( Gaeilge )
Oh lord, my family.
I called my Mom this morning to check on everyone, since she, an aunt, a couple of uncles and my grandfather are all in the DC area. Granted, not getting hit directly, but I'm not sure there is exactly a directly with Hurricane Sandy, so there's that. Anyway, I call to check on her, she's supplied and hunkered down, grandpa's power lines are buried 'cause he lives in a downtownish apartment building and he already hoards food out of sheer Costco-shopping "oh that looks tasty" absent-mindedness, so there's that. Aunt B has a generator in case of exactly this sort of emergency, and everyone seems fine. Brother is, I think, off at law school. Or possibly back in India or Sierra Leone or wherever the frell he's doing charity work now, I swear.
So, there's that, but my idiot sister was apparently making noises about going to the barn to work this morning. Sis, I love you, but I'm with Mom on hiding your car keys. STAY THE FUCK INDOORS OR I WILL COME SIT ON YOU. I bet I can still kick your ass.
SIBLINGS. I swear.
Boy is sick. Again. Which I suppose is to be expected when you work in a medical field, even one that deals more with brain injuries and age-related dementias, but good gravy. I'm pretty sure it was his boss got him sick this time, on account of how he went in and covered a shift for him 'cause boss/friend wasn't feeling well a few days ago and, well, now look at him. And yet somehow even with all of that I managed to get a shitpile of groceries over the weekend, do three loads of laundry, do the dishes (twice, ugh), cook dinner both nights, help pack up the fiber fair booth, and get a full fucking analysis done on Grimm. Because I am just that awesome. Now if I don't get sick
that'll be my second miracle of the week. So far, so good. I did admittedly do most of this the day before, and spent the better part of yesterday doing nothing but knitting and watching Fringe. And that felt good.
Does anyone know what the hell is up with LJ? I mean, apart from the flist thing and the US offices closing thing. It keeps trying to redirect me either to the LiveJournal main site or to my journal, and when I want to actually look at my flist for my weekly check-in (which is about all I do by now, guys, so those of you who are on LJ only, yeah, DW is the best way to get my attention. Same username, and you can comment with OpenID.) this is kind of a pain in my ass. Or check the Yuletide comms. Or anything useful.
So, I already spent next paycheck's clothing allowance. We'll stop here and take a moment all those who know me to boggle at the fact that I have given myself a clothing allowance. Jeans and t-shirts girl for so long, it's a bit startling what I get up to given half a chance and a medium that lets me put together outfits without looking in department store dressing room mirrors. Because department store dressing room mirrors suck hate. When we all go to hell, Hell will have a room entirely consisting of dressing room mirrors all whispering our flaws to us in the snootiest fashion-consultant voice, and wouldn't it be better if we just did X, Y, or Z horrible procedure/diet? Uh-huh. In the absence of any health and wellness problems I have to pay attention to, my diet is "Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants." That's it. Fuck this fashion crap. But I still want to look kind of nice, so polyvore is now my saviour, shut up Chrome that is too spelled that way. I have no idea why
I spelled it that way today, but it is. Anyway. And I can order stuff online and if I'm smart I don't pay shipping and get to return it for free, too, if it doesn't fit! But since I've got my measurements, size guides generally work for me. Except when they allow "ease." Fuck you I don't need 4 inches of ease. I need the goddamn shirt to fit the way your measurements said it would. Freaks.
Why do I have a clothing allowance. Why do I already have fifty frillion things I want to spend it on. When the hell did this become my life? Oh self, you amuse yourself so. The best thing about Polyvore is that most of the things in the 'my items' folder are either equivalents or just, things I have already. It's like playing paper dolls with my wardrobe!
Ugh, work today. Probably will be busy. Still want the other half of my weekend, but oh well. Should also keep in mind UPS delays all up and down the east coast, while I'm thinking of it. Because that's going to go on forever and a data figure.