I should have something to say after all this time, but I don’t, really. The last few weeks have been busy. The northern nieces and nephew have arrived, so I’ve been spending a lot of time with them. I’m super excited for my five-day weekend; our company has Friday off (Fourth of July observed), and I took some vacation time on Monday and Tuesday to spend with my family. Saturday is the Pie’s birthday; that’s going to be a fun day! Anyway, the vacation time is much needed. I feel like the last few weeks have been a blur, and I haven’t even done much outside of the usual: working, running, walking, sweating, etc. Oh, and I spent last weekend watching a lot of videos like this one:

Crazy, right?

That’s right, it’s Sir Paul McCartney’s 67th birthday! And if anyone would like to get me a ticket to see Paul on Saturday, July 18th at Citi Field in honor his birthday, I won’t be mad.

Oh, it’s Sam’s birthday, too! Happy birthday, brother Sam.

And yesterday was #1 brother-in-law’s birthday. And Granny’s birthday. (And #1 b-i-l and whatever-my-sister-will-name-herself-in-her-comment’s anniversary, but this is a post about birthdays. So happy marriage birthday, guys.)

We’re gonna have a good time! Happy birthday to you!

Why? Because my apartment exploded. Well, the drains did.

Miriam and I were watching a movie. The volume was up high (to 11!) because I can never hear movies well. It was storming out also. All of a sudden, I told Miriam that it sounds like the noise on our TV (bombs in the movie) was coming from our kitchen. We went in there to find our sink exploding. Seriously. It wasn’t just water coming out of our drain. Black water was spewing like a geyser up from the drain all over the kitchen. We didn’t know what to do. I grabbed some stuff off the counter and started to freak out. After it finally stopped, we found that the two bathrooms were also flooded, and some water was seeping through the kitchen wall to the other side in the living room. Fun! And guess what? We don’t have a super or an emergency contact; our landlord swears she checks her machine over the weekend in case of an emergency, but she sure wasn’t in touch with us last night. So after making some phone calls and having the dude who flushed the building’s pipes after ours exploded came in and told us it was safe to use the water, we started cleaning. Well, first we had to go out and buy a mop and extra cleaning supplies. Then we came back to face this:

I’ll spare you the rest of the pictures, which includes our flooded bathrooms and linen closet, as well as the seepage of water from the kitchen to the living room. After the late-night run to the store and much scrubbing and scrubbing (and scrubbing), we finished cleaning everything: at 5 a.m.

I slept from a little after six until eight or so (8:30ish, maybe), then decided I’d go to work around 11:00. (Miriam fell asleep around 5:30, barely remembered calling in to work, and then also decided to go in around 11:00. What can I say? We’re hard workers! And we need money.) I couldn’t go earlier because, since I was home anyway, I tried to get Paul McCartney tickets: epic fail. Then I stayed at work until 6:00, and while driving home, I noticed that something was hitting my car. I pulled in to the CVS parking lot…and was stuck in my car in the middle of a huge hail storm. The storm and the hail were both huge. And it was scary. Then I drove through some horrible fog on the way home. And now I think I’ve had enough of ridiculous weather to last me a lifetime. But I finally got home, safely, and the apartment was dry. Can’t say the same for me. I earned that glass of wine!

No, not them:

Happy birthday to my nephew Mowgli, who turns four today! I can’t believe this smart, sweet, and fab (of course) little boy is four. In honor of his birthday, I’m going to ask for your help: What should I call him on the blog? Should I keep calling him Mowgli? Do those of you who know him think he still resembles this kid?

Back when I referred to him as The Crazy Guy, I used this picture:

So what do you think? Back to The Crazy Guy? Keep using Mowgli? Or should we name him after one of these guys from his favorite movie?

Happy birthday, oldest nephew! I love you!

What’s “it,” you ask? My mind. The other day, I poured myself a cup of coffee. I went to the fridge to get the milk, but it wasn’t there. I asked Miriam if it was on the table, although I didn’t think I brought it out of the kitchen after using it in my first coffee (I didn’t). I looked in the fridge again, then Miriam looked in there (for good measure), then I started looking in the cabinets. I couldn’t find it anywhere. Finally, I turned around and screamed: I put it ON TOP of the fridge! What the what?! I must’ve done it without thinking when I put the granola back up there. But holy crap, what the hell is going on? Last month, on the way to the Bruce Springsteen concert, I realized we had to turn around and go back to my apartment. Why? Because I forgot my ticket! Seriously, this isn’t like me. I thought I had another incident from last week to tell you about, but I’ve forgotten it already.

In other news, I went to the dentist today. I don’t have any cavities. At least I remember to floss.

Actually, I’m right here, doing a little live blogging from Granny’s house (thanks, Mom, for bringing your computer with mobile broadband!). Granny and AN are arguing about some prescriptions, Mom just walked out in a towel and curlers (sorry, no pictures!), and soon we’ll be playing our usual game of Boggle with AA. Good times!

A couple of updates on past posts: I went to the doctor for the follow-up appointment about my ankle. It’s better, and he said I should ease back to doing what I want. I’ve gone for some walks, so that’s good. Still a bit sore, but better as I keep walking. He also said as long as the bone chip remains attached, I won’t need to have surgery. And then I went to the allergist, who told me I have allergies! Who knew?

Anyway, now there’s some swearing going on. I better go pay attention; I could learn some new words from these folks. I hope I can spell them so I can spot them in Boggle.

Today is The Duck’s first birthday! Happy birthday, baby T. I love you!

Well, it’s the end of the three-day weekend. I’m sad that it’s over, but I had a pretty good weekend.

Saturday was spent on the party circuit! Miriam and I went to a couple of parties. We like to drop by for a little while and go home before overstaying our welcome. Always leave them wanting more.

On Sunday, we took a short road trip with our mother and her friend. After a successful day of shopping (of course it was successful; we bought food), I made a delicious pizza using whole wheat dough, topped with sauce, mozzarella cheese, and sautéed onions, zucchini, and peppers. My mom gave it two thumbs up. Miriam’s only complaint was that I could’ve put more cheese on it. More cheese! This girl never eats cheese! I didn’t put much on because she doesn’t like it. I know for next time.

Today was a day off from work. I didn’t do too much: slept late, BJ’s run, dinner with Mom and Miriam. All in all, we had a nice weekend. And now I’m dreading the work week. I’ve been working long days to bank up some overtime to use instead of personal time for some appointments coming up on Thursday and Friday. I can’t wait for Thursday’s appointment. I’m going back to the doctor for him to check my ankle, which is pretty much fine at this point. I have some moments of discomfort, but I don’t feel much pain. And I’m hoping he’ll tell me to go back to walking and running because I feel like a slug. Anyway, tomorrow is another long day (I need a bit more time). And one of my coworkers’ last day was on Friday. And I’m not happy about it. Tomorrow is going to feel even longer.

I hope everyone else had a nice weekend! Anyone do anything fun?