Frozen moon

So, today at work friend Helen mentions that tonight there will be a lunar eclipse. Very cool, and I make a mental note to Google it when I get home and check it out when it happens. Leave work, and stop on the way home to buy really good ice cream (fried ice cream flavour; highly recommended- and contrary to the Mom's claim, NOT a carb!). And thus, mind clouded by ice creamy goodness, all mental notes, moon related or otherwise, are thoroughly forgotten.
Until the Mom text messages me, and alerts me to the celestial awesomeness that I am missing. Happy to have been reminded (and not wanting to miss this very cool event), I run to pull on boots, and then wander around my balcony, looking for the moon (cause I'm not one of those who keeps track of where it's supposed to be). I finally find it- if I stand right at the corner of the balcony, face the building, and crank my head back I can see the moon over the edge of the roof. And it's almost totally this ruddy brown colour, with this sliver of white at the edge, and I'm thinking, 'cool, I came at the best part'.
So I stand, in boots and jeans and a turtleneck, with my arms wrapped around myself, waiting for this eclipse to progress. And it's taking a while, so I reach in and grab a blanket off my bed to wrap around me, but standing outside on my balcony at 11 at night in February is redonculously cold even with a blanket, and I'm thinking 'come on, how long does this thing freaking take?'.
I call the Mom to let her know that I'm not missing the event, and my teeth are chattering as I talk to her, and when she realizes I'm standing out there freezing and staring at the moon, she chagrins me with the information that the stupid eclipse will take several hours, actually started at 5pm, and won't be done until several hours from now.
I'm an idiot. A frozen idiot. And one with no intention of staying up to see an eclipse that is taking its sweet time. I'm putting my frozen butt to bed- the moon can do whatever it wants.

Happy Birthday to Me...

So, it's my birthday for another 51 minutes, and I should really be heading to Somniaville, but instead I'm going to write.
I had a good birthday. The day started out a little rough, with mountains of snow (especially along all the sidewalks between home and work) thanks to yet another large snowstorm yesterday. Which resulted in cold wet socks all morning in the office. But the day only went up from there, with friends taking me out to Mongolian Grill for lunch, much accomplished at the office by end of day, Hugh making me Pad thai from scratch for dinner, and then individual little cakes, and then watching Across the Universe (quickly making it's way onto my list of favourite movies) with Hugh. It was a damn good night. And also, I started a good new book; Neverwhere, by Gaiman. Damn, can that guy write a story!
Speaking of, I'm back on the lit train myself, quill in hand. There is a short story assignment for book club that I fully intend to pen (long story how we got there, but the gist is we each have to write a story titled 'The Dirty Minister'), and also, I've got some ideas of my own flowing. We'll see if anything comes of that.
Also, I've got some sketches in my head that I think I might take a shot at getting onto paper, despite well-proven facts regarding my lack of prowess when it comes to sketching. What can I say, it's a creative time for me I guess. Next thing you know I'll be sounding out my first symphony on the back of restaurant napkins, and hiring actors for my one-woman film debut.
But until the premier, I'm going to be a recluse. In my bed. Cause it's calling.
I shouldn't have taken the time to write this- I'm overtired, and it's showing. This makes no sense. Happy Birthday to Me.

Apparently Mother Nature reads my blog

So, I wrote last time complaining about the cold without the benefit of any pretty snow, the ground being all bare and ugly.
And the next day it snows! And snows and snows, until they close the office early and we all get to go home. Hooray! (Not to mention my performance review gets put off till Monday. Yay! But it went fine, when it happened.)
And then yesterday (less than a week later), it snows again! And snows, and snows, until they close the office and everyone obediently leaves. Hooray!
At this rate, it's going to become a weekly event.
Well, thanks M.N., but this is plenty, really. I have some plans for my birthday next week, and it would be good if the city wasn't at a standstill for them.

Big plans for this weekend; I'm finally getting around to the lasagna day with the brother, and then it's Laur's birthday, so we're dining out Sunday night (locale undecided). I was talking to her last night, and we've also decided to do a long weekend in New York, but that's not until May. Still, we're very excited. Lauren wants to do cheesy tourist things, and I can't see anything wrong with that. I have to make a list of where to go and what to see!

And planning for Britain continues. Dates have been suggested, and as soon as England Aunt confirms, a flight will be booked (a flight! It's really real!). And Mom's taken over the Mexico research, but she's keeping me posted. At this rate, I'm thinking about so many vacation spots, I'm starting to feel like a travel agent.

Anyways, I gotta get to work. Have a good day, all!