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Week Off: August 05, 2006 - August Thus Far
Man, it's been a long time since I wrote a blog entry. In case you didn't know jamie and I have been out of town
for the past week running errands, including a trip to the Midwest for five days. I should probably work backwards since I have a better chance of
remembering fresh things.
Yesterday we drove from Florence, KY straight back to Tallahassee. Florence is just across the Ohio border and Jamie drove the whole way. I was not allowed to drive because I am a very slow, curteous driver and there was no time for that.
The day before that, we started in an Old Folks Home, where we had spent the night in Jamie's grandma's apartment on an insanely uncomfortable bed. Her grandmother was away at a rehab clinic and it was cheaper than renting a hotel. Later that day we headed over to her crazy uncle's house where we packed up the sparse belongings of her grandmother that hadn't been stolen by her uncle. But that, friends, is a story to itself. After we packed the truck we trotted over to Zinzinatti to see the Reds play the Braves. We splurged on good seats and the Reds won. More imporantly, no one broke into the truck to steal a bunch of old chairs.
The day before that, we were in Bloomington, IN where we were staying with chris and michael. We (Jamie and I) woke up late and had a leisurely lunch with them at Panera Bread after picking up the new, smaller moving truck. We stopped at Target on the way home and they purchased some storage devices. I took a shower upon our return and then Jamie and I said our final good-byes to our friends. It was very sad and I spent a good 45 minutes crying softly on our way to Ohio. Not like streaming tears--just enough to remind you to be sad. We pulled into Dayton around 6:30 and picked up Jamie's grandma for a gross dinner at Outback. I don't know how people can like that place.
The day before that, we were still in Bloomigton. We finished unloading the handful of things left in the big-ass truck then ordered some pretty-darn-good Chinese food. The cable guy came to ensure we wouldn't miss Project Runway despite being on the road. Chris and I returned the hell-moster known as their moving truck without incident and got what would be our last Starbucks. Chris and Mike took us on a tour of their new campus and we had dinner at a local place called the Runciple Spoon. There were a bunch of hippies on the porch but it turned out to be really good.
The day before that, Jamie, Michael and loaded into the trucks and hit the road around 9am. Our first stop was to Starbucks and Bruggers and I think I was doing fine with the truck until about that point. Once on the road, Mike and Jamie stayed right behind me even though the truck was not being kind. I am ashamed to admit that I drove it as low as 50 on I-65. Mike and Jamie took the lead in Nashville and cut big holes through rush hour traffic for me to squeeze the 16' truck into. Very kind of them. We stopped to have Cracker Barrel for dinner. Eventually, around 2am, we arrived in Bloomington where Chris and their newest friend, Sandy, were waiting to unpack the truck. We emptied the truck almost all the way and then sat outside in the humidless Indiana air and had a beer. Then we went to bed.
The day before that, Chris left for Indiana University. He left around 3:30pm and I took on a new roommate for the evening. We were joined later by marty, Jamie and Nina for some late-night Settlers of Catan. Jamie won the first game and I managed to upset Nina the second. By then it was 2am and we decided we should probably get some sleep since we were going to wake up between 6:30 and 7:00am.
Yeah, so that's been my week(ish). Thanks to Marty and tchris for watching Chompy while I was away. Due to a technical error we mananged to miss the leaving of pchris and elena. Hopefully they're in the middle of a safe journey to Pennsylvannia. With four key friends gone, we now get to dote on Marty alone until he leaves next week.
Man, it's been a long time since I wrote a blog entry. In case you didn't know jamie and I have been out of town
for the past week running errands, including a trip to the Midwest for five days. I should probably work backwards since I have a better chance of
remembering fresh things.Yesterday we drove from Florence, KY straight back to Tallahassee. Florence is just across the Ohio border and Jamie drove the whole way. I was not allowed to drive because I am a very slow, curteous driver and there was no time for that.
The day before that, we started in an Old Folks Home, where we had spent the night in Jamie's grandma's apartment on an insanely uncomfortable bed. Her grandmother was away at a rehab clinic and it was cheaper than renting a hotel. Later that day we headed over to her crazy uncle's house where we packed up the sparse belongings of her grandmother that hadn't been stolen by her uncle. But that, friends, is a story to itself. After we packed the truck we trotted over to Zinzinatti to see the Reds play the Braves. We splurged on good seats and the Reds won. More imporantly, no one broke into the truck to steal a bunch of old chairs.
The day before that, we were in Bloomington, IN where we were staying with chris and michael. We (Jamie and I) woke up late and had a leisurely lunch with them at Panera Bread after picking up the new, smaller moving truck. We stopped at Target on the way home and they purchased some storage devices. I took a shower upon our return and then Jamie and I said our final good-byes to our friends. It was very sad and I spent a good 45 minutes crying softly on our way to Ohio. Not like streaming tears--just enough to remind you to be sad. We pulled into Dayton around 6:30 and picked up Jamie's grandma for a gross dinner at Outback. I don't know how people can like that place.
The day before that, we were still in Bloomigton. We finished unloading the handful of things left in the big-ass truck then ordered some pretty-darn-good Chinese food. The cable guy came to ensure we wouldn't miss Project Runway despite being on the road. Chris and I returned the hell-moster known as their moving truck without incident and got what would be our last Starbucks. Chris and Mike took us on a tour of their new campus and we had dinner at a local place called the Runciple Spoon. There were a bunch of hippies on the porch but it turned out to be really good.
The day before that, Jamie, Michael and loaded into the trucks and hit the road around 9am. Our first stop was to Starbucks and Bruggers and I think I was doing fine with the truck until about that point. Once on the road, Mike and Jamie stayed right behind me even though the truck was not being kind. I am ashamed to admit that I drove it as low as 50 on I-65. Mike and Jamie took the lead in Nashville and cut big holes through rush hour traffic for me to squeeze the 16' truck into. Very kind of them. We stopped to have Cracker Barrel for dinner. Eventually, around 2am, we arrived in Bloomington where Chris and their newest friend, Sandy, were waiting to unpack the truck. We emptied the truck almost all the way and then sat outside in the humidless Indiana air and had a beer. Then we went to bed.
The day before that, Chris left for Indiana University. He left around 3:30pm and I took on a new roommate for the evening. We were joined later by marty, Jamie and Nina for some late-night Settlers of Catan. Jamie won the first game and I managed to upset Nina the second. By then it was 2am and we decided we should probably get some sleep since we were going to wake up between 6:30 and 7:00am.
Yeah, so that's been my week(ish). Thanks to Marty and tchris for watching Chompy while I was away. Due to a technical error we mananged to miss the leaving of pchris and elena. Hopefully they're in the middle of a safe journey to Pennsylvannia. With four key friends gone, we now get to dote on Marty alone until he leaves next week.
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Good Things Take Time...
176 days until FSU Football (2010)
Random Picture...
Here's our towl animal crab. Jamie had eaten its eyes at this point.
Here's our towl animal crab. Jamie had eaten its eyes at this point.
Time Machine:
03-12-2009
· 03-12-2008
· 03-12-2007
· 03-12-2006
03-12-2009: 
9:30am: That's starting your day off right. Get up early and somehow manage a pink/orange. It's no pink/pink but we'll take it.
9:45am: All bundled up and ready to take Chompy out.
11am: Fresh off a work call and filled with coffee it's time to wrestle with the laundry. No, my sweatshirt is not tucked into my pants. Yes, I am wearing a sweatshirt and wear it in public.
12:00pm: I had a 10am meeting with my like 18 year old financial planner. I figured he'd learn a valuable lesson in patience if I came two hours late.
1:15pm: Time for a quick coffee at the SBUX that I try to avoid.
1:30pm: Winning at Grab Ab, one of my favorite games. She really stunk. Like for real. Real real.
3:00pm: At the doctor's office in VA for a check-up. The woman behind me was 20 with three kids so I know I had her beat.
5:30pm: Crashing at Brian's with some Chick-Fil-A and Booty. I figured I should eat after giving up some blood. The rest of my problems throughout the day were based on a lack of blood.
9:10pm: They reopened "my" Starbucks for me to give me a tea. I had already exceeded my coffee intake for the day.
9:30pm: But Abby, why are you offering me a toy of appeasement?..
9:31pm: That's why! Bath Ab!
11:30pm: Online chatting with friends afar. But not for long.
1am BONUS: Bedtime for all my bitches.03-12-2008:
7:06am: Apparently I'm still in 8-5 work mode because I always wake up at 7:06. Since I don't have anything formally scheduled I'm sure this will be a productive day!
9:30am: I am Chompy, keeper of the bed. I'm sure sleeping with the plugged-in laptop power cord was a great idea. Chompy and I have not been on the best of terms since I moved up here but rest assured this was not a veiled attempt to electrocute her.
9:45am: Can I PLEASE just steal ONE internet connection? I wish people in DC were as unsavvy about internet connections as the yokels in Tallahassee. There were at least two quality unsecured connections in my apartment there. Now I have to settle for some Mac one that barely works.
10:00am: Ok, there's no internet and it's not going to get any warmer than 45 so it's time to go run in Glover Park. Just look at the smile on my face--so much ambition and determination.
10:45am: Oh my God, it is so cold out there. I probably only "ran" for maybe 15 minutes of the 40 I was gone. I did learn however that there are many "trails" that go for about 100 feet and then dump you into a busy intersection. On the bright side, on my normal route I've started naming landmarks; be grateful I wasn't on Louis and Clark's expeditions or else there'd be a lot more areas of country known by names like Creepy Dude Tree and Dog Sh*t Bridge.
Noonish: I traded Jamie her old carpet and chair-mats for some Starbucks. I also got Abby a new toy elephant.
1:07pm: What a waste of money this thermometer was. If it's in fact 85 degrees outside then I easily ran about 26 miles this morning.
3:30pm: Here I am putting the glass doors on my new kitchen pantry. I've gotten pretty good using the timer on my camera. The doors don't close all the way but that will come in time. Rome wasn't built in a day.
4:45pm: I haven't had to do dishes by hand since July of 2001. With each passing day I feel more and more like a housewife--going shopping in the morning, running in the park, and then cleaning up the house. I just need a rich husband who totally ignores me except when he beats me and I'll totally fit in here.
8pm: Looks like I accidentally brought a bunch of pets with me from Florida--the plants that now live in my desk used to be outside and they apparently house several colonies of ants. I have a fun time mashing them on my new desk...I'm pretty sure this is what people did before the internet to pass time.
10:00pm: There was an accident involving a bus which blocked one lane and this bitch was in the blocked lane. Because I'm a courteous anti-gridlock driver, I didn't block the intersection when the light changed to red and she waited until there was no traffic coming before running the red to get ahead of me. Once the lanes went back to normal I pulled up next to her to yell and she pretended to not notice just like I did when I cut some guy off driving back from Union Station. No harm done but seriously, do you really think gridlocking an intersection is helpful to ANYONE? Really? Seriously?
11:30pm: Ooh, it's my scared face after watching the "After Humans" show on the National Geographic channel that showed what would happen to earth if every human died today. Long story short, everything would get better for every other species once the radiation died down. I couldn't stay awake through the next show on how oil is created. I did have some weird dreams about the world ending which were pretty interesting (more than I can say for my 12 of 12).
03-12-2007: As inspired by the Untitled Chad Darnell Project.
2:30 am: Chris and I have finished our wine for the night and we are awaiting the return of our significant others. The contrast was pretty poor because of the lack of the light so I took the liberty of adjusting the contrast so you could see the clock through the wine glasses.
11:00am: I finally woke up and let the dogs out. They took the liberty of finding their own breakfast (acorns) and bringing all of the shells inside of my freshly-vacuumed carpet.
1:30pm: Time for Gordo's. This is the inside of my El Gordo. You call those little nuggets of meat bacon? Come on! We learned that the main guy that runs it is some sort of sex pervert and in jail for having a bunch of lewd, underage pictures. Just what I want to be thinking about while they're making my food.
3:00pm: Chris, Kevin and Michael. You might notice I already used this picture once a few days ago but with Kevin photoshopped out. Sorry buddy! You probably can't tell from this picture but Kevin's got biceps so big they have their own biceps. And just look at those pearly whites.
3:30pm: So Chris and I are going to SBUX and we get stuck behind this fire truck. Turns out this car "accidentally" drove forward instead of reverse, went over the Bank of America embankment (raised) and came to rest atop this other car. Fortunately no one was hurt and it was right outside where we were sitting. The guy who didn't know how to operate his transmission told a terrible lie saying that some other phantom car had rammed him from the SBUX lot (???), his car flew up in the air and landed on the other car. Whoa dude. That's enough excitement for one iced venti vanilla latte.
4:45pm: Nothing like a little dog nap in the middle of an exciting day.
6:15pm: Here's me cooking three packages of Japanese Chicken. Remind me not to wear that shirt again; it looks so emo. And that reminds me of a joke: I wish my lawn were emo so it would cut itself.
8:00pm: We are very excited to be going to Leon Pub.
10:45pm: Sorry to wake you up pup but it's time to play Apples to Apples (again).
12:15am: You can't tell from this stunning overhead shot but the coffee table is actually off the ground because Michael and I had so many victory cards. I'm going to have to say that being inside the sun is the most uncomfortable. Inside The Sun. -Jimmy
1:30am: It's late but who cares. I'm about to play by The Common Loon card for the word "Ordinary". Chris correctly judged it to be the winner. Sorry Heather, Festering Wounds was just not appropriate.
2:30am: With all of the rooms, beds and couches booked at the inn poor Chompy has to sleep on the floor. Man, that picture is funny.
BONUS: Our guests of honor.
03-12-2006: Friday: One of my semi co-workers was arrested for his third DUI AND driving without a license. I say semi-coworker because he works for the magazine and not really for RD. Nonetheless he called Kurt to bail him out of jail. Personally I think he needs to rot in jail before he kills someone. I know he's young but I don't care. It's not like he hasn't had chances before. At least he'll probably lose his sales job as my semi-coworker when they take his license away for the next five years. You dumbass.
Barbara left before she, chris and I could have our inaugural Photoshop Contest. I declare myself winner for today's picture because, well, you should read the Chompblog.
Saturday: Worked on scores all day until around 7pm when I got ready and headed over to jamie's Housewarming Party. I was the third to arrive (after Chris and michael natually). We were later joined by tami, ricky, pchris, elena and Tim. I gotsta give a SupDog out to Ricky who was offered a new job at the Department of Revenue so he can now leave the rat-infested bowels of the State System, my former place of employment, the JAC. It was also rumored that Kathy was the first out of her poker game up at brian's. Brian apparently won second, a position I never find myself in.
Sunday: Worked on EVEN MORE scores, including Soca Chompy. I know there's always an inate eye-roll when I talk about steel drum music but Soca Chompy is nothing to sneeze at. After revisions the score was over 27,000 notes. This ain't Margaritaville. I'm surprised I remembered when the "Count" feature is in Finale since I hadn't used it so long.
Thank GOD Desperate Housewives is going to be running against The Sopranos from now on. Last night's episode was pretty darn good so maybe they know that Sunday nights aren't a gimme anymore. I was a little disappointed that Paul didn't die when he was locked in the police van. I mean come on, like those hardened criminals wouldn't have killed him? Come on. I am really getting sick of the Susan parts of the story. Shouldn't there be some meat to character other than giggling and falling in love with all the wrong people? Who cares! If *I* were in charge here would be next week: Andrew would kill Bree, Andrew's lover would kill him. Paul would kill him. Martha Huber's sister would kill him. Mike would kill her. Dr. Ron would kill him. Karl would kill him. Susan would kill him. Zack would kill Susan. Julie would kill Zack. Stay tuned for next week!
9:30am: That's starting your day off right. Get up early and somehow manage a pink/orange. It's no pink/pink but we'll take it.
9:45am: All bundled up and ready to take Chompy out.
11am: Fresh off a work call and filled with coffee it's time to wrestle with the laundry. No, my sweatshirt is not tucked into my pants. Yes, I am wearing a sweatshirt and wear it in public.
12:00pm: I had a 10am meeting with my like 18 year old financial planner. I figured he'd learn a valuable lesson in patience if I came two hours late.
1:15pm: Time for a quick coffee at the SBUX that I try to avoid.
1:30pm: Winning at Grab Ab, one of my favorite games. She really stunk. Like for real. Real real.
3:00pm: At the doctor's office in VA for a check-up. The woman behind me was 20 with three kids so I know I had her beat.
5:30pm: Crashing at Brian's with some Chick-Fil-A and Booty. I figured I should eat after giving up some blood. The rest of my problems throughout the day were based on a lack of blood.
9:10pm: They reopened "my" Starbucks for me to give me a tea. I had already exceeded my coffee intake for the day.
9:30pm: But Abby, why are you offering me a toy of appeasement?..
9:31pm: That's why! Bath Ab!
11:30pm: Online chatting with friends afar. But not for long.
1am BONUS: Bedtime for all my bitches.03-12-2008:
7:06am: Apparently I'm still in 8-5 work mode because I always wake up at 7:06. Since I don't have anything formally scheduled I'm sure this will be a productive day!
9:30am: I am Chompy, keeper of the bed. I'm sure sleeping with the plugged-in laptop power cord was a great idea. Chompy and I have not been on the best of terms since I moved up here but rest assured this was not a veiled attempt to electrocute her.
9:45am: Can I PLEASE just steal ONE internet connection? I wish people in DC were as unsavvy about internet connections as the yokels in Tallahassee. There were at least two quality unsecured connections in my apartment there. Now I have to settle for some Mac one that barely works.
10:00am: Ok, there's no internet and it's not going to get any warmer than 45 so it's time to go run in Glover Park. Just look at the smile on my face--so much ambition and determination.
10:45am: Oh my God, it is so cold out there. I probably only "ran" for maybe 15 minutes of the 40 I was gone. I did learn however that there are many "trails" that go for about 100 feet and then dump you into a busy intersection. On the bright side, on my normal route I've started naming landmarks; be grateful I wasn't on Louis and Clark's expeditions or else there'd be a lot more areas of country known by names like Creepy Dude Tree and Dog Sh*t Bridge.
Noonish: I traded Jamie her old carpet and chair-mats for some Starbucks. I also got Abby a new toy elephant.
1:07pm: What a waste of money this thermometer was. If it's in fact 85 degrees outside then I easily ran about 26 miles this morning.
3:30pm: Here I am putting the glass doors on my new kitchen pantry. I've gotten pretty good using the timer on my camera. The doors don't close all the way but that will come in time. Rome wasn't built in a day.
4:45pm: I haven't had to do dishes by hand since July of 2001. With each passing day I feel more and more like a housewife--going shopping in the morning, running in the park, and then cleaning up the house. I just need a rich husband who totally ignores me except when he beats me and I'll totally fit in here.
8pm: Looks like I accidentally brought a bunch of pets with me from Florida--the plants that now live in my desk used to be outside and they apparently house several colonies of ants. I have a fun time mashing them on my new desk...I'm pretty sure this is what people did before the internet to pass time.
10:00pm: There was an accident involving a bus which blocked one lane and this bitch was in the blocked lane. Because I'm a courteous anti-gridlock driver, I didn't block the intersection when the light changed to red and she waited until there was no traffic coming before running the red to get ahead of me. Once the lanes went back to normal I pulled up next to her to yell and she pretended to not notice just like I did when I cut some guy off driving back from Union Station. No harm done but seriously, do you really think gridlocking an intersection is helpful to ANYONE? Really? Seriously?
11:30pm: Ooh, it's my scared face after watching the "After Humans" show on the National Geographic channel that showed what would happen to earth if every human died today. Long story short, everything would get better for every other species once the radiation died down. I couldn't stay awake through the next show on how oil is created. I did have some weird dreams about the world ending which were pretty interesting (more than I can say for my 12 of 12).
03-12-2007: As inspired by the Untitled Chad Darnell Project.
2:30 am: Chris and I have finished our wine for the night and we are awaiting the return of our significant others. The contrast was pretty poor because of the lack of the light so I took the liberty of adjusting the contrast so you could see the clock through the wine glasses.
11:00am: I finally woke up and let the dogs out. They took the liberty of finding their own breakfast (acorns) and bringing all of the shells inside of my freshly-vacuumed carpet.
1:30pm: Time for Gordo's. This is the inside of my El Gordo. You call those little nuggets of meat bacon? Come on! We learned that the main guy that runs it is some sort of sex pervert and in jail for having a bunch of lewd, underage pictures. Just what I want to be thinking about while they're making my food.
3:00pm: Chris, Kevin and Michael. You might notice I already used this picture once a few days ago but with Kevin photoshopped out. Sorry buddy! You probably can't tell from this picture but Kevin's got biceps so big they have their own biceps. And just look at those pearly whites.
3:30pm: So Chris and I are going to SBUX and we get stuck behind this fire truck. Turns out this car "accidentally" drove forward instead of reverse, went over the Bank of America embankment (raised) and came to rest atop this other car. Fortunately no one was hurt and it was right outside where we were sitting. The guy who didn't know how to operate his transmission told a terrible lie saying that some other phantom car had rammed him from the SBUX lot (???), his car flew up in the air and landed on the other car. Whoa dude. That's enough excitement for one iced venti vanilla latte.
4:45pm: Nothing like a little dog nap in the middle of an exciting day.
6:15pm: Here's me cooking three packages of Japanese Chicken. Remind me not to wear that shirt again; it looks so emo. And that reminds me of a joke: I wish my lawn were emo so it would cut itself.
8:00pm: We are very excited to be going to Leon Pub.
10:45pm: Sorry to wake you up pup but it's time to play Apples to Apples (again).
12:15am: You can't tell from this stunning overhead shot but the coffee table is actually off the ground because Michael and I had so many victory cards. I'm going to have to say that being inside the sun is the most uncomfortable. Inside The Sun. -Jimmy
1:30am: It's late but who cares. I'm about to play by The Common Loon card for the word "Ordinary". Chris correctly judged it to be the winner. Sorry Heather, Festering Wounds was just not appropriate.
2:30am: With all of the rooms, beds and couches booked at the inn poor Chompy has to sleep on the floor. Man, that picture is funny.
BONUS: Our guests of honor.
03-12-2006: Friday: One of my semi co-workers was arrested for his third DUI AND driving without a license. I say semi-coworker because he works for the magazine and not really for RD. Nonetheless he called Kurt to bail him out of jail. Personally I think he needs to rot in jail before he kills someone. I know he's young but I don't care. It's not like he hasn't had chances before. At least he'll probably lose his sales job as my semi-coworker when they take his license away for the next five years. You dumbass.
Barbara left before she, chris and I could have our inaugural Photoshop Contest. I declare myself winner for today's picture because, well, you should read the Chompblog.
Saturday: Worked on scores all day until around 7pm when I got ready and headed over to jamie's Housewarming Party. I was the third to arrive (after Chris and michael natually). We were later joined by tami, ricky, pchris, elena and Tim. I gotsta give a SupDog out to Ricky who was offered a new job at the Department of Revenue so he can now leave the rat-infested bowels of the State System, my former place of employment, the JAC. It was also rumored that Kathy was the first out of her poker game up at brian's. Brian apparently won second, a position I never find myself in.
Sunday: Worked on EVEN MORE scores, including Soca Chompy. I know there's always an inate eye-roll when I talk about steel drum music but Soca Chompy is nothing to sneeze at. After revisions the score was over 27,000 notes. This ain't Margaritaville. I'm surprised I remembered when the "Count" feature is in Finale since I hadn't used it so long.
Thank GOD Desperate Housewives is going to be running against The Sopranos from now on. Last night's episode was pretty darn good so maybe they know that Sunday nights aren't a gimme anymore. I was a little disappointed that Paul didn't die when he was locked in the police van. I mean come on, like those hardened criminals wouldn't have killed him? Come on. I am really getting sick of the Susan parts of the story. Shouldn't there be some meat to character other than giggling and falling in love with all the wrong people? Who cares! If *I* were in charge here would be next week: Andrew would kill Bree, Andrew's lover would kill him. Paul would kill him. Martha Huber's sister would kill him. Mike would kill her. Dr. Ron would kill him. Karl would kill him. Susan would kill him. Zack would kill Susan. Julie would kill Zack. Stay tuned for next week!