So, Rebecca's actually had a pretty good week so far. Sunday was an Eat-Spaghetti-at-Grandma's day, which are all the more meaningful since there are a limited number of spaghetti dinners left at that house. Afterwards, I took Josh over to JC & Company's to swing on their swings. (And guys? He loved your swingset.) The swinging was fun while it lasted, but before long, it made so nauseous that I almost barfed up Grandma's spaghetti! Ugh. I must be getting old, because I used to swing for hours on end. I could practically hear my other Jewish grandfather saying, "Look at me, huh? Like a rock. We can go up, we can down, we can go side-to-side..." Just before I left, Eva wanted to find out if she could give me a piggyback ride. Guess what? She could. Can I get a WITNESS!
Look at us two crazy chicks (and notice all Maggie's rubber bands still on my wrist). I promise I wasn't choking Eva, although it might look like it here. It was a difficult photo to take because we were both laughing so hard.
On Monday, I met Jewish Grandfather #1 for coffee. We hadn't done that in a while. He is really the sweetest, funniest guy. He's a theater buff who's currently acting in a local production of "Kiss Me, Kate," and he showed me a song number he does about how quoting Shakespeare can impress girls. (The one who sets them all ravin' / Is the bard of Stratford-on-Avon!) Smack in the middle of us having coffee, I got a call about a potential job. It almost certainly won't pan out, but that might be a good thing, because the application I filled out asked the most disturbing questions ever. A sample:
Do you strongly agree, slightly agree, slightly disagree, or strongly disagree with the following:
~ If a customer is rude to you, it is acceptable to react violently.
~ If you have a disagreement with a coworker, you should physically threaten him/her.
~ It is okay to come to work under the influence of alcohol and/or illegal, non-prescription drugs.
Um, seriously, wtf?
On Tuesday, I went straight from work to a graduation reception for a young woman that my grandma used to babysit for. She is very nice - and she was almost equally upset to hear Grandma's moving - and so is her family, but the whole thing was very "Southern charm debutante gala," so I felt a little out-of-place. (There were women my mom's age politely wondering why I wasn't doing anything with my degree. Ugh.) But I do think I'm much better and mingling and making small talk than I used to be. Thank you, Jews.
After that, of course, was the Season 8 Finale of NCIS (Pyramid)! Honestly, I'm still making up my mind about it. I was surprised that both EJ and Ray lived to see the end of the season, and neither one of them is blatantly evil. (Although EJ is definitely up to something.) All in all, though, this wasn't the most well-planned finale arc. At all.
( Reasons why Rebecca hates Gary Glasberg and other notes on 8x24 "Pyramid" )
I have a number of fanfic ideas on the back burner, but I'm waiting until I get my prompts from ncis_ficathon before I publish anything. I hope I don't get anything too off-the-wall.
Sara elbowed me in the arm earlier, and now it's sore as a bitch.