MetaChat is an informal place for MeFites to touch base and post, discuss and
chatter about topics that may not belong on MetaFilter. Questions? Check the FAQ. Please note: This is important.
07 March 2008
Whatcha doing this weekend?→[More:]Tonight, I hit the gym and tidy up my house. Tomorrow, gym and steak dinner, hopefully something fun after. Sunday, church and birthday party for Theo- he's turning the big 0-1!
Supposed to be going out for drinks with co-workers this evening. I don't feel up to it, but I've turned them down so many times that I'm not sure I can really do so again.
Tomorrow I have a frack-frick-*#!*$'ing training session from 9am to 4:30pm, and let me tell you how not excited I am about that. It's going to be four hours of being lectured to by a former kindergarten teacher with a saccharine sing-songy voice about things I already know, a half-hour lunch break in which I am going to have to somehow dodge all the other participants in order to get a blessed half-hour of not dealing with people, followed by four hours of indoctrination into a group therapy system that is just not nearly as complicated as the trainer is making it out to be.
Right.
I have no plans for anything after 4:30 on Saturday, because I suspect I will be worn out and pissed off and generally unpleasant. Hoping that mood will motivate me to go to the gym at some point, or at least motivates me to clean the house, but I suspect it will not.
Tonight having a friend over for dinner while I cook multiple meals to carry to our own pinky.p and her new spawn. Tomorrow, a book swap, then a sweet-16 party in a Baptist church basement and then out with a friend for drinks.
Sunday, not sure yet.
Tonight, we're going to a minor-league hockey game. Yay!
MuddDude bought me tickets to Phantom of the Opera for my birthday, so on Saturday we're going to get all dressed up and have dinner downtown before the show.
Sunday is the usual plan - bowling in the morning, then chores, grocery shopping, and laundry.
I'm supposed to see a bunch of friends (dinner tonight, dinner tomorrow night, Sunday breakfast), but what I really want is to curl up in bed and sleep and feel sorry for myself for being sick. My guess is that it'll be a much quieter weekend than I'd originally planned.
Tonight: Going to a kickoff concert for the March Mandolin Festival (indeed!) at this club, which is a really great place.
Tomorrow: Going to this Women's Day event which is a fundraiser for Womanaid, an awesome charity, and also full of lovely, positive, soothing sessions about taking care of yourself and managing transitions and stuff like that.
Sunday: Working. Have to run a focus group for families to test our new exhibit prototypes.
a half-hour lunch break in which I am going to have to somehow dodge all the other participants in order to get a blessed half-hour of not dealing with people
That's my least favorite thing about attending workshops: that everyone seems to expect you to eat lunch in a big cluster, making empty happy conversation about your job and the workshop topic. Bleah. That's my time! Would rather eat alone and read, or walk around and see the streets of wherever the event is.
BF-less weekend. More and more of these are happening and upcoming as gas prices rise and we both get busier in jobs & stuff. Yargh. Sad.
Anyway, tonight, supposedly, drinks with Friday Ladies' Drinking Club, but I might bail - hungover from last night's emergency Thursday night meeting of FLDC. Tomorrow, morning, fun fun fun credit counseling fair where I get to discover all my past and present financial misdeeds and try to fix them. Eeep. Afternoon, we are planning a crazed performance art piece at the local supermarket. If it happens, I'll let y'all know. Evening, birthday party for my friends' dog. Sunday, cleaning house, grocery shopping and lying around doing blessedly nothing.
Tonight we're going out to the little roadhouse outside of town to drink beer and play pool. We'll hopefully run into Obi, the really cool Quaker entomologist we met there last time, and whose ass I kicked.
Tomorrow, will do some gardening and yardwork, make a yucky phone call about money (which won't be nearly as yucky as mgl's credit counseling -- a fact of which I will be reminding myself whilst on the phone), then will head in to the city.
Sunday, it's lunch with one of the gf's friends. (We're still in "I want you to meet all of my friends" mode. Well, she is. She's already met most of mine. But her list is infinitely longer.)
Tonight we are hanging out at our regular bar, that we have neglected lo these past few weeks. I am going to tell the bartenders that I'm pregnant and convince them to make me delicious fruity non-alcoholic cocktails all night.
Tomorrow day no plans, and tomorrow evening is my friend's surprise bridal shower. Actually that means tomorrow day will be shopping for said friend's gift.
No plans on Sunday either. I do like not having plans.
That's my least favorite thing about attending workshops: that everyone seems to expect you to eat lunch in a big cluster, making empty happy conversation about your job and the workshop topic.
Yeah, and it's doubly hard on this one, because the participants are mostly students in my grad program, so we all know each other, and everyone wants to gripe to each other.
On the plus side, they all seem allergic to the outdoors, so I can probably grab a sandwich and find a bench and be mostly invisible.
Tomorrow, try on a wedding dress that some girl is selling. Expecting it not to fit, and don't really care because my sister just sent me some sketches and I'm pretty sure now I'm just going to have one of her designs made for me.
Sunday, hair cut.
That's it, and I like it that way!! (Well there will actually likely be some grocery shopping and wedding planning activities too, but I don't have to be anywhere at any specific time for those.)
I'm mailing the final PDFs to the press of a long, non-fiction book we've been working on for years. It's especially made my life hell for the last three.
Tonight--dinner with a friend.
Tomorrow--Easter Egg Hunt in the morning, my niece's birthday party in the afternoon
Sunday--Mr. Baby's first birthday party! So somewhere in all this, I have to find time to clean my house and bake a cake that looks like a giraffe. Wish me luck!
(Mr. Baby, by the way, has spent the day crawling backward at high speed while gibbering quickly. It's like something from a horror movie and it is FREAKING ME OUT! If he suddenly starts appearing in black and white I am getting the hell out of here.)
Good luck with the wedding dress, misskaz. I love wedding dresses.
I'm heading to San Francisco for the weekend to clear my head. My best friend from Boston lives there now, and we're jointly attending the birthday party of another extraordinary friend.
Sunday, I considered racing back to L.A. to catch a service, but I go to service twice a week and only see my friends once every few months, so priorities are priorities.
Next weekend, however, I hope my arm will be healed enough to enable bike riding again. I hate having to drive...
I have basically nothing planned! I maybe should work on my site template, because it's 70% done. Thinking about getting hockey tickets for Saturday night. Maybe a movie. Definitely laundry.
today: hopefully getting together with my good friend Velcro Lewis to shoot some stuff for the "Song Remains The Same"-style video I'm putting together for them. Maybe going out for a drink with the little woman.
tomorrow: working at an AAW show. Usually I do video but the producer is training me to take over his job so I'll probably be sitting backstage with a headset giving people cues and running the big video screen.
sunday: hopefully sitting around in my bathrobe reading old D&D books
To avoid any further confusion and acknowledge my boy's transition from babyhood to toddlerhood, I will officially change his nickname. "Mr. Baby" has become too generic anyway. He needs a moniker that acknowledges his toddlerific klutziness and his ever-growing love of DANGER. Therefore, he shall now be referred to as Weeble Knievel.
No plans tonight, other than working a little late.
Tomorrow we are finally removing the screen door that's been nailed up in our hallway since August, given the fact that new cat and old cat are finally mostly sorta getting along and can now share their space more often than not. (And when they're not, we can close a couple doors to separate them. I suspect we'll be doing this at night to avoid 3 AM cat-screamy brawls under the bed.)
Cook food, go to the Portobello Road market, make midget porn, sleep, read A Handful of Dust to the blind guy I read to (seriously. We're only 1/3 of the way through at the moment and he doesn't know the ending. Heh), phone my dad; the usual.
Right now: Watching a terrible movie called Blind Dating.
Tonight: I turned down a date to have some time to myself. No wonder I'm single.
Saturday: Not sure about the day, but a surprise party at night.
Sunday: Work and book club.
Tonight: Cuddle with my sweetie (we're dropping down to 5 degrees F tonight after the three inches of SNOW AGAIN (it's March, dammit!)) and sleep early.
Tomorrow: Plant datura seeds and maybe something else for the greenhouse; check greenhouse for water; international dinner at night at the college.
Sunday: church, followed by more relaxation and hoping spring comes soon!
Tonight: Nothing much. I had my hair in a very tight ponytail today at work and I feel like my head is going to crack open. I think I'll take a shower and put on my yoga pants and watch a movie I've seen before.
Tomorrow: I'm working again in the morning. This working business is for the birds. I usually only work once a week, tomorrow will be day three. I have nothing planned after work. Dear son the eldest is invited to his first sleepover. I imagine that I will be consoling my youngest son because he isn't going. It's such a heartbreak to be the youngest.
Just got back from Waffle House. Our waitress had a period-related emergency right after waiting on us and disappeared entirely. Her fellow waitron finally found our bill. Ugh.
Tomorrow is the County Republican Party Convention. Oh joy. My husband is the chairman, and I was informed today I will be the timekeeper. Which really means I get to let longwinded politicians know it's time to sit down and shut up. Last time I did this job I was a Democrat and I was pregnant with my son. (Who is graduating from USAFA this semester so that tells you how long ago THAT was.)
Sunday, church, then I hope a nap. But probably a trip to the grocery instead.
(tonight, pray that I am not getting @#$@!!!!! sick but start to accept that I actually am. Tomorrow, same. In the meantime, feed, change, entertain baby. Think about wearing a facemask)
At least the baby can't get sick from you, which i find amazing.
i swear pregnancy helped give a friend of mine years more use of her liver from the random stem cells.
photo by splunge
photo by TheophileEscargot
photo by Kronos_to_Earth
photo by ethylene
