"I want, I want, I want ... but that's crazy"

Monday, March 11, 2013

Last day

It's the last day of my vacation and I spent a good part of it so far (it's now 2:46 p.m.) doing the most productive thing I could think of - sleeping. 

The girls started their day off on a very bad note. I got up to make sure Munch took her pill, and she was awake and downstairs already, so I thought, "Good, they're set to go to school." I went back to bed. An hour later, Gin came in and asked why the clock said it was 8:40. I looked at my phone and said, "Because it is! Why aren't you at school!?" Seems Gin hadn't got up and Munch had. And Munch had sat downstairs for two hours not bothering to even see why Gin hadn't gotten up yet. Honestly, at their age I shouldn't have to follow them around mornings to get them out the door. I piled them into the car and drove them off, but they were well late by then. Peachy.

I had a bit of fun yesterday with Gin - in that slightly interpretation of "fun" known as embarrassing your children. Gin had talked some months ago of a fan fiction she was writing about One Direction. Well, her fanfic, published a couple of months ago online, she linked from her largely inactive 1D blog, which was linked from her Twitter profile, on which I follow her and she follows me back. Not exactly a treasure hunt to try to locate it, that. Well, she's been chatting online with Niall Horan, from the group, (a fact she said she didn't mind if I wrote about) and I asked her if he'd read her porn fanfic yet. She indignantly replied, "What is wrong with you?! Not all fanfic is like that!" Yeah, well I'd read it, hadn't I? Yes, it was. I said, "Um, it's linked to your Twitter profile."

Cue embarrassment. Horror. Utter mortification.

She deleted the story from the website - I'm not sure if it was her embarrassment about me having read it or the fact that I pointed out it was easy to find and not very flattering of Niall, and he might end up reading it. I told her that I didn't care. I'm not so far removed from her age that I forget what it was like. I just didn't have the internet available to me back then. I probably would have been a fanfic writer too. And hers wasn't like much of that horrible nastiness I've read. She kept it very loving and actually quite responsible. Her character was well above age of consent, developed a whole relationship before getting physical and even used protection. Definitely NOT like most of the other stories I'd read on the fanfic site where she posted. 

Well, after having another chat with her Niall, she seemed to recover enough that we've normalized relations.

I ordered a gift for her a few days ago, and it arrived today. She's been wanting one of those Infinite Directioner necklaces for a long time now. I kept the paper airplane for myself (I've kind of a soft spot for Harry, anyway). They're actually quite nice - especially for the price. 

Just for fun, here's a video of Gin watching the torture scene from the Japanese horror film "Audition." 

Thursday, March 7, 2013

No laughing matter

Well, my vacation plans hit a little bit of a bump in the road (don't they always?), when Monday night I decided to throw caution to the wind and drink six ounces of milk. What followed was a very pointed and, I must say, brutal reminder that lactose intolerance is not something to be trifled with. 

Normally, when I'm being incautious, it's having some cheese or ice cream without taking my lactase supplement. That might result in some minor disturbances but nothing too serious. Straight whole milk, however ... well, I should know better. 

Those six ounces of milk were followed by approximately 14 hours of what felt like the worst flu I'd ever had in my life. I did not sleep - at all. I was in the bathroom experiencing horrors every fifteen minutes - or less - throughout the night, vomiting until my head was pounding ... and I won't even speak of the other end. I never quite got around to just dragging my pillow into the bathroom, so by the time I saw dawn peeking through the window, I was lying in the hallway on the floor because I was simply too exhausted to even make it back to my room. 

Needless to say, just recovering from that and attempting to catch up on the lost sleep has set me behind. 

Yes, even I giggle at the jokes at poor Leonard whenever his lactose intolerance brought up on "The Big Bang Theory," but I can tell you, it's no laughing matter.

Monday, March 4, 2013

My second day off

While my second day off work for my vacation could really be considered no more that an ordinary weekend off work, it was better knowing that there was no work to go to the next day, and I could anticipate not having to set foot into my office for still more than a whole week. That alone is enough to improve an outlook for the day. 

And the day certainly couldn't top my first day off - I mean, how do you top getting One Direction tickets and making your daughter the happiest and weepiest teenager in the whole world, after all? OK. Maybe actually attending that One Direction concert. Or attending a Manchester United match. At Old Trafford. So, it would have been conceivable to top my first day off - but not actually possible. But I digress (I do that sometimes).

I got to sleep in for a little while, then the girls and I were off to my daughter Gin's cheerleading exhibition. her competition was canceled for the weekend, so the YMCA opted to put on a public exhibition instead, complete with the two cheer teams, dance team, and some of the acrobatics and gymnastics students. The kids still got to show off their skills, and we didn't have to drive to Cincinnati and back. 

We had a gap of an hour and a half after dropping off Gin and before we could get in for the show, so Munch and I had lunch at Applebee's. She always enjoys when we get to do something that's just the two of us. 

After cheer, we stopped off at the store for some junk food supplies and a new beanie for Gin (all Directioners need a solid collection of beanies to wear at every opportunity, after all), then we went home for a quiet evening of 1D videos on YouTube (that's become our evening routine). I published something I'd been working on and made a mental catalog of all the things I really should be getting on with during my precious time off work. 

My plans for the week mainly involve getting a lot of housework done and getting some applications in for a new job. If I manage to do that, I'll be satisfied with my vacation.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Another try at a week off

So I've attempted to take another week off work, and this one's already working out a lot better than my last attempt did.

I woke up Saturday morning to the sound of my "Glory, Glory Man United" alarm tone - specifically chosen because no sound is more likely to start my day off well than that tune. As I turned off the alarm, I was treated to an eyeful of my favorite face, who's temporarily become my wallpaper image on my phone again. :)

I got up and made myself a nice cup of coffee and settled in to watch the Manchester United v. Norwich City match. It got off to a slow start, but it more than picked up later, finishing off with a hat-trick for Shinji Kagawa and a screaming beauty of a goal by Wayne Rooney. A 4-0 win is certainly a good way to start my vacation time.

After the match, we were meant to go to my mother's house, but that had to be put off for a little while, since Gin, my 14-year-old daughter, decided we first HAD to watch a One Direction documentary together. I didn't mind. I've come to enjoy the boys quite a lot, and it keeps me closer to my daughter since she knows she can happily share all the latest news about them with me. 1D is her life right now, and my 11-year-old Munch is growing nearly as addicted. 

Well, after the 1D documentary, we were finally able to make it over to my mother's house. We were chatting, and of course, Gin got to talking about 1D. When she was off in the other room, I told my mom that I was able to find tickets for one of their shows - at about $400 per ticket. I didn't expect her to then say, "I can do the $1200. Order the tickets." Well, I pulled out my phone and got on StubHub immediately. There they were - three suite tickets for Auburn Hills, Mich., in July. I ordered the tickets, and Mom said not to say anything about it. I asked her, "How long am I supposed to keep a lid on this?" She suggested I wait until Munch's birthday on March 20th, but then I pointed out that she (Mom) would certainly want to see the reaction. She said, "It's your call."

So I called Gin into the kitchen and handed her my Blackberry showing the confirmation email for ticket purchase. She looked at the screen and said, "What's this?" So I scrolled up to the top of the email and slowly scrolled down so she could read it, "Thank you for your purchase....One Direction with 5 Seconds of Summer...Auburn Hills, Mich., 3 tickets....."

Her eyes grew wider and wider, and she went dead silent. Then tears started streaming down her face, and she ran out of the room completely overwhelmed.

So that was yesterday, and my first day of my week off work. 

It was pretty good. :)