Long Weekend

Wooooow. This has been the longest weekend in a while. It just seemed to stretch out for...eternity.

Friday (Pay Day):

I had the privilege of going on a little field trip with Josh. Thursday he had come home very excited from a meeting with his dad at KSI. Apparently, one of the directors there had filled him on "Pay Day". KSI or Kent, Sussex Industries is a facility that gives work to the mentally disabled.
Pay Day happens every two weeks on Friday, at 3:30 sharp. Their pay checks only amount to about $6, but that doesn't squash their excitement for a second. They cheer, give each other high-fives, and stand excitedly waiting for their name to be called. Once they're handed the check, each one of them has a special place to hide it until they get home. (Usually a fanny pack or somewhere in their pants.)
Josh and I felt we really needed to witness this. Now that I have, I think everyone should. These people posses a very child-like innocence and excitement that many of us have long forgotten. It's beautiful, really. I mean, when was the last time you got excited about $6? Honestly, I haven't been excited about a pay check since high school. I just know its going in one end and out the other pretty much immediately. Its gotten to the point now where as intensely grateful as I am for each and every pay check Josh brings home, I dread pay day. It just means I have to do the bills, and wonder how in the world anyone is supposed to save money these days. Witnessing pay day gave me a better appreciation for it.

Saturday (A lot of work and a little play):

Immediately after getting out of bed, Josh went downstairs and started working. Ugh. That never spells a good day for either of us. He has this Indian project thing he's been working on forever and the duplicator/burning thing does NOT work. He practices his French on it every day. The light at the end of the tunnel was the Rotary Club Gala we were going to that night. I kept my chin up, didn't complain about missing him, and sat myself down on at the lap top. I was incredibly bored, so I decided to work on something I'd read about in the forums. It's a free web site maker called Piczo.com. It's mind numbingly pointless, but I had nothing better to do and since I don't know HTML from Spanish, I knew it would keep me busy for a little while.
I had problems with "broken pages" for a while until I called Josh in. He's always pretty quick to come help me if he's working on something on the weekends. I think its a mix of being grateful for a break and guilt. Anyway, my big problem just turned out that for whatever reason, I can't make a piczo site while I'm in Safari. Big whoop. So, I started making the stupid thing, half way through realized that it has NO point, and so I started over. By then I had a headache and it was time to start getting ready so I gave up.
The Gala was really cool. I honestly love stuff like that, but I can't give an exact reason why. We sat with Josh's cousin Drew and his wife Kim. They're cute, and we hardly ever see them so it was nice.
We were the youngest people there and I really felt like everybody was staring at me. Not that I'm hard to miss these days, but, it was kind of embarrassing. I'm never sure if people can tell I'm pregnant, or if they just think I'm fat.
Anyway, the whole thing was so formal. The theme was French, and it was set up like a little Bistro, though I believe Bistros are Italian. Six to Seven was cocktail hour, and they had hour'duerves. Around seven they brought out a salad with strawberries on top. A few minutes later they brought out onion soup. Then there was a buffet with roast beef and, vegetables, potatoes and of course, French bread. The live band was really cool, the singer sounded exactly like Bill Medley. If you don't know who he is, just think of the song from the end of Dirty Dancing.
We stayed until about ten, and then headed out into the beginning of a snow storm. Luckily we made it inside before it got too messy. Josh went back to work after we got home, and I went back to my stupid piczo. We stayed up until 3 a.m. just messing around, in separate rooms with separate computers.
Some days, I really can't wait for Riley to be here so I have someone to play with again.

Sunday (the not so restful day):

Josh begins this day yet again at work. This time, I complained a little bit. You can't blame me, I miss my husband. In the end, I always lose anyway. I noticed he'd changed his desktop on his computer and I could tell right away it was something from deviantart. I looked at it for a while, noticing some things I recognized but I still couldn't figure out how they made it. Knowing that Josh loves to teach, I asked him, and that provided entertainment for me for the rest of the afternoon. (Not the teaching, that only took about 5 mins.)
Photoshop used to be my favorite toy until I learned how to vector. I don't like vectoring in photoshop. I can always tell when someone vectors there instead of Illustrator. Anyway, so Josh had taught me how to use a layer mask or...whatever its called. I didn't have any good brushes on this computer so I had to download some, which I love doing anyway. Deviantart has some really cool ones people make themselves, the only problem is if you intend to use the brushes on something you're going to post, you have to remember who you took them from and link them. So copying the picture Josh had on his desktop, in my own way of course, took me a couple hours. Ahh...almost dinner.
Then of course, because I was so intensely bored, I worked on the piczo. I still don't have anything to show for it, not that I would anyway. It's so embarrassing. How completely lame. If my writing is especially bad today, I blame it on the fact that it hasn't been used in a while. I literally feel as if I've lost brain cells.

If you made it through that post you're either too obsessed with me, or you're even more bored than I was this weekend.