Happy Fourth, y'all.
Jul. 4th, 2007 07:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eee1313There is a block party going on a half block away, and they keep setting off firecrackers, which are scaring the crap out of my cat. Thankfully, I don't mean that literally. Heh.
Things worked out fine yesterday after all.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deeablo called to keep me entertained and laughing my ass off, and then completely blew my mind by suggesting that Robbie Williams should open for the Spice Girls on their reunion tour. Seriously, that thought fried my brain completely. And why don't I have a Spice Girls icon? The Scientist showed up as she was reading me the Fandom Wank wiki "woobie" entry, and after hanging up with her, we went to get dinner. Burgers and cheese fries at Ed Debevic's, and then off to find parking for the Oak Brook fireworks. The Oak Brook cops proved to be completely useless and directed us AWAY from the fireworks entirely, so we ended up in a corporetum parking lot with a bunch of other people. I had two fold-out chairs stuffed in my trunk that we hauled out to sit on for the show, which turned out pretty well. The fireworks were lovely, and the rain started to come down just as the finale was starting. All is well with the world. Then we went back to his place, drank champagne, and watched Hot Shots on TV. Oh, Charlie Sheen, what happened to you?
Today we got up early and did all the errands I didn't get to complete yesterday. Luckily there's a Party City not a half mile from his apartment, so I got a bunch of decorations for Friday's party. Then off to Target for the gift card, then grocery shopping. Then we went to the Woodridge 4th of July giant picnic. His family has gone every year for the past 19 years. So all of his siblings were there with their significant others (when applicable). His youngest sister was hungover like mad and ended up getting sick while we were playing cards. Dude, I NEVER would have gotten away with being hungover when I was too young for a driver's license. I guess the Scientist wasn't kidding when he said she gets away with anything and everything. (Plus, when three of the other kids were the one to get the youngest drunk in the first place, who do you really punish? Besides ALL OF THEM?)
After that we drove over to his oldest brother's house to check out some furniture the Scientist bought at an auction last weekend. He got a beautiful buffet and matching sideboard for us, and I absolutely love it. (And yes, he did take pictures via cameraphone for me to approve before buying us furniture.) Now I have to find out how to tell my parents I no longer want their Colonial-style buffet and china hutch. Anyone in the Chicagoland area need some furniture? No, I'm serious. Contact me if you want it.
Then he had to go to work (yes, TONIGHT) and I drove home and talked to my mom in Michigan. I guess the latest on Grandma is that they're recommending her for "foster care." Basically, it's kind of a halfway house for people with dementia/Alzheimer's, where several of them live together in one home with live-in nurses. I guess it's supposed to be better for the patients involved, and less costly as well. Mom doesn't have a whole lot of details, but I hope it's a fit. Keep your fingers crossed.
And now I'm going to wear my wedding tiara while I work on freelance stuff. Because I CAN. I love my tiara...
Things worked out fine yesterday after all.
deeablo called to keep me entertained and laughing my ass off, and then completely blew my mind by suggesting that Robbie Williams should open for the Spice Girls on their reunion tour. Seriously, that thought fried my brain completely. And why don't I have a Spice Girls icon? The Scientist showed up as she was reading me the Fandom Wank wiki "woobie" entry, and after hanging up with her, we went to get dinner. Burgers and cheese fries at Ed Debevic's, and then off to find parking for the Oak Brook fireworks. The Oak Brook cops proved to be completely useless and directed us AWAY from the fireworks entirely, so we ended up in a corporetum parking lot with a bunch of other people. I had two fold-out chairs stuffed in my trunk that we hauled out to sit on for the show, which turned out pretty well. The fireworks were lovely, and the rain started to come down just as the finale was starting. All is well with the world. Then we went back to his place, drank champagne, and watched Hot Shots on TV. Oh, Charlie Sheen, what happened to you?Today we got up early and did all the errands I didn't get to complete yesterday. Luckily there's a Party City not a half mile from his apartment, so I got a bunch of decorations for Friday's party. Then off to Target for the gift card, then grocery shopping. Then we went to the Woodridge 4th of July giant picnic. His family has gone every year for the past 19 years. So all of his siblings were there with their significant others (when applicable). His youngest sister was hungover like mad and ended up getting sick while we were playing cards. Dude, I NEVER would have gotten away with being hungover when I was too young for a driver's license. I guess the Scientist wasn't kidding when he said she gets away with anything and everything. (Plus, when three of the other kids were the one to get the youngest drunk in the first place, who do you really punish? Besides ALL OF THEM?)
After that we drove over to his oldest brother's house to check out some furniture the Scientist bought at an auction last weekend. He got a beautiful buffet and matching sideboard for us, and I absolutely love it. (And yes, he did take pictures via cameraphone for me to approve before buying us furniture.) Now I have to find out how to tell my parents I no longer want their Colonial-style buffet and china hutch. Anyone in the Chicagoland area need some furniture? No, I'm serious. Contact me if you want it.
Then he had to go to work (yes, TONIGHT) and I drove home and talked to my mom in Michigan. I guess the latest on Grandma is that they're recommending her for "foster care." Basically, it's kind of a halfway house for people with dementia/Alzheimer's, where several of them live together in one home with live-in nurses. I guess it's supposed to be better for the patients involved, and less costly as well. Mom doesn't have a whole lot of details, but I hope it's a fit. Keep your fingers crossed.
And now I'm going to wear my wedding tiara while I work on freelance stuff. Because I CAN. I love my tiara...