Sound Byte (maigrey) wrote,
Sound Byte

My weekend in a nutshell...

Friday, I had hoped to go home early and catch The Life of David Gale with some friends, but that wasn't happening as I ended up staying at work until 7:30 dealing with a circuit issue. By the time I rushed home to let the dog out after grabbing Chinese food for dinner, I was too tired to do anything else but watch half of CSI:Miami, finish dinner and go to bed at 9PM. I was asleep by 9:15 - for reals.

The benefit of this is that I woke up at 7:30 on Saturday feeling entirely refreshed and looking forward to having a whole day to Get Things Done around the house. I did a load of laundry, watched the rest of CSI:Miami, did some detailed cleaning in the kitchen of my own volition, watched CSI (the original), finished up my weekly blessing, watched the Illini beat Northwestern, did some filing, watched Without a trace, put a chair together and did 15 minutes of decluttering.

That was all before 3:45, when zen_raven picked me up so we could go watch The Life of David Gale with M and P. It was a pretty decent movie, but I think the last bit (the "off the record" portion for those of you who've seen it) would have been better left on the cutting room floor. It was merely giving you proof of something you were starting to think about already, and I would have preferred to have been left wondering and been able to debate it. But it wasn't as bad a movie as the critics are saying; perhaps that's my unrequited love for Kevin Spacey talking. Plus, Kate Winslet has the most perfectly shaped lips on this earth, objectively speaking.

Then, off to Cold Stone Creamery in the freezing cold wind (we're driving the block or two next time, I tell you whut), where I had cake batter ice cream with sponge cake and raspberries. Good, but not as good as my favorite concoction there (cheesecake ice cream with graham cracker crusts and raspberries). Then we were off for home, where I must have done a couple other things, but I can't remember what.

Sunday, it was off to church to practice one of our more difficult anthems; we pulled it off amazingly well, and even started to practice the soprano solo from Handel's Messiah (No. 56 or 52, for those who are familiar with it). We'll be doing it as a section, and I think we'll do just fine: the notes are not difficult, but the timing and the coordination of the breathing is going to be a bear.

And then, it was chicknight. I got home about 1 pm after swinging by Mom's to pick up my DVD player, grab some cranapple juice from the store for sinnie's holiday mulled punch to scare the chill away. After about 30 minutes of swiffering, vacuuming and mopping, the house was ready for visitors. My mom called after her coffee date at the mall nearby and wondered if she could stop by or if I was cleaning. I was cleaning but I was going to be done in 5 minutes, so told her to come over. She ended up staying until J and H arrived, and then stayed to watch Sweet Home Alabama with us as well. It was a poor turnout for chick night, alas, as K and P both had the flu, and L was nowhere to be found. But we had fun anyway, and it was surprisingly not so bad to have my mom there. Mom was stunned at how clean my house was, among other things. I told her none of it was done in more than 15 minute chunks -- thanks to flylady (which she told me about in the first place)

And now I'm exhausted and going to sleep. Mom's coming over tomorrow to watch My Big Fat Greek Wedding with me, which was the other movie I rented and then she wants to watch My Big Fat Greek Life on TV, so I've tivoed it. Of course, when I told her we didn't watch MBFGW, she said, "I should have said that I wanted to watch that one first!" I rolled my eyes at her over the phone (which probably diminished the effectiveness of that gesture) and said that I had wanted to see Sweet Home Alabama, so we watched that. Sheesh, crashing the party and then wanting to direct it, too? My mom cracks me up sometimes. Although, this time with her around my friends I wasn't worried or embarrassed, just kind of awkward, because, well, my MOM was there, you know?

And tomorrow starts a new day, and I get to work from home. Hoo rah.

  • Tired.

    Being in the office at 8:30 am means getting up at 5 because I hate traffic and traffic starts at 6:30. Wah. But I did get more Caribou. YOMS.

  • Making orthodontia better

    + ...I have about 4 hours before I can't eat anything that isn't soft...

  • For Lori.

    I hate you pollen. HATE YOU.

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