Pat and Ali's Blog Of Sickness

So, I'm sick. Some sort of cold I'm sure. Pat says everyone gets sick this time of year, which makes me feel like I can't whine and complain about it. Someone needs to tell him that when you're sick you're allowed to whine and complain. And be served tea and medicine. And get foot rubs.

(Ali just went to the bathroom, Pat has taken over)

Blog blog blog, bloggy blog blog. As for the tea, medicine, and foot rubs thing, she made a pot of coffee as soon as she woke up (less then an hour ago), I offered her medicine last night as well as 5 minutes after she woke up (she just now took some on her own), and foot rubs are for the evening. Shes just a little upset because I tried to get her to look on the bright side of her being ill. I told her that its better to get sick at the beginning of the week so you feel better for the weekend.

Well, thank you for your time people of Al Gore's internet. I'd love to stay and blog, but PBS kids looks mighty tempting...

(Back to Ali.)

Jackass. You know, whenever I got sick back home Jenny would cater to me. I miss her. And my toenails are getting long. I'll be home this weekend. Maybe I can convince her to do them then. And also take off the nail polish that's been on them since St. Thomas and is now looking frightful.

On the subject of careers and such, there is no news to report except that I really think I need to get a job shopping. I like to shop. I would be good at it. Unless I had to shop at Wal Mart on a weekend. Scary.

-Ali

In which the pants wear me (out)

Why do I feel like we've used that one before? Anyway, it's on topic.

Today I tried to buy clothes. In some repects, I was successful. I have sweaters now, none of which are grey. (You know how hard that is for me.) I have two pair of cords, which do not need to be ironed yet can be worn to work. And I have four new long sleeve t-shirts from Target and it turned out they were on sale.

What I do not have is any clear indication of what my size is. During the sweater phase of the day I tried on larges where I could clearly see the outline of my nipples and smalls where it was impossible to tell I had breasts at all. The cords I ended up buying are a size smaller than my usual and two sizes smaller than I was just a few years ago. And when I tried on jeans I took a 4 into the dressing room for shits and giggles, pulled them up, zipped and buttoned them.

Buttoned!

Granted, they were so tight if I had bent over ass cheek would have sprung out through the back seams and yelled "Ta da!" Still, buttoned is buttoned.

The thing is, I am not any smaller than I used to be. In fact, I weigh more. I try on my old clothes and they haven't gotten any looser. So my old problem with shopping was that nothing fit right and it all came in weird colors. Now I get to play a horrible guessing game where everytime I look away, all the pants get larger and larger until the size 0s will fit around a Volvo.

I pray to God the unders I grabbed even stay up. And I don't know what girls smaller than me are doing. I guess they'll have to shop in the kids department. Is this what happened in Japan? Is this why 30 year old Japanese women wear Hello Kitty backpacks?

So, that is my shopping rant. Hopefully, I won't have to go again for a long time. Probably, by then I'll have to get pants in negative sizes. Or maybe there won't be any pants. Maybe we'll all wrap ourselves in sheets and walk around like that.

Oh God. They got to Ancient Greece, too.

-Jenny

Goals and Such

Today's goals:
-Clean like a beast. (Have started but not gotten far.)
-Some light grocery shopping. (Check, but also went to Kohls and bought clothes and candles. Not so good.)
-Make Shepherd's Pie. (Will be done later. Fingers are crossed.)
-Get prescription filled. (I am a lazy whore and have put this off for way too long. Too late now, but it goes on tomorrow's list.)

As I was going through my clothes today, I realized just how much crap I have. I am seriously not buying another piece of clothing for the next 6 months. Exceptions: Bras and a winter coat. I actually need those.

Halloween is approaching. Some friends of mine want to go out, but what do twenty-somethings do on Halloween? Just hope someone has a party? Anyone want to host a party? Jenny, this is why you need to buy a house.

-Ali

Dreams

I am sick of dreaming. Why can't I have (or remember) pleasant dreams about rainbows and kittens and crap? I need to read that dream book I have and find out how to make it stop. Seriously.

-Ali

Dum dum de dum

(That's the first bar to 'Hail to the Chief' by the way)

-Jenny

Stole Ali's camera.

I know, I know. Where have I been? What have I been doing?
The short answer: I can't remember either.
But I know that some knitting was involved because I finished these:

And this:

This is still coming along:

And so is my travel knitting:

And I feel better about all of it, because you feel like a moron knitting a heavy wool sweater in 80 degree weather.

-Jenny

Babysitting

Babysitting is not easy. My sympathies to those who do it every day. And also, to those who invent toys that make noise... I despise you.

-Ali

P.S. When did it become October? Dude. What happened to September?