rebecca_in_blue: (trembling hand)
The other night, Rebecca came as close as she's ever been to cooking a real dinner. By which I mean that I bought a box of scalloped potatoes and a can of chicken meat, mixed it all together in a dish, and threw it in the oven for twenty minutes. It was pretty tasty, and while I was putting it all together, Sara started organizing her LJ tags and I went on about the fun and joy of organizing things. I realized later how fitting it was when I said, "I don't think this chicken is evenly distributed through the potatoes."

But now onto the big news: It SNOWED last night! Frickin' snowed! I worked a close, and the store was pretty dead, as you can imagine -- I think I had a grand total of five customers after seven, not counting Moe and Tracey, who kept coming up to buy slim jims -- so we all kept running outside to look at it. It actually kept up for most of the evening, and the flakes were falling thick and fast at some points. It rained all day yesterday, so it was too wet for it to stick, but just watching it fall was so pretty and cool. But damn, has it been absolutely frigid since then. Today the sun came out (finally!), so it wasn't that bad, but earlier this evening, I went out to walk Sable with no shoes (just flip-flops) and my feet felt practically frozen when I came back in. Sara and I spent the night flipping between three good movies (Dirty Dancing, The Incredibles, and Wayne's World). She still has a nagging cough.

Sara and I went shopping at Target yesterday morning, and I'm now almost all done with my Christmas shopping. The only people I have to buy for are Mom (still have no idea what to get her) and Ben. Oh, and I'm going to get something for Sable too, of course.

rebecca_in_blue: (excited grin)

Sara and I actually went bike riding together last Thursday. I veered into front of her, she fell off her bike, my chain popped off, and her earphones got tangled up in her spokes and ripped apart, but other than that, we had a really nice time. (I finally used up the film on my disposable camera, which I'd been meaning to do since I took Eva to the water park back in July. Now it'll probably take me another three months to remember to get it developed.) Anyway, it was good that we went bike riding that day, because I think it's rained every day since. Blargh.

It rained on and off all day yesterday, so I stayed inside and organized the hell out of my room. I had started to go crazy because I felt so cramped and had so little room for stuff. Turns out that I just never throw crap away. I cleaned all the crap out from under the bed (which took the entire length of my arm, from each side, and then some) and the bottom drawer of my dresser. I'm using this cigar box I found in the parking lot to store all the little things I keep on top of my dresser. It took me forever to get the smell out of it, but I finally did, and it's quite a nice box. It makes my dresser look so much neater. I compiled a box of stuff to take to Goodwill, but of course with all the rain, our street had turned into a river again, so I wasn't able to go. Maybe this weekend. I found a lot of pens while cleaning, and I want to get us a new pen cup.

I also called the benefits/insurance hotline for my job yesterday, because their open enrollment period is right now. The woman I spoke to was extremely nice and helpful, and if all goes well, I should have coverage starting December 1.

After seeing only two movies all summer (Star Trek and Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince), I now want to see three. Where the Wild Things Are looks really cool and kinda weird, and Paranormal Activity looks scary as hell, especially for a big wimp like me. I don't think I want to see it unless I go with Sara, because she's almost never scared of these things. Zombieland seemed very juvenile at first, but everybody says that it's really funny. And of course, it has Abigail Breslin in it, and Little Miss Sunshine handles a firearm, bitches!

rebecca_in_blue: (bemused shrug)
Sara is still in North Carolina. Rather than postcards, she's been sending me text messages:

Sara: Going to a restaurant that serves goat cheese pizza. Wish I could bring some back to you.
Me: She out there eating my goat cheese and having a fine time and I'm stuck here with these lousy music lessons and I hate them! (A parody of "The Parent Trap.")

Me: I can't eat, sleep, or think properly without you anymore! My mind and my spirit are going north and south! (A parody of "Big Trouble in Little China.")

Sara: Do you want some candy or a Christmas ornament? Do not say both! Or a bell for your bike?
Me: Surprise me.I had another French encounter at work yesterday. A mom and her son were shopping for school supplies, and while they spoke to me in English, they could tell it wasn't their first language. The problem was, I wasn't sure if the language they were speaking to each other was French or not. I thought, Shit, my French must be deteriorating like crazy I can't even recognize the language when I hear it! But finally I just came out and asked them. The below conversation (a rough transcript) was all in French.

Me: Is that French you're speaking?
The mom: [surprised] Yes.
Me: Are you from France?
The mom: No, we're from Quebec.
Me: Oh. [pause, fumbling] I wasn't sure if you were speaking French or not. I studied Parisian French, and I never heard a Quebec accent before.
The mom: Yes, it's a little different from Parisian French, the accent and things are different. It's like with Cajun French, how that has its own accent and everything.
Me: Yes, my grandmother's first language is Cajun French, but I can speak to her in Parisian French, and she understands most of it. [fumbling more, and using tu instead of vous!] But as you see, I've forgotten a lot of my French.

It was pretty cool.

One of my aunts gave me a vacuum cleaner, but Grandma said it was too big for our little apartment, so she kept it and gave me hers. I don't think she really wanted it anymore because I had borrowed it once before, and apparently ever since then, it makes her carpet smell like Sable. Wtf? But I'm happy, because it's a really powerful little vacuum cleaner. I just gone done vacuuming this room, and it feels so good to have a spotlessly clean carpet again! I hope I can get into the habit of vacuuming once a week. Haha, look at me, getting excited over a vacuum cleaner. When did I get so lame?

But I do have a good reason to be excited: tomorrow Adam and I are making a day trip to Houston to visit the cemetery, find Roger's grave, visit Mark & Vickie, and eat out somewhere nice. I hope it'll be Star Pizza, so I can get some goat cheese. The only down side is that I feel bad about leaving Sable all day.

I fixed myself a can of green beans, following Grandma's recipe, but as always, mine are nowhere near as good as hers. Maybe there's some secret trick to it. Like, you have to be Grandma to do it.
rebecca_in_blue: (subtle)

Rebecca's Wish List: Things Rebecca needs and would've bought already if she could discipline herself and save some money!

  • A vacuum cleaner. (No, we don't one. That's right, we live like animals!) I'm sure Sable would scratch less and I'd wheeze less if I vacuumed regularly. I used to use the old one at Mom's house, but it's such crap.
  • A window unit. We live in an old building in an old neighborhood with no central air. We have a turbo-sized window unit in the living room that works well, but I really want another one in the bedroom (if only so I can sleep under the blankets again, instead of on top of them). It would raise the electricity bill, but I can deal with that. I was tempted to ask Grandma for the unit in Athena's old room, but I resisted. I mooch off that old lady enough already.
  • Getting the truck washed. In the six (six? wait... yeah, six) years that we've had it, we've never had it professionally washed, we've always done it ourselves. But this time it's so grimy that I don't want to deal it. And the cab needs to be vacuumed.
rebecca_in_blue: (bemused shrug)

Our store did the big, dreaded, once-a-year inventory Saturday night. After all the horror stories I'd heard from people who did inventory last year ("We won't be out till midnight!"), we finished at 9:30. We hired an outside inventory crew to do the actual counting and stuff, while our employees... stood around and watched them count. Apparently there's some rule that they can't count the merchandise without someone watching them. It easily was the most mind-numbingly boring thing I've ever done at this job. I almost fell asleep standing up. At least there was lots of food in the break room: pizza, cookies, sodas, and a vat of spaghetti the size of a small bathtub. I am not kidding.

Sometimes it boggles my mind how our little apartment can turn into such a big mess. Our computer table, for example. I keep finding these little balls of dust (or balls of something) on it and can't figure out where they're coming from. And every few days our countertops are covered in so much salt and pepper that it's like someone stood over them and just shook the salt and pepper out for five minutes. How does that keep happening? Oh, well. I just gave the place a pretty thorough cleaning, and now I'm exhausted.

Sable has been farting all night! It's cold outside (Yes, cold outside. In Louisiana. In April. The hell!) but I'm very tempted to open a window to let the stink air out. That dog.

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