Belated birthday wishes, mother.

I think I already mentioned the mental lapse that caused me to send mom a Valentine’s Day card for her birthday, which means her birthday card should get there sometime near Valentine’s Day. Jim says I’m card happy, but I’m just supporting all that stock I own in Hallmark. Mom emailed today to say she just received the gift I sent her, but no card yet — better late than never, I guess.

Stop saying mother like that!
Like what?
Like there’s supposed to be another word after it.

… another reason we love the Gilmore Girls.

So yesterday afternoon The Mad arrived home, changed into his flannel shirt and announced something to the effect of real men like beer, women, and working on the car. The performance was so good that I’m not sure if I imagined the Tim Allen-ish manly grunts in there or not, because he was soon off to join JamesT in the garage for “Let’s Work on Brad’s Car: Take 2”. Apparently, yesterday morning’s attempt to drive his newly repaired car resulted in the metallic equivalent of screaming bloody murder. Not having one of the official medical pain scales available to judge the damage, Brad decided to let it rest up for another day without question. Later, after some investigation, it seems it wasn’t just being all whiny. JamesT made another run to the parts store, and several hours after they began, and after a couple test drives around the complex, the boys finally came in to a late pizza dinner. Whether this one is running or not, I do believe The Mad is in the market for a new ride in the near future.

I hear that it is Mardi Gras today, which would typically mean something to someone, but it doesn’t seem to be ringing any bells for me. I could go for some good Creole cuisine, I guess, but for a while now the only meaning Mardi Gras beads have had in this house is as cat toys. The only plan I have tonight is to feed my addiction by watching the 100th episode of the Gilmore Girls tonight, but seeing as how I’m recording it, that could happen at any time.

As always happens, just when I start to get some ideas of how best to deal with some idle time at work by studying/practicing something that could be useful in my field, I am finally sent some actual work to do. Currently we’re in the phase where my brain is still dwelling on my proposed learning project when it should be focusing on solving the punchlist of problems I’ve just been sent on a customer site. I’ve read my new email assignments over about five times now, and still the words haven’t coalesced into clear enough English to penetrate the haze of my brain. Thus, I am babbling in this journal, which I can do while actually thinking about other things. To make things worse, Jim just took his new dress clothes up to get ready for his interview, and now I’m preoccupied with actually seeing him in a tie for perhaps only the second time that I can remember.

Hmmm… just got email from long lost Kansas-Michelle… We need to catch up sometime! Tomorrow I should be going in to have my baby boy! We’ll talk soon! I can just picture her huge with pregnancy, unable to get around at all, killing time with her laptop writing to everyone she knows just to tell them she’s too busy to write now because she’s about to pop. Funny that. That’s the quirky Michelle I remember.