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Monday, June 25, 2007

Time Off Is Good For My Self-Esteem

Having unlimited free time really does wonders for me, I've discovered. It's like I can take all the most productive parts of my brain (of which there are admittedly few, but still) and put them to use, concocting lovely plans for things I'd like to finally get around to doing this summer. At the same time I can also realize my dream of complete and utter laziness; a laziness so great that it actually included reading an article in People entitled "What Happened to Lindsay Lohan?" simply because I couldn't be bothered to get off the couch to get my copy of School Library Journal. Thanks for sending me all those back issues of People, Mom! I've been meaning to play catch up with the Linds.

Anyway, considering I've had five days to compose a new post, one would think that I could have come up with some brilliant ideas, or at the very least a mediocre outline of what I was going to write, but... ummm, yeah. No. This is all freestyle, baby. Winging it. 'Cuz that's how I roll. So why don't I give you a little breakdown of my doings over the past few days and we'll just pretend I was planning on doing that the whole time, okay?

Friday was finally nice enough to get my ass outside, so I loaded up a bunch of new music on the beloved nano and went for a fairly long run/walk up past Tufts and down the other side of Davis. By the time I got back I was tired and sweaty, but elated to find a big green produce box on my doorstep from Boston Organics. I hauled it up the stairs and opened it up and my excitement deflated like a helium balloon in a freezer; I had somehow forgotten that organic produce tends to be a) smaller than regular produce, since it's not pumped full of chemicals and such, b) a little strange looking, since it's deformities and natural shape are not genetically modified into perfectly round oranges and apples, and c) expensive as hell. I'm not kidding you when I tell you they sent me a head of cauliflower that was the size of a baseball. Sure, it was cute, and yes, it's just C and I eating it, but for $27? That better be the best tasting cauliflower I've ever had in my life. [edit: I just ate one of the pears from the box and it was very unimpressive. Boo.]

Anyway, I also managed to watch Volver and although it was funny, I just wasn't that into it. Maybe it was Penelope Cruz's hair that was irritating me, maybe it was the fact that I was playing Darts on the Nintendo while trying to watch a subtitled movie, or maybe I was just in the mood for something like Dumb and Dumber a little less acclaimed, but I gave Almodovar a whopping "meh". When C got home from his job at the seventh circle of hell we made a late dinner on the grill and took a stroll down to Davis for some ice cream. And can I just tell you? Oreo soft serve is the bomb. For reals. Then C had a (super-late) band practice and I settled in for a night of Forensic Files and Ghost Hunters. And then peeing my pants every time I heard the slightest noise and going to bed with a giant serrated steak knife with the certainty that if no one broke into the house to murder and dismember me, surely someone out there was slowly poisoning me with antifreeze. Damn you, CourtTV!

Saturday was my godson's first birthday, and if you don't know this by now, my family pretty much has some Martha Stewart DNA injected into our bloodstreams at birth and our parties sometimes go a little overboard. So when I heard two weeks ago that my cousin had been re-painting her (already perfect) back porch in preparation for this party, I knew the party would be a success. And by success, I mean she would pull off a pirate-themed party for a one year old and make it fun. I hid giant gold coins around the yard for the kids to find, there was a cake shaped like a treasure chest, there were eye patches and a pinata and all kinds of terror on the high seas fun. And once all the kids were gone for the day, we lit a big fire in the backyard and just relaxed sans screaming piratical children. Unfortunately, C's boss, Satan, demanded that he work on Saturday and he also had a band "gig" scheduled in Jamaica Plain for that evening, so he was unable to attend the festivities. He did, however, discover that his band was loud enough to clear a club in under 10 minutes. And also, that they rock. Hardcore.

Sunday we decided to play tourist and head down to Faneuil Hall, but only because I had been craving Wagamama's since they opened up their first US location right here in my very own city. We didn't even mind the crowds of crazy travelers fighting their way through Quincy Marketplace because we got to sit in the breezy summer sun and drink ginger peach iced tea while C shouted to every duck boat that went by. We also took a stroll through FancyTown, aka Beacon Hill, stopping in Cafe Vanille and the classiest 7-11 C had ever seen. Seriously, this 7-11 doesn't sell snacks, they sell sundries. Ah, old money. We hopped back on the T, came home to rest after our long (read: mile or so) walk, and start dinner. C made skewers of some type of carne asada and onions to grill (I do believe that every meal we've had has been grilled since he bought that thing, but I'm not complaining), and I turned that tiny little cauliflower into a magical au gratin with the help of many cheeses, some red potatoes, and Silk creamer. Yum. We also watched Apocalypto, which was surprisingly amazing, if you're in the mood for action and gore.

And that's it, people. Now it's Monday. The only reason I know it's Monday is because C had to go to the place that pays him. Oh yeah, and I have my second shift at the gym tonight! I promise all you fans of the Parking Lady that I will try to be all super spy and get some photos, just as soon as Fuji sends me my camera back. Because did I mention that I dropped it at C's birthday party weeks ago? And they still haven't fixed it? Seriously, it fell like 5 inches and the entire lens encasement snapped right off. Way to build for durability, Fuji.

I digress: pictures. Of the crazy lady. I accept the mission. Happy Monday!

18 Comments:

Blogger 3carnations rocks hardcore!

That cake is terrific! I never do stuff like that...But the cream filled cake from Sam's Club that I added to to turn it into a Wiggles Cake worked just fine for us. :)

10:18 AM

 
Blogger Beej rocks hardcore!

Cakes like that are how Paris Hilton ended up the way she did!

10:45 AM

 
Blogger Kirsten rocks hardcore!

The Linds? What, my family is in People magazine? Sweet.

10:52 AM

 
Blogger Erikka rocks hardcore!

buying organic can be a let down, but if you shop around at the farmer's market, you can find big ol' organic produce to rival any of the chemically infused stuff sold in the supermarket. i've heard of Boston Organics, it's ok if you're trying to be health conscious and such, but really, they get produce from all over, so the quality will vary.

12:51 PM

 
Blogger Whiskeymarie rocks hardcore!

Holy cow, your weekend was WAY more exciting than mune.

I'm trying to do the organic thing too, and I'm constantly amazed at how much $$$ I can spend in the co-op.
I bought a bag of grapes the other day that was $12.
Sheesh.

1:00 PM

 
Blogger lizgwiz rocks hardcore!

Be careful about taking knives to bed with you. I did that once. Seriously. Put a big old butcher knife under my pillow (I knew there was something going on in the 'hood, due to the buzzing helicopters and police searchlights being shined directly into my windows) and the next morning I yawned, stretched...and cut my finger on the knife. Of course.

3:30 PM

 
Anonymous alyndabear rocks hardcore!

I read through this post and now I'm hungry. Damnit!

4:13 PM

 
Blogger Ween rocks hardcore!

Dude - Court TV is the devil. I fell asleep watching it one night and had a dream that my husband was trying to kill me...fortunately I woke up before he succeeded.

The woman on the TV? Not so lucky.

4:21 PM

 
Blogger L Sass rocks hardcore!

I have heard rumors about this wagamamas. I want to try it!

6:45 PM

 
Blogger Beej rocks hardcore!

I hope C reads this before he tiptoes late-night into bed to find himself stabbed in the spleen.

7:52 PM

 
Blogger Tori rocks hardcore!

All your posts make me laugh!
I love your sense of humor.
Can't wait for the update on the crazy gym lady!

9:01 PM

 
Blogger stilettoheights rocks hardcore!

yes, photos of the parking lady and perhaps an "article" about her called "What Happened to the Parking Lady"

who knows maybe she was once a child star...maybe she holds the fate of lindsay blohan!!

7:38 AM

 
Anonymous LaLa rocks hardcore!

Man, I am suddenly really bloody hungry.

8:28 AM

 
Blogger Kelli rocks hardcore!

I am so jealous you got to have the Wagamama's experience. I haven't been yet! I know! The horror!

Also, I was TOTALLY in Beacon Hill land on Sunday too. Did you happen to see a tall girl with a petrified look on her face as she rode her bike among crazy drivers and tourists? Because that was me.

8:58 AM

 
Blogger stefanie rocks hardcore!

I honestly am not sure I can continue reading your blog for the next three months. Your life of leisure makes me burn with jealousy. But then, if I ran away now, I would never see pictures of the crazy parking lot lady. OK fine; I'll stay. But I still sort of hate you a little bit.

Also, that cake is AWE.SOME. Oh my.

9:08 PM

 
Blogger CarpeDM rocks hardcore!

I have no idea what to say except that my God, I adore you. And please stop making me snort. The Co-Workers are frightened.

11:29 AM

 
Blogger Noelle rocks hardcore!

I have convinced my boss that I need to take a sales trip to Boston for the sole reason that I NEED to go to Wagamama.

9:53 AM

 
Anonymous Beth rocks hardcore!

I just got back from London and while there a trip to the beloved Wagamama's was a MUST. I haven't been to the one in Boston yet. Maybe I'll host my 007 book club turn there over some noodles and fruit juice!

10:58 AM

 

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