flipperdipperskipper

it's 2 in the morning and i failed at not having an after work nap BUT i'm feeling inordinately, puffin-proud because i've done something amazing.  i've patched two pairs of jeans.  my oh my am i pleased with myself.  you don't know how long the build up to patching these jeans have been.  let's just say it's been weeks.  i've bought patches, jeans needles, watched youtube instructionals, worn a skirt because both my jeans had holes...  let's just say i've been putting it off as usual.  this morning i woke up and dove in wrecklessly.  i patched a pair of jeans that i haven't worn since february.  and just a few moments ago i patched my other pair.  no biggie. shrug.  i do it all the time.  cinch.

late this morning, after kaz had been shopping and back, i noticed him wincing and asked about it.  ya well he had a hole in the back of his mouth right beside his throat openin.  a hole big enough for me to insert my pinky, (not that i inserted my pinky into anyone's mouth.  mental health worker, not dental hygienist.  if i were a hygienist i'd have more money.) so then the whole horror-ball story came out.  previously that morning kaz had his toothbrush in his mouth when, in kaz like fashion he whipped open a cupboard (kaz does everything on turbo speed) and rammed his toothbrush into the back of his mouth, creating an actual hole that one could theoretically stick one's pinky into.  just now he was telling me this and only because i asked.  ode to the stoic japanese.  kaz said it was starting to hurt really bad to talk and open his mouth etc. i wanted him to go to the dr. right away but he had to train a new guy on a te site first.  stakars kaz-kun, she said to herself in a swedish-japanese pidgin created on the spot.

last night i had dinner with evan and esther and family.  esther invited me when i confessed via facebook that i had had their tithing receipt for weeks and weeks.  one good turn deserves another i always say.  i was working on a gigantic post of amy and shawn pics--have been working on it all week/weekend and didn't hear my phone ring way off in the bedroom.  carmen left me two cute messages about why i should hurry and come.  when i got there we talked with sarah and adriel on skype for a while.  it was a little hard due to many little people vying for all sorts of attention.

we had esther's yummy homemade pizza.  in her words "one pepperoni and mush and the other chicken, mush, spinach..." the crust was so yummy and soft.  and a delicious caesar salad with real maple bacon in it.  derishus.

i had a flashback, when evan who was talking to sarah again, on skype kept telling evan jr to be quiet--i was the one making him noisy--eating his ears and feet etc.  i don't know how many times as a teenager i got talked to for making the little kids noisy.  it's my talent--hyping kids up to uncontrollable levels of noise.  everyone needs a talent.  so we went into the other room to play charades and esther joined us.  then we started playing upset the fruit basket which was hilarious.  we made evan sr. play with us.  when he came everyone changed their fruit from strawberry to kumquat, blueberry to mango, and lemon to star fruit.  evan was dragon fruit.  esther kept her watermelon.  carmen named isabel cranberry, which is what we referred to her as the rest of the night.

then we played the animal game which was even more hilarious.  evan jr's passion to get to the elephant spot, carmen's action for her animal was some gross chewing and licking of bark, evan sr added glub glub sounds to the octapus  sign which was wiggling arms and legs at the same time.  that is not a sentence but i don't care enough to fix it.  evan had to go get his pj's on and evan sr. and i would make some animal noise and he would charge in getting us in trouble for playing without him, which made us laugh hard.

before i left esther gave me the bra stick things.  i tried them this morning.  hilarious.  do.not.work.  and for all you kids at home--don't put adhesives on your boobs.  it hurts and your boobs will getchya.

saturday evening i wanted to go for a bike ride on the dike.  try out the new bikerooni.  well i spent some blood and tears trying to raise the seat.  trying to loosen the nut on the bolt which would then allow me to raise the seat.  but the nut would turn and the bolt would turn and there was nothing i could do about it.  i tried.  i tried hard. so finally i thought i'll just walk it up to the gas station to get more air in the tires and see if anyone there can help me.  it was a gorgeous evening.  so gorgeous.  air cost fifty cents at the esso and there were only doofuses around.  ok, i'll walk down to the next one, i decided, undaunted.  and so it was upon arriving at the petrocan that i discovered their air cost a dollar.  no way hosea.  instead of turning back down the road, i turned left and took my bike on a long but lovely walk full of fresh air, and golden end of the day light.  when i got home i could smell freshly cut  grass and i could smell that sweet outdoor smell on my clothes  and in my hair.

soon after that i was starving and once my thoughts had touched down on donairs they could not be taken elsewhere with any degree of success.  so i made a special trip to my old hood to get me some donair fulfillment.  yet another new guy greeted me.  he was in a yellow donair spot t-shirt.  he was no smoldering eyes--way too friendly for that but he was a cutie.  i shall name him cutie-pie-donair-guy.  cutie told me proudly how he worked every day all day.  how that day was like a day off because he didn't have to work until 4pm.  i got two donairs from cutiepiedonairguy.  i was RAVENOUS ok?  i had barely a thing to eat all day.  i polished off all this indulgence with some rolo ice cream.  yes i did.  i took it all home and watched finding neverland.

never-neverland is the black hole our things would disappear to.  i doubt j.m. barrie would approve.

i need to go to bed before it's time to get up...