Like a Kid On Christmas Morning
Nov. 10th, 2007 09:21 amYeah. I woke up early this morning.
No, really - think about that for a minute. I had my alarm set, and I woke up before it went off and I found myself unable to fall back to sleep.
Those of you who know me well should pick yourselves up and dust yourselves off.
I really don't think that I've had this kind of a sense of antici....pation and excitement about a 'thing' or an 'event' since I actually was a kid on Christmas. My greedy little ass was like so many others and I just couldn't sleep worth a damn on Christmas morning. I remember many a 4am battle with:
Funny - I just realized that my folks are a big part of today as well. They're being kind enough to come down and help us get started on the house.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
xtingu really loves the design skillz and style that my Mom used to decorate their own place so she asked if my Mom would be willing to come down and help us figure out what to do with our place.
Ok... ok... enough with the "yer Mom" jokes.
And can I just point out that the thrill is quite definitely still there with every utterance of "our place"?
My Pop is also being kind enough to lend his madd skillz to the fray by helping me replace one of the toilets, build shelving units, and a wide range of other things which require his MacGuyver-esque mind.
You realize that I'm writing this entry to keep from running upstairs and wakingxtingu in order to run out the door to go see our new place don't you? It's a battle with my willpower that I think I may be losing.
In fact... yup. I just lost.
No, really - think about that for a minute. I had my alarm set, and I woke up before it went off and I found myself unable to fall back to sleep.
Those of you who know me well should pick yourselves up and dust yourselves off.
I really don't think that I've had this kind of a sense of antici....pation and excitement about a 'thing' or an 'event' since I actually was a kid on Christmas. My greedy little ass was like so many others and I just couldn't sleep worth a damn on Christmas morning. I remember many a 4am battle with:
"I can't stop staring at my ceiling.. I wonder if my parents are up yet. I wonder if I could wake them up without being obvious. If I could wake them without being obvious, I could just convince them that they might as well stay up now..."
Funny - I just realized that my folks are a big part of today as well. They're being kind enough to come down and help us get started on the house.
xtingu really loves the design skillz and style that my Mom used to decorate their own place so she asked if my Mom would be willing to come down and help us figure out what to do with our place.Ok... ok... enough with the "yer Mom" jokes.
And can I just point out that the thrill is quite definitely still there with every utterance of "our place"?
My Pop is also being kind enough to lend his madd skillz to the fray by helping me replace one of the toilets, build shelving units, and a wide range of other things which require his MacGuyver-esque mind.
You realize that I'm writing this entry to keep from running upstairs and waking
xtingu in order to run out the door to go see our new place don't you? It's a battle with my willpower that I think I may be losing.In fact... yup. I just lost.
