So fantastic!
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