March 15th, 2004

pretty, Francine

Bleh, bleh, bleh, shopping, and bleh.

It was a beautiful morning. Too bad I had to spoil it with work. I discovered that the elusive perfume that I love so much and remember from visiting Grandma and GrandfatherSir in California is orange blossoms. Mmm. I must go live somewhere with those, especially if they can bloom a lot during the year.

One of those interesting days at work. Due to my being only half awake, it was a "Why don't we take a trip to the restroom every thirty minutes" days (that's how my bladder works when I'm asleep and also drinking water, don't ask me why). I didn't run into dustraven or trystan_laryssa on our shift change, sadly, even though I was there a half hour over to finish a survey.

I have a note_to_asshat to type up; it involves a cow-orker and my long memory on a certain class of offense. *sigh* I miss what's-her-name the nice trans lady.

I forgot my purse at home today. *sigh* So much for my Organizational Skills.

After I got home, I read my mail and rested up from work, and then votania dragged me out shopping. Yay for shopping. The lunch meat got rescued from the trunk, yay uncivilized lunch meat. I also got any number of interesting things for people to take to work/school for lunch. I need to start baking pot pies myself.

I got my Sam's membership card replaced. There was a very cute cash-register drama where the poor cashier tried to scan and/or enter my card number, and completely failed. I finally had to use votania's card instead. (She is, technically, "my partner", though it's not actually a civil union and it's of convenience rather than romance.) She was happily fed, which was a good change over her passing out. I got my membership card replaced while she loaded up the car. The Membership clerk didn't have to use her card to decipher mine, yay. Anti-yay: I dropped my pizza. Ah well.

On our way back, at a stoplight, I looked up, and said, "Uh-oh."
"What?" votania asked.
In the lane to the left of us, a large black Ford pickup truck was backing up ever so slowly. "That," I said, as its tailpipe mashed into the front bumper/hood of the white mini econobox behind it.
Cellphone was employed to call the cops, with full description of the truck and the incident. Complete with license plate info on the truck and current location. Sadly, they live in our area enough to be around a lot. The asshats were laughing when the people in the white econobox pulled up parallel with them and said something irately out the window.
I'm getting, at least, good at remaining calm when I'm very, very angry.

The Little Fayoumis has been at least somewhat squirrelly all day. Mommy took him to the zoo this morning with the grandparent(s) and the other great-grandmother (grandpa's mom). Now Mommy is out helping whazzname from work, the one who thinks I'm beautiful, with his moving endeavors.

I just went and worked out for 25 minutes on the exercise bike (and I've already hiked 29 minutes commuting to/from work, and I didn't count the shopping trip). After this, I'm planning to walk to the grocery store to get essential things like that goop that I wash my face with.

Update: ralmathon came over. Got new car, because of wreck. Gave backrub. Got backrub. Good to see my big bro.
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Very Happy Lunatic; also, single male geek for temporary grabs for local woman

I don't think I mentioned it loudly enough last night: my big brother came over! Yay! (Brother by virtue of just being brother and also Alaskan, not by anything genetic.) We exchange backrubs, which is a very Good Thing.

He had an ulterior motive: he was showing off his new car, and also getting a backrub from me to work out the kink from the wreck. He's evidently feeling a lot better now, yay. I got a lot of hug-and-snuggle time, which I needed so badly that I didn't even realize how badly I needed it until I got it.

I need hugs and snuggles on a regular basis or evidently I'm not fit for human company, it seems. And I drape all over the person who's snuggling with me. Not because I necessarily want anything other than snuggles, just because I need snuggles. Industrial-strength snuggles. I got a backrub too, and we were very goofily beeping each other's noses. He makes the silliest faces when I poke him. He was poking me too. *giggle* Nice big bro.

He wants sithjawa to visit sometime so that he can meet her for himself and determine that she is not, in fact, a psycho. Hee! Overprotective big brother!

My big bro has decided that he's going to only date people he's actually attracted to now. Also, unattached people he's attracted to, because while he understands polyamory, it's not the thing for him. Furthermore, there must be at least two brain cells to rub together inside the head of the lovely one. Some interests in common would be nice too. Oh, and a straightforward, honest, practical personality would be super, because he's so not into drama queens (having dated at least one). Within his age range (legal, under 30 or so), and he's not ready to commit yet (and he's not particularly thrilled about the prospect of dating someone with a kid). "Attracted to" is one of the sticking points, though, I am gathering, because the people he meets at work are for the most part out (not legal, airheads) and the women he tends to meet gaming are more taken and/or more zaftig than he goes for. Happily, even though he's picky, he has turned "You're a great potential friend, but your body does nothing for me" into a very flattering art form, and the person so turned down generally winds up with the impression that he's just too picky, not that there's anything wrong with them. (Unlike certain blonds we could name, who have tact scores in the negative numbers to counterbalance the rest of their charm and wit.)

So. Any local-to-Phoenix slender smart single gamergeek redhead women between the ages of 18 and 30?