Tee hee!

Feb. 24th, 2009 09:11 pm
wordinista: (What an explanation it would be...)
I love my husband.

But I ESPECIALLY love the look on his face when he realizes he accidentally hit me in the eye in his sleep and thus responsible for the until-that-point MYSTERIOUS swelling and soreness in my right eye.

Because he has a matching bruise on his hand.

I AM OKAY. I just. Got punched in the eye. In my sleep. By my husband. In his sleep.
wordinista: (Abelchu~~)
Why I love my husband:

Today, we went to the comic book shop as part of my birthday weekend celebration... thing.  So, there we were, in our local CBS, browsing and flipping through issues and pointing things out to each other, and...  well, okay -- our local CBS is a place I usually frequent during the week, if I'm going to pick something up for Tora over the weekend or whatever.  And it's usually dead, and I usually end up chatting with whoever's behind the counter for a while.  When I go, I consider it to be a very girl-friendly kind of place.  But, also, it's usually pretty dead.  Today when we went, it was kind of packed.  With, you know.  Guys.

Soooo, we go in, and I am completely oblivious to the fact that I am the only female in the entire store, but I'm poking around looking for things, and generally enjoying myself.  Then, with several BtVS issues I'd been missing and The Long Halloween, I went up to the counter to pay.  There was a cluster of about four guys hanging out, talking with the dude behind the counter, mostly talking about RPG stuff.  And... okay, they were pretty standard comic geeks.  And they, like nice guys, moved out of the way so I could give the nice man my money and we left.

The following conversation occurred on the way back to the car:

George:  "Man, you are like nerd Kryptonite."

Me:  "Huh?"

George:  "Did you not see those guys?  You walked up, and they parted like the Red Sea!"

Me:  "I guess that would be the power of boobs, huh?"

George:  "Seriously.  They did not know what to do.  A REAL GIRL.  RIGHT THERE."

Me:  "The Keeper of the Estrogen has infiltrated our sanctuary!!"

George:  "What do we do?!  ROLL THE DICE!  ROLL THE DICE!  THE DICE WILL TELL US!"

Me:  "She seems to be friendly to the manly one.  Perhaps he can reason with her!"

George:  "I thought one of 'em was going to come up to me and say, 'You permit the fairer sex to handle our sacred tomes!  How could you!?'"

Me:  "...I was the only girl in there?"

George:  "I'm pretty sure.  And they scattered when you walked up."

Me:  "That's awesome."
wordinista: (Darcy Lizzie - OTP!)

I like being busy. I do. But MY GOD I would just love one day where I could do absolutely nothing, with no interruptions.  Last week went by so fast, because EVERY DAY there was some project I had to start/continue/finish.  I got part of my homework done, but not all of it, and so I'm chained to my desk this morning, determined to finish my assignments in a manner that will not require me to work right up to the very last second before leaving for class.

Yeah, I know. Updating my LJ is not the best way to that goal.

First and foremost, HUGE HUGS AND CONGRATULATIONS to [livejournal.com profile] everstar3.  She knows why.  <3

Second -- our living room is now painted.  It's gorgeous and I LOVE IT.  Two walls are a dark green (think British racing green) and the other two are more of a sage green color.  We rearranged a few things and got a new area rug (omgsomuchlove), and it just.  I love it.  This place is slowly ceasing to look like the rental I've been bitching about for two or three years.  Foyer is done, living room is done -- next up?  The kitchen!  I'd really love to get the cabinets refaced, but I don't think the landlord will go for that, so I'm going to prime and paint them.  I'm thinking about maybe doing a faux finish on the cabinets -- an antique crackle effect, maybe.  I don't know for sure.  I need to decide on a color scheme first.

Also knocked off of the "TO PAINT" list is our bathroom!  Oy vey, Mom and I started renovating the bathroom in October.  But then she got sick, then I got sick, then stuff happened, and things had to get done in a very piecemeal manner, and now FINALLY the walls are painted.  Actually, wait.  That sounds really bad.  It did not take nearly a year to paint the bathroom.  No, we took out the sliding shower door, ripped out the vanity, took down the wallpaper, removed the godawful ugly ceramic towel holder thingies, patched up the holes, repaired some water damage, installed a new showerhead and dial, AND painted.  There, that sounds better.  Now Mom is going to put up a new... bullnose?  Basically a new tile border for the shower.  And we have a new lighting fixture to install, and then the new vanity goes in and OH MY GOD WE'RE GETTING OUR MASTER BATHROOM BACK. 

Tora's brother and his girlfriend are coming to spend Labor Day weekend here, so that should be fun.  He told Tora that he did NOT tell their parents that they'd be in town, because, and I quote, "We don't need the drama."

And in closing, Tora made dinner for me last night.  After another day of painting and inhaling fumes (and oh, my god, my hand is so stiff today), he made grilled Salmon filets with fennel and coriander, and a grilled salad (yes, grilled) of radicchio, romaine, and red leaf lettuce in a dijon-honey-balsamic vinegar dressing.  (Bon Appetit magazine, you are my new best friend.) 

I have. The best. Husband. Ever.

wordinista: (Lil Death)
Well, I promised [livejournal.com profile] katmaxwell I'd review Aziraphale as soon as I could.  So here goes nothing. :D

Here's the description from the BPAL forum:

Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide. Two of these were wrong; Heaven is not England, whatever certain poets may have thought, and angels are sexless unless they really want to make an effort.

Ethereal musk, blonde woods, and dusty Bible accord.


(And a link to the reviews, for those interested...)

In the bottle: 

I'm not sure what "blonde woods" are meant to smell like, but the first impression for me was definitely musky and woodsy.

On me:

It's warming into a nice scent, I've got to say.  (Personally, I prefer the Crowley scent, but do quite like the Aziraphale scent, so hubby got a hole in one on both of those.)  On me it's very... hmm.  The musk is toning down nicely and the woodsy scent is still there, thought not as sharp.  And ... yes, there's a faint scent, which I imagine is meant to be "dusty Bible accord" that reminds me vaaaaguely of incense.  It's worth noting that when I first put it on, it smelled a bit like "old lady," which amused me more than it should have. 

So.  In the end, I like both scents, but am just a tiny bit fonder of Crowley.

Which, if anyone knows me, is how it should be. :D
wordinista: (Up to no good)

My Good Omens scents arrived today (best hubby EVAR), and ... okay, I put on Crowley first because I'm weak like that.

From the BPAL forums:

Nothing about him looked particularly demonic, at least by classical standards. No horns, no wings. Admittedly he was listening to a Best of Queen tape, but no conclusions should be drawn from this because all tapes left in a car for more than a fortnights metamorphose into Best of Queen albums. No particularly demonic thoughts were going through his head. In fact, he was wondering vaguely who Moey and Chandon were.

Crowley had dark hair, and good cheekbones, and he was wearing snakeskin shoes, or at least presumably he was wearing shoes, and he could do really weird things with his tongue. And, whenever he forgot himself, he had a tendency to hiss.

Infernal musk, red patchouli, lilac cologne, mahogany, lemon rind, oakmoss, leather, and vanilla husk.


In the bottle, the lilac and patchouli came through most strongly for me, and even though I liked Aziraphale better at first sniff, Crowley went on first because... Crowley. 

When I first put it on, the vanilla came through a little more strongly, but as it warmed to my skin, the musk and mahogany and the leather (omg the leather) are the strongest notes.  If I close my eyes and inhale, I can pick out the lemon and the vanilla, but only just.  The lilac fades and I can't really make out any mossy scent at all.

It smells sexy and indulgent, and words cannot express how much I love this scent.  Best. Husband. Ever.

I'll review Aziraphale tomorrow, if I don't wear Crowley again.


Also saw HP today.  Um.  Given the other movies, I kind of went in with rather low expectations.  I actually had no problems with it, probably because I did not get around to re-reading OotP like I'd planned.  It's exactly what I expected from an HP movie -- a decent plot, spiffy effects, and key details either glossed over or left out completely.  Frankly I was more outraged by the Keira Knightley Pride and Prejudice movie.

wordinista: (Washington DC)
Superfast update!

#1:  HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!!111!  We're heading out soon to do a cookout with friends, so that'll be fun. 

#2:  My Tora is made of win and awesome.  They haven't arrived (and won't for a while), but he ordered me Crowley and Aziraphale from BPAL for our anniversary. :D 

#3:  Day five of expensive spa manicure!  My nails still look good, if not UBERSEXY like they did on day one.  The color is still good, there are no stress fractures, no chipping.  Just some slight wear at the tips of a few fingers (because I don't always remember to put on gloves when I do dishes).  And you have to look REALLY CLOSE to see where the polish is worn down.

#4:  I keep forgetting to have Tora convert the voicemail into an MP3. I'm going to forward it to a few of you who are in my cell phone contacts list today.

Aaaaand that's it!
wordinista: (Bunny Angel)
So, speeding ticket.  Nineteen mph over the limit, for those of you scoring at home.  I was very upset over it for a while, and understandably so.  However, I've reached a point where I'm okay with it, and am even starting to joke about it.  Witness conversation from yesterday:

Bunneh:  *meets Tora for lunch, parks car horrendously crookedly in parking spot*
Tora:  ...What the hell, are you drunk?
Bunneh:  Hmph.  You know, I can't be blamed if I park crooked.
Tora:  No?  Why not?
Bunneh:  It's this lead foot I have -- it puts me all off-balance.

Of course, once I start making fun of MYSELF, that opens the door for Tora to make fun of me.  Which started yesterday, relentlessly so.  I got called, let's see... um... Speedy, Road Runner, Lightning, Stickers (that one only makes sense if you've seen Cars), Speed Racer, and a few others I have forgotten.  Last night, when Tora came home, he whipped up a nice little playlist for me on his computer.  Which he started playing.  Loudly.

Ticket to Ride (The Beatles)
Radar Love (Golden Earring)
I Can't Drive 55 (Sammy Hagar)
AND music from REO Speedwagon.

There were others, but I was laughing too hard and fail at remembering.   
wordinista: (Year of the Rabbit)
Well, my birthday came and went in a flurry of stressed-out Economics Paper Hell.  I even managed to miss going out to Starbucks for my annual Venti Raspberry Mocha.  However, I got a bunch of lovely birthday wishes from you all and that totally made my day.  Thank you.  And ANOTHER thank you to [livejournal.com profile] mscongeniality for the virtual gifties.  :D  They really brightened my day as well.

Tuesday was quiet, aside from the econ, like I said.  Tora sent me flowers (a dozen red roses!) and made dinner that night. Lucky?  Me?  YES.

But the main event was going to be Friday -- we had reservations at our favorite local restaurant, The Yellow Dog Cafe (favorite restaurant hands-down is The Beech Street Grill in Amelia Island).  TYDC has, no joke, some of the BEST food either of us have ever tasted.  The last time we went was for Mom's birthday, and I had pecan-encrusted Mahi-Mahi with a vanilla bean infusion.  Yes, it sounds weird, but it was easily one of the best meals I'd ever had. EVER.

The restaurant was also nice enough to chill a bottle of champagne for us -- we actually got it as a gift a few years back, and fully intended to have our wedding toast with it.  But someone forgot to bring the bottle to the reception area, so that went right out. 

Then we decided we'd bring it on the honeymoon and open it then.  But Tora came down with walking pneumonia.

THEN we decided to open it on New Year's Eve.  Except I had salmonella poisoning.

So I asked the restaurant, and they had no problem with chilling it for us (for a small fee, but.... totally worth it). 

So we got there, and the table we'd managed to reserve was easily one of the best in the house -- it was in a private little alcove with a gorgeous view of the Indian River.  (It's actually one of the first tables to get reserved, so it's kind of hard to get; I think I called a little over a week in advance and was able to snag it.)  We had cocktails (I had a "Chocolate Lab" martini, and Tora had a G&T) and ordered appetizers (tuna tataki, both of us).

I had a hard time deciding what I wanted until Tora made me close the menu and tell him the two entrees I couldn't get out of my head.  One of them was yellowfin tuna, the other was lobster mornay with a petit filet mignon.

He then pointed out I'd ordered tuna for my appetizer.

...

I had the lobster and filet.  I don't think I've ever felt so decadent in my entire life.

So we had a decadent, glorious dinner, and some of the best -- no, THE best champagne I've ever had.  Follow it up with a glorious dessert and some after-dinner drinks (port for me, Godiva liqueur for Tora), and I will chalk it up as the best birthday dinner I've ever had in all of my 32 years.  It was like one big culinary orgasm where you close your eyes and savor every bite.

I have a wonderful husband. :)
wordinista: (South Park Bunneh!)

Why is it one of my favorite songs still has the power to make me cry, after all these years?

This weekend was pretty low-key, but nice.  Tora-kun and I played the Lord of the Rings edition of "Risk" Friday night, and it was a lot of fun, even though it was the first time we'd played, and the rules were... there were a LOT of rules, and I think we screwed up the rules for about the first hour of gameplay, and then figured out we were screwing up the rules, but by that point I'd already started to lose. ;)  Funny thing was that the game really followed how the battles went -- except that the dice hated me, and I got my ass handed to me on a platter at Minas Tirith.  *sigh*  (Of course, I have no doubt it was amusing to watch me yelling at the dice and the tiny little gamepieces.  My preferred invective of the night was, "Sonofawhore!" and was directed at the dice, my Elven archers, my Rohan riders, and every one of Tora-kun's victories.) 

Seriously, though -- FUN GAME.  It comes with a replica of The One Ring, and ... okay, it's a bit small, right?  Tora-kun held it up:  "And the one pinky ring shall rule them all!"

Heh.  Guess you had to be there. ;)

Saturday was nice -- went around looking for a park so Darwin could get some exercise without overdoing it and re-hurting his foot -- we ended up at the dog park during a nice lull when the only other dogs there were a Weimeraner and some sort of Setter mix.  The Setter started playing mean with Darwin, so the owner took him home, leaving the Weimeraner and Darwin to play, and it was so sweet, because Sammy (the Weimeraner) had just the best temperament and basically let Darwin do whatever he wanted -- tackle him, tug on his ears, wrestle him, chase him, catch him...  We ended up leaving once an influx of dogs showed up (there was one -- and Aussie mix named Tesla -- who is a darling, but riles Darwin up, and I didn't want to risk him going into overdrive, which he would do with Tess there).  Then went got some takeout (Darwin started barking like a maniac at the poor girl who was just trying to give us our food) and went home and just sort of sacked out.

Sunday was much of the same.  I did some laundry and we signed up for Netflix, and watched some old flicks we hadn't seen in a while ("Gladiator" has the best music for a film I didn't like all that much, though Joaquin Phoenix is OMG SO DELIGHTFULLY CREEPY).  I made pizza and got adventurous with mine (mushrooms, green peppers, zucchini) and it was a lot better than I thought it would be, so next time I might experiment with eggplant and zucchini, which is a pizza topping combination I've wanted to make for a LONG time now, but I've just been too chicken.

Aaannnnd there was something else I wanted to post about, but can't for the life of me remember-- OH!  I remember now.

1.  If anyone wants to be added to [livejournal.com profile] original_niamh, I'm planning on doing some more on that blog, so just let me know and I'll add you.  Likewise, if anyone would like to be taken OFF the f-list for that blog, let me know. 

2.  To those people ON that journal's f-list -- I've been a bit stuck on something, and have done some rewriting on the last few chapters of UT, and while I'm a little better, I'm still stuck.  If anyone might be available to listen to me babble at them while trying to brainstorm a solution, and who isn't afraid to tell me "That's a really stupid idea, Bunneh," drop me a line, because I've been talking to myself a lot lately, and ... yeah.  I end up thinking most of my ideas are stupid.

3.  Would anyone on that f-list mind if I posted something that... has no outline and ... okay, I have no idea where it's going or what I'm doing with it. I'm still working on UT, but this ... it just... a muse piped up and stalked me for a bit, chattered at me, and then ran away, and I've been waiting for her to come back.  The story has no title, and, as of yet, no discernible plot.  A willing party to brainstorming would likewise be appreciated in this quarter.  Mostly it's my attempt to write a vampire story that doesn't suck (because, as we all know, so many of them do, despite the awful pun of it all).

wordinista: (Hatori Idiot - creds to linachu)
*flops over* 

Well, I managed not to get sick for Thanksgiving; Wednesday I felt a little icky, but apparently beat illness into submission with... well, it certainly wasn't rest and fluids.  Wednesday I promised to meet Tora-kun for lunch (something I almost never do, so it's a treat -- he was basically alone in his office, and he knew the day was going to be crawling by), and I had to go pick up our friends' Jack Russell terrier.  Sounds easy, yes?  It is, until you consider that Tora-kun's office is forty minutes in one direction, and our friends' home is thirty minutes in the other direction.  We live smack in the middle of these two destinations.  So I drove forty minutes south, had lunch with Tora-kun, and then drove upwards of an hour and a half north (counting for traffic) to get Marley. 

A re-cap of my Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday... )
wordinista: (Curiouser and Curiouser)
Why do students suddenly care about their grade A WEEK before the semester's over?

Here's a clue: If you haven't done jack shit for work, your grade probably isn't going to be very high. Telling me you need this class to graduate isn't going to do a whole lot to thaw out the chunk of black ice that resides in my heart. You should've thought of that earlier.

Honestly.

In other news, teh boi went to a bachelor party last night, and... I'm confused.

Okay, so they went to a strip club. And I'm okay with that -- I am. I don't care if he goes to strip clubs. I'm not one of those insecure freakazoids who are all "OMGIFORBIDYOU!" over that sort of thing. George loves me. He's coming home to me. Why should I care if he looks at a naked woman whose vocational path has led her to swing on a pole for money? I've gone to strip clubs.

*waits for the shock to settle in*

Yes, really. The places were kind of skanky, but I was with a big group of people, and, frankly, there was nowhere else to go (the woes of living in a backwater 'burb). *shrug* It was fun, actually. Those women don't have anything I don't have. Okay, theirs might be surgically enhanced, but that's beside the point. I'm not insecure. I'm not jealous. I'm just not.

So, when he came home (at 2:00 am, mind you), I was more concerned with the fact that he stunk of alcohol (he swore to me that he'd had time enough to sober up, stopped drinking at 11, had plenty to eat in the meantime, etc.). And when I asked him if he'd had a lap dance, he wrinkled his nose and said he hadn't.

Apparently he was the only guy who didn't.

"They're women who crawl around the floor for dollar bills, Kara," he'd said.

Why is this logic lost on me? I mean, when in Rome, do as the Romans do, right? He's not lying -- I know he isn't. Because he knows that I wouldn't really care if he'd HAD a lap-dance. If these women choose to objectify themselves, who am I to disagree? I don't know -- maybe I'm looking at it from an economic standpoint. Supply and demand, that sort of thing.

But still... he bought a lap-dance for his friend, but didn't get one himself?

I don't get it. Is there something wrong with his Y chromosome?

Mind you, I"m not complaining that my boi seems to have stronger moral character than most. But it does perplex me.

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