License to Drive

I discovered that my driver's license was expired. Oops. It was only by a few days but it gave me a strange feeling because I remember when I got it I thought that 2012 was so far away I was pretty much set for life on the driver's license. I felt the same way about the passport. "Ten years. Sheesh! How am I ever going to live ten years. I mean, by then I'll be like 29. " Well apparently the average human lifespan is longer than 25 years so I did have to renew my driver's license. Who knew?

My new diver's license picture is even more horrible than usual. I had my eyes open rather wide in an attempt to avoid blinking or looking completely stoned and my ID photos often look. I also sort of attempted to smile. Bad idea. I had just been to the dentist, and part of my face was still numb. Let's just say I look like I am planning to eat the lady behind the camera.

Well, maybe I was. Fortunately the moment I had the piece of paper in hand that says I can legally operate a car again, I forgot all about my plans to become a cannibal in my joy to escape the DMV and get out into the ridiculously hot April day. Eighty degrees in April!

A Trellis and a Fat Lip

Andrew and I built a trellis to train the rose onto. We used boards that we pulled out of the raised bed that some previous tenant put in the center of the front yard. We sliced the boards into smaller boards and put cool angles on them. By "we" I mostly mean Andrew. I cut two boards and generally assisted. We tied the rose to the trellis with garden twine.

As you can see in the picture at the bottom, I have a fat lip. Ember (at least I think it was Ember) knocked an empty water glass off the head board in the middle of the night. The glass hit Andrew in the forehead and my on the lip. My teeth cut a pretty nice gouge in my lip. The lip bled all over my teeth. It must have looked pretty gruesome judging by the look on Andrew's face when he saw it. He stopped holding the goose-egg on his forehead and started trying to comfort me. Sleepy, disgruntled, and alarmed by Andrew's alarm, I promptly burst into tears. I don't know what it is about ouchies on the face they don't even have to hurt that much and they make me cry. Tweezing my eyebrows makes me sneeze. Go figure. Anyway I rinsed the blood out of my mouth and went back to bed with a package of frozen peas shoved up under my lip. Even so it swelled up huge and made a nice dark bruise which is still there even though it has been nearly a week now. It had gone down a bit by the time this picture was taken.
The moral of this story is: Never leave water glasses on the headboard. They are sure to fall on you one way or another.

Andrew Makes Pizza

Andrew made pizza for dinner tonight. I helped by sitting on the kitchen stool and blinding him with the camera flash. Andrew likes sausage on his pizza. My stomach is iffy about sausage so tah-dah! Half of the pizza with sausage and half with just pure delicious cheese. That is, by the way, the largest cookie sheet that will fit in our oven. Full sized ones keep the door from closing, a fact that amuses me greatly.

Also, see how cute my jars of tea are on the book shelf!













Eating PIZZA and watching Full Metal Alchemist in bed is a fun way to spend an evening. Hmmm.... the bed has crumbs in it. Huh, they only seem to be on my side. Andrew did you send all of your crumbs over here? Magic! That is talent. The crumbs couldn't have been from me.






























The lovely plate here is the work of Mom.

Birthay Surprise

The sickness that I wrote about the other day appears to have been a bout of food poisoning. Mom came down to visit. I was so pleased. I was just finished cleaning the house when I heard a car pull up and Andrew said, "your Mom's here."
When I opened the door. The person standing on the front porch grinning was not Mom after all. It was Sarah. I was so surprised I jumped in the air, squealed with delight and hugged her. "Oh my god. Oh my god!" I shrieked.
Mom stood behind her wiggling with glee and grinning from ear to ear. "Did we surprise you? Did we surprise you?"
"I had no idea," I told her honestly.
"We were so careful," said Sarah, "I went out in the rain to call you so you wouldn't hear Micky barking."


A few weeks earlier when Sarah asked me what I wanted for my birthday I told her, "I told Mom I wanted a visit but if she couldn't do it, a kitchen timer or some glass Tupperware a.k.a. Yupperware." You see because yuppies use it.


Also Auntie was in on it and she didn't give it away when she called me. Well done you guys. I can't remember a better b-day surprise. Mom and Sarah, you scamps!

Suddenly Sick to My Stomach

I went to Eugene this morning to pick up some hot-tub parts for Mom. It turned out that Abi had to do some stuff in Eugene today, too. So we carpooled. How convenient.

After I got home I was feeling pretty out of it so I napped. I've had a cold for the past week or so when I woke up I was sweaty and horse. Andrew called to see about a ride home from school.
"Sure," I croaked, "I'll be over in a minute."
About half way to the school I started feeling queasy.
'Now, this is odd,' I thought. 'My own driving is making me motion sick.'
By the time I got Andrew it was pretty bad. I made it home, opened the car door, got out, and vomited on the street. I stumbled to the lawn, vomited some more, collapsed to my knees and sat the utterly miserable.
"Did you eat the beef?" asked Andrew.
We had some beef that had gotten questionable but I had thrown it away.
"No," I gasped, "that's a carrot cake muffin." I pointed at the lawn. "those are carrot."
Andrew patted my shoulder. "Come on. You just have to make it into the house."
I didn't think I could, but I did.
Now, I get to wait and see if this is a quick passing fluke or a nasty stomach bug that I don't want to give to Mom. She is planning to come visit me tomorrow. I want to go for a walk in the rain, but I don't think that would be wise or even very possible at the moment. Plus the neighbors might not like me vomiting in their yards...

Spring at Last!

It finally feels like spring for real. Everything is waking up a blooming and the air smells so good. I dug out my sandals and wore them all day. It makes me glad.

Mishaps

WARNING: This story contains references to my sex life


Today was a bad day for my head. This morning I was so overcome by my joy at the success in litter box training the ferrets, that I knocked my head into the edge of the plexiglass door on their hutch. The door won and I have a cut on my forehead which promises to be a bruise as well. That hurt but it was still pretty funny-mostly because it was pretty dumb of me to bend down and slam into the door that I had just opened.
The second mishap that befell my head was much funnier and less painful. Andrew and I were making love.
Andrew "I'm worried about stuff falling off the headboard."
Me "Na, it'll be fine."
About 30 second later, a glass of water that I'd left on the headboard fell and dumped its entire contents on my head. It was quite cold I might add. I screeched, then sputtered and burst out laughing. I am sleeping on a towel tonight because my side of the bed is quite damp.