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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Kat, Bran's wife called me yesterday afternoon and in a thoroughly infectious excited voice, told me that Bran had gotten her a Cthulhu plushie. And that Bran and her were gonna drop by for a bit before heading out to her mom's for dinner. I mentioned that they were coming over to Mal, and he looked kinda sad. Almost as though he was disappointed that they didn't contact him instead. In all actuality, Bran did call Mal. Twice. Just that Mal left his phone in his car.

Either way, Mal left to go pick Jess up from work, and Bran and Kat arrived. One by one they walked through the door. Bran and Kat, and several minutes later while Kat and I were gushing over the cuteness that are her Cthulhu doll and my Moogle doll and Kyo cushion, Ry strides in just as Bran and I were mentioning him. Then Mal and Jess returned. This was the conversation that ensued.

B: Dude, I tried to call you man! Like TWICE!
M: I left my phone in my c--
J: He NEVER picks up the phone. *waves hand dismissively*
M: I left my phone in the fucking car, okay?!

Kat and I just exchanged looks and kept playing with the plushies. Bran was trying to help me beat Warcraft 3 on my laptop, while Karl surfed YouTube on the Wii Internet browser, picking out funny videos, such as THIS ONE and showing it to the whole party. Of course, Jess was either in her room or moping in the corner away from everyone, occasionally glaring at us. Even Ry joined in the loud and boisterous conversation(s).

Karl and I then got dressed to go to Riverdance with his parents, and at about the same time, Bran and Kat had to leave for her mom's, so the four of us exited the apartment together. Sometimes I feel as though Jess thinks we're stealing her husband from her, when in actual fact, she hardly keeps him out of her iron grip. I mean, I let Karl go have his fun with the guys whenever he desires, unless there's something important. I don't think Jess can grasp the concept of freedom.

Anyway, like I mentioned in the previous entry, I was in for a surprise when Karl and I got home from the Riverdance performance last night. We had left the house in relatively okay condition. The dishes weren't done, the kitchen was left in a mess, my laptop was left idling on the card table in the living room.

When we returned, the dishes weren't done, not because they weren't in the dishwasher. They were, but the door wasn't latched properly and so didn't start. Freshly soiled dishes scattered the kitchen as well, two large pots caked in a thick chocolate and oatmeal mixture. My first thought, "no-bake cookies". And I was right. However, they were resting on the card table where my laptop was sitting before we left. My laptop was sitting on the khaki beanbag, just the kind of surface I'm not supposed to put it on.

Also, there was a spanking new machine sitting on one of the counters. It's one of those hotdog grillers where the rollers keep the hotdogs rotating and cooked evenly, like the kind we see in gas station mini-marts rolling hotdogs or taquitos. How on EARTH can they buy another machine, when they're already more than half a month behind on the rent?! Nevermind that it was still plugged in, there was a sticker on the lid that said, "REMOVE BEFORE USE".

I was furious. To calm myself down I decided to do the dishes. All the dishes. I closed the dishwasher properly and started the hot water for the dishes in the sink (and the stove as it were). Karl helped me out by drying the dishes I had cleaned, and transferred one of the half-eaten cakes into the pan of another half-eaten cake before he skittered off to play Kingdom of Loathing when I was done washing the dishes. I then started on cleaning the stove, like I usually do after doing dishes.

When the stove was clean, I decided then to clean the counters. All the counters. I moved all the stuff that were on the counters before, cleaned them, and replaced some of the stuff, placing the rest that were unused back into the pantry, such as a coffee maker, a blender, a "Lean Mean Fat-Reducing Grilling Machine" and the accursed hotdog griller. Seriously, I honestly just do what my mom does. Grill with an actual grill, and cook hotdogs in boiling water. Why would you need speciality machines?!

After the counters, I cleaned the cabinets. I was one cabinet door done when Karl told me he was going to bed. He gave me a kiss and a hug and told me not to stay up too late before he went to bed. He had to prep in the morning so I understood. I just kept cleaning. Every single counter, I sprayed and wiped down with Lysol. Every cabinet door and handle, I did the same. I even cleaned the fridge door handles. After that, I just kept going. I hand-wiped the entire kitchen floor with Lysol, since Jess decided to destroy our mop.

When I was done, three hours had passed and I was feeling a sense of satisfaction. I removed the dishes from the dishwasher and put them back in their respective cabinets. However, I was afraid someone would walk into the kitchen with their shoes on like they usually do. Ry usually walks around the apartment in his socks, but Jess doesn't. She wears her sneakers everywhere. So I made a sign from a grocery bag (Winco!) and propped it up on a chair just at the entryway to the kitchen.

If you can't see what's written in small print, it says:
"...or I will kill you. :) No dice! Have a GREAT DAY at work now!"

After I had arranged everything, I went to bed.

When I woke up in the morning, I gave Emily a call to see what she was doing, and she had just gotten her employment package and was going to spend the afternoon figuring it out. She starts her new job tomorrow, yay! So I told her to drop by for dinner. I peered around the kitchen, and everything was the way it was as I had left it, except for the sign which was moved to the side a little.

To reward myself for my hard work, I made myself a steak, complete with mashed potatoes and mixed veggies! It tasted good. I had to keep my timing though, I wanted my steak medium rare, but it turned out to be more medium than anything, but that was all right with me. I was happy with my steak.

I don't need a speciality machine to make my own food.

Played Tower Defense for a while, and started prepping to cook dinner at about 4pm. Cut up the onions, carrots, potatoes and pork. The difference between me and Jess is that she uses everything and then leaves it all behind. I will cook, and as it cooks, I will clean. That way I can reuse the same bowl, like I did for the foam that started rising as I boiled the ingredients for the Japanese curry I was making.

Karl came home, and gave me a kiss before taking a shower, then playing Super Paper Mario, attempting the 100 Sammer Guys. Ry came home, then Jess walked through the door. She glared at me through the opening in the kitchen wall, then stalked into her room. She later emerged, and rummaged around the kitchen while I was stirring my stew, gathering all her tupperware and stowing it away, throwing away the half-eaten cakes and the truffles she had "spent six hours preparing". I couldn't stand her presence in the kitchen with me, but I just stirred my stew anyway.

While Karl was preparing the rice for the curry, Jess stalked back into the kitchen and made mac&cheese and some hotdogs. Of course, leaving the hotdog grilling machine plugged in, complete with its sticker, its colors dolefully looking up at its user. I haven't seen her emerge from there yet. I don't want to be the one clearing her dishes either way.

Karl, Emily and I then sat down to dinner and watched Robin Hood: Men In Tights. We had a good laugh, pointed out which references were from where and just enjoyed the company. When Karl later assembled his Magic deck and left for his weekly game (why should I follow? I'm not like Jess) Emily and I just hung out and chatted. Good fun.

After Emily left, I started playing Tower Defense again, when Karl came home with Mal. Apparently Marshall and Karl decided to play Magic at AAG instead of at Sam's, where they usually gather every week. Mal kicked their butts though, good on him! I'm actually just glad to see him smile. He hardly ever does anymore, and it makes us all quite sad.

Wait, wasn't I supposed to post about snow?

I'll do that later.

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Wherever you are, I know I'll find you... if you don't find me first.

It's just a matter of time.

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