Dear everyone who was a part of last night:

Thanks. I had a great time.

So last night I made my first grilled cheeses ever. Not the first that I have eaten, but the first that I have made. Ashley and Steph taught me how, and well, the third one I made was the best. I know it sounds weird that I can have survived this many years loving grilled cheeses and not know how to make them, but my dad loves to cook, so he always made them for my brother and I. I felt like Lucille Ball though, standing in the kitchen with curlers in my hair, trying to tend a pot of tomato soup at the same time as I burnt a grilled cheese. It was funny.

Today is Tuesday.

Cable will not be upgraded until tomorrow, and I might miss Nip/Tuck, this will be a tragedy of great proportions.

So in 7 days I will have officially survived this planet for 252 months. I'm super pumped.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSH! And in two more days, HAPPY BIRTHDAY OTHER JOSH!

So Ashley's graet aunt makes this really yummy apple pie drink thing. It tastes like apple pie and about 2/3 of the way through it, I'm pretty toasty. Life is good.

Also, there is a large pink flamingo in our living room. Not that I have seen any other colored flamingos, but it is amusing.

So I don't think that I am meant to be domestic.

My father has been out of town for almost two weeks now. The house has been cleaner in that time than it ever has. Today was my day off. I decided that I'd mow the lawn and then come inside and dust and vacuum the whole house, considering that I have been at the Fortress all weekend and the dogs got stir-crazy.

First part of the plan, I go outside and start to mow the lawn. It is going rather successfully, except the mower seems to be losing steam on the thicker patches of grass, but that makes sense. And then, all of the sudden, in the middle of the lawn it just stops working. And then it starts smoking.

I come inside, and move all of the dog toys off of the ground so that I can vacuum. It's coming along well, I've finished two complete rooms, am working on the hallway. And then, all of the sudden, in the middle of the hall, it just stops working. WTF? So I empty out the filter and all, thinking that that could be the problem. Nope.

So now I have a lawn mower that doesn't work sitting in the middle of my backyard and a vacuum cleaner that doesn't work sitting in the middle of the hall. I'm afraid that I'll be in the middle of this post and my computer will stop working and start smoking everywhere. Maybe it will catch on fire. That would be kind of cool to watch, at least until I realized that I hadn't saved my post yet, and that my computer was on fire.

Through an interesting series of events, I am not moving in with my mother. Huzzah! Ashley and I will be living in one of my mother's friend's apartments while she undergoes chemo and radiation therapy in Utah. It is a mutually beneficial situation. My mom was talking about my grandfather today, and I realized that I know practically nothing about him. He passed away before I was alive, and it was my understanding that he died of emphysema or some other smoking related disease. Apparently he died of cancer. It started in his lungs, but when it was found, it had already spread everywhere, his brains, his bones, etc. I also thought that he was a heavy smoker until he died, but also apparently he quit shortly after my mother was born. I don't know really where I developed all these stories about him, maybe my grandmother, who knows? It was just weird to see how off they were.