It’s Addison, lol

The New James T. Kirk: Chris Pine

We have received word that Chris Pine has been confirmed to play the role of James T. Kirk in the new “Star Trek” movie directed by J.J. Abrams.

The 27-year-old Pine is one of Hollywood’s hottest young actors right now, gaining prominent attention as Lindsay Lohan’s love interest in “Just My Luck” and as a neo-Nazi assassin in Carnahan’s “Smokin’ Aces.” His father, Robert Pine, has played a couple of roles in Star Trek (“Liria,” “Tavin”) and performed with Michael Dorn on CHiPs.

…SQUEEEEEEEEE!

Well, last night sure was an interesting endeavor! A couple weeks ago we ordered a bookshelf from Sears, and while we were in NS for the weekend I got an email saying it had arrived. Well, we didn’t get back into town on Sunday before 5, so the plan was to go pick it up after work. I usually get home around 5…

We got distracted.

Not that that’s a new and unusual state of being for us, but I ended up paying for it in the end. But can you blame me? The episode of Whose Line is it Anyway? with Robin Williams is on YouTube! We had no choice.

After a weekend of camera fun, I decided that documenting the evening would be lawl-tastic. However, Addison seemed mildly distressed at the antics on Whose Line?

However, upon further inspection, it was revealed that my antics were, in fact, the ones responsible for his distress. He then ignored the camera and all was well in the world…for now…

Suddenly it was 8 o’clock and we had no bookshelf! D’oh! The plan was to get the bookshelf and my books from storage, then assemble the two (that is, shelf and shelf with books). So off we go to Sears! One unassembled bookshelf, one giant book-filled suitcase and two book-filled laundry baskets later, we were back at the apartment building. It was now 8:45pm.

Now, I abhor (Did I spell that right? Abhor? Abhorr? No, I had it right) white trash as much as the next mildly-intelligent person. I mean, I did work at Wal-Mart. However, when you have that many heavy things that need to go up to the 2nd floor, why not take advantage of whatever means are at your disposal? And so what if said means happen to be a stolen shopping cart? In my defense, there are at least two in the basement. …Not sure what I’m defending there…

In the end we had 2 laundry baskets and 2 suitcases full of books, since I’d emptied one suitcase to go to NS. This was the resulting mess. Even with our large bedroom clean, this was going to become a bit spaciously difficult. So Addison decides that we need to assemble it in the kitchen…

…And tries to move it himself. He’s adorable, I know, but strong he ain’t. After a little assistant from your friendly neighbourhood camerawoman, we had the box in the livingroom.

Naturally, Addison (being the “sharp tool” he is) attacks the box with a sharp pair of not so much scissors as kitchen shears. Nothing like scratched finish to get the blood flowing! Oy.

I pulled the “instructions” out of the box, to reveal this (see above). This is an unaltered photo, folks, AND unaltered instructions. Notice the giant tear. I’m guessing somebody at a factory somewhere really didn’t want to be packaging unassembled bookshelves. Curse you, AquaScum.

So assembly continued. Addison explained the finer points of hammers (cabinet hammers are smaller than normal hammers), much to my boredom complete and total excitement.

“Didn’t you know, honey?” he said with a giant fake smile. “This is how these things work: the instructions are crap and you take it apart and put it together again everytime you screw up. Yay!”

Then our roommate, Jon, walked in. “Watcha doin’?” he asked. I explained my keen interest in documenting the project, which he seemed to find [very] mildly entertaining. He grabbed the camera and CLICK!

“I call this one ‘Confusion’,” he said.

Of course, Addison wasn’t too pleased with me when I kindly explained to him that he’d put the middle support shelf on backward. It’s not my fault that the screw needs to be BENEATH the shelf to support the weight! Gee whiz.

AND he’s just getting ready to screw on the second side of the last shelf when I point out that we (or he, whatever) appears to have the finished part of the shelves facing out, but the unfnished part of the side of the frame facing out. …Oops. Not that, y’know, we had to take the whole damn thing apart and put it back together again. Nope, nuh-uh, not us!

AND OF COURSE, this whole time he’d been screwing the shelves in perpendicular to the floor/frame, which not only did the instructions say not to do, but I thought would be fairly difficult. “Fine,” he said tightly, “why don’t we screw it together your way?” And we did.

FINALLY the frame was actually together! YAY! Then it became a mathematical enigma when we tried to space all the little tiny nails onto the backing around the frame. “There,” he said finally. “…How many nails do I have leftover?”

“…Nine?”

“DAMMIT!”

Teehee. But it got done. We even managed to carry the thing into the bedroom without much fuss. I put the shelves in myself any everything! (The hard part, as anyone will realize)

“Oh, oh,” said Addison, watching me put the shelves in, “Put them in the same place as the other shelves in the other case! Then it’ll be like we live in a library!” …Is it bad that that’s what we get excited over?

Addison made grilled cheese and I meticulously put my books onto the shelf. Finally I stood back and it was complete!:

TRIUMPH! Of course, at this point I’ve completely lost track of time, and it’s 11:45pm! Yikes!!!

So, yeah, how about that over-a-month-since-I’ve-posted-ness? Yes, I am properly abashed. I’m not sure what you expected from a crazy person, however.

And in my defense, I’ve posted a bajillion times more than Addison! Why couldn’t he have posted on the blog, huh?

K, I’m done.

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We have been keeping ourselves busy since August 31^st. Addison is back in school, which I think he is grateful for (not that the graveyard job was horribly disinteresting and ended in naps and D&D or anything). I myself am still working away at PLGS, and I will hopefully be hired on as IT at the end of October when my co-op expires. My final presentation at the college is on the 19^th of October. Oy joy, I’m looking forward to that.

So what’s everybody up to for the TurkeyBirdDay Weekend? We, as always, have too many plans on the go We’re heading up Saturday before noon to my outlaws in-laws house in Lakeville. Yay for Turkey! And maybe even a birthday present for my almost-17-year-old sister-in-law. Oh boy oh boy!

We don’t want to have to leave so early that we need to drive all the way back to Saint John, so we’re going to spend Saturday night at Mum’s house in the booming metropolis of Harvey Station (“Ohhhh!”). Then on Sunday we’re going to my aunt Denise’s house in Hopewell Cape (for all you NBers, look at your Medicare card. Yeah, there). More family and more turkey! YAY for a tryptophan overdose! Then it’s back home Sunday evening. Monday we were going to lay prone on the bed, unable to move for all the food, and unable to function for all the social interaction. Fun, no?

Anyway, I’ve got to get back to work. Just wanted to let you all know that I’m not dead. What’s going on with everyone?

ETA: Only 29 days ’til I’m not married to a teenager anymore. YAY!

Well, we’ve just come out of another weekend spent driving around the province, and I think it’s safe to say that a good time was had by all. Except for my ankles, of course. (Anyone know what a diuretic is? It’s MISERY is what it is. Grr…)

But before I get too far into that, I guess I’ll back up a bit.

I know I’ve been slack about updating, particularly about the reception, but I’m not sure I’ve fully recovered from that yet. If you have any specific questions, feel free to ask, and you can see a few pictures from it here.

I noticed a lump on Izzy near her genitalia earlier in the week, so we had to take her to the vet. Lots of rat poo ensued. The car reeked of it by the time we got home, as did Addison’s poo-stained shirt. The vet wasn’t sure what it was, as it’s not causing her pain, but she thought she saw bruising, so she wonders if Izzy and Nina were fighting. Anyway, we’re giving her meds every 12 hours, so hopefully it’ll get smaller soon.

Now, while I’d been able to keep the apartment in pristine condition for nearly two weeks, we started to get slack just before the reception…and, well, after it we were just totally useless. Not motivated at all. The place has just been a pit all week, and while we kept meaning to clean it literally every night, we never actually got around to it. So Friday morning I’m at work at I check my email and there’s a note from Jon – our roommate – dated Thursday night, saying he’ll be back in town on Friday. … I had no idea! And of course, he was driving up with his mother, and the place was a massive wreck! Wedding gifts were still sitting on the floor waiting to be put away, laundry was piled up in the basket in the hallway, dishes everywhere, the floor needed to be swept/cleaned/vacuumed, etc. I panicked. Addison called me at work and I begged him to call the house and see if they were there. They WERE, and I was so embarrassed! Addison told them not to clean, that we’d been planning on doing it… I get home at about 5:30 and the place is SPOTLESS. Dear Lord was I embarrassed. They weren’t home; they got back about an hour after that. Jon’s mother is a lovely woman, though, and while I still feel terrible, she had no problem. “Oh, I was bored, what else was I going to do?”

Also, since Jon’s back, we’re getting the big bedroom! He has to work in Plaster Rock today and tomorrow, but he’s coming back after that. He boxed all his stuff up on the weekend while we were gone, so tonight we just have to move all his stuff out of his room, put our stuff in there, and get his stuff into our room. It’s such a relief! We need more space, and I think it was actually Jon’s idea to move us into the big room, which is just great.

(Sorry my entry is all over the everywhere. In my defense it’s Monday morning and I am Le Tired)

So the weekend! Friday night Jon was back, so we spent the evening at the apartment playing Mario Party. We’ve decided we need another Wiimote Saturday morning we drove to Fredericton, got Jackie, and headed out to her grandparent’s camp on Lake George to go swimming. We had a lot of fun swimming, and we made a campfire after dark. …One of Jackie’s marshmallows set on fire, and when she shook it to extinguish the flame she accidentally flung some flaming marshmallow onto my foot. x_X I now have a scar, and a blister, and PAIN.

We slept the night in a trailer next to the camp, and since it was so warm the first thing Jackie and I did when we got up was take a dip in the lake. Addison sat on the end of the dock and watched us (he doesn’t like swimming). A bunch of ducks started going up the shore a few houses up where the people were feeding them, so Addison had the great idea to go get some graham crackers and toss them to the ducks. It was adorable! There were about a dozen ducks gathered around the dock and Addison kept quacking We swam back up and sat on the dock with him, and Jackie started pulling mussels out of the water, cracking them open, and feeding them to the ducks. Addison was finding them, too, and I was sitting with my back to the two of them and shelling mussels. Suddenly Addison says, “I got one,” and I turn around to tell him that we ALL have mussels, when I realize that he has a duck in his hands. “Pet it, honey!”

We went into Harvey for breakfast at the pub, then went to Mum’s house to shower (she wasn’t there). On our way up to Lakeville to visit Addison’s family, we stopped at Jackie’s parents house to see her pet squirrel (It’s a red pine squirrel). Jackie’s dad brought it home as a baby when it was attacked and bitten in the leg by a dog. He’s better now, and they let him outside all the time, but at night he comes back in and sleeps in a cage. He knows where the food is, lol. He’s adorable! His name is Rocky, and he is insanely fast! He kept crawling on Addison, and Add would play with him and try to catch him. This basically resulted in Addison standing in the middle of the living room floor and frantically swatting himself in an attempt to get Rocky. Again with the adorable.

We spent the evening at Ron and Andrea’s in Lakeville, had dinner, and we all swung by DQ for some ice cream before we headed home. It was a busy weekend, but we had fun. I just hope we’ve regained enough energy to move the bedrooms around tonight! Blah…

ETA: We’re spending the long weekend alone at Addison’s grandmother’s house in the Miramichi. We’re looking forward to a long weekend of rest, relaxation, air conditioning and movies. Sa-weet!

I was in the washroom at work and had just come out of the stall to wash my hands when a woman walks into the bathroom. Nobody I knew specifically, though I’ve seen her walking around the office occasionally. I smile politely and say hello, and she does the same. She goes to wash her hands just as I do, and suddenly gasps.

“Oh my goodness!” she said, looking at my engagement ring, “Your ring is beautiful!”

My ring, from the manufacturer’s website

“Oh,” I say, blushing and grinning like a goofball, “thank you.”

“It’s just lovely,” she continues to gush.

“Thanks,” I say. “AND he picked it out himself.” Never let it be said that men have bad taste. Not my husband, anyway.

“You let the male choose it?” she says, clearly impressed. “Well, it’s beautiful. And tell him I said so!”

Teehee.