Back in the City. — Personal
Adam and I returned from Portland late Monday night. For the past two days I've been slowly reintroducing myself back to normal life, New York life, and I've got to tell ya, I didn't miss a thing. Except, that is, for my bed, my cats, and my apartment, in that order. Today is my first day back at work and I've never cared less about Telecom than I do today. I have a great many things to tell you about Portland, Oregon, but it'll have to wait until tomorrow. My first day back at work and people expect things of me, these foolish people.
The weather here is wonderful though, 80's and sunny, just like everyday should be all year round. The cats aren't digging on the heat though, they just lay around in the oddest places, sprawled out on the hard wood floor like the very act of being awake is too exhausting. Tsunami has spent the past few days barely leaving my side. He gets to missing me when I'm gone and when I come back his little face lights up and he starts purring before we've even made contact. He gets clingy, he's always been that way, but he gets more so when I've been gone. I took the past two days off work and have just spent the time at the apartment and Tsunami has taken full advantage of this fact. He even followed me out the door this morning as I left to go to work. I don't mind though, I find it adorable, while my husband finds it, less so. This is why he hates dogs and why I find Tsunami to be a good compromise. Now if only he wouldn't die from fright if I put him on a leash and took him outside...
My mother is coming to New York next week to stay with us for a long weekend. Some of you may groan, the thought of "mother" coming for a visit doesn't always bring the warmest of feelings. But my mom, she's pretty damn cool. Probably even cooler than I am, if you can imagine anyone being cooler, which is hard, I admit. *toot toot* She's a long haired barefooted tree huggin hippy from way back and baby when I say she's crazy I'm not saying so in jest. The woman sometimes makes me look like an uptight republican.
It has recently been discussed that there is to be a party next Friday, one of very large proportion. Lots of people, alcohol, and illegal substances. It is also the first day mommy dearest will be in town. Now, she's no stranger to booze, drugs, or obnoxious people, she was married to my father for 20+ years, after all, but now she lives the quiet and subdued life of a good little UPPER (pronounced U-PPER) with a quiet subdued husband and I fear the culture shock of my friends would make her head explode. I haven't ruled out the possibility of attending this little shindig with the mom in tow, but I'm not completely sold on the idea either. What do you think?
Portland post tomorrow, for sure.
yay co-dependant kitties! looking forward to your post
Bring the mom. Stay out all night. Pamcakes in the morning.
I start to feel older when I stop moving. Keep your mother moving.
Then introduce her to the riddle of steel.
She'll never sleep again.
The riddle.... of steel?
You forgot to mention the coolest of cool daddy's, the slip slider of slippery's and the oldest paaaaatier of them all. As for your Mom, who is coming to visit from the forest of far far away, well I'm sure you won't hurt her too bad. Party on and have a double Jack for me.
Mr. Space wrote:
Conan: The riddle... of steel?
Thulsa Doom: Yes! You know what it is, don't you boy? Shall I tell you? It's the least I can do. Steel isn't strong, boy, flesh is stronger! Look around you. There, on the rocks; that beautiful girl. Come to me, my child...
[the girl jumps to her death]
Thulsa Doom: That is strength, boy! That is power! What is steel compared to the hand that wields it? Look at the strength in your body, the desire in your heart, I gave you this! Such a waste. Contemplate this on the tree of woe. [to guards] Crucify him.
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