Sassy Black Friend

Televisions are so 90s

I was trying to collect some extra chairs for the party this weekend from the 2 neighbors I like. The guys three doors down from us have 30 folding chairs in their basement for some reason no one can remember. So, I spend a long time today lugging them down the street. Afterwards they showed me their newly converted “media room” complete with reclining chairs and one of those cool projectors. You know, the kind that let’s you display things from a TV, computer, DVD player or whatever on the wall.

It was pretty neat, I must say. The picture from the projector was really clear, and you can move it anywhere you want.

So, of course, I spent time this afternoon when I should have been working reading projector reviews and trying to figure out how quickly I can get one. If anyone would like to give me a gift, take the hint.

More party shopping

So, Little Sister’s wedding shower is going to be a co-ed, Prohibition-era theme party. No costumes, but the food and drinks will be from those times. Should be great.

Today the boyfriend is doing research on cigars to buy – mid priced but reasonable quality. I’m really thinking about the smell in our furniture.

Hopefully the weather will be reasonable and we can have all the smoking outside.

Meanwhile, I really need to get going on some of the food preparation.

Sparkling personality

I’m very dumb. Last night I was too tired to do anything but sit on the sofa. So instead of just going to bed early like I should have, I had three beers. And promptly fell asleep in the living room.

I woke up at 5:30 this morning, with a sore back and a bad mood. So, I spent some time trying to cheer myself up with some shopping.

I found some great diamonds for my mother’s birthday, a bunch of cute stuff for the bridal shower next week, and of course, a few things for myself.

Sassy onesies

Went to a baby shower this afternoon. Was generally a good time because the mother to be is a fun person, and didn’t insist on any lame games. We just ate, drank, and opened her gifts.

The thing that surprised me is how lame some of the things people bought were. My friend didn’t register because she didn’t care that much, so everyone was on their own. Her sister had the best gift, this sweet Ergo baby carrier thing that I can’t really describe.

But at least 4 of the 25 people in attendance gave her what I’m referring to as sassy onesies. You know the ones I mean, with the slightly cheeky or funny sayings. She hated them, I could tell. That kind of thing only works for the right person, and my friend is not one to dress her son in snarky clothing. For the record, I got her a gift certificate for a postpartum massage.

Togetherness

So, the boyfriend and I have decided that with his impending unemployment, and my working from home, we need to figure out how to avoid spending too much time together. Neither of us are particularly moody, but too much togetherness makes couples snappy with each other.

Right now we’re trying to do separate friend things, which is hard because we share a lot of friends. I think splitting up errands and shopping will help too. Like, I don’t need to participate in buying multivitamins for men with him, and he doesn’t need to go with me to drop of dry-cleaning. Well, that’s a bad example because we’re about to be broke and dry-cleaning is definitely one of the first expenses to get cut. But, you get the idea.

It’s nice to be trying this in a friend;y way, instead of a get the hell out of my face all the time way.

Not that bad, seriously

Er, sorry. The tone of my previous post was a lot more negative than I intended. Things are going fine. You know, lots to do, but that’s okay with me. The boyfriend is doing well too. Right now I’m trying to learn a bit about log furniture, for two reasons. First, I never knew it existed. And second, because it is, in fact, awesome.

And the third non-reason is that you know how obsessive I can be. Which can be a useful personality trait in times of stress like this, because I get hyper-focused on something.