Life is what happens...

The kids headed off for their weekend at daddy's house today. I have scheduled maintenance on the Ody tomorrow morning (likely new brake pads necessary as there has been an interesting "whup whup whup" sound for a couple of weeks now), then lunch with a friend, and then meeting up with another friend later in the afternoon to catch up with her and see just how big her belly has gotten (I think she is due in March!). Then I have dinner plans. I really ought to scrub toilets and change sheets but somehow that seems a waste of a weekend ;)

The windy weather finally took its toll on our partially broken storm door and it went down the stairs with a noteworthy crash this afternoon. Who knew that storm doors weighed upwards of 150 pounds!? The glass didn't shatter, but the hinges are toast and the remaining screws that had been holding it precariously in place  for a few months now were quite bent out of shape. I dragged it off the the side so we could leave in time to get the big kids from school, and j graciously offered to stop by tomorrow while I'm out to take a look at it and see if anything is salvageable. The trim around the front door is pretty loose so that will need to be repaired first. Ahhhhhh homeownership. :p 

I managed to compile and install software all on my own (despite enigmatic error messages that only seemed to appear on Google in pages written in German) and then I had an enormously entertaining afternoon chatting with people online and being amused by the rapidity with which we can all stalk each other by IP address in under 60 seconds these days. Some things never change, though- apparently all one needs on IRC is a vagina and you get +v (hey is there a connection there?) within about ten minutes of actually talking in the channel. 

I went out for a few hours and ran into someone we used to hang out with quite a bit. It was nice catching up on all the stuff he's been up to in the past few months and we all waned poetic about 2007. A round of shots was had by everyone but me to ring in 2008- I celebrated with my usual 24 cups of diet coke. It seems like some sort of Twilight Zone was entered by an awful lot of us last year- it was determined that the bar is, in fact, haunted or cursed. 

*yawn* This was a useless post, but I was still wide awake (maybe the 24 cups of diet coke actually is over the legal limit even for me!) and I realized I hadn't blogged in awhile. Perhaps because I didn't have anything interesting to say, as evidenced by this post ;)