December 16th, 2008

totally_sane, suzie

Jingle Jangle

Busy time at work + searching for new place to rent + imminent holiday travel = slightly frazzled Wendy.

Housing search is going okay. Daniel's scouring the listings, so all I have to do is turn up when we've arranged to see a promising place and say yea or nay on whether I'd live there. So far we've passed on a too-tiny place in a great location and declined to see another promising place because the owners were demanding to see things like our actual social security cards before they would consider renting to us. (Who has their social security card? I mean, I do, because my parents put it into a folder along with my birth certificate, and when I went out into the world to seek my fortune, they gave me that folder, and I've carried it with me ever since in a bag of holding filing cabinet. But I'd wager I'm one of the few. And have you seen a 1974-vintage social security card? It's not very impressive - I could probably fake one up given a color photocopier and 10 minutes. I hope they give kids these days something better.)

Anyway, we're going to see at least one possible place this afternoon. Fingers crossed.

For whatever reason, my preferred relief from this particular combination of stresses is watching early '70s Doctor Who episodes. I apologize in advance for any untoward squeeing about decades-old episodes that may suddenly appear in this space as a result.
language, voyage

Idiom of the week...

I was just googling around, trying to find out the derivation of the expression "heebie jeebies". I found this article, which notes that the expression is similar in meaning to the British expression, "the screaming habdabs".

I am now practically holding my breath, waiting for some suitable opportunity to drop "the screaming habdabs" into casual conversation.