Drowning My Sorrows

...in a glass of Pepsi.

My finger is still injured. The bleeding and such stopped soon after I got the bandaid on. It was quite swollen and tender on Tuesday. That has lessened to reveal a fairly large, hard bump on my knuckle (the injury was on the first finger knuckle up from the hand). And I still can't bend my finger very well, although I can bend it more today than I could on Tuesday. But the wound is pretty much healed up.

I am going to be violent with those IDIOTS whose car's bass is vibrating my apartment!

We're planning a trip to Canada. Hopefully, we'll be able to go in a couple weeks. Toronto is the main destination and, time and money permitting, we'll stop at Niagara Falls, too.

...Nicht nur Wolken im Himmel...

I hurt my finger while opening a bottle of sparkling cider on Monday. While trying to open it with the bottle opener, the side of the metal bottle cap split causing my hand to jerk downwards and my finger to rub against the sharp, newly-created point. I didn't think much of it until I looked down and saw blood gushing out of my finger. It took about 30 minutes before it had stopped bleeding enough to put a bandaid on. My finger definitely bruised and swelled up, and today I began to be able to bend it again. I still can't bend it all the way, but it is a lot better than yesterday (today, I can actually use it to type). So that was my finger adventure.

I've made a decision and I'm not sure that it was the right one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cbancAd600

This afternoon at work, I saw this song in a long line of depressing songs (VH1 must have been having a depressing song marathon... it came right after "If Today Was Your Last Day" by Nickelback).

A Lot Of Nothing

Today, we were supposed to go see the new Harry Potter movie, but something came up for Nidhal, so I'm sitting alone on the couch. But I had waffles for breakfast and downloaded a song, so that made it a bit better. The song is "Abdelazar or the Moor's Revenge" by Henry Purcell. The song from Pride and Prejudice "A Postcard to Henry Purcell" is based on part of this song. I was in the car this morning listening to classical music on the radio and the lady said that the next song was performed by the Freiburg Baroque Orchestra, so I listened a little more than usual and realized that the song was the same as my favorite song from the Pride and Prejudice soundtrack. What a coincidence.

I like to watch cooking shows on the Food Network. My favorite one is Tyler's Ultimate because he makes food that is appetizing and seems fairly easy to make. And he and the Everyday Italian lady are really the only ones that do that. Barefoot Contessa is usually ok too. Rachael Ray's 30 Minute Meals are easy, but they don't usually look good to me. Guy's Big Bite sounds tasty sometimes, but it is weird and pretentious. Emiril's food looks good, but that stuff is more on the complicated side. Paula Dean's stuff is southern and fried, so that rarely appeals to me. The Neely's are just annoying, their stuff hardly ever sounds good, and they are obsessed with pig. Even before I met Nidhal, I was never a fan of pig meat. I didn't like pork, I didn't really like bacon (only on BLTs), and ham was definitely not a favorite. The only pig thing that I really enjoy is sausage, but that doesn't necessarily have to be made with pig meat. And that's enough about that.

Naps are nice.

Uh-Huh.

I remember one time when I was really young, there was a key on the piano that was stuck. I had some tools (I think they were mini garden tools) and I stuck them up into the piano with, of course, the intention of somehow fixing the problem. By some miracle, my attempt actually worked. Now, at this time, I had a new diary that locked and, naturally, I wanted to write about my triumph. So after asking how to spell 'piano', 'key', and 'fixed', I locked the diary and ran around the house yelling that no one knew what I wrote in there.

Happy Birthday, Hubbi!

Nidhal's birthday was yesterday. It was a nice day. I went to work, and while there, I bought three presents for him. He wasn't expecting anything, so I wrapped them there and created a little game for him. When I got home, I hid two of them and gave him one with a little poem and puzzle attached so he could find the next one. He thoroughly enjoyed this, and it was so fun to watch him search the apartment before he figured out the clues because he was so exited. Of course his searching was fruitless, because I hid one in the mailbox and one in the car trunk. After a bit, we went to Palm Palace (formerly Charlie's Mediterranean Grill, formerly La Shish). Nidhal got lamb chops and they definitely lived up to the description in the menu: melt in your mouth.

Independence Day weekend was great. I didn't get to see any friends (Vanessa, Lyne, Ross, etc.), but there was so much going on that we hardly had a free moment in Au Gres. We got there Friday evening around 7pm, I guess. We made good time for stopping in Brighton. On Saturday, we left early to go to Alpena, where my sister and her family are. We all sat in the sun watching the parade, and I certainly got sunburned (I had brought sunblock but left it in my sister's house). My niece's loud-mouth aunt (a.k.a. me) got her plenty of candy. Afterward, we grilled lamb, t-bone steaks, and shrimp, and Dan fixed up the car radio. In the afternoon, Dan and Nidhal enjoyed some kayaking (Nidhal couldn't stop talking about it) and the rest of us were entertained by Anna. We finished off the day with some Putt Putt and Dairy Queen. It was Nidhal's first time with Putt Putt (or any golf at all), and we all had fun watching him attempt it. On Sunday, we celebrated Nidhal's birthday with my parents. ...And then we spent three hours driving home in the awful traffic.

My computer is fixed! I'm using it right now. You don't even know how great it is to have it back. We've named it Harry (because it's an HP and the H can stand for Harry), and we named Nidhal's Tasha/Tushy/Tashu (it's a Toshiba). It was originally Tasha, but Nidhal didn't like that it was a girly name. So he called it Tushy, but then I informed him that that meant 'butt'. So he changed it to Tashu. But anyway...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NIDHAL!