Hil, I hope you're feeling better.

I can haz rosebush! And the tulips we planted in the Fall are starting to come up.

Thanks, everyone. I'm feeling a bit better, but still not great. I really had to do laundry today, and that was a lot of carrying stuff up and down stairs.

Also, for some reason, I'm really craving a burrito.

PMS. Joints hurt (especially my neck) and the brain weasels are nibbling, nibbling. Also... still overwhelmed. Selling merch at a burlesque show tonight, I hope it's fun. Tomorrow is at least four hours of fundraiser stuff, grocery shopping, and budget stuff (since neither of the latter two happened today).

So I did not go to the Maple Festival, which is right down the street, becuase I'm dealing with some kind of stomach bug/possible food poisoning thing that's rather mild but still bothersome.

But by the time Will came over I was feeling better so we went to see Jurassic Park in 3D - we were the only ones in the theater. Saw trailers for: Star Trek, Despicable Me 2, Man of Steel, and something else I can't remember.

This was the first time Will had seen Jurassic Park and he liked it.

Although I caught a huge continuity error I don't think I've seen addressed - - when Laura Dern's character finds the smashed Jeep and sees the footprints of Sam Neill and the kids heading off. Then she hears the Big Game Hunter call to her and she's back finding Jeff Goldblum. The problem is that the car fell down a wall, into a tree, and then down a tree. So for that sequence of events to work out she had to repel down the wall and then climb back up the wall.

This was the first time Will had seen Jurassic Park

Wow. It's one of the few movies I have really clear memories of seeing in original run theatre. Probably because the startle kind of scare movies scare the stuffins out of me. But the "Objects in mirror are closer than they appear" was fantastic. Even for me who needs to watch anything suspenseful while clutching a stuffed bunny and, hopefully, with someone telling me that they are going to try and scare or startle me in any given scene.

And the tulips we planted in the Fall are starting to come up.

Tulips seem so optimistic. And daffodils. You plant things and then months and months later, things happen. But they are so lovely when they appear. I wish I'd planted them in the PNW now that I don't have that choice. They won't grow here. Still, Trader Joe's offers lovely cut varieties and I don't have to plan months ahead for those.

I'm ouchy and don't know what to blame. Hormones, stress, a distinct lack of going to my yoga class?

Bonus, I got a $10 gift certificate to a barbecue place that I'd never tried when I got my car repaired after it got hit parked and unoccupied on Easter Weekend. Tonight, at a friend's they had pulled pork from the same place and oh sweet slow cooked bliss. So I am going to buy $10 of pulled pork. I don't think I care what else they serve. They have pulled pork. And I get $10 worth. More if I pony up the money. I mean, I'd prefer my car wasn't hit while I watched but since the damage wasn't horrible and the guy actually did end up having insurance, but one does not look askance at gift 'cue. Unless you are at the Whistle Stop Cafe. Then question everything.

Secret's in the sauce.

Even for me who needs to watch anything suspenseful while clutching a stuffed bunny and, hopefully, with someone telling me that they are going to try and scare or startle me in any given scene.

I got that reference!

(Which tangentially reminds me that I don't think I'm going to get a chance to go see the remake of Evil Dead in the theatre, dammit.)

Just got back from seeing I Chinatown at a local film group screening. It was still amazingly brilliant, but the best part was my friends' 15-year-old, who was seeing it for the first time (and quite unwillingly, i have to say), who was blown away by it.

Totally want a gold star for NOT dumping my rotten curbside compost on top of the two hideous trucks who decided to park directly in front of my house when there were three open spaces in front of their house half a block away, on the other side of the street. Forcing me to park 4 houses away from my own, on the other side of the street, in front of a really cranky neighbor who will likely park me in tomorrow out of spite. I hate these new folks on the block, they have like seven vehicles in the one house (can't be more than 900 sq ft) and apparently are all stoners judging from the reek from the front porch butt bin. I was soooooo tempted to just, ya know, dribble a wee little rotten egg yolk inside the open truck beds. Apparently a week at work has made me hate humanity just a little today. I took notes today and in 9 hours of actual work I received 136 calls, set up 57 police calls, 4 fires, 7 medical calls, and more than one institutionalized mentally unstable person. And that was on a slow sunday. I'm really not looking forward to the summer.

Grrrrrrrrrah. I hate everything today. Haaaaaaaaaaaaate. Pain in my pelvic area, OB/GYN closed. (I'm hoping they open at 9 and their recording ["Hello. We are closed today. Please leave a message."] is just leftover from the weekend. I mean, what doctor isn't open on Monday? Everyone has problems on Monday morning, right?)

Work is ridiculous and stupid and people keep giving me vague answers that don't actually work. (What's the cutoff $ amount that we're willing to pay to change an aesthetic issue on a page at blueline stage? Boss: Well, not too much. Me: I actually need a dollar amount so I can give [printer] an answer. Boss: Well, not hundreds. Me: CAN YOU GIVE ME *A* NUMBER? 30? 50? 100? Boss: Well, not too much.)

Today needs to fuck right off.

And I'm having lunch with my dad, and if he continues his Dadzilla wedding crap I am going to lose my fucking mind. Which is not what I want to do. I want to be gracious but maintain my boundaries, but I am so fucking tired of him bringing up the same issues every time we talk about it.