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My middle school choir director is now a tinsmith? WTF?

Incidentally, Mr. G. was my first really big crush. It resulted in some of the most awkward middle school moments possible, especially considering a.) middle school / junior high is an awkward time, anyway, and b.) I was never all that good at social interaction?until college, at least. I’m still embarrassed about some of the stuff I did and said, even though I was a pubertizing little freak at the time.

I sent him an e-mail just now, to say hello. I didn’t ask if he remembered who I was. I didn’t want to know.

1.) Inadvertently discovering the homemade Mocha Delight, a lá Grounds For Thought (minus the caffeine & sugar):
+ one cup Meijer fresh-ground decaf
+ one shot Sugar-Free DaVinci Irish Cream syrup
+ one packet Splenda
+ one splash cream
+ one dash cinnamon (very important!)

OMFG so good.

2.) Watching the four live Pixies songs broadcast on the BBC. I cannot wait to see them in November. This show is going to be fucking killer. I may cry. Chalk up the upcoming Pixies concert in the Things I Never Thought I Would Ever Get To See In My Lifetime category.

This is not just a typical Mom Visit I’m preparing for. If it were, I’d just have to figure out what we were doing this weekend besides taking pictures at the Zoo. As it is, we’re road tripping to the Dayton area to visit Grandpa and Grandma Cook in Centerville on Saturday, and Amy in Union on Sunday. The trip was Mom’s idea, even the Amy part, which I think is really cool. Yeah.

Anyway, since we’re visiting the grandparents, I’m sure that the majority of the conversation on Saturday will revolve around genealogy—so I have to get my genealogy hard-copy in order. Now, I would much rather have a laptop or something with my genealogy files on it so I could just show them how I’ve compiled all the census records and death certificates and such into each family’s story, almost… but alas, Grandpa appears to be technophobic and refuses to learn how to use a computer. So, the genealogy research is reduced to the facts and documents I’ve unearthed online and via mail order. Grandpa always reveals some random stories and family info that Mom and I hadn’t known before, though, so I’m sure it’ll be fun, anyway. I’m also planning to bring the digital camera and attempt to photograph some of Grandpa’s family photos, and maybe some headstones if we go cemetery-hopping. We’ll see how that works out.

OK, gotta reorganize all the censuses and shit strewn around the basement, and then go to bed.

Cary Elwes

Cary Elwes in the late 80’s & early 90’s

My God, what happened to Cary Elwes? What a difference 15 years makes…

I miss the fluffy floppy “skater do” that the “cute” boys used to have. ::dreamy sigh:: 🙂

I was sitting downstairs, checking my e-mail and reading my daily blogroll, when I heard the unmistakable sound of something falling onto the floor. Since it’s just me and the cat, it could only have been a.) the cat being a dumbass, or b.) gravity taking hold of some random poorly-placed object. Mentally voting for option a.), I jogged up the stairs to see what the cat did.

Remember that begonia the cat whiffed the top off of a couple weeks back? Yeah. Well, I found the rest of it on the floor of the Media Room / Library, along with a good quarter-pound of freshly-watered Miracle-Gro.

At least she didn’t break the pot.

The good news is that I got to see that the remains of the begonia does in fact have living roots. Hopefully they’ll stay that way in their newly-repotted-after-being-unpotted state. And in further good news, the top of the begonia (living in a vase in the kitchen window) is beginning to sprout feathery little roots.

The best part of all? Storming around the house like a raving lunatic, chasing the cat with a spray bottle.