gypsygirl

One thing about having a parent come to visit, is that I feel the need to make sure everything in the apartment is really clean and tidy. Ok, let me make that a bit more specific. One thing about having my mother come to visit, because when my dad came, I just vaccumed and called it a day. So... spring cleaning in December. It's been an interesting (and busy) weekend. And I haven't quite finished yet.

I've also spent a little time finishing a couple of books that I wasn't sure she'd approve of, so I could get them out of sight. No, no, get your mind out of the gutter! It's just that my parents are both pretty conservative, and I think they'd have kittens if they saw that I was reading a series of mysteries featuring Chicago's only wizard that advertises in the phone book (the Dresden Files, by Jim Butcher). Vampires, fey folk, demons... yeah, they'd think I'd gone over to the dark side. But if they don't know, they can't fuss me about it.

So bored! I'm running out of things to do and a university library during the holidays is just not a really exciting place in and of itself if you don't have any work to do. I'm vaguely considering heading down to the coffeeshop, just to see if it's open. Anything to get me moving at least for a short time.

Well, one good thing about it only being the first week of the holidays, is that there are still student workers around, so at least I have someone to chat with today. Next week? No such luck. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself next week. Well, at least it'll be a short week. Yay! And my mother will be coming in Wednesday or Thursday evening. Double yay!

I'm free! Woohoo! Free from what, you ask? Classes, of course! I had a project, a final and a paper; the paper was the last I finished and I turned that in to the prof on Tuesday. Now I just have to wait for the results, but I'm fairly confident of both my classes. Well, actually, fairly confident of one, and 100% certain of the other.

And now I just have a couple of weeks of work before Christmas break; and we're getting three extra holidays this year (I'm convinced we were given them so we wouldn't complain as much about not having gotten raises this year), so I won't have to use any of my hard earned vacation days for the break! Woohoo again!

This year my mother's coming to stay with me for Christmas, and we're giving each other bowling balls for gifts. Are we nerds or what! In order to each get exactly what we like, we're each buying our own ball, and then we're going to swap and give them back to each other Christmas day. The whole idea makes me giggle. Only problem is that I'm having a bit of trouble finding a place to buy mine near Waco. I have one lead left that I need to follow up, but if it doesn't work, I'm going to have to start calling bowling alleys in Austin or Fort Worth.

I was recently sent some photos from the wedding of one of my cousins in England. Apparently, my birth-mother and her husband run a "silliest hat" contest at events like these.

Now, I ask you, who on earth told this person that this was attractive, or indeed, even a hat?? In case you were wondering, this was the first place winner.

Second place went to the mother of the bride, who was wearing a very large, black and white, feathered concoction that didn't match the rest of her outfit.

Third place also had feathers, they seemed to be the accessory of choice that day. It looked rather like something worn by a Shakespearean sprite. One who was, perhaps slightly tispy... and didn't have a mirror.

My aunt, the mother of the groom, was quite thrilled that her hat, a rather subdued upside-down flower pot type number, didn't make the top three.

Myself, I tend to stay away from hats. There are really only four occasions on which I will wear a hat. One: if it's part of a costume for a play. Two: if I'm having a bad hair day and don't have to go to work. Three: if I'm going to be spending a while out in the sun and will need a sunshade (both two and three are usually baseball caps). Four: in winter, to keep the tops of my ears warm. And I usually try to stay away from feathers, fruit, flowers, stuffed animals, small cages with live animals, etc.

So, I got the orginal Star Wars trilogy on DVD last week. Yes, it's official, I'm a nerd. Still, I hadn't watched it in a couple of years, so I guess I'm not as far gone as some other people I know. Shut up! I'm not!

I did make my dad watch it with me, though, and that was an interesting experience as he's a psychologist and is never off-duty (claims he loves his work) so everything gets psychoanalyzed. That's fun to watch with Star Wars (LOL).

Also, I hadn't seen the additional scenes in eps. 5 & 6 because I only went to see ep. 4 at the theatre when they were re-released in '97, so that was fun.

Now I'm just waiting for ep. 3 to come out next year. Not to say I'm looking forward to it, because I'm sort of dreading it, if it's going to be like the last two, but at least that'll be the end of it. We'll know the whole story and have closure and be able to enjoy the DVD's of the original three.