Peter and I haven't had much time to do any touristy things since we moved here, so it was fun to kind of play tour guide and also check out some of the tourist attractions we hadn't made it to yet.
Monday, December 29, 2008
because today was officially the last day of Christmas at our house.
After packing up some treats to be sent home to my Georgia kinfolk I said adieu to my visiting in-laws and then began the de-christmasizing process. Which, of course, involves a long hard look at one's financial status.
Surprisingly, we did really well to stay under budget. (It took some blood, sweat, and a boatload of tears to stay there, but somehow we made it under!)
For example: a few days before Christmas eve I said, "lets go get a tree!" which elicited an unwelcome, "we can't afford a tree this year, and all our ornaments are in Georgia anyway." So, to be spiteful I said "fine!" and pulled some cardboard out of the pile of garbage sitting by the door about to be taken to the dumpster, and began fashioning a tree. Knowing he hates trashy, chaotic-looking, thrown together things, I thought that perhaps having to look at a pile of old cardboard shaped like a tree might inspire him to join me in a little budget bending.
But then I got into it.
Really into it.
Next thing I knew I was blowdrying paper mache and looking for some glitter to make a star with.
I trimmed it down and used cardboard rolled around an old spaghetti jar to make a trunk.
Who knows maybe I'll save my little garbage tree for next year.
Actually no, I won't because we have ZERO closet space already, and there'll be garbage enough next Christmas.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Along the Bics and Rollerballs are Flomax, Lovenox, and a variety of other cleverly named prescriptions on pens thanks to the drug reps that filter through Peter's hospital.
Yesterday Peter brought home my favorite freebie thus far...
I think it's hilarious on many fronts- they know how to appeal to nerds, and also because they felt the need to print a disclaimer to explain that it does not ACTUALLY make you smarter.
Oh those drug companies know how to be cute.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
We ran out to get some fast food the other day, and a guy came in off the street.
He was elderly-late sixties, early seventies
clearly mentally deficient sweatshirt jacket
rail thin, clearly mentally deficient(perhaps a stroke, maybe parkinsons, posibly schizo?)
sweatshirt jacketinstead of a coat, old socks as gloves.
He wasn't bothering anyone- he just came in and hunkered down in the corner near the heat vent talking to himself in a repetitive stutter-a combination of religious and political banter.
I wanted to call someone, but didn't know who.
The police would have escorted him out of the restaurant, but probably wouldn't do much more than that.
Who do you call in that situation?
I still had half my weekly lunch budget in my pocket, so I gave it to him. He called me an angel and trudged up to the counter.
I don't know what else I could have done.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Well... I still do that... and the result is still up for grabs at