Yet Another Brief Update

[serinde]

The house declutterization is going well, cum diligentia. (And as soon as I finish my tea, I will be going there again for more-of-the-same.) I think it should be ready to show for next Sunday. Hey, by the way, does anyone want STUFF? We have a lot of STUFF which will otherwise be gotten rid of in as expeditious a manner possible. Books, furniture, supplies, just random STUFF. Let me know if you want any STUFF and we'll see if we can help you.

I now have a Bitchin' Pimpmobile. It's a '93 Buick Century, but it looks like it rolled right out of, I dunno, 1978. And the interior is pristine (and deep cherry red), enhancing the pimptastic feel. Steve gave me first pick of which car to have, and it was probably unwise to choose this one, but it tickles my fancy. It has a very smooth ride--not performance handling, no, but predictable--and it's amazingly spacious, particularly the trunk. It also did yeoman's service in yesterday's post-hurricane weather.

Took a break from PACK PACK PACK PACK last night as nedlnthred had gotten us tickets to the Big Event of Montclair (!) this week, to wit the Amanti Vino Pig Roast. The food was excellent, the wine was amazing, and the historic house was droolworthy. Afterwards, we met up with Beth's friend Donna and a bunch of her friends at a local pub about two blocks away. I am getting the first glimmers of that whole Being The Only Non-Parent At The Table And They Talk About Their Kids Constantly discomfort that she spoke of when she was dating J. They all did seem like lovely people, I hasten to add. But the convo kept drifting back to offspring-comparisons. Yerk.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_nicolai_/]

Add comparisons to, say, cats. Especially if their children are small, cats compare quite well on intelligence until humans are 3-4 years old :)
Overall I'm with you, people you know usually disappear into an alternate universe when they have children, and don't come back.

[rbradakis.livejournal.com]

Heh. My first car was a 1978 Buick Century. That strange angled back end, with what appeared to be the truck cut off at an angle to make the car shorter was quite strange. My car was indeed pimpin', though. Big boom speakers, huge engine, shiny all over. Until I spent some time driving it around and beating the life span out of it.

[missionista.livejournal.com]

You're not a true pimp until you have goldfish in your shoes. And if you do put goldfish in your shoes, that should change the subject from children...

[xlerb.livejournal.com]

And if you do put goldfish in your shoes, that should change the subject from children...

But it might not help if there are also cats, as suggested above.

[caelfinn.livejournal.com]

Glad to hear the house de-cluttering is going well. I don't need any stuff in particular but if you post a list of what you've got (I know, in your copious free time) it might entice people.

Can't wait to ride in the pimpmobile. You'll need some fuzzy dice to go with that.

[syringavulgaris.livejournal.com]

I think it would be an awful long list, particularly the books that are being culled. Got the full DVD set of Sharpe's, though.

Also: Not fuzzy dice. A crystal dangling from the rear-view, with a roach clip attached to it[1]. THAT IS HOW WE ROLL.

[1] This is what my first car had. I'd no idea what a roach clip was, I just saw it at the county fair and went "yay pretty feathers yay!", like the magpie I am.

[must-sew-faster.livejournal.com]

*sigh* This makes me miss Guido, the Mafia Staff Car...aka my black 1991 Olds 98 with the red leather interior. I don't know if you remember that it, but it was one that had the deer smashed through the windshield the second week I had it.

[syringavulgaris.livejournal.com]

I don't think I ever saw that one, though I remember you telling me about the deer incident.

I am considering naming this beast Isaac (as in Hayes).

[jayeye.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should mention King Herod next time the subject of children comes up.

[shechameleon.livejournal.com]

The problem is that many folks who meet because of their kids have very little in common beyond the kids, and so run out of stuff to talk about and keep coming back to kids. It's also a "safe" topic when people don't yet know one another well. I noticed it happening on Friday night when I was out with a bunch of women. We talked about other stuff briefly (ok, and politics not-so-briefly), but kept coming back to kids. I really felt bad for the one woman at the table who does not have kids.

[nancaurelia.livejournal.com]

The car sounds charming, especially the dark cherry red interior.

If there is some day when you need much manual labor, you could invite people over to help and point out the pile of STUFF, any portion of which could easily become their STUFF and save you the hauling.

If you donate it to charity, do ask for a receipt. It actually is more useful than you might think at tax time. Been there.