July 30th, 2006



I spent my morning hanging out at the library and doing some writing. I picked up lunch from Chipotle and we watched a semi-final of World Series of Pop Culture. Then I vegged on some What Not to Wear (the first one was a rasta-girl grad student and the second one was a sword fighting, online-gaming financial advisor). Zilla and I took a nap and then it was time to go!

We went to my in-laws tonight. I setup their web cam (again) and got it working with Skype. My brother-in-law tried to show us his neighborhood through his apartment windows. We had dinner (steak, corn on the cob, grilled veggies, etc.) and then we used Skype again. This time we got to see ~C~'s new haircut. His dad said it wasn't any good but I thought it looked cute. ~C~ was pulling out his cheek with his finger trying to get us to laugh. My husband kept putting pictures of ~C~ and various objects in front of the web cam in an effort to entertain him. He was so little when he left that he doesn't remember us. I think I was the only one who heard my husband say, "This will be fun in about a year." My brother-in-law and sister-in-law both looked good. Right now Ecuador is an hour behind. It gets dark between 6pm and 6:30pm. My brother-in-law had to add another lamp into the room so we could see him better.

Our grandmother had a good night tonight. She even went upstairs to see ~C~ on the computer. She was anxious about the dessert. When my brother-in-law was getting ready to graduate and living at home, he said that she would eat half a cake just to not see it go to waste. The family jokes about her love of desserts; it's gotten so it's all she thinks about during meal time since she was told she's diabetic. The jokes are our way of coping with it, I guess. We played three rounds of Mexican Train and Grandma played with us while Grandpa watched Flight Plan (now I know how it ends). She kept up with her turn and remembered the rules while were playing. I guess she played it the week we had the family reunion and she couldn't remember the rules. I know she was having some bad times then.

Today I walked a pitiful .06 miles. Tomorrow should be better but with museums the pedometer isn't always accurate.

I last had my hair done at the beginning of June. It's grown out some and I've been wearing my headbands quite a bit as of late. I prefer something else because my glasses say I'm trendy but my headbands say I'm a little girl.

A new world of footwear has opened up to me. I'm not sure I want to dive in just yet, though.

August 24th - Read For The Record

Jumpstart is an organization that believes in helping lower income children get a jumpstart on their reading. Children from middle income families typically have 1700 hours of one-to-one reading time before kindergarten while children from lower income families have much less. Less one-to-one reading time means these children will have less vocabulary words than their peers with more one-to-one reading time.

You can help by reading The Little Engine That Could on August 24th. You can buy or donate special editions of this book for yourself or for schools in your area. Or you can donate your time or money to provide one-on-one reading time. Please see Read For The Record for details.

Sunday So Far

Before going to bed last night I saw the weather advisory about the warm front and how that's going to set the temperature in the 90s for the next few days. About 2:30am I feel a hand petting my head. My husband woke me up because something was going on. I saw the little flashes of light through the blinds and thought it was a weird electrical storm or lightning. I told him about the warm front. "I don't think this is weather related." We peeked through the blinds and then we just opened them up on two of the windows.

The lovely part about living almost directly across from a restaurant/bar is that we never know when the patrons are going to intrude on our peace. Usually it's just drunks being loud. For some reason they think it's okay to yell down the street (to no one or their buddies). Um... buy a clue. The people in the apartments you are walking by are sleeping.

Two patrol cars with lights flashing were across the street. A car was pulled over and the officers were talking to a thin gentleman in a white t-shirt and baseball cap. We went back to bed but at one point I heard a woman yelling. For the next 30 minutes each time I woke up the lights were still flashing. I have no idea if the man was a patron of the restaurant or not.

Around 8am I went downstairs to sleep where it was a little cooler. Somehow it had gotten up to 89 degrees. I had a strange work-related dream about commericals but I don't remember anything about it. I woke up a few more times and eventually the dancing Corgi feet from upstairs woke me up for good. Zilla can give those hardwood floors a workout.

I was really groggy and felt like something was pushing down on me to keep me asleep. My limbs were heavy and my eyelids wouldn't respond. It's as if my body was under control of some supernatural being and not me. This is a reminder of how it feels when I have a flare-up. At least I'll have medicine soon and I'm not falling asleep at 9pm on the couch when I'm supposed to be spending quality time with my husband.

We went to Thurman Cafe today where I had half of one of their yummy hamburgers (next time I'll put a hold on the sesame seed bun) and their take on onion straws. Katzinger's was busy and we couldn't find anywhere to park. Club 185 was closed until 5pm. I may have mentioned it before... my husband gets to go to all these neat places for lunch downtown and in the nearby areas. I was looking forward to my new job as I would be able to have this same kind of fun. Well, other than one lunch at Subway with my co-workers and one lunch at Bodega with our cousin, I go home. Zilla loves the extra time with me and it's nice to just decompress. But I would like to have a lunch date now and then.

The Columbus Museum of Art is free on Sundays. We saw three exhibits. The first was In the American West: Photographs by Richard Avedon, the second was Uncommon Clothes: Photographic Inspiration and the third was the Ohio Art League's 95th Annual Juried Spring Exhibition. The Richard Avedon was the most interesting to me.

Afterwards we took some pictures of things around town.