An aside: I know that several of you have given me "internet awards". I have completely lost track of who, what, when, where, and why. I feel like a jerk for not responding and I'm sorry. I have such a bad habit of letting these things get away from me.
Please accept my apologies. If you were the giver of one of these awards and you feel like it, let me know and I'll post about it. Or, maybe, create a permanent page for them?!
X cut this Wondermark comic out of The Onion and gave it to me. She said that it reminds her of theother23 and myself. (View larger HERE.)
Speaking of which, it's so nice to have him home. We're making the most of it ... lots of activities together balanced by quiet times relaxing.
Tomorrow, we will be leaving for Daisho Con in Stevens Point. We've booked a suite and will be spending the entire weekend there. I'll be sure to come back with lots of photos and videos.
Also on my agenda, either during spare moments the next few days or after theother23 has flown back to Oregon, I want to catch up on the blogs that I read and do some commenting. I miss you all so much!
While theother23 is home, there's a whole lot of blog fodder, but little time to get any of it down. Ideas come into my head, write themselves into nice little stories, and then dissolve. Forever. Lost in the matter known as Jodi's brain.
That would explain why there is no room left for things like remembering people's names, when that bill was due, or why I opened up the fridge in the first place.
That being said, it's morning and everyone either just got dressed or is REdressing now. (Scratch that, they are BOTH redressing right now, second time for X and third time for TO23.) When it comes to those two, theother23 and X, they couldn't be more alike with their wardrobe ... right down to baseball caps, stained shirts, and alternating between five items of clothing while ignoring the other 200 things that I hang, organized by type and color, in their closets.
Things that have come out of my mouth already this morning?
"No, not the grubby jeans!" "You can't wear the jersey that says 'Satan' today." "Did you leave ALL your decent clothes in Oregon?" "Why are you wearing work pants? We're going to be shopping." "Christ, untuck that shirt." "Geez, you two both have such nice clothes that I have forced you to pick out, please wear them." "You are NOT wearing the John Deere hat to the store." "Go back upstairs. Find the grey pinafore shirt. Wear that." "You may wear your high tops."
Oh. My. God. My husband just walked out here with a white button-up shirt tucked into a pair of jeans with an obtuse black belt. He's wearing beat-up Vans. (Think ... skate-boarding cowboy circa 1983.) I belly-laughed for approximately 193 seconds.
Now, I'm going to curl into a fetal position, whimper inconsolably, and pull the hair out of my head five strands at a time.
A few months back, I came up with an idea for a new tattoo. Theother23 liked it so much that he wanted (an almost matching) one as well. I'll unveil our ink in a few days. In the meantime, here are some photos and a sneak peek at the end. (First photo taken by theother23.)
And, so begins a stretch with the husband working in Oregon.
I expect September to be a great month, if the first week is any indicator. Plus, it holds so many things that I love ... the end of summer, the equinox, the beginning of autumn, and ... oh, wait. THOSE ARE ALL THE SAME THING. Ha ha.
Since I seem to have had a theme the past several months (July, the cleanse; August, home comforts), and since they've had a positive effect on my life that has lasted beyond the exercise, I've decided to continue with having a focus each month.
I am going to go with deep house cleaning for September, especially since I, *ahem*, never finished my spring cleaning earlier this year.
Theother23 sent me some photos today that were taken by one of his coworkers. I'm alternately happy and sad about seeing these --- happy because they are of him and sad because I am reminded of how much he is AWAY.
He will be heading out of town later this week ... for approximately four weeks. AGAIN.