Woke up this morning feeling very out of sorts due to a dream I had last night- Evidently my subconscious has this great fear of abandonment, since in the dream, Roho was dead, my ex and I tried to make another go at our marriage, and he left me again. I woke up and didn't start crying until Roho was awake.. then I had a fit of the shakes and clinginess. I hate dreams like that.
We called Chicago Home Fitness to inquire about the status of our new treadmill, and lo and behold, it was at the warehouse in Downer's Grove. We called up the panther who was willing to provide muscle to help us move it and promptly headed up north to join us for lunch and heavy lifting. While he was driving, Roho and I ran a few errands- he went over to the post office to pick up stamps for me and mail a package, I ran over to Jewel to pick up a very necessary household item- A broom, (The kitchen and bathroom will be swept and mopped this weekend. Ohhh yes.) and a chic blue nylon collar for Cailet. There was a little dingle-bell on it, which was promptly removed with the aid of a screwdriver and a pair of scissors. (I had no desire to hear little 'tingle-tinkles' all throughout the night.)
Soooooo. We called the warehouse in downer's grove, to find that our new baby was shuttled up to the Mundelein store where we made the offer. Even better! We went to lunch at an excellent Chinese Buffet/Mongolian BBQ place in Buffalo Grove ($4.95 lunch buffet. The tightwad's heaven), then went home to digest a bit before heading over to pick up our new appliance.
After all of us piled into my truck (I *will* finish off that roll of film tomorrow and scan pictures of it, I swear), we tootled over and easily loaded 175lbs of machinery into the bed. Tootled back home and then the fun began. The box wasn't secured very firmly, and it took much grunting, sweating and cursing to get it through the front door. I, of course, had delegated the responsibility of opening doors to myself and left the heavy stuff to the boys; but just watching them was making my muscles ache in sympathy.
I will spare the details of how we got the damned thing up the three flights of stairs, all I will say on that score is- when we move in September, we will hire a crew of little puerto ricans with wheelbarrows to haul the thing back down.
After we had that in place, we discovered that the only way of discouraging inquisitive felines from investigation was to lift the treadmill into its upright position (we bought a folding model) and store it up out of the way. After some rearrangement of living room furniture, everything was set up quite nicely. And I have to say, I really do like it. I'll probably snap some pictures of it tomorrow. (gotta waste film on something!)
After recovering from that, we decided a movie was in order. Feren was less than enthused about Episode II, and after the reviews we had heard.... well... we weren't too thrilled with the idea either. So we attended the matinee of Spiderman. I enjoyed the movie, some parts of it were utter cheese, and others... bothered me. Overall there was something that didn't seem quite right, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I enjoyed it, but I don't think I'd go out of my way to see it again. Maybe in the cheap theater if there was nothing else that caught my interest.
A quick stop at dominick's, then we were home and I began making dinner- Homemade vegetable soup with garlic cheese toast. MMMm. Scrumptious. The boys played chess while I cooked, and it was actually quite pleasant to sit there and watch what is, for most, one of the most boring spectator sports in creation (barring golf).
Movies were debated, and we decided on the first Die Hard (or Original Recipe as Brendan calls it). About... 3/4 through the movie, Feren finally got in touch with Jen to inquire about our plans for tomorrow... a BBQ had been suggested, with an outing on Monday. I was a little concerned about what was to be cooked tomorrow- since I have a particular aversion (due to an unfortunate incident in childhood) to anything that looks remotely like a hot dog, and I didn't want to forage on chips. A quick overview of the menu however soothed all my fears, and the knowledge that Jen herself is going to be trying a recipe means that it's definately going to be tasty.
Speaking of Jen- Feren had mentioned an idea of hers for an artistic piece to me. It would seem that someone we know was under... ah... an unfortunate assumption about the relationship between Feren and Roho. I will post the picture that Jen's thoughts prompted later, after she's seen it.
Mmm. Lessee. Other things I must do this weekend... at some point, clean a little. Sleep a lot. Get lots of quality time with fennec online and off. Hit SAMs for bellpeppers, salsa, and shampoo... (and chicken. almost out. erf.) I also wanted to start going through our things and deciding what we're going to keep and what we'll get rid of, but that may have to wait for next weekend. It looks like Monday's going to be my day to get things done.
Financially, I think that Wednesday, if I haven't heard back from our HR department about my vision benefits, I'm just going to go ahead and schedule an appointment to get my eyes checked. My contacts are bothering me to the point where I can't wear the left one very much, and the prescription on my glasses is... terribly out of date.
Before I do that though, I need to go ahead and recheck my finances to make sure I can afford to do it. Bleh. Finances suck. I spoke briefly with my mother- I had originally planned on presenting her and my father with the wad of cash they loaned me 2 years ago to move to Dallas. Roho mentioned that I should probably pay off everything with interest first, THEN pay off the parents. He had a good point. Mom was cool with that, so hopefully by the end of October, I'll have all known debts that aren't on payment plans (ie car, my old apartment complex bill *mutter*, ect) paid off, and I'll have the cost of my half of the treadmill within our 90 day interest free period. Yipee!
I am going to go ahead and request a copy of my credit report... just so I know what I'm up against. There's no telling what sort of nasties are lurking about in there.
I think I'm going to go ahead and close this off now.. there's more I could ramble about... but I will save that for a future entry.
I do want to close with this-
To my beloved... thank you for the most wonderful afternoon. All day, in tiny little ways you were probably unaware of, you made me feel loved and needed, special and beautiful. It's the little things that made me fall in love with you; and the little ways you have of doing them that will ensure that love for eternities to come. I just want you to know that I'm thankful.
And now that everyone's teeth are rotting, I am going to bed.