August 2004

2004-08-26 11:54:50

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Ridiculously tired, I am

Monday night, I woke up in a fit of terror probably 10 times. Tuesday night, I needed to sleep so badly, I took sleeping pills. If I had nightmares, I was too dazed to know/remember. Last night, I had the best night of sleep that I’ve had in the last month. I didn’t wake up screaming at all, and I didn’t have any nightmares, necessarily. I did, however, have a pretty distressing dream involving a crazy funeral, a couple chase scenes, downtown Utica, and some sort of entrails (I won’t go into too much detail). Maybe that constitutes as a nightmare; I don’t even know anymore. I did wake up feeling fairly refreshed, nonetheless.

Has this lack of sleep affected my brain?

What? Who said that? Who am I? I may or may not be "going off the rails of a crazy train."

On a lighter note, Tuesday was Patty’s 28th birthday. I didn’t do it up as much as I would have liked to, but I baked him a cake, bought him a few small gifts, and took him out to dinner at Hicks & McCarthy. I hope he enjoyed his birfday. Last year on his birthday, we were sitting on a beach in Cozumel, sipping Corona, but I couldn’t fandangle that this year.

This weekend my parents (and possibly my aunt) are coming out to check out the new digs. I’m excited for them to see the new place. It has finally gotten to a point where I’m not completely embarrassed to show it to people. It still needs a lot of work, but at least it’s mostly unpacked now, and mostly clean. We’re going to show them around the new neighborhood and I’m going to get some much-needed advice regarding the plant life in our yard, and how to stop it from dying. STOP THE KILLIN’!!! (That’s an inside joke that probably only V_Murder will get.)


Not enough time in the day

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We had a fantastic, fun-filled, productive weekend. I'm still a little low on sleep from still waking up at night screaming, but other than that, things are good. We still haven't moved to a new bedroom yet, but we made a lot of advances to make the place feel more like home, so we're getting there. Plus, I've got some tricks up my sleeve.

Friday night was very fun, yet disjointed. Pat and I had made commitments to different friends on the same day, and then neither of us wanted to change our plans. I ended up going to see Garden State, which was absolutely amazing. Then I went to a party with my friend Rosey and a bunch of old friends from college. Pat had Frank, Joyce, and Jerome over to BBQ and watch Monster. Around midnight, I got home from my party, Pat's posse of friends left, and Chris and Amy came over for a while. Multitasking, baby.

Saturday we worked on our house a lot and got a lot more unpacked and organized. I don't ever recall unpacking taking so long, and I don't know why I have such a hard time figuring out where to put things, but I do. Saturday night, we got Ethiopian food at Abyssinia with Chris, Amy, Dave W, Dave's new lady Jen, and two of Amy's college friends. It was very tasty, but my tum got a little miffed, not like it slowed me down. After that, we met up with the Things, and Sara and Corey for some porch-time fun at Cima's. Later, we went back to our house, took a trip to the always entertaining BOD (a.k.a, the new Mex), and then back to our place again. For anyone who has beef with us going to BOD twice in two weeks, I implore you to look at how close the place is to our house, and take that into consideration.

Sunday was more unpacking/organizing/cleaning, followed by a shopping trip to Home Depot and Target, and then a little Six Feet Under.

After reading back through this blog, I found I did a lot of name dropping. When you've got ultra fancy and important friends like we do though, you've gotta drop names.

Oh hey! Last but not least, tomorrow is Pat's birthday. Be sure to give him a birthday shout in the comments section.


~-Hottest Sport Ever-~

Please Note: Pat put these three pictures up, not me.

2004-08-18 10:49:36

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I’m so darned tired. I haven’t been sleeping very well since we moved into the new house. For whatever reason, I’ve been having nightmares just about every night. I even have been waking myself up in the middle of the night screaming, and that’s something I had never ever done before. Pat and I are going to switch bedrooms and see if that helps. Me so tired.

We had a lovely anniversary celebration on Monday night. We had saved a bottle of wine from our wedding for our first anniversary, so we drank that, and I make a nice dinner. Filet mignon, scallops, sautéed mushrooms, snap peas, bread, salad, and cannoli. After dinner we watched Sylvia, which I’ve wanted to watch forever. It was good, but I ended up falling asleep at the end. It’s not reflection on the movie, see paragraph 1.

Oh yeah, as an added note: To all those chumps who save their cake top for their first anniversary, I highly recommend saving the bottle of wine in lieu of the cake. I mean, seriously, what do you think is going to taste better a year later, cake or wine?? A couple of my co-workers called me a “lush” when I told them. I call them “moldy cake eaters.” Touché.

We recently went to Home Depot, my new favorite store, and got lots of fun, new stuff for the house. We got a lawn mower, three light fixtures, and some other little stuff. It was way too much fun. Now that Pat and I have tackled gas, we want to take on electricity. Bring it on, biatch!

Oh, um, so I couldn’t help but notice that Pat hasn’t written a blog recently. As much as I like to hear myself talk, I think I’d enjoy an entry from Pat. Anyone agree?


Tired, confused, and out of the loop

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Good gravy, it’s been a long time since our last update. Last weekend was our last Park Ave Fest as actual residents of the neighborhood. The party on Friday was probably the most fun party we’ve had at our place, so I’m glad she went out with a bang. Don J made a point to say “I trust the beer will be cleaned off the walls before I move in.” Yup, it was that kind of party.

Saturday, we went over to the Thing’s for their Park Ave Fest event. It was also Mike F’s surprise 30th birthday party. It was a great time. The highlight was watching (and heckling) our friends play “urban bocce.” This is just like regular bocce, but with sidewalks, driveways, and for sale signs involved.

This week has been spent doing our final moving out and cleaning of the apartment, finishing up jury duty (don’t you worry, we sent tons of people up the river), and working on the house. I can’t wait until things get a little more settled at the house. Considering we’ve been there two weeks, the place is still a disaster. Saturday, we realized the pilot light on our hot water heater had gone out. Pat lit it again, but it just kept going out. This week it has gone out consistently every few hours. Pat did some research, deduced that it was our thermocouple that was to blame, and we replaced that bitch ourselves! It was very empowering. I feel like, after accomplishing that household repair, we can do just about anything. When we woke up this morning, the pilot light was still on and the burner was working and all that good stuff. Hells yeah. Hopefully that solved the problem.

Monday is Pat’s and my one-year anniversary. We were considering renewing our vows in our new backyard, with Cima officiating, but I’m not sure it’s going to happen. Things are just kind of busy around here. If we do, we’ll make sure to post pictures.

Peace out, yo.


Happy about lots of things

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I'm so happy. Pat and I have mostly moved into our new house. It's really the bee's knees. We had lots of help moving from Peter, Frank, Rosey, Ellen, and Don Jay. Seriously, we couldn't have done it without you guys. In fact, to show you all how much you mean to us, we're going to name our first child "Pfred." (The "P" is silent - sorry Peter.) We also had "moral support" via cookies from Amy and Chris. The move was about as smooth as it could have possibly gone, and we had a super fun cookout at the new place afterwards, where I cursed the names the people who offered to help us move and then didn't show up. I won't name names; I'll just let the guilt eat at you like the man in Poe's Tell-Tale Heart.

Pat and I are really happy about the new house. I swear, the washer and dryer alone make it worth every penny. Clean clothes rule! (Also, not having to deal with creepy, deaf guys at the laundromat, and not having to threaten that you're going to kill them and eat them is quite good too...but I digress.)

Pat had taken this week off of work to get things cleaned out of the old apartment and settled in the house. He's doing a great job with his house husband duties. Hehe. Tonight I stopped by the apartment to pick up some things and do a bit of cleaning. As I did, I got really, really sad about leaving the place. We have so many fond memories there. Tomorrow night kicks off Park Ave Fest and we're having our annual pre-festivities ripper. If you didn't get an invite, please don't get your panties in a bunch (and please excuse the hideous saying). We have lots o' good friends and not a lot o' space. Since the place is all cleared out, I'm pretty much considering the entire apartment a big, skinny, bizarrely-shaped dance floor. Watch out! We can't rip things up too much since Don Jay has got to move into the place soon, so be cool. Here's a post-view from last year to remind you all how much fun we have this weekend.

As a side note, this month has been one of the longest and most annoying months of my life, and I'd like to thank everyone who helped us out during that time. Without sounding too maudlin (I've had a beer and a half), I want the special people in my life to know I care about them and I'm thinking about them a lot.