December 22
From my brain
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2009
Me 08:31, 22 December 2009 (EST)
So, I'd heard about it before, caught part of it last night, but finally this morning I watched a full episode of Horders. I gotta tell ya, it scares the hell out of me. Part of it is because of how long this move has taken, and the other part is because I know I have the family background to show the tendencies of it happening in my life.
My grandmother (Mom's side) grew up in the depression. She kept zomg tons of stuff. I remember her keeping stacks and stacks of Enquirers at her bedside table. My grandfather was even worse. He used to keep everything around to the point it was just filthy and sooty in his house (he had a wood-fired stove as the sole heat source). I even remember distinctly taking Wifey there once a few years after we'd been dating (gotta build up to that) and noticing a Kellog's Rice Crispies box......that didn't have Snap, Crackle, or Pop on it. Yeah, that old.
It doesn't stop there though. When we lived at the house back in Medina, I remember my mother keeping stacks and stacks of Woman's Day magazines in the upstairs room heading to the attic. It was worse than Granny's Enquirers as somehow Mom managed to find those wrong, but her stockpile was OK. It was only once my cat, Felix, developed urinary crystals and started peeing all over everything that she finally got rid of them. He'd knocked the piles over and they were all gross. She finally got rid of a bunch, but I think she still had many of them in her room until we were forced to move into an apartment.
Mom still keeps crap like that now. I see it when I go over to her place. Stepdad doesn't do anything to clean up around the place, so it could just be clutter, but I don't know. At least it isn't the bizarre, barely-able-to-navigate paths that are on the TV show, but I can see it getting bad from time to time.
Part of me worries that I'll turn into that. I suppose it's a good sign to see it first in yourself, rather than say, "I'll never have that problem" while sitting in the filth. However, I've caught myself a number of times not wanting to get rid of some of these things. I've heard myself over the last couple of weekends speak in the same voice as these people were using on the show, "No, don't get rid of that."
Scares the hell out of me.
Today, I'm nearly done with the apartment. I have to finish boxing up the kitchen. The cabinets are empty at least; just some pots & pans to package up. Then, box up the "medicine closet" upstairs and the bathroom cabinet (some towels got left behind). Finally the inside will be done when I mop the floors and clean the bathrooms. Then, there's still the garages to broom out...with the leaf blower. I'm saving that for last just cuz it'll be fun. :)
Back to Horders, tough, I've set it to record. Watching it scares me in the way that Ghost Hunters might creep other people out. Then again, maybe it's not Ghost Hunters. Maybe Scare Tactics is more appropriate as that's the way I'm using it on myself.
2008
Me 23:21, 25 December 2008 (EST)
Posting this way-late, but another six months, and another zomglunch is done and over. :(
They customary brunch at Denny's (which was zomghuge), and we then had to decide what movie to see. We were either going to go to a movie or go bowling for the day (as originally, we didn't know if they would in fact do matinees during the week...they did do them due to Christmas vacation), and we settled on a movie. Eagle Eye was playing at the dollar theater, and oddly enough, it had been previewed when we were watching the movie at ZL1. So, we headed for the dollar theater.
First of all, it was dead-empty. I mean, one couple ahead of us, the weird-looking person of female genetic composition (more on that in a moment), and one d00d shuffling boxes. Not even the concession stand was manned (or lit for that matter).
Second: The person of female genetic composition was just...creepy. I don't like to judge people. Got a weird hairstyle that doesn't flatter you at all, fine. I'm by no means the most attractive individual either (everyone's loved by someone). However, this person just had so many personality quirks that it seriously creeped us both out. She rambled post-small talk entirely too long. She seemed desperate for someone to talk to on a dead-quiet day. We almost thought she was gonna follow us into the theater and sit down with us!
We got into our seats and they were tiny, cramped, and the theater just had that old-movie-theater smell. The cool theater from ZL1 was awesomesauce (stadium seating FTW), but this...not so much. After surveying the place, we decided to just bold-faced lie. We made up a great story about "We have time before the movie...we're gonna make a quick dip into the mall. We'll be back." Creepylady wasn't there, and d00d didn't care. We wandered out of the place, and ducked through a store exit that was near my van.
- To Helen: You'll probably NEVER read this blog, but I'm sorry. You're quite possibly a sweet, kind, yet lonely woman, stuck in a dead-end job and being stuck with the likes of d00d probably doesn't make life easier. I feel bad for ditching for the fact you creeped the hell out of me / us. I hope you can forgive me.
So, the dollar theater a wash, we head back to clear the other side of town to the cool (full price) theater. There the discussion begins. "Twilight? Girl meets boy, boy turns out to be vampire? Nah." "Four Christmases? Can't get to Jamaica, let's learn a lesson about the holidays with our relatives? Nah." "Australia? Epic movie, cool sounding plot......but three hours long? WTH, let's do it!"
Seriously, the movie was fan-friggin'tastic. Yes, I know this is comign from the same guy who liked Wanted, but shush...this really was awesomesauce. Huge plot. Epic scenery. And I swear, the movie had at least two (Roxy says three) points where you would have sworn the movie was over...and then it kept going...and getting better.
When the movie was over though, we realized our error: it was now almost 4:30. Roxy had to be home by 7pm for dinner with her dad, and still had to run to her mom's to pick up her puppy. We'd blown three hours of our limited time to hang out with only being able to whisper at each other...zomglunch2 was at a close. :(
We went out into the frozen tundra that was Findlay, OH, sat in the van for a few mins, took a quick picture, hugged, and parted ways. Like last time, five to six hours with a really close friend you only see ever six months seriously sucks. Next time, we're going to make sure there is nothing going on the day of zomglunch3.
2003
Me 21:49, 22, December 2003 (EDT)
Real quick as I'm on vaca (and posting this in the future, but regarding the past...). Called oncologist.
Apprently I was correct: The liver can process alcohol or caffeine, but not repettitive quanities to yo-yo the metabolism, and DEFINATELY not a large quantity in addition in close proximity to a blood test.
[Said in airy voice of medium from Poltergeist.] "This liver.......is clean."
