Author: Polgara

*sniff* Weepy weepy weepy. Go read this about one of the greatest April Fool’s jokes ever.

My weekend was a whirlwind of getting up at the crack of dawn and going all day for two straight days, followed by a day of sloth.

To quickly sum up the past three days:
Joshua Tree National Park: Fabulous, even though I couldn’t do even the tiniest bit of climbing.
Dinner with CG: Fun, relaxing, but short, ’cause we were both exhausted and both had to get up at the crack of dawn the next morning.
Train to/from San Diego: So!much!better! than driving, and much prettier scenery. Might have to go back and see San Clemente up close and personal.
San Diego: Too short, but still had a wonderful lunch with DL, JQ and kim!.
A’s birthday dinner: Fun, relaxing, sparkly, heavily caffeinated, and tummy expanding yummy.
Sunday Slothday: Totally chilled – did laundry, watched MacGyver and Buffy dvds, read some Foxtrot, played with the cats, napped some, then watched tv until bedtime. I didn’t get to the dishes, but that’s nothing new.

What I learned this weekend:
+Jesse is cool.
+Hansen’s cakes are still the!best!
+My yarn bins make excellent ottomans.
+The orange line trolley doesn’t run nearly as often as I’d thought.
+I should still be icing my knee, even two months after the initial injury.
+Crunchy things on a salad are not necessarily a bad thing.
+”Very Spicy Shrimp” is, sadly, a relative term.
+MacGyver will even hit on a woman grieving for her dead sister, big ol’ man-ho that he is. Also, he needs to take krav.
+”To Serve Man is a cookbook.” Actually, I knew that one, but had forgotten.
+Rock climbers do not climb rope, they climb rocks.
+I’m too old to do 20 hour days anymore.
+Union Station needs more elevators.
+Chris Golden’s new book comes out tomorrow: Wildwood Road
+The daughter of an old family friend lives on my street, just two blocks away. Small!freakin’!world!

I’m sure there’s more, but I’ve got to get back to work now.
🙂

I’m tired of deleting the spam comments, and getting emails about attempted hacks, so I’m disabling comments. Granted, I’m probably pushing away my only audience by doing so, but, don’t care. Comments are history.

So let it be written, so let it be done.

I don’t understand the point of spamming my journal with words that have been asterisked out. How lame.

Last week I added a new page to the site, Knitting Stuff. It replaces the Political Stuff page, ’cause ever since the election, I’ve been too discouraged to update that page. My sister wants to know why I’m spending time creating new pages instead of updating the old ones, to which I say, that’s a good question. I’ll see what I can do about that.

The knee is finally getting better, six weeks later. I still can’t use it on stairs, but the limp is almost gone, halleluja! The lack of kickboxing and krav has been driving me nuts, so I’ve started using a pilates tape to get some degree of exercise in, and now that I’m walking better, I might try some of that this weekend too—walking, that is. This stupid injury put a serious crimp in my plans to look and feel at least a little better before the New Orleans trip, so I have a lot of hard core catching up to do, while simultaneously trying not to agitate the still healing injury. Woo! My life, she is exciting!

In other news, Angels tickets finally go on sale tomorrow morning! YAY! I’ve been checking every day for two months now, but for some reason they waited until about a month after most of the other teams had already started selling their tickets. Not that I care about the Angels, of course, but the Red Sox are coming in August for four games, and I’ve been saving my pennies in the hopes of getting seats at all four. Mom will be visiting at the same time, and she’s very graciously agreed to go with me, should I succeed in my quest. RED SOX! WOO!

Let’s see, what else? Saw all five Best Picture Oscar noms this year, for the first time ever. I thought Million Dollar Baby totally deserved the award, and I loved the film, but my personal favorite was Finding Neverland, which you should go see as soon as you possibly can.

Oo, also also, you should read A Promise to my Grandfather: A Follow Up, because it’s a beautiful story and will only take you about five minutes. Also, have kleenex handy.

Finally, last night, amid some rather horrible nightmares, I had a marvelous dream that my Uncle Paul came to L.A. for a surprise visit. So Uncle Paul, you’ll get right on that, yes?
🙂

Ok, that’s it for now. Hugs.