Saturday, February 10, 2007
Mumbles
If I could mumble my way through a post, at this point I would do it in the hopes it would appease Nick, of the nuclear sort. But I suppose a poorly written post peppered with "nnn" and "ummm" and "rarrr" wouldn't exactly entrench me in your minds as a belletrist by any means. (Because as we all know, every. other. single. post. I've written is a work of art. Yeah.)
But hey, I'm trying. It's Saturday morning. I've got the toons going, laundry happenin', and coffee brewing. The dog refuses to go outside in the snow. The cat won't come out from under the sofa. Does this all sound familiar?
What I should be doing is:
1. Calling Keech to tell her how much I love her/miss her/want her, hubby and baby to come for a visit. (Keech, I always *think* about calling you... but then I think it's too early or too late and never end up doing it. And I know you do the same thing, too!!) I love you more than the salted rim of my margarita, the melted butter on my toast and the curl in Gus' tail!
2. Writing a letter to Blake, congratulating him on his impending nuptials and thanking him for sending season one of "Deadwood".
3. Physically THROWING the dog out in the back yard.
4. Vacuuming my bedroom. It's a sad thing to think of a metaphor involving all the cobwebs that seem to grow like weeds in that ONE room of my house.
But, what I have been doing is:
1. Trudging to work every day in this hellish weather. Anything below 20 is cold, and it's been, like FIVE DEGREES without windchill, people. Yeah, Nick loves it. Freak.
2. For whatever reason, I've been doing an inordinate amount of shopping (grocery and otherwise) lately. Nest much?
3. Despite #2 above, I have NOT been cooking. Pathetic.
4. Reading The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova. At a whopping 642 pages, I may just finish it by October given my somewhat laissez-faire attitude of late. I guess this should have gone under the heading of 'what I should be doing'.
There are a few things I am GOING to do:
1. Drive home tomorrow and take my dad out for lunch. He'll be a whopping 66 years old... what a better way to spend an afternoon AND I get to see both of my grandmas.
2. On Friday I'll be heading to the Picador to see one of my all-time favorite bands, the Honeydogs. Larietta got me their new CD (Amygdala) for Xmas, and she's going with me.
Well, folks, it's time for me to go get something accomplished before heading to George's for another fantastic, fun-filled day of social alchemy. Here's hoping that, for a nice change of pace, one of the night crew filled up the fucking pickle jar. Man, I hate doing that.
On that note: as you were.
Who dat snappin' back? |
But hey, I'm trying. It's Saturday morning. I've got the toons going, laundry happenin', and coffee brewing. The dog refuses to go outside in the snow. The cat won't come out from under the sofa. Does this all sound familiar?
What I should be doing is:
1. Calling Keech to tell her how much I love her/miss her/want her, hubby and baby to come for a visit. (Keech, I always *think* about calling you... but then I think it's too early or too late and never end up doing it. And I know you do the same thing, too!!) I love you more than the salted rim of my margarita, the melted butter on my toast and the curl in Gus' tail!
2. Writing a letter to Blake, congratulating him on his impending nuptials and thanking him for sending season one of "Deadwood".
3. Physically THROWING the dog out in the back yard.
4. Vacuuming my bedroom. It's a sad thing to think of a metaphor involving all the cobwebs that seem to grow like weeds in that ONE room of my house.
But, what I have been doing is:
1. Trudging to work every day in this hellish weather. Anything below 20 is cold, and it's been, like FIVE DEGREES without windchill, people. Yeah, Nick loves it. Freak.
2. For whatever reason, I've been doing an inordinate amount of shopping (grocery and otherwise) lately. Nest much?
3. Despite #2 above, I have NOT been cooking. Pathetic.
4. Reading The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova. At a whopping 642 pages, I may just finish it by October given my somewhat laissez-faire attitude of late. I guess this should have gone under the heading of 'what I should be doing'.
There are a few things I am GOING to do:
1. Drive home tomorrow and take my dad out for lunch. He'll be a whopping 66 years old... what a better way to spend an afternoon AND I get to see both of my grandmas.
2. On Friday I'll be heading to the Picador to see one of my all-time favorite bands, the Honeydogs. Larietta got me their new CD (Amygdala) for Xmas, and she's going with me.
Well, folks, it's time for me to go get something accomplished before heading to George's for another fantastic, fun-filled day of social alchemy. Here's hoping that, for a nice change of pace, one of the night crew filled up the fucking pickle jar. Man, I hate doing that.
On that note: as you were.
