Since Rob has been here, I have been very much “He’s not a Typical Male! He actually Looks for Things! He puts the toilet seat down when he’s done with it! He picks up after himself!”

In fact, if you go by the above criteria, I’m more male than Rob. I mean, I do keep the toilet seat down, but I don’t look for things properly beyond a cursory glance. I leave messes (I prefer to call them “collections”) behind me wherever I go. I hate washing the dishes.

But he proved himself last night– remember how he went and looked in the car for my magazines? Today we got in the car on the way to buy some milk, he turned around, and lo and behold– there was my magazine on the backseat. “I thought you looked for that last night!” I said. “I looked. Guess I just didn’t see it”, he shrugged.

*sigh*
Boys.

Yesterday we went out and did some running around. Most of it was for the benefit of Emilio Estevez and Judd Nelson, who were, at the time, in dire need of food and hay. Right next to the petstore where we buy our food, though, is a magazine store, so I HAD to go in. While we were in there, I saw this crazy Martha Stewart Wedding 10th Anniversary Magazine and absolutely had to have it even though it was totally overpriced and probably won’t help me with anything. I don’t care, I love MSW and I would subscribe if I wasn’t worried that it’s dumb to subscribe to a magazine when the need for it will be gone in a year. I know you can get one-year subscriptions but I fear I’d become addicted to MSW and would end up NEEDING it and people would think I was on some kind of Martha Stewart inspired crack (with matching decorative bow. it’s a good thing).

Anyway, I bought it. Also bought a lotto ticket (hey, if we won twenty bucks it would be pretty sweet). Then we went to Dairy Queen because they Treat You Right there. Then we went to Zellers to look for a new TV stand (we didn’t buy one, but we had fun looking around. And you know how they have signs above different departments? When we were passing through the womens’ clothing I noticed that they’ve taken down the “Plus Size” sign and put up a sign that says “Above Average”. Oh, how I laughed. Zellers, you slay me). And to the comic book store because Rob needed his comics and his new COMIC DEFENSE SYSTEM. I’ll let him tell you about that one, though.

So we came home. I had a nap. Rob had a nap. We had a nap together. When we woke up, I went looking for the magazines. They are unfindable in this house. I was pissed off because damnit I need my CRAMAGAZINE! We searched everywhere. Then I sent Rob down to the car to see if perhaps I’d forgotten them there– nope. So we searched the entire apartment again. And again. And again. And this isn’t a big apartment. And damnit, NO MSW! I can’t buy it all over again because honestly? I was barely on the edge of reason there palying as much as I did for the damn thing in the first place. Plus! The lotto ticket is in the bag with the magazine! What if that’s the winning ticket to like, ten gerjillion dollars? Frackety.

Okay, first the remote control to the TV in the bedroom goes missing. Now my Martha Stewart Weddings. I’m beginning to suspect that we have a ghost who doesn’t want me to lounge on the bed and veg out. Or a really bored mouse.

WHERE OH WHERE COULD IT BE?!

It seems my Birthday Season has begun. Not only did I receive two boxes of squares from Sara, but I also got a mystery giftie package– Heidi sent me a book! From my wishlist! For, like, no reason!

Thank you so much, you guys!

Me! Me! That’s who! My last post was all sunshine and loving, and now this– yes I realize I have so much to be thankful for and should just shut up. SO? If you like shutting up so much, then YOU shut up! Oh, childishness can be so much fun sometimes.

Profanity ahead.
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… Yay! Golden Girls! Oh, how I love me some Golden Girls. Does anyone remember the one where Rose thought that Bob Hope was her father? I always had kind of a weird feeling about that one.

BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT THIS POST IS ALL ABOUT. THE FOLLOWING IS WHAT THIS POST IS ALL ABOUT:

I have such wonderful friends. I really do. Not all of them live close by, but I feel like even though you’re far away, it’s still possible to “be there” for someone. Oh, please excuse any hippie-dippyness going on here, I’ve just taken some Benadryl and am getting all loopy.

Anyway. One of our friends, Rose, lives in Georgia. She’s very, very nice (I think I’ve mentioned her before– last year she sent me a huge box full of all her old knitting supplies, basically fitting me out with everything I’ll ever need as a knitter) and although sometimes it sucks being far away from your friends, well, you make do.

She and I are both Big Girls. She’s heard over and over about how it’s impossible for me to ever find nice clothes that fit me around here, without them costing thousands of dollars. She has the same problems. It’s good to vent sometimes to someone who really understands what you mean.

Rob went to check the mail this morning and came back into the bedroom (yes lazy me, I was sleeping in), telling me “There’s a package for you waiting at the post office”. I wasn’t expecting anything but hey, a package is a package, so we went out to get it.
It was this huge box, addressed to me, from Rose.

When we got home, I of course tore into it, trying to figure out what she could have sent that was so darn huge.
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Within the next 10 minutes I am LEAVING THE HOUSE!
TO GO SOMEWHERE OTHER THAN THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE!
AND I’M DOING IT WILLINGLY!!!!

I asked Madame wee to interview me, and she was so quick! I went to bed last night after having left the comment– checked my mail at 5:30 this morning and there were my questions (I’m not saying it was SENT at 5:30 in the morning, just that it was there when I checked). I’ve done this one before, many moons ago, but it’s always fun because the questions change with the interviewer.

Before I start I have to mention how I mercilessly blogstalk this woman– every single day I’m at her page just thirsting for new tales of her adventures with the inimitable Finnegan Jane (who can NOT love a dog who is named after my favourite ‘character’ in my favourite kids’ show ever? WHO? Not me, that’s who– I LOVE FINNY J and I have thought about having a tshirt made up). Plus she’s an Illustrator which is a talent I so admire– I love drawing, but I CAN’T DO IT PROPERLY. Okay. On to the interview (actually I’m going to paste in the entire email because I want to. I’ll add my answers in, too). Oh also? Please remember that I’m writing this after one of my no-sleep nights. Not that that changes anything at all. And there was SOME sleep because I slept for like, three hours.

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