Regina's Tattoo

Just had to post a pic of my tattoo. Becca helped me with the healing process while we were in Michigan, but here it is all healed up! Well, at least the arm part. Didn't want to post the entire thing, need help with that picture!

What have we done

Ok so there's a hundred things that have happened in those 3 weeks and 2 days since my last post. I've flown to Chicago and hung out with my sister on the way to see our mother in Michigan. Eaten vegan food at a vegan restaurant and liked it. Tried out Mongolian Grill for the first time and loved the concept. Visited with my mother and my uncle in Michigan. Heart to heart with Regina on the way back to O-Hare where I discovered I wanted her to come with me or me to go with her. I miss her. The day after I got back from Michigan to home sweet home I found a painful absess in my lower jawline. Found a dentist who saw me the same day and got that taken care of. Monday I am going in to have my two remaining wisdom teeth removed. I've quit smoking now. 11 Days Strong. Oh and we shaved the cat.

Sadness

I know that nobody reads my blog, but I still feel the need to right in it; more as a journal than anything else. Today I feel very sad, lonely, fat, unhealthy, and feel as though my control of the world in my corner is slipping away. I'm not suicidal or anything like that, just had a rough few days.

On Monday morning I received a phone call and all I heard on the other end of the line were tears, sniffles, and true sorrow coming from my mother as she told me that her mother, my grandmother (Mor-Mor in dansk) had passed away. Since that day I haven't really cried, but I feel as though I'm sitting still watching the world go on by as usual without even so much as a skip of a beat. My mother was in no shape to call my sister with the news, so that heartwrenching conversation was up to me to make. We will miss her greatly.

Laundry Obstacles

Tuesday last week we had laundry piled high in three baskets; I am quite sure everyone has had this or worse at least once in their lives. We both didn't really feel like lifting, stowing, driving, lifting, washing, drying, lifting, stowing, driving, and then carrying over 150 lbs to a coin laundromat or to his parent's house to take care of the monstrous ever growing plethora of dirty coverings. So instead, I asked Phil to look on Craig's list for our own set of laundry machines. After picking which set we wanted from the five or six on the list, we finally decided to try and buy the refurbished set that had been listed earlier that afternoon. Anxiously awaiting a reply e-mail from the prospective sellers, Wednesday early evening we finally had our answer. We could pick them up on Friday evening. As we are reading this, I think about the mound haunting us upstairs, along with the fact that I had been wearing pajamas for the last two days. Contemplating the choice between the above inconveniences or just waiting until Friday and taking care of it all over the weekend, I decide the procrastinators way. I will wait. Once the decision was made, I felt great to come from a long line of procrastinators.

Friday, Phil, his brother Matt, his father Marc, and I journeyed to Columbia, all of us aware of our jobs on this voyage. Marc had pulled something in his back earlier in the week so he was just driving and supervising, I was the one paying for them, and Matt and Phil were the laborers. The e-mail said between 5 and 7 that evening and our excitement had us there at 4:55. Since we were so early, and there was nobody at the residence, we decided to meet up with Doreen, Phil's mom, and grab some supper at a local chain restaurant. Reminder: Don't drink beer and then try to move a washing machine. I'm not going to state who learned from this, but I think it should have been all of us.

Upon re-arrival, we observe a U-Haul truck in the driveway and have a wave of thank goodness wash over us. They are home and we can get this done and over with. I never knew how awkward these machines are to drain, disconnect, move, reconnect and start. Once we got home with them and got them inside and positioned we realized that the dryer cable was a four pronged plug and didn't fit our three pronged outlet. We had a choice to make. Change the outlet or change the plug. Since it was a rental we changed the plug. We mistakenly believed our job was done and realized we couldn't open the dryer door in the location it was in. If you look at the picture below we had to cock the dryer at an angle and prop the laundry room door partway open to access the dryer door. Much less of an inconvenience than loading the car up with clothes and going to the laundromat. We both feel liberated having the washer and dryer in our home. Thank you to all involved in bringing us freedom from the coin operated appliances.

Learning a New Game

So Phil really, really, and I mean really likes this game called Eve. He's been bugging me for months to start playing it or to at least try it out. It's an online game and I entered for the free trial. So let's see how this goes. I don't even know what it's about, other than it's totally make-believe, outer space stuff where you have to buy, sell, destroy, or otherwise maim other people. Sounds like fun.

Goodies, Defined

These are what my sis sent me. Can you guess what they are??



I tried one of the cupcakes so far and oh so yummy, Thank you Regina :)

Invisible Microwave

I have been prompted to update the invisible microwave with a real live image of the rarely seen, endangered NTM "new-to-me" microwave.