Aiyani Mersai

The light from the sun shined in my eyes again to gently, but immediately wake me and I rolled over and sat up, dropped in my eye drops and slipped on my slippers and walked out to the kitchen.  The family was up and at ’em and I just-woke-up-smiled and waved and without speaking went for the cereal and coffee.  I finished off the Cinnamon Toast Crunch and used chose the Chocolate mint creamer in my coffee.  If I have a fun creamer, I don’t use sugar–it’s not needed.  It was 10am.

I ate my cereal and watched whatever show was on and slowly woke up and went online for a bit.  by 10:30 I hopped in the shower and got dressed.  I began packing what I had that was clean and laundry was going.  So I went into to play with Sammy bear.  He handed me a couple of “men” and said we were fighting but my men couldn’t fly, only his could.  He had Batman and what looked to be a transformer, and I had the Joker and what looked like some guy in a black suit with a big helmet and weird laser gun-thing.

After a half an hour or so of playing Mr. Gutter came in to tell us we had company.  We were expecting cousin Jorelle, and there she was!! Hugs Hugs Hugs and I noticed her toenails weren’t painted (shakes head) JORELLE! If you’re gonna show ’em PAINT ’em! hahahah Then she and visited for a bit in Sammybear’s room while he showed her all his movies and tried to hide from her.  A little bit later we went out to the backyard where Sammybear gave Jorelle a farming weapon (I say weapon, it’s just a plastic farming tool like a rake, hoe, shovel) and they play making piles and destroying them.  It was entertaining.  Eventually we all went back inside and it was time for Sammy to have some lunch and Jorelle and I had some leftover rice and talked about our love for bacon.  After lunch we went into the florida room and watched TV with Sammybear until Jorelle had to go.  EXCELLENT visiting time!

She totally left her coffee tumbler at the house–oops.

I finished gathering all my stuff, clean laundry and toiletries, and I packed everything up then had some ravioli’s and doritos and flat ironed my hair, then added some make up to my face.  I feel better about myself when I have make up on.

Kisses and hugs went all around and Mr. Gutter loaded up the car with my luggage and he drove me to Orlando International airport.  En route to said airport we passed a town called “Withlacoochee” and a body of water called “Lake Cooter”–way to go Florida.  The drive wasn’t too long, maybe an hour fifteen, hour and a half and he dropped me off by the curb right where I needed to be and gave me a hug and I headed into the airport.  I walked right up to a Delta self-check in station where someone came over to help me with my luggage and I printed out my boarding pass and headed to Security.

I stared in surprise and slight disgust.  6:15pm, flight took off at 7:30pm and security had a line the length of the “lobby” of the airport.  There were 6 lines and  a sign that said “15 minutes from this point” and I stood there thinking…it’s not Disneyland.  I checked in with Ro and she said it as NYC flight ride, and said “bet you wish you had a fast pass” to which I laughed out loud and got a few looks, I care not.  We slowly moved forward, and a few times I had to tell the girls in front of me to keep going.  They were maybe 8 years old or something, but not paying attention and weren’t moving forward and it was annoying.  “Ok….let’s pay attention” and then they’d move forward.  Some lady checks my I.D. and boarding pass, tells me I’ve lost weight since my picture and smiles then hands me stuff back and I get inline to let my carry on and purse go through security.  It’s a race against time as I approached the counter.  I have to get my shoes and belt off and take the laptop out of it’s case efficiently, using the least amount of space, not bumping into the people packed in front of me, or annoy the people behind me.  Everything starts to slide through the x-ray monitors and I walk through security just fine.  I quickly pack up the lap top and grab my belt and shoes and get out of the way. Once shoes and belt are back on I head towards the train-thing that will take me to my gate.  I arrive to my gat by 6:45 and they are going to start letting people on the plane in 10 minutes so I take my dramamine, and text a few people and get on the plane.

I have a window seat, I request a window seat every time I fly, so I have something to lean against when I sleep.  My chair will not recline and this makes me sad, but it does not compare to the 6-9 year old young boy yapping and complaining to his mom 4 seats away from me.  And it wasn’t better when she moved him to sit with his dad, who was sitting next to me.  So the kid ended up sitting next to me and kicked me enough time to where he got “the look.”  I took out my earphones and plugged them into the seat so I could hear the TV and I wadded up my sweatshirt to use as a pillow.

I immediately began to drift off.  That dramamine hits hard and fast, I appreciate it every time.  I do not, however appreciate, the screaming toddlers that wake me from my slumber,even with headphones on because they want something their mom won’t give them.  I turn the volume to the TV up and see that it’s Glee and I smile and nod off again to the sound of Rachel singing “Hello” with Jesse.  I’m in and out with the sounds of those toddlers and I want them to shut up.  I open my eyes and watch the rest of the show and then the HBO special behind the camera-thing about Mildred Pierce mini series starring Kate Winslet.  I want to see the mini series, and I want to yell at someone else’s kids.

Half an hour later we’re on the ground and it’s 9:50pm.  By the time I get off the plane, use the restroom, eat the fiber one bar in my bag, get my suitcase from baggage claim and take the AirTrain to my actual train, it’s 10:50pm.  I sit outside in the fifty-ish degree weather, layered a bit and I put my iPod on and wait fifteen minutes for the A-train to arrive.  It’s the middle of the night, so the A-train will making local stops–which is every stop, and instead of skipping any as an “express” train.  I have all my bags with me and close to me, and I shut the world out with my headphones and I close my eyes and lipsynch along with all the songs.  It’s a long ride home, I knew it would be.  I got to my stop and walked through the wind-tunnel of street and get to my door and take a moment before hauling everything up the five flights to my apartment.

I walk into my room and set everything down and glance at the clock. 12:25am.  There are boxes and mail that came for me sitting on the coffee table and I bring them in and Ro comes in to greet me and says my pizza is in the kitchen.  I had asked her right before my phone died to order me one–she is a life saver.  She asks me if I’m tired or if I wanna chat, and I’m not tired–actually.  So I take off my shoes and grab 3 pieces of pizza and head into her room where we talk about all kinds of stuff until 2:30am.  Then she helps me put my memory foam mattress topper on my bed and I finish getting ready for bed and put the left over pizza away in the fridge.

I set my alarm for 11am, just in case.  I work at 1pm, and need to be out the door by 12pm.  I woke up on my own, though, at 10am and immediately thought “I have a paper to write.”  I sat up and put my slippers on and got some oatmeal, then wrote this.

Now, it’s time to get ready for work and I’ll read Plato on the train.

We return to your regularly scheduled program.

Jorelle. flat iron. drive to Orlando FL airport, security…wow that line. arrived in time for dramamine and get on the place. all the kids and all the noise. Glee. Plane landed at 9:50pm.  by the time I go to the A-Train it was 10:50pm, because we had to get off the plane, baggage claim and take Air Train.  Arrived at my stop and carried suitcase, laptop and purse up those five flights.

Pizza. girl talk with Ro, got my girl scout cookies, put my memory foam pad on my mattress and curled up by 2:30am.

I woke up to my phone vibrating from a text from someone I texted around 1am with an April Fools and he laughed and said “very funny.” Hey, I try.  Before, and after that happened:

I posted my April Fools Blog at 12:45am on April 1, 2011.  Boyfriend Jenn had helped me plot the sneaky yet probably ploy.  I posted a “I may have some news” post on facebook 10 minutes to midnight to prepare the  audience for the blog.  I posted a blog titled “My News” stating I wasn’t going to leave Florida and return to New York.  I was prepared for my phone to ring off the hook from calls and text messages, I was prepared for people to throw swear words and exclamation points and questions marks my way, but alas the joke was apparently on me as everyone who responded did so with encouragement and support.  Some may think I’m silly for thinking my friends would support me and encourage me, to those “some” I say “you’d be surprised who calls themselves my friend then are mean and let me down, time and time again.”  And so, I shrug and say that wasn’t the best April Fools Joke of all time, but it did piss my Maamm off, and that was funny to me.

Cereal.

Coffee.

Hear about the going-on’s of the middle of the night that I apparently slept through, including but not limited too: Sammybear waking up at 4am and hiding in a kitchen cupboard and making noise enough to make his mom think someone was actually on the roof, trying to get in.  Then she wakes and can’t find him and only bits of hell brake loose, but the kiddo got yelled at for sure for being out of bed, hiding in the cabinet and later climbing on the counter and dumping sugar everywhere, and eating it by the spoonfuls.  Both his parents scolded him at different times, with volume–and I missed it and slept right through it.

Then Joshifer and the little guy and I geared up for a walk outside around the “block.”  Oh, you noticed the quote did you?  That’s because really we are in a very lush and green and full-of-plant-life area where there are few houses and their street loops around some kind of mini lake–or swamp…heh.  It was a lovely day out with blue skies and all that green stuff, the plants…We encountered no alligators on this walk.  That’s considered a win.  Upon our return Jenn said she wanted Chili’s Chicken Enchilada Soup–which I had only yesterday expressed needing a recipe for on facebook, we are sometimes confused as being the same person we have so much in common–so we all climbed in the car and went to Chili’s.

I had a margarita, caesar salad and chicken enchilada soup–if you’re remember that’s what I had at the airport waiting to leave JFK and get to Orlando.  It’s the best combo I have found at Chili’s.  Jenn got the soup and a salad as well, Mr. Gutter got ribs as in”I want my babybackbabybackbabybackbabybackbabyback…ribs, I want my  babybackbabybackbabybackbabybackbabyback…ribs…Chiliiiiiiiiiii’s bbaaaaaabbybackribs! (Barbeque sauce).”  We had a nice little lunch then decided to stay out and play a bit more.  But, we didn’t have the stroller–so we went back to the house, driving the 3-5 miles back with ease (I think of 3-5 miles in New York and go…1-2 hours…) grab the stroller and put leftovers in the fridge and we head to the mall.

The mall, that cute little place a mile down the road with a Kmart and JCPenny and Belk, 2 hair salons, a movie theatre a few kiosks and that great pretzel place I finally saw and remembered “Magic Twists and Cream.”  Yah.  There food court is in the middle of the mall, and lit by the sky as it is covered only by what appears to be a giant circus tent.  There is a nail place somewhere in the mall and a couple portrait places, there a Sears–like I said, just like the SLO mall during the Miller’s Outpost days when “Claire’s” was the newest, youngest and by far the coolest store in there…There is also a Claires in the mall here, in Crystal Rivers.  (dot dot dot)

I fancied a fun coffee drink for myself at the cute coffee shop.  I chose “Sunny Dayz” which was espresso (duh) milk, caramel, white cocoa and butterscotch.  I don’t know WHY I was surprised when it was too sweet.  It sounded good but I needed half the syrup and twice the coffee and milk.  I got Jenn a Vanilla Chai and met up with them again during their pursuit of stein mugs for the house, to which they were not victorious.  Sad face.  They wanted ice cream, so we went to Magic Twists and Cream (pause …) and I looked over and noticed the Hurricane Simulator…

I noticed this fun looking piece of machinery back in August during my visit, Jenn and I wanted to put Sam in there, but we didn’t because we are not mean–pause again?  heh.  I looked back at Jenn and asked if I should do it, and without missing a beat she said absolutely.  Then I chickened out and Mr. Gutter told me I had to sack up.  Two dollars later I was standing in this yellow tube with a see-through door and a countdown on the screen behind me.  Slowly I felt a breeze begin.  Quickly the breeze picked up and in less than seconds I was standing and laughing with my hair lifting everywhere in a 78 mph wind cage. It was not terrible.  I actually laughed.  There were moments where the air was too much, the way it feels when you roll down your window and the wind hits you and you can’t really breathe–like that.  Then I looked out to see Joshifer laughing and as I was laughing I yelled “Aunty Em! Uncle Henry!!”  later I yelled out “Toto!!!!”  It didn’t last long, but long enough.  I’m glad it was only wind and not water included, that would’ve…not…been…fun. heh

So we left the mall, after Jenn tried on a dress she didn’t end up actually liking and buying two rings from the same place I bought mine earlier in the week and we climbed in the car and headed home.  Mr. Gutter dropped us off and he headed back out to pick up Sammybear from school and Jenn and I watched Grey’s Anatomy, the most recent episode.  I’ve seen Season one; the first two episodes, and the most recent episode.  One of these days I’ll actually watch all those ones in between.  Today is not that day, though.  I almost cried a couple times, but never actually had any tears roll down my eyes.

Sammybear walked in wearing a cute hate and sporting his Spiderman backpack.  He walked in and kissed his mom, dropped off his bag came back and hug and kissed me then went to kiss his little brother.  Then I puked because of his cuteness.

No. Not really.

We were still watching Grey’s Anatomy and he sat on the floor eating his McFlurry his dad got him on the way home.  After the show was over Honeybear went to his room and grabbed a book then climbed up on my lap and he read my some stories by Dr. Seuss.  After about 2 1/2 stories he was finished and wanted to watch Scooby-Doo in the florida room, so we did.  After that he wanted to watch Power Rangers, so we did.  After that he wanted to go play outside in the backyard for a bit, so we did.  After that he wanted hot chocolate, so we went inside after putting the digging tools away in the back yard and took our shoes off by the door, and made hot chocolate.  He was actually…very mellow during all of this.  His transitions from one thing to another were calm and clear.  After I handed him his hot chocolate he laid down on the couch in the florida room and asked to watch Little Einsteins and said he thought he’d save the hot chocolate for later.  I smiled and said that was fine.  we watched Little Einsteins and his mom brought him some pasta for dinner, but he didn’t eat it.  He just laid on the couch.  by 7:45pm I asked if he wanted to put his jammies on or if he wanted to eat or drink anything else before bed time. He just stood up and said “yah, I’ll put my new scooby-doo jammies on” and walked out of the room.  A few minutes later he came back to say goodnight with daddy, then said goodnight to his mom and little brother and went to bed.  Jenn said he felt feverish as well earlier and had given him something to lower his fever.  Poor little guy also had a bit of a cough.  Hope he feels better in the morning.

I ate my left over caesar salad and soup from lunch–see it was a bottomless lunch deal.  I could’ve had as many plates of salad, and or bowls of soup I wanted while I was in that restaurant, but I had one set there and took one set home–wish I could’ve brought home a pot of this soup.  Then I gave Jenn a bit of a pedicure and we watched What Women Want followed by an episode of Blue Bloods, and I had some chicken followed by three chocolate chip cookies and the continuing of laundry–of which I busted out 3 loads of laundry today.  Mine, the little guy’s, and Honeybear’s.  Sometimes I’m productive and helpful.

And sometimes I just stare at that Plato book knowing I have a paper due on thursday, a monologue to memorize by wednesday, classes to get up early for, shifts to cover at work–but then I blink and reach for my phone and send off texts instead, open my computer and type and email and shop instead (bought two pairs of work clothes tonight, they finally had my size online since I can’t get my size in the stores).

The feelings of dread and overwhelming madness are beginning to make themselves known again and it’s almost time to face reality again.

But before that, my cousin Jorelle is coming to visit tomorrow, I’m gonna play with Honeybear and maybe video chat with my Maamm.  I’ll probably have more chicken and chocolate chip cookies even though burping that combination is no good.  I’ll probably text Mr. Sexypants since he wants to know when I’ll be home,  and I’ll text my pie-friend about starting a 500 piece puzzle this week while drinking wine because I want to do boring things with him, he’s awesome and a welcomed break from my life.  He’s nice to look at, too.  And after I do that texting, but before I visit with my cousin and get on a plane heading back to New York, I’m going to sleep again, without an alarm clock.

The thunder roared the house all night. An extended, low, rolling thunder followed immediately and constantly by a bright white/blue light that made me believe aliens were coming to abduct me and steal ovaries or something.

That was most of the night. The florida room in their house is full of windows letting in all kinds of light during the day, and the lack of window coverings lets my imagination fun when the side of the house has a light on and it blinks with the thunder and lightning. I didn’t actually feel scared, I just stared and waited to see aliens

They never came, but 10:30am did, eventually and I rolled over and sat up. I didn’t feel all to rested, though some would say I had slept in, sleep doesn’t feel like sleep unless you wake up feeling rested. I put my eyedrops in to wet my contacts and I walked out to the kitchen.

Cereal.
Coffee.
Couch.
Computer.

The thunder continued to roar and I watched the news with Jenn as people seemed to take turns telling us to stay away from windows and we’re on tornado warning until 1pm at a minimum. The house lit up occasionally with white-blue lights followed quickly and strongly with sounds of crunching thunder. Eventually Jenn changed the channel and the House marathon ensued.

In my attempt to be productive I went back to the florida room, after a couple episodes of House, to read play. It’s not a very interesting play and I tend to get a bit lost in why these people are together, but I made it through Act I and took a shower and put semi-real clothes on. House was still on even though Joshifer and the little guy had left to run an errand and an episode or so later the door knocked and it was Jenn without her keys. Mr. Gutter dropped her and the little guy off and he went to run another errand. We watched House, then switched to Law and Order while the babester slept. Then I had lasagna and three chocolate chip cookies, which I later only regretted because my stomach growled for an hour trying to digest everything.

My body isn’t use to eating nearly as much as I have been. Which is three times a day currently. Normally there is coffee involved, and maybe one meal either in the middle of my day or at the end of it. I’ve gained weight back for sure, not just from this vacation but from this year in general I’ve had more to eat. Some would call that an eating disorder, others would call it a diet, others a good method for weight loss–I call it surviving, which is not normally placed under “healthy.” After thinking I for sure have gained weight I went online to buy new work pants from Old Navy, and sure enough my size isn’t available. That’s a tilde win.

Jenn and I watch more House and we visit and yap while the baby sleeps, then Mr. Gutter gets home and we all watch TV.  Then I pick up the play I’m reading and lay on the couch to read through Act II stopping ever so often to watch some of Law and Order with them.  I finally get through the play, it’s a weird play and I don’t understand why it exists, and I’m also doing a monologue from it for class but it’s not a piece from the main character–which is good because she is annoying as hell–she’s actually a small part and I prefer it that way.  With perseverance I finished that silly play and  earned a brownie and jamie & coke.  We watched Law and Order SVU and some game show called Wipeout then Jenn went to bed and Mr. Gutter and I watched The Hangover–which I’d never seen.

Bed was at 3 am and the sun woke me up at 10am by shining through the windows onto my face. UVA Rays! UVA Rays!

Good morning.

During this wonderful, calming and might I say well-deserved vacation in Florida, I have finally had time to clear my head and think of some important things. Joshifer and kids are marvelous for letting me stay with them, eat their food and take up space as a useless lump, pretty much–other than the occasional helpful Auntie moment. But still, good thinking has ensued. Therefore it is with a clear and focused head that I called my friend Ro only moments after Mr. Gutter telling me my Maamm had just called and he chatted with her about me without telling my news, but expressing the fact that I’ve been thinking. It is with all of that I say this:::

My plane ride back to New York is this saturday, and I will not be on it.
I will not be returning to New York –that feels really..weird to say.

I spoke with Ro, and I will pay Aprils rent, and possibly May’s rent to help out– and she will (graciously) pack my stuff and I will pay to have it all shipped out to me here, in Florida–where I’ll be, with Joshifer and Sammybear and the new little guy. Here I will help them with their boys. I will not pursue a degree in theatre, I will absolutely go for my esthetician license and…live.

I will still come home, to CA, in June. Mr. Gutter said he’ll help me change my ticket from JFK airport to out of Orlando or Tampa.

No more school.
No more green apron.
No more New York.

:::april fools:::

I woke up around 9:30am. Having slept on the couch the previous nights of my stay (Mr. Gutter’s dad was also visiting. He offered the florida room when I arrived and I declined, the couch is quite comfy), I was actually a bit disoriented waking in a bed, and in a room full of light. I sat up and put my slippers on and walked out and went straight for cereal and coffee. These have become my normal morning things, and I would love breakfast to become part of my normal life–it’s just that when I have to be out the door by 6am, breakfast doesn’t sound good…

Anyway! I had my cereal and coffee, we watched TV and I stared at the baby. Sammybear was already at school so I fooled around more online looking at crap…because I can then read some of my play for class. The play I have to read is In the Boom Boom Room I’m doing a monologue from it, and like a good little actor, I’m reading the whole play. Then I go to Dory, my computer, and purchase Alias, all five seasons from half dot com. Totally worth it, can’t wait for them to arrive. I also decide I am displeased with my gym because of how little it has to offer. Granted it’s extremely inexpensive. $10/ month. The gym offers a cardio equipment, lots of them and weights both freeweights and a-la-machines. I find that I can get a great discount through work and am anxious to take a tour and (probably) sign up at this new gym offering classes, a pool, sauna, whirlpool, steam room in addition to the cardio equipment and weights for $25/month. Sounds like a win to me . I tell Ro, because I can sign her up on my account for the same amount and she tells me she’ll french me later. It’s hilarious when she says that–every.single.time.

Joshifer is taking off for a small outing and I ask to borrow Jenn’s car to run an errand or two and I’m handed the keys. They go and I put on real clothes and head out the door. Good thing I was just going down the street, I would get lost here I’m sure. In route to my original destination I pass the mall and think for a split second, then detour and park in the mall parking lot. This is a very small mall, like what SLO mall used to be when it had Millers Outpost. Smaller even, as it is one floor only. I have no idea what I’m going in for, I just know I feel like wandering around. I turn the corner and see a hair salon, I chuckle and walk in and say “I don’t have an appointment, does anyone have time for a cut & color” The lady smiles and looks at her schedule and says “2:30pm” Which was in fifteen minutes. I smile and say I’ll take it and give her my name. I turn to leave and tell her I’ll be right back. I meander and see a little kiosk with a necklace that I like. Rather a stone strapped to a leather string and I just stare at it. I like it. I look at the rings and try some on, rings with gems/rocks/stones in them and soon enough it’s 2:30. I was going to get a fun coffee drink, but alas my time was up so I headed back to the salon. I explain to Zelda, my stylist, what I want and she busts out her color swatches and I choose one. Then we talk hair cut and she gets started and I continue reading my play.

Then I hear a great noise.
It is a loud noise.

The only thing I can think of to describe it is a power-wash cycle for your car when you go those car-washes at shell gas. It’s heavy and powerful and LOUD. Zelda sees that I’ve stopped reading my play and I’m staring a bit and she goes “that’s the rain.” And I almost flip out. almost. THAT’S RAIN???? She laughs, “you don’t rain like that in New York do you?” No. No, well–I haven’t experienced any storms with crazy thunder, lightning and rain yet, but I’m sure I will. She keeps brushing color into my hair and my phone vibrates and I see it’s Mr. Gutter calling.

“hi.”
“are you drivin’ in this?”
“NO. hahaha NO WAY.

he tells me wherever I am to stay there and wait out the rain and will lighten up soon enough, and if it doesn’t that he’ll come and get me because driving in it is…worse than horrible. I say okay, to everything he says and tell him I’m not goin’ anywhere soon because I’m getting my hair cut and colored. He laughs and says ok!

4:30pm rolls around and Zelda is finishing drying and styling my hair. Minimal style–I don’t “do” styles. And then I hear “it looks terrible” and I can see Mr. Gutter in the mirror. “Hey Mr. Gutter!” He smiles and tells me he came by to get flashlights and candles in case the power goes out, and thought he’d come find me. Then he compliments my hair. yay! It looks and feels SO much better than it had two hours prior. I pay Zelda and head out. Just before I reach the door I think of that necklace and those rings and I head back. $9.74 later, the necklace and two rings are mine. After I held the necklace I knew I wanted it. I knew it would bring some balance and good energy–I absolutely believe in that stuff. I head towards the car again, and after five paces I turn around and go to the coffee shop. I ask if they have vanilla chai, Jenn wanted that yesterday but they were out, they were still out but said they should have it by tomorrow. I got a mud slide espresso thing and a cannoli. I sat and enjoyed said cannoli then threw out my plate and grabbed my coffee and headed to the car, for reals this time.

I drove the maybe mile home and pulled into the driveway excited that I remembered where the hell to go and walked in the door and got a hug from Sammybear. Man that kid is cute. He hugged me and told me, with much excitement, that he got his own flashlight. I set my stuff down and showed Jenn my hair and had her sip my coffee, then I sat down and played online for a bit. Moments later Jenn asked if I could make the rice tonight–uh…YAH I CAN. hahaha. She didn’t have a rice steamer so she made it in a pan and I threw in the rest of the ingredients and we had it with dinner tonight. It. Was. Yum. And I also IM’d with my friend in London, he’s fun.

Later perhaps, nay probably… an ice cream cup or a Klondike bar, while Joshifer watch Jeopardy. I will read more of my play and tomorrow finish said play and look at Plato with my new rings and necklace and hair and rested mind and discuss the question of the Forms “Visible and Intelligible.” I got a B+ on my first writing assignment in writing, and a D- in Philosophy, both have to do with Plato. Shrug

And now for a hysterical laugh with Joshifer regarding Mr. Gutter driving his dad to the aiport. (laughing in the house ensues, until pain in the abs are achieved).

My cousin Jorelle (and maybe Michael?) is going to come see me saturday before I have to get back to the airport, that’s a win for sure. And soon, I’ll bother plugging pictures into these blogs. Soon.

UPDATE:
The little man slept on me for 2 1/2 hours while we watched a movie (Morning Glory with Diane Keaton and Harrison Ford and Rachel McAdams) and I DID have a heath-Klondike bar. marvelous. marvelous. marvelous.

I slept last night. For hours. And I’m pretty sure you could do surgery on me I was just…out. Woke up with sleep marks on my face and everything. I didn’t hear Sammybear wake up, I didn’t hear the baby all night, and I’m told he was up a few times. Didn’t hear Jenn in the kitchen getting cereal in the middle of the night as she said she was. Didn’t hear Mr. Gutter playing his video games–nothing. I sat up at 9:30am a little disoriented, and in love with sleep.

I answered some emails and helped with some laundry. Had some cereal and coffee, as I have been this week then took to the table with Dory (my computer) and started to pick out a schedule of classes for Fall semester. In the middle of picking out classes I stopped and put real clothes on (as oppose to my soft pants and tank top) and some make up and accompanied boyfriend Jenn and Ferb to K-Mart.

His first outting! hahaha Jenn picked up some baby clothes, Ferb is a little small even for the onesies and I suggested trying to find Halfzies, but we couldn’t find any. I got some more travel size shampoo and we headed towards the JC Penny. I picked out a $3 necklace and a $15 silver chain to replace the one I broke, and a mini-blender thing similar to the Magic Bullet but not as many pieces. I don’t need all those pieces, but I needed exactly what I found and what I got–and I got it in red!

Then we headed home and I continued laundry, had some fried chicken–oh yes I did– then I finished my schedule thing and started my writing assignment. The honeybear and Mr. Gutter arrived from the store and Mr. Gutter ordered pizza, of which I had 2 pieces. One piece of the pepperoni and red bellpepper, and one piece of the white sauce with bacon and mushrooms. Jenn and I have such similar opinions on so many things, it’s nice. Then I took to Plato and began to read and semi-research my next paper based on the topic of the Forms Visible and Intelligible.”

I hear Jeopardy on in front of me, and Sammybear in the tub counting to four and playing with his dinosaurs. I’m debating on purchasing Alias, all seasons (but not in the box) because I’ve been wanting them for a while and watching them motivates me to kick ass in all things in my life. Half dot come is a great place to do this, but I’m not sure. Then it’s time to watch Biggest Loser which I’ve never seen an episode of, and also it’s cocktail hour. Have I mentioned that? Every night Mr. Gutter and I have a cocktail or two during the end of the night. It’s nice. Also had an ice cream cup, those cute ones we used to have when we were little. The ones with the wooden spoon attached on top. These ones didn’t have the spoon, we didn’t need it, but still–ice cream cup was cute. So that was a win.

So we’re watching Biggest Loser and sometimes we have to pause so I can get background information and several times I tear up a bit then I suck back the tears. Stupid sad yet triumphant music! Stupid life altering experiences! Stupid stupid! sigh. Got teary eyed at the end too, but no tears ever fell down the cheeks. I can see why people get attached to this show though. It is full of loss and gain, in different ways. It’s about peeling away so much more than pounds of the physical self, it’s definitely emotional and mental as well. I just don’t know if I could watch it every week.

Then we watch Law & Order SVU, which is a popular show among Joshifer–and they’ll get no complaints from me, I like it too. Eventually it’s bed time for everyone and I head into “the florida room” where I’ll be sleeping. I see a friend online and chat with her for a good portion of the now-early morning, then I’m off to sleep by 3am. In the newly clean, and extremely soft sheets I realize I need a pedicure.

I slowly pulled my eyes open and saw Sammybear running to the bathroom with his dad following saying something about time to take a bath. It was 7:50am I sat up, then five minutes later laid back down. I was going to go with Mr. Gutter to drop off the Honeybear so I can see where his school is, and that way if I need to pick him up or take him over there at all this week, they would know who I am–I needed to “get on the list” as it were. But first, a cup of coffee and all my vitamins.

It was gloomy outside already, well in color it was grey, but it was still warm feeling and sprinkly though. Mr. Gutter, Honeybear and myself loaded up in the car and drove the five-ish mintues to his school. The tallest building was two stories. There was more grass and trees than cars or buildings. No horns were honking, no ambulances were driving by. The intersections turned red lights and no gypsy cab zoomed through honking, no old lady waved her can while walking across the street (yes this happens in NY, often enough for me to call it “normal”). The mall we drove by I remembered from last August, it had the movie theatre in it Jenn and I had gone to see Eat Pray Love . It was on floor, I think, we didn’t go through stores too much, but I remember some pretzel place with a ridiculous name, like Twists n Cream …or something–I have a picture, I should find it and post it…Anyway we’re driving I we get there, we sign him in and Mr. Gutter shows me where Sammy’s cubby is for his stuff and we see school photo-proofs.

This. kid. is. adorable.

It’s just ridiculous. One proof he’s in a striped shirt and vest with a fidora hat, the other in a shirt that says “sports” and he has a visor that says “soccer” on it and he’s holding a soccer ball. His dimples are so cute I might throw up.

We wave goodbye and head back home where I enjoy two bowls of Captain Crunch Berries Cereal and another cup of coffee. Boyfriend Jenn comes out and we look at photo albums she’s put together via snapfish of some events. Events like her wedding, her and Mr. Gutter driving cross country, Sammybear’s 3rd birthday. It makes me want to make albums too. I load up (almost) all my pictures to snapfish because they take up too much room on my harddrive, I should bother to put some together. I love pictures. I love memories.

Then Jenn went in to feed the baby and lay down, Mr. Gutter reclined in his chair with a blanket and I curled up with a blanket on the couch, and fell asleep.

Three hours later I sat up, pleased with nap time and indulged in fried chicken and potato salad and green salad we had left over. I fiddled online more looking at fold up bikes and we watched TV, and IM’d Cincinnati which was lovely. Then I decided to take a shower and read my play a little bit for acting class. Ro called by around 8pm and we chatted. We haven’t spoken on the phone, just to talk in a while haha well–we live together, and if we ever talk on the phone it’s like “wait where are you?” or we text or you know…talk in person. It was nice to chat though. Talking to her everyday leaves me with withdraws when I’m no there heh.

Then I walked in the house and Mr. Gutter was making milkshakes. Complete with vanilla ice cream, chocolate sauce, milk and peanut butter. It was a perfect texture and flavor and I enjoyed it thoroughly.

We watched Fringe and I purchased a memory foam topper for my bed at home online because it was on sale for half off, that’s a win for me. I ate a few doritos dipped in sour cream and had some milk and now it’s 11:30pm, I think I’ll sleep. Or maybe have some chicken. I don’t know. Laziness and eating are my friends right now, my long lost friends. It feels early, considering I’m normally just getting home now and preparing to do homework, then I realize I’m not in NY, it’s super quiet and the babester and honeybear will be awake before ya know it.

I wanna text my pie-friend, but again–it’s getting late.

Tomorrow I shall read my play, or at least some of it, and perhaps some of Book VI in Plato’s Republic so I can do my outline for my writing assignment, and eventually bust out a first draft. I’m gonna have to go back to each of these posts and plug in a few pictures…maybe I’ll do that tomorrow too. But also, maybe I’ll do nothing.