One Day More! ('Les Misbarack')

(I thought this was incredibly clever.)

Les Miserables - One Day More! Lyrics

VALJEAN
One day more!
Another day, another destiny.
This never-ending road to Calvary;
These men who seem to know my crime
Will surely come a second time.
One day more!

MARIUS
I did not live until today.
How can I live when we are parted?

VALJEAN
One day more.

MARIUS & COSETTE
Tomorrow you'll be worlds away
And yet with you, my world has started!

EPONINE
One more day all on my own.

MARIUS & COSETTE
Will we ever meet again?

EPONINE
One more day with him not caring.

MARIUS & COSETTE
I was born to be with you.

EPONINE
What a life I might have known.

MARIUS & COSETTE
And I swear I will be true!

EPONINE
But he never saw me there!

ENJOLRAS
One more day before the storm!

MARIUS
Do I follow where she goes?

ENJOLRAS
At the barricades of freedom.

MARIUS
Shall I join my brothers there?

ENJOLRAS
When our ranks begin to form

MARIUS
Do I stay; and do I dare?

ENJOLRAS
Will you take your place with me?

ALL
The time is now, the day is here

VALJEAN
One day more!

JAVERT
One more day to revolution,
We will nip it in the bud!
I will join these little schoolboys,
They will wet themselves with blood!

VALJEAN
One day more!

M. & MME. THENARDIER
Watch 'em run amuck,
Catch 'em as they fall,
Never know your luck
When there's a free for all,
Here a little `dip'
There a little `touch'
Most of them are goners
So they won't miss much!

Students (2 Groups)
1: One day to a new beginning

2: Raise the flag of freedom high!

1: Every man will be a king

2: Every man will be a king

1: There's a new world for the winning

2: There's a new world to be won

ALL
Do you hear the people sing?

MARIUS
My place is here, I fight with you!

VALJEAN
One day more!

MARIUS & COSETTE
I did not live until today.

EPONINE
One more day all on my own!

MARIUS & COSETTE
How can I live when we are parted?

JAVERT(overlapping)
I will join these people's heros
I will follow where they go
I will learn their little Secrets,
I will know the things they know.

VALJEAN
One day more!

MARIUS & COSETTE
Tomorrow you'll be worlds away

EPONINE
What a life I might have known!

MARIUS & COSETTE
And yet with you my world has started

JAVERT(overlapping)
One more day to revolution
We will nip it in the bud
We'll be ready for these

Schoolboys

THENARDIERS(overlapping)
Watch 'em run amok
Catch 'em as they fall
Never know your luck
When there's a free-for-all!

VALJEAN
Tomorrow we'll be far away,
Tomorrow is the judgement day

ALL
Tomorrow we'll discover
What our God in Heaven has in store!
One more dawn
One more day
One day more!

Home Again, Home Again

I drove home to Iowa to pick up my husband this weekend. I drove in on Saturday afternoon and out the next morning, basically staying only long enough to see my dad, snuggle some wiener dogs and do our laundry. (Yes, we're in our early 30's and taking our laundry home to do...what's your point? :) ) We'd hoped to get out and see some family while we were in, but there just was no time. I was glad to be having my Mike back, but I left Iowa a little heartsick for my Mom and a lot homesick for the days before she and Matt died.


I took a lot of pictures - lots of pictures of the twin wiener boys, along with the rest of the furry family. I'll try and put them up soon. But for now, bedtime. It's back to work tomorrow.

Mike's First Wife

Tonight we got a call from an "unknown number." Usually I let these go right to voicemail, but tonight I picked it up because Mike's traveling and I didn't want to miss a call if it was him. They asked for Michael and I said that he wasn't here. I had just gotten out of the shower and was dripping on the floor, so when the lady kept talking, I got a little irked. "My name is Stephanie and I'm calling from the Marriage Research Institute," she said, "When is a good time for me to call back?"

I'm not sure what came over me, but I said, "Mike left this afternoon to visit his other wife and children. Well, they're not actually legally married, since we got married first, but he calls her his wife. He'll be back next week, so you could try him then." She hung up without a word.

Think they'll call back? :)

A Conversation

(But first, a little background...) Mike will be leaving via Amtrak on Wednesday afternoon to spend a few days in Iowa with my dad. On Thursday they'll be going on a group outing, where they'll go on a lunch cruise, to a casino and to a dinner theater. I'll be driving down late Friday after work and we'll drive home together on Sunday. But, from Wednesday to Friday, I'll be on my own.

The following conversation took place in the kitchen, while Mike was hugging me.

Cindi: I'm going to miss you while you're gone.

Mike: I'll miss you, too.

*pause*

Mike: I'll miss you while I'm at the casino.

*slight pause*

Mike: What?! I have a wife?! Where did this ring come from?!!

The Sick

There was talk of us going to Michigan this weekend. Then the sick hit. Tuesday I knew I was coming down with something and Wednesday I came home early from work, barely able to move and unable to breathe through my nose. Mike wasn't feeling well, either, but he took care of me as he seemed convinced that I was worse off than he. Since I was fairly convinced that I was on the verge of death, I let him baby me. I stayed at home again on Thursday and by noon, Mike was home sick, too, and our place had become a third floor decontamination tent.

Mike staked out the guest room, (or as we like to refer to it now...the "bonus" room), for his recovery.
The great thing about our house is that you never need nap alone. In fact, I dare you to try.
On Friday it was back to work. I'd have liked another day off, but didn't want to use any more of my paid time off to get it. As I was getting ready to go to work, I realized that we hadn't gotten anything together if we were going to Michigan. I asked Mike if we were going to go and we decided that we didn't really feel up to the drive.

But today, we were feeling much improved - so we started off the day with a lunch trip to Baker's Square...which ended with pie! Yummo. Mike had French Silk.
While I had a Chocolate Peanut Butter Crunch, myself.
Then Mike took me to the Unique Thrift Shop where I found this sweatshirt for Mike for $4. I love the thrift store. I got some new books for 25 and 50 cents each, so I was happy, too. Although this is the fourth installment of Maya Angelou's "personal narrative." I'll now have to get the other ones! Sheesh. For the record, they are I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Gather Together in My Name, Singin' and Swingin' and Gettin' Merry Like Christmas, The Heart of a Woman (which I just got), All God's Children Need Traveling Shoes, and A Song Flung Up to Heaven.

Then we came home and I sort of pondered what we could do. Mike came up with the idea, though. A hockey game! We decided to buy tickets to see the Chicago Wolves play. We had really close seats and the mascot, Skates, came and sat by us at one point.

The best part, of course, is the hockey fights. And there were a lot of them. It was awesome.

Of course, I can't ever go anywhere without sitting near somebody who annoys me. There was one in front...I saw a lot of this....
...and two behind me. This top girl was semi- annoying in a Valley-girl sort of way.
But I wanted to seriously punch her friend here in the face. She was right behind me. Not only did she have an annoying laugh, but she kept shrieking at the top of her lungs for one of the players. And I don't mean once in a "oh-she's-so-young-and-cute-and-enthusiastic" sort of way. I mean repeatedly in a sort of psycho stalker way. And her voice had the same frequency of fingernails on a chalkboard.
But other than that, the game was a lot of fun. And the Wolves won their home opener.

There were lots of funny people around, too. This studmuffin's texting his girlfriend his undying love. I know - I'm such a nosy Nellie. But I couldn't believe my eyes. He can't be older than 12!
We bought a couple of souvenirs. And spent a decent amount of time goofing around with them before we left.

"Whatcha gonna do, brother...when these pythons are wrapped around yoooooooou. Oooooooh, yeaaaaaaaaah." (Little Hulk Hogan humor for you there.)


I wonder what we'll do tomorrow...
Perhaps I'll get my nails done. :D
Or maybe we'll just sleep and see if we can't get rid of the sick before it's time to go back to work. Should be fun either way.

By the Way

I LOVE this picture of us.

Sparty On!

Ok. Admittedly, I've never been much of a Michigan State fan. I grew up in the Hawkeye state and I've always stood by my Hawks. But, the Spartans played Northwestern this afternoon in Evanston - not terribly far north of where we live. Mike convinced me to buy two tickets from one of the partners at the law firm with which I am employed, as he and his brother-in-law had talked about going. I did. Then said brother-in-law ran into work commitments and couldn't make it to Chicago.

And so I suggested that he call Sergio and some of his guy friends. "I'm sure that you can find someone to go with you, pea." I said. Mike looked at me with those big, green eyes and said, "But I want you to go with me." I admit that in my head I went, "Crap!" I hate rooting for the visiting team - I'm much too prone to get into a fight with anyone who heckles me. But, Mike's kinda cute and I do have a huge soft spot for the lug and so I agreed to don my (one) Spartan gear and cheer with all my might.

And so we spent the afternoon watching Michigan State crush the hopes and dreams of an undefeated year for the Wildcats - much to the dismay of those around us in the stands. The partner who owned the tickets warned me that they were deep in Northwestern season ticket holder territory. There was a bit of hostility, as the guy behind us commented to his friend no less than three times that he shouldn't have to sit behind Spartan fans when there were Wildcat fans sitting in the end zone.

And there was the guy two or three rows back who yelled, "It's Saturday!...Saturday, not Friday!" repeatedly when an MSU player was hurt and being examined on the field. He did it so many times that finally I turned to Mike and (to his amusement) said: "Did you know what day it was, Mike? Apparently it's Saturday. I had thought it was Friday. In fact, I was sitting here thinking to myself, 'Damn! I should be at work right now!'...And then I remembered. It's Saturday, not Friday. Man...what was I thinking? It's a good thing that guy's here to set me straight." We're pretty sure he's also the guy who kept yelling, "C'mon, throw a flag! Where's the flag?! Open your eyes, ref! etc." whenever MSU would make any kind of a big play. He might add different stuff, but it always started with "Throw a flag!" This we turned into an amusement for ourselves by yelling, "Throw a flag!" at random intervals. Mike made me snort water out of my nose by yelling, "Throw a flag!" at the marching band during the half-time show.

Eventually, the guy was getting on my nerves and I know he was annoying Mike because at one point Mike turned to me and said, "That guy is the biggest crybaby I've ever seen." Agreed. As we were getting up to leave, he yelled, "Come on, ref, stop cheating!" and I finally couldn't take it anymore. I turned around and yelled, "Stop whining!" He didn't have any reply at that time and, as we were leaving anyway, he didn't have time to formulate one. Just as well. I'd hate to get blood on my Michigan State shirt when I kicked his "ace" like a soccer hooligan.

Tomorrow we're going to hang out with my friend, Lisa and her former roommates (from New York) at the Chicago Marathon...which means they're arriving at our door at 7 a.m. Yikes. Mike was not thrilled. Then we have tickets to see "Forbidden Broadway" at the Royal George Theater. Definitely a full weekend!

We *heart* Wii Fit

Oh, how I do wish that I could have included a few pictures of Mike playing on his Wii Fit, but he prefers to do his exercise in his underbritches and I'm afraid he'd never forgive me if I put it up on the internet.



(My own best Wii fit age is 23. I was like, "In your FACE! I rule you!") I think Mike's lowest has been 24.






Mike insisted that I take a picture of his total time of nearly 11 hours! He's been really good about doing it every day. His favorite is the yoga.

Do Not Pass Go

Ok, so Mike tried to get me arrested yesterday. We stopped at Target on our way home from work. After looking around for a bit, I headed for the check-out with the one item I needed to pay for. One. Seeing a short line, I immediately headed for it. Apparently, another woman had the same idea I had and was none too please when I got there a few seconds before she did. She made her distaste incredibly clear and spoke to her friend in a rapid burst of Polish. I barely restrained from telling her off by humming a little song in my head that went something like, "I will not get in a fight at Target." to the tune of the William Tell Overture.

I could not, however, refrain from commenting angrily about her to Mike as we went down the stairs towards our car. I said something like, "Yeah, go ahead and comment to your friend in Polish like I don't know exactly what you're talking about." I had a nice little head of angry steam going and when Mike said, "Yeah. I thought I heard her say 'kurwa' in there somewhere." I think that the people in the store could literally hear the *snap* as I freaking lost it. Kurwa is a very, very nasty word in Polish. That bi-otch was going down. I had literally taken a couple of steps back towards her when I realized that Mike was kidding.

He thought it was hilarious. I was not as amused. :D