he just called to ask what i want for christmas, and i was saying i didn't know, blah blah while i'm taking my dinner out of the oven.

he's like, "what are you doing?" (but if you could only hear my dad's really awkward, semi-yelling voice, this would be hilarious)
and i said, "i'm taking a lasagna out of the oven."
dad says, "a lasagna that you made?"
i respond, "yeah, i made it just now."
dad asks again, "but ... you made it??"
and i laugh, saying, "yeah. i made all this meat sauce a while back and i couldn't eat it all, so i froze the rest and decided today i wanted lasagna. so i just made one."
and he's like, "so you actually made sauce?" and he's totally yelling into the phone now.
and i'm thinking, wtf dad? why are you so CRAZY? so i'm like, "yeah, i made the sauce out of some veal and pork and beef and stuff, like fresh herbs and tomatoes and shit. then today, i mixed up the ricotta and stuff and made a lasagna."
dad says, "you just decided to make a lasagna. have you ever made one before?"
and i say, "no, but how hard could it really be?"
and he just laughs and says, "shit."
and i'm laughing at how fucking NUTS my dad is, and i'm like, "yeah, it's a spinach lasagna, too."
and then i hear him get really close to the phone, and he's like, "so you know when i come up there you're making me one of those."
and i said, "okay, well get up here and i'll make it!"
and he laughs super hard and is just like, "ALRIGHT I LOVE YA, BEBBE. BYE!"

and just like hung up. i know this totally doesn't capture the essence of HOW FUCKING WEIRD my dad is, but i can't stop laughing. he's the best.

ETA: the lasagna in question.

also, i forgot to tell the nurse a little while ago that i am allergic to everything but tylenol, so i think she gave me some ibuprofen because my throat is now nearly closed, i cannot swallow, and i have several hives. what a totally rad few weeks i've been having.

andrew jackson jihad's new album is fucking fantastic.

oh, just an update? my dr. says i could have mono. blood test friday.

why do the meanest sleepy people always want you to wake them up? they say, "DON'T LET ME GO BACK TO SLEEP!" so you're like, ah. this is going to be awesome.

donald is such an asshole when you wake him up. i told him last night that i think it's the only thing i don't like about him. a couple fridays ago he fell asleep during a shitty movie, and since he was exhausted, i let him sleep through it (about 90 minutes). i woke him up so we could go to bed, and he was like a 5 year old. "NO! leave me alooooooooneeee. go away!" and gave me the finger. i was like "fine, sleep on the couch by yourself, you fucking turd." eventually i just shook him until he stood up and was awake for real.

then last night, he told me to wake him up today at 5 so he could go to work, so being an amazing girlfriend, i set 2 alarms for him and woke up at 5 so i could wake HIM up. the first one went off and he said, "ok, i'm up. turn it off!" i'm like alright, dude. the second went off at 5:05, and i'm like, "seriously, wake up now." and he gives me the "alright, i'm just laying here" bit, then i hear snoring. at 5:10, i say, "seriously, GET UP," and i'm shaking him, and he's like, "I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR 26 YEARS." and i said, "oh so you've been working since you were like 2?" and he says, "yeah, i was on the fucking block." it was sooooo ridiculous. like wtf, were you a hustlin' toddler?

the best part of all of this is that he doesn't remember ANYTHING at all. i'm probably going to make a tag for ridiculous shit he says when he's asleep so i can show it to him later.

also, my infected tonsil is not getting any better and i'm halfway through my second antibiotic for this. what the shit, dude. the dr gave me an allergy med for congestion (since i have a sinus infection, too), and i took it for the first time today and it just made it worse. -_-

so on sunday donald asked me if i wanted to drive up there to go to this thai restaurant i love, and like, i just couldn't get it together! my texts were making no sense. then i texted him today to ask if he wanted me to come up tonite instead, and again, i was just talking gibberish. i just couldn't say what i wanted to say! then i was getting really frustrated with him because he was getting frustrated with me making no sense, and he was finally like, "fine i'll come down there some time this week. jeez." and of course then, i was thinking, "WHY AM I BEING SUCH AN ASSHOLE!? WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH ME!?" and i got all upset because i have been feeling depressed for days, so i called him and we cleared up what i was trying to tell him in the first place.

after i hung up the phone, i was sitting here wondering what the fuck, then it occurred to me: my period is coming in 3 days. hahaha. the iud has totally thrown me off, because my physical PMS symptoms aren't happening, but the crazy psycho woman mental ones sure are. now it all makes sense: why i've been sleeping like 14 hours a day, why my back has been killing me for days now, and why i'm an emotional wreck. so funny that it was like detective work.

so this is my crafty idea. i love taking baths, and i love bath salts because they make me feel better. my super achey back, my hurty arms, my swollen ankles (some days i'm just teaching REALLY hard). but what i truly need is a bath that smells amazing. so i figured, why not make bath salts that smell like delicious baked goods? so i bought some supplies over the weekend and they're on the way to me, and i'm pretty excited to mix up the first batch. i got jars and everything so i can see if they sell at all, too. i figure if they don't, i'll have amazing smelling bath salts for myself for a looooong time, and some jars i can unload on etsy or at worst, ebay or the thrift store.

so my scents? banana bread, chocolate fudge brownie, vanilla cake batter, blueberry muffin, pumpkin pie, and peppermint mocha. i didn't want to get that many scents, but i figured again, if they don't sell, i would LOVE to take a bath in all of those yummy snacks.

so anyway, that's what's going on over here. if you didn't see, i posted a few more pictures of the house on my flickr - the living room and the dining room, since they weren't fully finished when i moved in:



that is all, my dears. seeya soon, when i hopefully have pics of my yum yum bath salts (i think i'm totally going to call them that).

i was sitting here writing a post about how much i love my house, and how thankful i am to have been able to afford it.

i cleaned all yesterday - i cleaned the hardwoods, mopped the kitchen, vaccumed the up and downstairs. i was feeling great about life.

then, as i was writing this post, i heard the sound of my cat puking in the other room. he made sure to get some on the wood as well as on the tile in the kitchen. i walked downstairs to get the resolve from the laundry room and saw that he also puked on the (nearly) white carpet, just to be sure to cover every surface.

i don't know what the moral of this story is. i'll let you figure it out for yourself. i'm going to pick up some barf chunks.

i'm glad at least that sex holiday 09 had a chance to happen before i got this grossness. i woke up this morning and felt that my throat was more tender than usual, so before brushing my teeth i decided to check it out. it looked horrible! so i went to work because i'm not a douche who calls out at the last minute, but i was feeling really crummy.

so the important part of this post is that i knew i needed to go to the doctor, but my doctor is still up where my mom lives, which is an hour away. i decided to check out the little get well clinic thingee in walgreens. (i would have done the minute clinic in cvs, but my lamebo local cvs doesn't have one.)

it was awesome! i signed in on the little touch screen computer outside, then 5 minutes later, i was called in. the woman checked my temp and blood pressure and whatnot, and asked me about my symptoms. the hilarious part was when she looked at my tonsils. she was like, "oh my god." it reminded me of the first time i got this death tonsil disease and my normal doctor said i had the worst tonsils she'd ever seen. so anyway, she told me what i had and prescribed an antibiotic, and sent it by computer to the pharmacy. she also wrote me a dr's note telling me not to go to work tomorrow (my vice principal told me to stay home tomorrow as well).

i walked out and to the pharmacy. the guy told me to wait a few minutes since i was a new customer, so i went and got some laundry pre-treater and some theraflu. i sat down and checked my email for 5 minutes, then i was called up. the whole process took about 30 minutes, and i walked out WITH my medicine (which was the best part, because usually i have to drive to a completely different town to get my prescriptions filled). it was a good experience and i recommend it to anyone who just has a minor cold or something and you don't want to dick around waiting to get an appointment at the regular doctor's office.

so i took my first horse pill and am excited for those bacteria to die. i'm gonna play some maple and do some laundry, then head to bed as early as possible. hopefully i feel a little better by saturday afternoon, because my adorable gentleman friend will be spending the weekend with me. i just want to kiss him to death! ♥

rhinebeck this year was pretty uneventful. it was super cold, so like 50% of the crowd was missing. either that, or we (cousin sarah and me) went later than usual? but i don't think so ... i remember we left late last year and screwed around a lot, too, so we probably got there around the same time. but anyway, you could actually walk through the barns without having 100 people with strollers bashing into your legs to get you to move, and you could actually get in a line and pay for your stuff in the same hour.

incredibly disappointing was waiting too long to go to littlebarn's tent - they had the suuuuuuuper cheap, super soft superwash BFL again for only $6.99/8oz, but it was completely sold out T_T i did get 4 lbs of superwash 64s merino for the same price though, which will be nice to dye. then of course i spent WAY too much money at creativelydyed's tent, but got some delightful fibers that i will photograph after i take a nap. i was also very pleased by our lunch choice - we waited in the half hour line at the pastrami cart, and it was totally worth it. i had a pastrami on rye and some pierogies for lunch. yumm.

the drive was totally reasonable and didn't take forever, and we came back and met my cousin, his girlfriend, and my uncle in new brunswick to go to this ethiopian place for dinner. (sarah said it was kind of inappropriate/ironic that we were dining at a place whose country was known for its starvation problem, and i did feel sorta bad.) it's a lot like indian food, more like moroccan food, if you've ever had that, but their "deal" is that you eat with your hands? like everything is served on this super thin pancake and you rip pieces of it off and scoop your food with it. interesting. tasty, but insanely overpriced. but that's the cost of novelty.

so anyway, that was that. i forgot my camera and we were kind of rushed because we were freezing! so unfortunately you don't get the usual, thoroughly detailed rundown. i also wanted the gentleman to come, but he has had a totally "fucky" (his word) schedule the past week and a half, so there was no way. sad. there's always next year! ♥

it was probably 2 or 3am last night and i woke up to what sounded like a smoke detector going off. i thought maybe i was crazy and listened for a little while longer, and it stopped. i figured it was really loud crickets or something. so i was laying in my bed earlier today with the windows wide open and i thought i heard a smoke detector going off again. i listened really hard thinking, "is that really what i think it is?" and then i heard, "GODDAMMIT. YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO COOK ANYMORE!" and then some unintelligible woman voice, then, "NO! BECAUSE YOU NEVER PAY ATTENTION TO ANYTHING ON THE STOVE!"

so i just hope that this person really doesn't ever cook again, and that they are not my next door neighbor on either side. wtf? how hard is it to cook, really?

also, it's fucking FREEZING in here! it was 83 two days ago, and now it's 57. i almost want to turn the heat on.

i wanted to let you know that i needed new school/casual clothes (as usual at this time of year), so i just spent way more money than i should have at oldnavy.com. i found a coupon code: SAVE20 which took 20% off of my ridiculous order and saved me almost $70. if you order your clothes from them too, this would be a good time to do so since the coupon expires sept 24.

love,
amber.

lolasangelposted about this whole imma let you finish site, so i went to it for laughs. but this is probably my favorite one.

i also love that jessica called me yesterday to discuss this matter. like we have nothing more important to talk about. we don't, apparently.

i am ridiculously happy this morning.

the person for whom that delicious meal was prepared was extremely satisfied and impressed. i have to say, i was impressed that everything came out absolutely perfect. if you're interested, this is the best dressing ever. i thought i was going to be a tough guy and make my own dressing, but after i went to the store to find that they had NO THYME at all, i had to go to two others before i found some and was then running late.

i was even more impressed that i had such a wonderful evening with this person. i almost forgot what it was like. i'm going to try to avoid thinking about the tough stuff for right now.

this evening's menu:

a whole roast chicken
steamed red potatoes with butter and dill
salad with strawberries, bleu cheese, candied walnuts, and a champagne vinaigrette
dessert: grilled peaches with mascarpone

i've been feeling depressed that i have to go to school tomorrow, but i saw this commercial and i've been laughing my ass off at it for like 10 minutes now. whoever created this commercial did an excellent job of capturing the stages of bad video game grieving.

also, why the shit is ff: dissidia ONLY on psp?? T_________T