Dingo Breakfast
A yawn, a leak, and a good look around.
Friday, December 19, 2008
The Cleve, Day 1
Impossible. How could I have possibly woken up at 1pm on my first day home of Christmas vacation?
Oh, that's right. It's because I went to bed at 5am that same morning. 5am to my poor body felt like 2am (PST), which is what time my unemployed ass usually goes to bed. That is a disaster. Especially when, at 7:30am, Pint-Size (the one-year-old), starts the morning off with a, "momma... momma?............mooooooomma...... [dramatic pause]..... momma! MOMMA!," the last one rolling off with a little bit of a growl.
Fabulous. So, here we are again, 3:15am where I am and I'm still sitting here, surfing the web for jobs, contacting recruiters, and enjoying the, uh, nightlife here in Cleveland. This is definitely going to go over well tomorrow.
Today, I spent the day hanging around the house, socializing with my parents and Pint-Size, who is not only teething, but is completely obsessed with the movie "Cars", except in his language it sounds like "Guys" every time it comes out of his mouth (endearing the first three dozen times you hear it, I assure you). Don't get me wrong, after watching it for the first time earlier this year, it had quickly risen to the top of my Disney charts. I think it's somewhere around number 4 or 5 (right up there with The Little Mermaid, Aladdin and Monsters, Inc.). However, after watching it 3 times today, it may have begun to grate on my nerves a little. But only a little.
Once I surreptitiously diverted the child's attention in Papa's direction (aha! I have thwarted responsibility once again!), I was able to divulge in some Q-Time with my brother, during which he sat on my head and forced me to watch this bullshit. He will pay. Oh, yes, he will pay for that.
Dinner was had, and we chillins (brother, sister-in-law and I) ran off to the airport to grab my sister and head over to the mall so sis and I could watch the other two take advantage of the absurd holiday sales they have going on here in the Cleve. Absurd. As in, one store had 40% off the entire store. Everything. Winter jackets, dresses, jeans, jewelry, accessories, you name it. Bizarre. Welcome to the craptastic economy. Each store had, at maximum, three employees working. Yes, even during the week before Christmas. No one was in the mall. I was about to say it was like being there on a Tuesday morning at 10am, but even then, there are the mall grannies, who get their walk on in their fabulously coordinated velour workout gear. Crazy. Anyway, we picked my dad up some "dress jeans", because he now has casual Fridays at work and was bitching about not having any "dress jeans". We told him he's not allowed to wear his new stylin' Express jeans while mowing the lawn, working on cars, or eating anything that might cause a permanent stain. God love him, but the man needed some nice jeans!!
We wandered over to Chili's for some bad-idea-before-sleeping-in-a-houseful-of-people food (think lots of fattening Mexican-esque food), then wandered home. My sister was kind enough to stay up with me and entertain me by grabbing this stuffed plush stacking ring off of the spindle-thingy (of course, it was Eeyore, and not Tigger), and says, "What the hell is this thing?" Grabs it, sets it on the armrest of the couch, looks at it, sits on it and says, "Is it one of those things you sit on, you know, when you have, what is it, herpes?" as she is flipping Eeyore's head between her legs (which is a truly disturbing image, I assure you). I laughed so hard that tears were pouring down my face, "You mean hemorrhoids?!?!?!"
Ah, yes, and that was the extent of my fabulous evening. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.
Oh, and I spent the day thinking and contemplating and wondering and buried in thought and otherwise completely at a loss for words due to a completely unprecedented, unexpected gift given to me by people who, five months ago, didn't even know I existed. More to come about that in a future post that I attempted to write today but could not get past the first two lines without sobbing like a Christian during Hanukkah [aha! I have thwarted the standard discriminatory remarks by using another and used the word thwarted twice in one post - beat that!]. So, without further ado, I am going to make like a Canadian and go to bed at a disturbingly late hour (not sure what that means, but who gives a crap), while mentally trying to work out a coherent message to the people I am extraordinarily proud to call my friends.
I might be delirious.
Oh, that's right. It's because I went to bed at 5am that same morning. 5am to my poor body felt like 2am (PST), which is what time my unemployed ass usually goes to bed. That is a disaster. Especially when, at 7:30am, Pint-Size (the one-year-old), starts the morning off with a, "momma... momma?............mooooooomma...... [dramatic pause]..... momma! MOMMA!," the last one rolling off with a little bit of a growl.
Fabulous. So, here we are again, 3:15am where I am and I'm still sitting here, surfing the web for jobs, contacting recruiters, and enjoying the, uh, nightlife here in Cleveland. This is definitely going to go over well tomorrow.
Today, I spent the day hanging around the house, socializing with my parents and Pint-Size, who is not only teething, but is completely obsessed with the movie "Cars", except in his language it sounds like "Guys" every time it comes out of his mouth (endearing the first three dozen times you hear it, I assure you). Don't get me wrong, after watching it for the first time earlier this year, it had quickly risen to the top of my Disney charts. I think it's somewhere around number 4 or 5 (right up there with The Little Mermaid, Aladdin and Monsters, Inc.). However, after watching it 3 times today, it may have begun to grate on my nerves a little. But only a little.
Once I surreptitiously diverted the child's attention in Papa's direction (aha! I have thwarted responsibility once again!), I was able to divulge in some Q-Time with my brother, during which he sat on my head and forced me to watch this bullshit. He will pay. Oh, yes, he will pay for that.
Dinner was had, and we chillins (brother, sister-in-law and I) ran off to the airport to grab my sister and head over to the mall so sis and I could watch the other two take advantage of the absurd holiday sales they have going on here in the Cleve. Absurd. As in, one store had 40% off the entire store. Everything. Winter jackets, dresses, jeans, jewelry, accessories, you name it. Bizarre. Welcome to the craptastic economy. Each store had, at maximum, three employees working. Yes, even during the week before Christmas. No one was in the mall. I was about to say it was like being there on a Tuesday morning at 10am, but even then, there are the mall grannies, who get their walk on in their fabulously coordinated velour workout gear. Crazy. Anyway, we picked my dad up some "dress jeans", because he now has casual Fridays at work and was bitching about not having any "dress jeans". We told him he's not allowed to wear his new stylin' Express jeans while mowing the lawn, working on cars, or eating anything that might cause a permanent stain. God love him, but the man needed some nice jeans!!
We wandered over to Chili's for some bad-idea-before-sleeping-in-a-houseful-of-people food (think lots of fattening Mexican-esque food), then wandered home. My sister was kind enough to stay up with me and entertain me by grabbing this stuffed plush stacking ring off of the spindle-thingy (of course, it was Eeyore, and not Tigger), and says, "What the hell is this thing?" Grabs it, sets it on the armrest of the couch, looks at it, sits on it and says, "Is it one of those things you sit on, you know, when you have, what is it, herpes?" as she is flipping Eeyore's head between her legs (which is a truly disturbing image, I assure you). I laughed so hard that tears were pouring down my face, "You mean hemorrhoids?!?!?!"
Ah, yes, and that was the extent of my fabulous evening. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.
Oh, and I spent the day thinking and contemplating and wondering and buried in thought and otherwise completely at a loss for words due to a completely unprecedented, unexpected gift given to me by people who, five months ago, didn't even know I existed. More to come about that in a future post that I attempted to write today but could not get past the first two lines without sobbing like a Christian during Hanukkah [aha! I have thwarted the standard discriminatory remarks by using another and used the word thwarted twice in one post - beat that!]. So, without further ado, I am going to make like a Canadian and go to bed at a disturbingly late hour (not sure what that means, but who gives a crap), while mentally trying to work out a coherent message to the people I am extraordinarily proud to call my friends.
I might be delirious.
Labels: change, Cleveland, family, friends, generalized reciprocity, holiday stuff, pay it forward
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