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Ugh, I'm So Far Behind. It Must Be Monday.
Feb. 4th, 2013 09:44 amI meant to update a while ago about the CAR. The short of it? All is well--for now. I was actually very butchily mcButcherson and talked to the car part store guy about my heater problem. He recommended that, since I got the heater BLOWING again, I put the extra fuses back on the shelf and try adding antifreeze.
Guess what?
It worked.
And it was a lot less butt-munching cold to stand outside with a bottle of antifreeze than it was to try to jam the stupid fuses into the stupid spot under the stupid steering wheel (seriously? Why there? So NOT convenenient.) At any rate, since we had a quick fix, I took the car to get an oil change thinking that if there was a massive hole in the oil works or antifreeze parts maybe they'd notice and tell me about it. Well, they didn't. But, the last is pretty obvious. The car stinks like she's burning oil. So, we're going to have to budget to take it in to the shop at some point soon here. In the meantime, I just keep checking oil and antifreeze levels and keep fingers crossed that nothing goes horribly wrong.
We had a mostly lovely weekend. Saturday was Mason's swimming lesson. He's in level 4 now, which is called "stroke improvement." So, he's learning the right way to do the front crawl and back stroke and all those official swimming techniques. I didn't learn those until high school, but I'm pleased that, no matter what happens in this class, Mason can swim. This is a good life skill to have in the "Land of 10,000 lakes."
Saturday afternoon was KidCon III, hosted by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naomikritzer. Mason had a blast playing ALL THE GAMES. Shawn and I took advantage of being kidless to... (wait for it!)... go grocery shopping! I tell you, the romance is still smokin' hot, people!
Yeah. Kind of sad.
Still, it went a lot quicker this way and now the house is well stocked for any cold/snow snaps we might have in the next several days.
Sunday, as you know, was the Superbowl. I have to admit, I had no idea who was even playing, but as it is also the wedding anniversary ofseanmmurphy and his wife Katherine, we often have an invite to a Superbowl party. Shawn was feeling under the weather, so Mason and I headed over. I have to admit to being not-in-the-best mood myself as we'd had a rather trying day attempting to get Mason to organize and put-away his LEGOs (I finally broke and just DID it myself). I'd also spent the morning and much of the afternoon giving the kitchen it's once-in-a-blue-moon deep clean. Thus, I was actually a little crispy and spent, but the Murphys had chili and treats and all the traditional offerings. Plus, it's a damn-near National Holiday, so I felt I really needed to at least have some Superbowl experiences so I could feel as though I was a pariticipating citizen of my fine country.
Wow. Go.Daddy, huh? GROSS.
Plus, I did. not. need. on a HD TV, which the Murphys have.
See, now I'm a hip, with-it American. You're all suitably impressed, right? However, here's where I have to confess that Mason and I didn't even last until half-time, so I missed all the excitment of the black out and the resurgance of the 49ners and their subsequent nail-biting defeat at the hands of the Ravens. This is what morning-after DJ patter is for, as well as the "superbowl ad recap/review" on the NY Times web site. So, while I heard that the pony-Budweiser commerial was a tear-jerker and that Iron Man's trailer was shortened by 30 seconds, I have no actual experience with either major event.
I did make it home in time to catch the first 30 seconds of Downton Abbey, though, but we recorded it for later since Mason stayed up late on Saturday (which might have accounted for some of the whiny/irritablity on Sunday) and we thought an early bed time was good, considering I'd fallen asleep on the couch at around 6:30 pm right after coming back from the Superbowl party. So, don't tell me any spoilers, especially you people who already watched this season on BBC.
My big plans for today are to get a few more words in on Samurai High, consider a number of other projects, and finish mopping the foyer and the dining room (the latter of which had been covered in LEGOs until late yesterday.)
Right.
Off to it.
Any minute now.
Hmmmm, first I should make some more coffee.
//Updated to add: I forgot to tell you all the ridiculously BAD NEWS. I'm apparently ready to test for my blue belt at Kuk Sool Wan this upcoming weekend. I think my head instructor is out of his bald-headed gourd. My head instructor actually looks *exactly* like this:
So, you know, you JUST DON'T ARGUE with a guy like that, so I will be testing next Saturday. Now, whether or not I will actually PASS is another question. Given how rarely I remember any of the steps to the techniques, I'm fairly certain that I'll be doing this more than once this month.
This is one way in which I am completely unlike my Bleach crush, Renji. I would pretty much rather never advance. EVER. I like just kind of hanging out in the lower-ranks where there is no pressure. But, apparently, my Zen-attitude of "it's the journey, man, not the destination" isn't going to fly.
*sigh*
Guess what?
It worked.
And it was a lot less butt-munching cold to stand outside with a bottle of antifreeze than it was to try to jam the stupid fuses into the stupid spot under the stupid steering wheel (seriously? Why there? So NOT convenenient.) At any rate, since we had a quick fix, I took the car to get an oil change thinking that if there was a massive hole in the oil works or antifreeze parts maybe they'd notice and tell me about it. Well, they didn't. But, the last is pretty obvious. The car stinks like she's burning oil. So, we're going to have to budget to take it in to the shop at some point soon here. In the meantime, I just keep checking oil and antifreeze levels and keep fingers crossed that nothing goes horribly wrong.
We had a mostly lovely weekend. Saturday was Mason's swimming lesson. He's in level 4 now, which is called "stroke improvement." So, he's learning the right way to do the front crawl and back stroke and all those official swimming techniques. I didn't learn those until high school, but I'm pleased that, no matter what happens in this class, Mason can swim. This is a good life skill to have in the "Land of 10,000 lakes."
Saturday afternoon was KidCon III, hosted by
naomikritzer. Mason had a blast playing ALL THE GAMES. Shawn and I took advantage of being kidless to... (wait for it!)... go grocery shopping! I tell you, the romance is still smokin' hot, people!Yeah. Kind of sad.
Still, it went a lot quicker this way and now the house is well stocked for any cold/snow snaps we might have in the next several days.
Sunday, as you know, was the Superbowl. I have to admit, I had no idea who was even playing, but as it is also the wedding anniversary of
seanmmurphy and his wife Katherine, we often have an invite to a Superbowl party. Shawn was feeling under the weather, so Mason and I headed over. I have to admit to being not-in-the-best mood myself as we'd had a rather trying day attempting to get Mason to organize and put-away his LEGOs (I finally broke and just DID it myself). I'd also spent the morning and much of the afternoon giving the kitchen it's once-in-a-blue-moon deep clean. Thus, I was actually a little crispy and spent, but the Murphys had chili and treats and all the traditional offerings. Plus, it's a damn-near National Holiday, so I felt I really needed to at least have some Superbowl experiences so I could feel as though I was a pariticipating citizen of my fine country.Wow. Go.Daddy, huh? GROSS.
Plus, I did. not. need. on a HD TV, which the Murphys have.
See, now I'm a hip, with-it American. You're all suitably impressed, right? However, here's where I have to confess that Mason and I didn't even last until half-time, so I missed all the excitment of the black out and the resurgance of the 49ners and their subsequent nail-biting defeat at the hands of the Ravens. This is what morning-after DJ patter is for, as well as the "superbowl ad recap/review" on the NY Times web site. So, while I heard that the pony-Budweiser commerial was a tear-jerker and that Iron Man's trailer was shortened by 30 seconds, I have no actual experience with either major event.
I did make it home in time to catch the first 30 seconds of Downton Abbey, though, but we recorded it for later since Mason stayed up late on Saturday (which might have accounted for some of the whiny/irritablity on Sunday) and we thought an early bed time was good, considering I'd fallen asleep on the couch at around 6:30 pm right after coming back from the Superbowl party. So, don't tell me any spoilers, especially you people who already watched this season on BBC.
My big plans for today are to get a few more words in on Samurai High, consider a number of other projects, and finish mopping the foyer and the dining room (the latter of which had been covered in LEGOs until late yesterday.)
Right.
Off to it.
Any minute now.
Hmmmm, first I should make some more coffee.
//Updated to add: I forgot to tell you all the ridiculously BAD NEWS. I'm apparently ready to test for my blue belt at Kuk Sool Wan this upcoming weekend. I think my head instructor is out of his bald-headed gourd. My head instructor actually looks *exactly* like this:
So, you know, you JUST DON'T ARGUE with a guy like that, so I will be testing next Saturday. Now, whether or not I will actually PASS is another question. Given how rarely I remember any of the steps to the techniques, I'm fairly certain that I'll be doing this more than once this month.
This is one way in which I am completely unlike my Bleach crush, Renji. I would pretty much rather never advance. EVER. I like just kind of hanging out in the lower-ranks where there is no pressure. But, apparently, my Zen-attitude of "it's the journey, man, not the destination" isn't going to fly.
*sigh*
