Word of the Day: paronomasia Italy 2 : Germany 0 France 1 : Portugal 0 Saturday - Germany vs. Portugal [for third] Sunday - FRANCE VS. ITALY I guess I'm sort of glad it's France vs. Italy. If it were France vs. Germany, I wouldn't really be rooting for anyone, I'd just be enjoying the game. However, I believe France plays prettier football than Italy. I remember when they played Brazil in the 1998 final [when I was a beginner to the World Cup], I thought, 'Man, they play so smooth, so fluid.' Needless to say, I'm all for France for the cup and Germany for third. That Germany vs. Portugal game is going to be a raucous match, though, the way Portugal's been this tournament. The only reason I'm saying all this here is because when I start talking to JD about football, his eyes glaze over not unlike the way mine do when he starts talking to me about World of Warcraft sometimes. I think he might be getting tired of this tournament and will probably be glad to watch the final match on Sunday and be rid of it finally. Or at least for another four years. I mentioned in my last entry that JD's mother has returned from Houston. We thought she was staying in Houston until the next surgery, but she decided without letting us know that she planned on returning here. JD said she was mad that we moved things around in the kitchen, and she's since moved things back where they 'belong'. Pft. I'm the one doing the cooking, I should have things where I want them, eh? But whatever, it won't be too long before I'll have my own tiny kitchen to lord over. Any road, she's been all right, I suppose. I think she's stopped smoking for real, praised be Jesus. She's moving around just fine and she got her staples out yesterday, so now she's just hanging out for another six to eight weeks [or maybe a week or so less] before she has to go back to Houston and do it all over again. As far as I know, we haven't received anymore past due or discontinuation of services notices, so I'm assuming the finances are doing fine, but I wouldn't put it past her to leave us with a huge mess when she leaves again. Honestly, what I want most at this moment is to have our own home and be rid of her and her messes for good. It's just really frustrating that she treats her own son like a roommate and doesn't tell JD a single thing about what's going on. Speaking of lording over the kitchen, I'm a fabulous cook. I knew I was because I can follow directions well enough. I just wanted to state that into the electic void of the internet. Nothing's really developed at work. Psych!!!! We finally got our flag and Holiday Inn privileges back this past Friday. They still aren't done with everything for the renovations, but things have definitely improved roomwise. Now the only thing we have to worry about is the service scores, with I'm sure will stay crappy. Cong decided to fire Velma yesterday, too, which sucks for me. Cong also told me that if he can't get me back in accounting [which is probable] then he's going to make me AM lead. I was going to ask him if it was a Monday through Friday stint, but he mentioned he'd give me a raise and I forgot all about it. Lord, that would be bliss, even if I had to come in at seven, working Monday through Friday and not having to worry about my schedule and working every single Sunday. But, really, whatever, because I need a raise. New people at the desk are making more than I am, and I would protest but I know the people at corporate office too well. They won't be handing out raises in the near future, not after Mr. Hsu spent all this money on us. I've started thinking about NaNoWriMo. I've been carrying around a notebook and writing down ideas and lengthening devices and names [since I'm bad at coming up with names myself]. I got really excited about it after, once again, digging into the Harry Potter series. I hate them and I love them. Next year it'll be over, thank goodness. This waiting for her to write books sucks. Any road, NaNoWriMo. I told myself I was going to buy a fedora as my 'writing cap', so if anyone sees a cheap fedora on the internet, let me know. I need to get on that. At times I feel really confident, almost positive, that I can win, but most of the time I just think I'm crazy for even considering it. I also have to find music to listen to and a good pair of headphones. I'm getting used to Harold, so that won't be a problem typing on him when the times comes. I have less than three months to prepare, but not too much. I love JD and Patrick. Not all the time, but I do. They're the best husband and babeh I could ask for, even if JD is sometimes heartless and selfish and inconsiderate and Patrick is sometimes an annoying and whiney nuisance. I love them dearly.