my love is signed by the secretary of the treasury

One of the items I recieved for Christmas was a black handbag from my sister Fi. Last time she visited, I admired her purse, which was a large bag of the sort with straps that just fit over your shoulder so the bag hangs under your arm. She said she'd gotten it at Target and knew where to get more, and should she get me one for Christmas? I said yes, and lo, beneath the tree, there it lay.
This thing is so awesome because I have successfully replaced my old grotty gray messenger bag with it, and it looks like it's a purse, but secretly, I can use it to haul just as much shit as the messenger bag could. I can't stuff my laptop in it, but it does hold my camera, which is not insignificant, given that my camera is the about the size of a high-top athletic shoe.
I saw Fi last night: She was visiting friends in Cheektowaga, and lo! that's where I work. So after about three hours of wrangling via cellphone, I finally managed to meet up with her. She had her version of my purse with her, and told me she'd been mocked for having Everything in it. It's like a mom purse, she was told.
I found that fairly amusing, although earlier in the day in a conversation with a co-worker it had been observed that I would probably be a terrible mother because my approach to child discipline was stated as "Punch 'em in the face."

I put together, from my mother's Burpee catalogue, a quick list of all the seeds I want to buy, aided by quick check of my garden map to see where I'd put the plants that would result. Uh, I've got $52 just in seed packets, not counting the fifteen dollars worth of live plants I want...
I do have the Grow-Light, though, and just to point out that I am not afraid to use it, I am going to mention that from my experimentation earlier this season, I have a basket of morning glory vines hanging in my east-facing picture window, and one of them has just begun blooming pale blue trumpets. HA! PHEAR MY LEET GREEN THUMB.

Na ha ha.

So I will be starting plants. If I have extra seedlings, who wants some? :D
Mostly I'm just worried that I'll have a zillion peppers, because Z wants both hot and sweet peppers, and they only come in packets of 100 seeds, and fuckit, I'm going to grow them ornamentally in my flower beds and then maybe we'll have enough green peppers. The total of four plants we had this year, we got about six peppers off of in total, despite it being a super hot summer which is supposed to be good for peppers...
Now we'll probably have a cold wet summer again. Eh well, it's worth trying.

Z is getting ready to catch the bus for his first day of work in like two goddamn weeks. He asked me if I could give him a couple bucks for bus fare (as I always have small change on me) and I, feeling theatrical, started wittering on (facetiously) about how the dollars were my love and he must use them to propel himself to work or some bullshit. He nodded, and said, "your love is signed by the secretary of the treasury," and for some reason I think that's hysterical.

I have tomorrow off and words cannot express how badly I need to spend tomorrow getting my house in order. I not only haven't unpacked the suitcase from the visit to my parents'--- I still haven't unpacked the suitcase from the overnight we spent at the office Christmas party. Wow, huh? Yeah.

na ha ha

I have heard that I got one of the two part-time shifts I had deemed acceptable. This pleases me. At least two months of idleness will commence...

OK, I really wanted to say now, but that's not the case. I have one more week of full-time.
However, that week includes my "weekend" tomorrow and the day after, so I will be slothful starting right this very moment. Ha ha.


I happened to hear my cellphone ringing today as I was walking past where I'd stowed my bag, and so I answered it and it was my mother calling to leave me a message to say that Katy had called: her departure date from Baghdad has been moved up, and she will be leaving as soon as possibly tomorrow or the day after. Which is awesome.
However, it may be nearly a month until we hear from her again, as she'll be in varying stages of transit henceforth.

So, tomorrow, I have a Project, and that Project is to find random Things of Awesomeness and put them into a box to mail to Katy's house in Georgia, for a Welcome Home package that hopefully will be waiting there for her when she arrives.
I, er, also have to find stuff to give her for Christmas. Hmm.

While giving a break at the bigger bar I mentioned to the Senior waitress that I'd wanted to ask the bar manager about signing up for a vacation. SCW whipped out the Vacation Bid Sheet and said, "Write your name on the week you want." Maybe someone senior to me will want that same week, in which case I'd have to give it up, but SCW said it was unlikely that anyone would deny me the chance to go see my family; there are plenty of other weeks available.

So. Tomorrow: Put together Welcome Home package for Katy, clean the car, do the laundry, tidy some of the house, water all the plants, and put together my seed order from Burpee. Whee!!

I also think I'll start poking through my writing projects to see what project most appeals to me to focus on for the next couple of months. Whee again! Am somewhat giddy at the thought of it.