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Jul. 16th, 2008 11:59 pmThis evening was fun.
e_dog came over and we watched the first two episodes of SGA's third season - "No Man's Land" and "Misbegotten". (And if the whispers I've heard are true, there's some stuff going down this season that's going to kick ass.) It's been a lot of fun watching SGA with
e_dog and watching her fall in love with it and SG-1.
And I'm doing this weird thing where I'm doing my normal "this time last week, I was..." that I usually do after a con or a trip, while at the same time doing my normal, "In a few days I'm going to be..." that I normally do before a trip. Therefore, I'm a bit confused because I don't know if I should be sad that Shore Leave is over, since I was looking forward to that for so long or ecstatic that I'm going to be at
eternalmusings' for a week - which I've been ecstatic about for quite some time as well.
Tomorrow's going to be insane. I have to do laundry and pack because I'm going down to
eternalmusings' house Friday right after work for the week. (And
luvxander is going to be there too - yay!) I also have to take my dog over to my grammy's tomorrow night so I won't have to do it on Friday, since my dad's away on vacation until some time Saturday. I also want to go to the grocery store and get a few things, so I'll have them on Friday and Saturday, since I don't want to make
eternalmusings go with me until the three of us are together on Sunday.
Add into this mix my conversation with my dad tonight, in which he tells me that he wants me to use the skimmer in the pool to get out the leaves and mow the lawn. And then gets upset when I voice my trepidation about using the lawn mower because, while I don't mind cutting the grass, the last few times I've tried to use it, it's been acting weird - including not starting at all the most recent time. And, of course, it works fine for my dad (and/or he knows how to get it working), therefore there's no problem. I'm going to love seeing what happens if I don't get it all done before it gets dark because I get off work a few minutes after six and won't get home until about 6:20 or so. And I'm going to try to wait until I'm done, but there might be a break in there for dinner too. *sigh* I hope I get some sleep tomorrow night.
And this comes after yesterday morning when I talked to my dad and he asked me what my plans were for last night and I told him that I wasn't sure, but that I wanted to go over to Border's for something. (I had promised
eternalmusings I'd bring down the SGA season 4 dvds - which would mean actually getting the dvds, since I didn't have a chance to last week.) He then proceeds to tell me that I can always go to Borders later, since it's open later and that I *really* *should* go to the gym first because I really need to. Considering how adamant he was about that, I didn't feel like getting into a whole other argument by telling him that I was unsure about going to the gym because the ball of my left foot was hurting due to some cracks that had developed on Sunday and that after two days on my feet at work, I didn't know if it would be a wise idea to go to the gym. (Whereas I didn't think the five minutes in Borders would be a big deal.) And I did take Patch for a walk yesterday and I did ride my bike to work, so it wasn't without some excercise.
Okay, I'm off to do some more writing in the hopes of finishing this part before I go down to see
eternalmusings and
luvxander.
And I'm doing this weird thing where I'm doing my normal "this time last week, I was..." that I usually do after a con or a trip, while at the same time doing my normal, "In a few days I'm going to be..." that I normally do before a trip. Therefore, I'm a bit confused because I don't know if I should be sad that Shore Leave is over, since I was looking forward to that for so long or ecstatic that I'm going to be at
Tomorrow's going to be insane. I have to do laundry and pack because I'm going down to
Add into this mix my conversation with my dad tonight, in which he tells me that he wants me to use the skimmer in the pool to get out the leaves and mow the lawn. And then gets upset when I voice my trepidation about using the lawn mower because, while I don't mind cutting the grass, the last few times I've tried to use it, it's been acting weird - including not starting at all the most recent time. And, of course, it works fine for my dad (and/or he knows how to get it working), therefore there's no problem. I'm going to love seeing what happens if I don't get it all done before it gets dark because I get off work a few minutes after six and won't get home until about 6:20 or so. And I'm going to try to wait until I'm done, but there might be a break in there for dinner too. *sigh* I hope I get some sleep tomorrow night.
And this comes after yesterday morning when I talked to my dad and he asked me what my plans were for last night and I told him that I wasn't sure, but that I wanted to go over to Border's for something. (I had promised
Okay, I'm off to do some more writing in the hopes of finishing this part before I go down to see