Entries from September 2006

September 29, 2006

Sounds Like

Last night at 11:00 they started jackhammering in the street below us.
This morning at 6:00 car horns were already honking.
Sounds of the city, not even sifted through trees, permeate the apartment through the open windows.
And with every heavy truck that rumbles past, I smile.

September 28, 2006

Checked

Hah.
My carry-on just got searched.  I was all tingly expecting  them to go to the bag of sex toys and hold up the nipple clamps.
Apparently my liquids and gels half-filled a gallon zip bag. Apparently I’m only supposed to use a quart sized bag. They let it slide because I’m polite and friendly and I [...]

September 27, 2006

Autumn Leaving

I changed my door hanging today. This morning it was a metal basket of pansies. Now it is a grapevine wreath with orange and yellow leaves and berries.
Because Miles gave me flak when we walked outdoors this morning saying, “Momma, it’s not summer anymore. You have to change the door. You have to.”
I’ve spent today [...]

September 25, 2006

Trial Size

Hot damn, I’m in a good mood now. My client just emailed me to tell me about the lifting of the liquid and gel ban from airplanes. Thank dog. My toothpaste can come with. I’m bottling everything in trial sizes, though, just in case.
Yay for not having to check a bag. Yay for not having [...]

September 23, 2006

To-Do

It’s just getting longer: The To-Do List. I’m looking at the sheet of paper divided into three parts: What to pack, what to buy, what to do. All before I leave in five days while also cleaning my house, keeping up with laundry, packing the boys’ bag for the time I’m gone, not to mention [...]

September 22, 2006

Cheesy

Last week, when Miles decided to test the sharpness of the scissors by poking them straight into my yoga ball, effectively shredding the thing, I took him with me to buy a new one.
“This costs $13.00. Do you know how many quarters that is?”
They are both into the quarters, thanks to the monstrous gumball machines [...]

September 20, 2006

Feh.

Stupid terrorist plots.
I wonder if I can survive five days without my face wash and moisturizer.
Cos I’m telling you now, there’s some fucked-up shit going down for it to be okay for me to travel with my knitting needles and scissors on a flight, but be forced to check my Aloe & Citrus face wash.
Seriously, [...]

September 20, 2006

Scattered

I’m totally scattered this week. Trying to get lots of work so my trip to NYC is as carefree as possible, trying to finish three knitting projects so I can start another yummy bag, looking online for the gorgeous yarn which will make said yummy bag, all while feebly attempting to catch up on blogging [...]

September 14, 2006

Quitter

I don’t quit.
I am awfully stubborn in my determination to make things work. I come by this naturally, from my father. He will spend two weeks poking around the control panel of the dishwasher, forcing the family of eight to hand wash dishes until, finally, he finds the problem and fixes it. Or buys a [...]

September 14, 2006

First

Everyone has one.