that bike they offered to sell doc at the bike shop, yeah, he's going back and buying it tomorrow. the price is just too good. and it's worth it to have a back up for his bike (and i know he still dreams of a day when he and i will ride somewhere together), which is out of commission again. and the money he will spend on the bike is less than the money that he would have made going to work tonight. it puts my paints off for a couple of weeks, but i don't mind. anything to get the bikey mess out of my studio. i don't need the table he's cluttered, like i said, i just want it. heh. he was nice enough to put paper down on it before he started taking apart the wheel and cassette. i would just have cleaned the grease off when he was done, but he laid paper out. sweet man. and i went back out there, he moved his bike as close to the scooter, and as far out of my way, as he could. and he apologized about a hundred times for messing it up.
he just reminded me that we have a new table top to use! i wanted to throw the painted one away, since it's broken, but he won't let me. he is going to build a light case for it so we can hang it on the wall. he really likes it. and though i don't anymore, it is my art, and to have someone so attached to it is flattering to me.
oh yeah! we have On Demand now! i can watch last night's NCIS without taxing the computer while it burns DVDs.
i talked to doc today about our finances and he is on board with me making fudge and candied nuts and more snickerdoodles for us and for gifts for those he works with. i'll get some decorative bags at the dollar store, or some bows to put on regular bags and then make little bundles of goodies for a few of his colleagues. and some for B and J and R. kids should also get goodies on xmas.
and i still have to coordinate with my parents about picking up the ornaments i am no longer interested in. after the whole disappearing act last sunday, i just lost interest. let them eat the ornaments. but doc is determined to get them. basically anything they are willing to give, you know? they've taken so much from me. like my childhood.
don't have a child for and for nine years treat her as the center of your world only to turn around and adopt a passel of kids and ignore said child. and make it so all the relatives ignore the child. also, don't sexually abuse them, but really, i'm more concerned about my princess status being revoked. but doc treats me like a princess. a child princess, but a princess nonetheless.