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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

day thirty


I must say, I'm pretty pleased with myself. I managed to write every single day for a month. I make no promises about such faithful blogging from this point forward, but I will try to press on with at least comparable frequency.

I bled a lot at the dentist today.

Because of this, my dentist recommended I allow her to put amalgam - rather than composite - fillings in my mouth. It was a bit of an internal struggle for me. I have a tendency to open my mouth pretty wide and the last thing I want is to look like Lil' John's less successful sister. However, I decided that Dr. Berg knows best and allowed it. The plus side is that these unsightly things are a crapload cheaper than the composite fillings. The downside, though, is that, so far, putting anything cold in my mouth hurts like a bitch. I mean, seriously. Like an angry, female dog who decided to orally maim me for stealing one of her pups.

My dear dentist did give me sealants for free today, so I can't help but be glad about that. Plus, that whole office has been bending over backwards to figure out how to get part of my upcoming (dental) implant surgery paid for by the Gentle Dental organization, and for that I am incredibly grateful.

Every time I write Gentle Dental, I write "gental." Things should not be allowed to rhyme that aren't spelled similarly.

Monday, September 29, 2008

day twenty-nine


At the gym tonite, we saw a guy standing in the aerobics room in his tighty-whities, posing in front of a somewhat overweight middle-aged woman. Naturally, it took me by surprise. As it turns out, this fella is going to be in a body building show and was working on his poses. I guess if you can stand in your skivvies in a room made of windows and mirrors for all passers by to see, you can stand in front of a crowd at a body building show. The odd thing was that he wasn't a particularly muscular guy from the look of things. I didn't look too closely, but he wasn't any Schwarzenegger or anything.

I like that Schwarzenegger is apparently in the Firefox dictionary, because it didn't underline it as a misspelled word when I wrote it.

I took the kids to the library today. That's not a euphemism for anything, even though it sounds like it. We fed the ducks, borrowed some books, and fled just before Joey had a fit in the middle of the children's section. Success.

Tomorrow is my last trip to the dentist... until the 15th of October anyway.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

day twenty-eight


It's almost October; at which point I may consider ceasing to number my entries, but I've yet to come to a decision on that. We shall see.

We had our first real social gathering in our home tonite. Molly, Katie, Amos, Dan, Brandon, and Daniel came over for our potluck. It was magnificent. The food was good, the company was good, and we even had some good game time. It's starting to really feel like we live here. We have friends we didn't know before moving to Oregon, and that's quite an accomplishment.

Furthermore, I carved a chicken today, and that is no small feat for my shamefully un-domestic self.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

day twenty-seven


The concept of having some measure of responsibility for children in the wee hours of the nite apparently stresses me out to the point where I can't sleep. On top of this, the kids began their waking at 4am, the last one sleeping in until 6:00. It was rough.

Upon arriving back home, I almost immediately headed back out with the girls to Portland for some exploring. We did some of the usual spots like Powell's and the Waterfront, and switched it up a bit with a little Saturday Market action and a haunted pizza place called Old Town Pizza. If you're every in Portland, I give this place as many stars as it is possible to give a food establishment. Most of those stars are for atmosphere. The pizza's good, but the atmosphere is awesome.

The crew just headed out for a little karaoke. I, needless to say, am a little too tired for that.

On a more melancholy note, dear Paul Newman has shed this mortal coil. I think it's safe to say that this is a sad day for just about every American. Paul Newman embodied everything that's good and pure about Hollywood. They just don't make 'em like that anymore.

Friday, September 26, 2008

day twenty-six


Today was Karen and Kattie's birthday. We ventured into Portland to visit the Rose Garden and wander Hawthorne. We ate lunch at the site of my first date with Kyo. It was just as good as I remember. Plus, I had considerably fewer butterflies this time.

I'm currently doing an overnite nanny shift. So far I've watched the presidential debate and put on my pajamas. It's a hard knock life for me.

Tomorrow we're heading into the city for the Saturday Market and some other excursions yet to be determined. My life is so full right now, I can hardly handle it.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

day twenty-five


Today I got good news from the dentist. Well, good news that's sucky but convenient right now. It turns out that the infection in my mouth is actually a direct result of a procedure I had done at Gentle Dental in Costa Mesa. That's the sucky part. This could have all been avoided. Nothing I did caused it.

On the plus side, this means that they should at least pay for part of the extraction and implant surgeries. This means less money out of my, err, Kyo's pocket. I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm happy, but I am a bit relieved.

Tomorrow is Kattie's birthday. Karen, Emily, and her friend Jessalyn are arriving tonite for the occasion and will be here until Tuesday. It's going to be crazy here at the Fort.

We're having a potluck at our house with our new friends on Sunday. Time for us to get all Martha Stewart.

26 minutes till the Office. I'm so ready.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

day twenty-four


My attempt to get to the dentist today was a failure. Big time. I don't want to talk about it.

Otherwise, a successful day was had. Kattie and I went to the youth group thing at Living Hope. It was.... intense. We played a Jeopardy meets Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader type game in which our phones served as our buzzers. It got pretty heated, but let it be known: Our group OWNED the pop culture category.

A couple more fillings tomorrow. PTL, I'm almost done with these dental disasters.

I should just get dentures.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

day twenty-three


My roomies and I actually left the house after 9 o'clock this fine evening. We went bowling with our new church friends. It was fantastic. It's so nice to have friends outside the house. I'm not downplaying the awesomeness of my roommates, but I have to say that it's nice to see some different faces. I think they like us.

I got a couple fillings today. Not my favorite activity. Two more on Thursday. Big sigh.

I'm exhausted. Friendship is overstimulating.

Monday, September 22, 2008

day twenty-two


I've been following this forum where people are debating whether or not it's okay to teach your children your religion. It's a stupid conversation. Of course it's okay. The right to practice religion freely is one of the big concepts upon which this country was founded. That's not to say that religious oppression hasn't been a part of its history, but I like to think at this point we're getting past that. It's just funny to see militant atheists try to argue that parents have no right to introduce their children to their faith until they're at least sixteen and can make up their minds for themselves. They're saying that it's irreparably detrimental to their future well-being, and their proof is in the website exchristian.com. Big shocker that on a website for ex-Christians people are bitching about how harmful religion was growing up. I'm not saying no harm has ever been done by people claiming to act on behalf of God, but passing the belief in God on to your kids is not inherently detrimental. That's just ridiculous. Not to teach your child the faith that you believe is Truth would be hypocritical - another thing that I'm sure these same people would be quick to attack.

The discussion has been making me so stressed out that I finally unsubscribed from the forum today. It was making me grind my teeth, and my teeth do not need anymore abuse.

In other news, I got new glasses today. Or, well, I ordered new glasses. They'll be here in two weeks. I can't wait to wear glasses with two arms on them.

Also, I hate Sudoku.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

day twenty-one


We made friends! Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles!

While Hillary, Emil, and I were patting ourselves on the backs for actually going out tonite and grabbing some grub at a McMenamins, we got a phone call from a girl they'd met at the church picnic two weeks ago. She invited us to a get-together at her friend's house. Of course we said yes. I mean, we have zero friends who we didn't move to Oregon already knowing. This was a golden opportunity.

Now we have bowling to look forward to this Tuesday with our newfound playmates. We are overjoyed. The romantics in the house are already trying to figure out ways to set up the single roommates with the cute farmboys present at the function. I think it'll work and it'll be brilliant.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

day twenty


The girls and Jojo are watching the third Little Mermaid movie. Yes, there are actually three of them. Who knew? I'm updating from my phone since there's no wireless here. I wouldn't dream of shirking my blogging responsibilities. I do reserve the right to disclaim any typos in this entry due to the difficulty of monitoring such things on a cell phone screen - albeit a large and awesome one (props to my sister for my new enV2).

Friday, September 19, 2008

day nineteen

Katie turned six today. She lamented to me the fact that she didn't feel any different than she did when she was five and a half. I can commiserate. I have felt that way many a time. Oddly, though, twenty-three does feel quite different than twenty-two - and certainly worlds different from five and a half (though there are similarities). I think it's the way it sounds. That three thrown in the mix changes everything.

Emil and I decided to be real people and at least go somewhere on our Friday nite. We went to L&L for some Hawaiian grub, and followed that with a trip to Powell's. We were then rejected by not one, but two different bus drivers trying to catch a ride to the Beaverton Transit Center. Normally the bus drivers around here are pretty legit, but I guess it was d-bag nite here in Zone 3 of the TriMet system.

I'm exhausted, but we are forcing ourselves to stay awake and watch Hard Candy. NetFlix is detrimental to sleep patterns. However, I stayed up reading till 3:30am, so I think that I am just detrimental to my sleep patterns.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

day eighteen

Summer finally seems to be relenting a bit and making way for autumn. It was a nice, cool, overcast day here in the city of beavers. I'm hoping that this is a trend and not just a a short recess from the unseasonable heat. It should never be over 90 in September. It's unethical.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

day seventeen

My glasses inexplicably broke today. I was just sitting on the couch, looked down, and noted that the previously unbroken arm of my glasses was bent at a curious angle. I picked them up, attempted to adjust the arm, and was left with two separate pieces in my hand. With a sigh, I shuffled into the kitchen and retrieved a roll of Scotch tape with which to make a hasty repair that will have to tide me over until my optometrist appointment next week.

I went to the gym without glasses tonite. My head hurts now. On the plus side, I could not watch the interview with Sarah Palin that was playing on Fox News at the time. Every time I'm at the gym, Fox News is talking about Sarah Palin. That also makes my head hurt.

Speaking of TV politics, Oregon politicians fight dirty. At least Gordon Smith does, anyway. I don't know anything about Jeff Merkley, but if I were a resident of Oregon I feel like I'd vote for him simply because Gordon Smith's smear campaign against him is so ridiculously brutal.

I hate politics.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

day sixteen

I cannot say that today was nearly as eventful as yesterday. I felt sluggish. I did, however, buy Dr. Horrible on iTunes, including a couple songs from the soundtrack. I've listened to them several times already. I'm addicted. Man, if Neil Patrick Harris weren't gay... and if I weren't spoken for...

I'm noticing a wholly unintentional trend in my reading material these days. Judging by the titles I'm currently using to lull me to sleep at nite, I'm one twisted individual. The Terror chronicles an ill-fated Arctic sea expedition in which crew members are munched and mutilated by some mysterious beast on the ice. In The Woods tells the tale of a police detective in Ireland who was found with shoes full of blood not belonging to him as a child, his two friends having, presumably, been murdered. Finally, An Absolute Gentleman is a fictional memoir of a rather pleasant serial killer.

Sometimes I have nightmares.

Monday, September 15, 2008

day fifteen

Considering my fairly homebody-ish nature, I actually had quite a few adventures today. I took dear, sweet Joey to the Hillsboro Library where we fed ducks and everyone who passed us by ooh'ed and aah'ed at how adorable he was. Seriously, he's cute. I'd like to claim he's mine, but I think his blonde hair and lack of skintone give me away. I'll settle for being recognized as the lucky babysitter.

When I got home from nannying today, Kattie and Hil were headed out to the Beaverton Library, so I joined them on that outing and procured for myself a Washington County library card. I inaugurated it by borrowing every Phil Collins CD in the library's collection, as well as a couple of books I probably don't have time to read but could not resist.

Kattie and I followed the journey up with a trip to a local coffee shop called Ava's. We chatted about life, family, gender roles, and all the other normal things that come up in conversation over a cuppa joe - or, in my case, a tall blended caramel cappucino.

Naturally, the gym followed such an imposing caloric intake. And now it's time to pick up Emil, who abandoned me for California this past week, from the airport.

My, my. Look at all my adventures. I'm a regular Beryl Markham.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

day fourteen

My MacBook and I have been bonding today. I have been diligently working to accomplish all of the things that theknot.com tells me are of the utmost importance at this point in the planning process - wedding website, registries, location scouting, and the like. It's a bit of a headache.

The part of me that loves to be one step ahead of everything enjoys the meticulous planning and daydreaming involved in all of this. I think, though, that it's probably that very same forward-thinking aspect of my personality that is annoyed that nothing can be set in stone just yet. As much as I like a good surprise, I am also a big proponent of predictability in certain cases. Anything that is going to require great time and effort from me falls under the latter category.

Don't get me the wrong idea about my day, though. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. So I've punctuated my obsessive-compulsive planning with a few episodes of Gossip Girl and several viewings of my new favorite viral video, Jesus is My Friend. It does a body good.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

day thirteen

I've never considered myself cool enough to hang around in coffee shops for extended periods of time. Yesterday I managed all of ten minutes in the Barnes & Noble Starbucks and felt quite accomplished. Today, however, I was gripped by the feeling that, if I'm going to go to the trouble in the morning of adorning my finger with this opulent diamond, I should really justify it by at least leaving the house. It just seems weird, after all, to put on jewelry with no intention of going anywhere beyond the mailbox. So, when Yarby invited me along on her near daily trek to Bella - a coffee house in the ritzy Streets of Tanasbourne - I decided I should tag along. It was actually quite nice, although the teenage boys manning the store on this particular occasion were blasting some ambiance-shattering screamo music. That setback aside, I'd certainly do it again should the invitation be extended.

We later attempted a much-needed work out session at Bally, but realized upon arriving that it's Saturday and they closed at 7:00. It was 6:44.

Instead, we went to Dairy Queen.

Friday, September 12, 2008

day twelve

I abhor the dentist.

Well, okay, not the dentist herself. I actually quite like Dr. Berg. She's a sweet lady. From the look of her, she can't be a whole lot older than I am. I have no complaints about her. I just hate the fact that my teeth, no matter how much I brush/floss them, and no matter how little sugar I ingest, will always be a problem. In today's battle between my teeth and my wallet, my teeth struck a potentially fatal blow to their opponent. Aside from the usual cavities and things, I have an incredibly bad infection in one of my molars, which will require its more or less immediate extraction. Once that happens, a $4,000 implant surgery which is not covered by (my or any other) insurance will need to take place.

Dear Life,
In case you hadn't heard, in a month and a half I need to start paying off the massive amounts of debt I incurred during my stay at Vanguard University. Also, I'm getting married. If you could please refrain from creating any further situations that will cost me an arm, a leg, and perhaps my first born child, that'd be great.
Sincerely,
Corrigan (soon to be Edmoundson) Albouy-Vaughan

Thursday, September 11, 2008

day eleven

Epiphany of the week: It takes kind of a long time to get to and from the airport on the MAX.

Leiko brought her wonderfully chubby baby Dakota over for a bit of doting from his Uncle and future Aunt. He's a pretty awesome baby. You'd like him, Reader-of-Mine. I really think you'd approve.

Unfortunately for me, the mister had to return to the black hole of Southern California, so after a bite to eat at the airport, I sent him on his way. Mind you, when I say I sent him on his way, I mean that I asked more than a few times if he was sure he had to leave and supervised his entire journey through airport security before finally slinking down to the MAX in defeat. I hate battles that I can't win. Cursed Vanguard for providing my fella with full-time employment.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

day ten

In the words of M.I.A., blaze-a-blaze, galangalangalang. I don't really know what that means, but I promise I'm not a stoner.

We watched Smart People, which was pretty average except for the fact that Thomas Haden Church plays one of the funniest characters I've seen in a movie in, um, ever. We followed that up with a little Benny & Joon. Obviously an excellent choice. I needn't tell anyone that. Oh yes, and Kyo has just brought up the fact that we supplemented these experiences with some fantastic take-out from one of my favorite haunts: Extreme Pizza. He also adds that there was birthday caramel apple cheesecake made by Kattie Frosberg and Hillary Karwowski. He would further like the reader to know that he realizes that this is NOT, in fact, his blog, but that he hopes it makes up for his epic suckitude in updating his own. The epic suckitude part may have been my words.

Anyway, all this to say, in the words of Luce, it's a pretty good day - I'm looking forward to tomorrow.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

day nine

Happy birthday to me! It would probably be an understatement to say that it was eventful, but that's the word I'm going to use. Yup. It was eventful. I took the MAX to get Kyo from the airport, we went on some adventures, hung out at the zoo, and got engaged. The penguins were our witnesses. I have some major bling going on. But don't worry - I'm still Jenny from the block.

As a celebration of both my 23rd year of existence and this crazy engagement thing, the roomies, Kyo, and I went to IHOP. I'm willing to claim with some sense of certainty that this was pretty much the greatest IHOP experience ever. Let's just say there were free cherry shakes involved. You can admit that you're jealous and, I promise, I will not judge.

Tomorrow I finally get to see Dark Knight. I'm having a good week. I should be on Best Week Ever.

Monday, September 8, 2008

day eight

It is my last day of being twenty-two. This year has been good to me, but I'm looking forward to a fairly awesome twenty-third. It starts on a high note when a certain adjunct professor from Vanguard University arrives in PDX tomorrow to whisk me away on a day full of adventures. I have heard promises of steak and pancakes. Separate meals, I assure you.

I can't think (or write) when I'm listening Tim Hughes.

It's off to Bally for me with my dear roomies. I can no longer sit and be fit (though I enjoy engaging in that activity with the wonderful elderly folks at the Avalon Senior Center and my good friend Marcus DeLeon).

Sunday, September 7, 2008

day seven

I missed the church picnic today because I realized I would've had to get on the bus to leave for work as soon as I got there due to the irregular Sunday bus schedule. Epic fail.

Fortunately, Hillary and Emily made some friends in my absence and they have promised to have them (over) for Tuesday Night Breakfast next week. This week's TNB, however, is an elite affair. It is my birthday breakfast, and that must take priority over entertaining new guests. Call me self-centered, but, dammit, it's all about me.

I'm kidding, by the way.

The girls made a birthday cake for me today. I think they ended up wearing more of it than they ate. It was hard to tell, though, whether it was the chocolate cake or the inexplicable amount of magic marker staining Nikki's face that looked most obtrusive.

I put In the Name of the Father in the mailbox today. I hope that whatever Netflix sends me next is happier. I could peek at my queue, but I can't help but relish the surprise.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

day six

For the billionth time in my nine years or so of having a debit card, I have lost it. This made it impossible for me to get cash out to take the MAX to see my dear friend (that lay in the house that Jack built), Connor. I am sad. I am also sad because I just watched In The Name of the Father. I bawled my eyes out. I'm such a sap.

On a slightly random note, I've never been a particularly political person (unless those politics pertain to Northern Ireland). However, I think everyone has become at least a little bit political during this crazy circus of a presidential race we have going on right now. Up until, oh, a week or so ago, I was still undecided between presidential candidates. When McCain chose Sarah Palin as his running mate, though, I thought that any thinking person would see through this ridiculous gimmick and realize that their only option was to choose Obama. Oddly, some brilliant people I know for some reason fell for it. I'm stunned. There is so much wrong with Sarah Palin - and none of this is based on her being a woman or having a pregnant teen or whatever other things that people like to blame opposition to her on so that they don't have to face the facts - that I don't even know where to begin. It just saddens me that some people are so staunchly set on voting with a party or ideal that they are blind to the fact that they're being duped.

The office of the presidency has a tendency to age its incumbent some ten to fifteen years over a four year span. This doesnt even include the years the campaign itself tacks on. As such, i can't help but feel that a vote for McCain is, in all actuality, a vote for Sarah Palin. I mean, the grim reaper is standing at the White House door with a welcome basket for our war-hero friend. And God help us all if he does kick the bucket and that woman ever becomes commander-in-chief.

Anyway, thus ends my first and only political rant.

In other news, I am watching Failure to Launch, and all I can say is that I never had any desire to see Terry Bradshaw naked, and could have lived a happy life without seeing him disrobe. I can only hope that, from this point forward, this never happens again.

Friday, September 5, 2008

day five

Today when I picked up Katie from the bus stop after she got home from kindergarten, the first words out of her mouth were, "I have a boyfriend. His name is Ethan and we fell in love. He's the handsomest boy I've ever seen." I so miss kindergarten. I think I want to be a little kid when I grow up.

I am feeling incredibly lethargic this evening, but I've still got some Bally time to attend to with Emil and Yarby, and I'd really like to hang out with Connor Maguire, who is one of the coolest people you will ever have the privilege of meeting (should you, in fact, ever get the privilege of meeting him).

I should also really watch the movie I got from Netflix three weeks ago. I am squandering my $8.99 a month.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

day four

I don't know if you've ever had one of those days where you look back on it and realize that you did absolutely nothing, but when I have days off, that can generally be said of any one of them. Today was no exception. I honestly can hardly recall doing anything at all. I watched some Discovery Channel. I ate a couple times. I went to the gym with Yarby. Other than that, I can only assume that I was completely motionless and nigh thoughtless for the rest of the day. Either that or I entered into some sort of parallel universe around 9am when I woke up, and didn't come back to our own dimension until 5pm when I tuned in to "It Takes A Thief." I'm willing to accept either explanation.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

day three

Little kid meltdowns are fun. And by that I mean: They're not. Dearest Nikki, whom I love, had a total panic attack over having to wait a half hour to watch a DVD she was particularly in the mood for. I gave her some space for a while, though, and twenty minutes later she came out of her room with a huge smile on her face as if nothing had happened. O, to live so simple a life that what seems a tragedy one moment is no more than a distant memory the next.

I made a dentist appointment and an optometrist appointment today. I felt like a big girl. Well, except for the fact that I kept having to call my mom for missing bits of information necessary for insurance purposes. I have come to terms with my dependence upon my mother's guidance.

My foot is asleep.

There are six days until my birthday. Exactly six years before I first made my debut on this planet (That's September 9, 1979, in case you were stumped), a little comic called For Better or For Worse made its own debut. In today's photo, I am holding up the very last FBoFW strip. I would be lying if I said I didn't shed a tear or two when I read it.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

day two

It was a 9 to 5 day, but a good one. The kids were phenomenal. The picture above was taken by Katie, the nearly-six-year-old. Her sister Nikki was on my shoulders, but Katie apparently didn't see fit to include her in the picture.

I really love the family I work for. They're truly amazing and they make me feel incredibly appreciated. Sure, I'm not the biggest fan of waking up in the morning, but if I'm gonna do it for anything, this is the best reason I can think of.

We used our gym passes for the first time tonite and it felt marvelous. I hate being sedentary, but, on the other hand, I also hate exercise. Kind of a catch-22. I'm trying to fix it.

Tomorrow I will be meeting the nice people at Nikki's pre-school in the morning - a precautionary measure so's to not cause alarm when a random black girl attempts to pick her up at the end of the day.

Monday, September 1, 2008

day one

Arbitrarily, I have decided that today is the first day of the rest of my life. Arguably, this could be said of every day in which I wake up. I am aware of that fact. Nonetheless, I've made my decision. Today is day one.

On this first day, I slept in nice and late. I tooled around on the Internet for a bit, then went grocery shopping. After all, I'm a big kid now. Gotta make sure I'm fed and fed well.

Trader Joe's was followed by a trip to Bally Fitness where Emil and I secured gym memberships for a paltry $19 a month thanks to a helpful employee named Tim and our incredibly common last names. I won't go into detail as to how those worked to our advantage lest it be discovered that the method was terribly illegal. Fearing for Tim's job, I asked if he would get in trouble for this deal. "Nah," he replied. "They make it easy for a reason." Fair enough. Who am I to press the issue any further?

Now I'm winding down the day with a bit of Anthony Bourdain. It's bed for me early tonite since tomorrow is a work day. Eight days until I'm 23. I think I'll feel more adult then. I'm damn near sure of it.