Snooze Fest

I woke up (after the second time) this morning with the best intentions.

"I have SO much to do" I announced to Ricky. Then I rattled off a list of all the things I had on my plate to do today.

And I started my list. I cleaned my bathroom and the bathroom downstairs and put some laundry in.

Then I sat down on the couch to eat my delicious toast and egg over easy while watching some deleted scenes from freaks and geeks.

After which I felt tired and promptly fell asleep on the couch.

Then I ate some vitamins and tried to resume my list. I changed the laundry and then it was time to eat lunch. I made a delicious curry chickpea and leek salad and then I did do some more laundry. But most of the time I just watched tv on my computer.

And I don't feel bad in the slightest. This is the saturday I've been dreaming about for weeks. I need to catch up on being lethargic. It feels good. Really, really good. And I'm not answering my phone either. Try me.

And tonight we are going out for the "best Mole in Seattle".

So I'll probably take another nap before AND after that too.

The scarlet letter

So today when I got to work I noticed a little sticky note attached to a file folder on my desk.

It was from my boss who is the CEO of the company, in case I forgot (it said in parenthesis).

It was a little odd. I wasn't sure what to make of it. Was it a bad joke? So I threw it in the recycling bin under my desk and forgot about it.

Much later that afternoon I was replacing the toner in one of our printers and he came mozying by. "Oh, I'm so tired today" he yawned.

"Well, it's the afternoon and that happens" I replied.

"Yeah, I went out last night and drank some wine with one of my friends. Then I decided to come to the office later that night and get my mail. Did I ......... write you a note? He inquired a little sheepishly.

"Yup" I said.

"Oh, was it a little weird?"

"Yes siree" I answered with my most non-chalant voice.

And that's it. The moment I got the upper hand.

So did I keep the note?

You know it.

Over-easy

Why are french fries so awesome? No really, this is not a rhetorical question. Why?

Every time I eat them I wonder why I don't eat them more. So simple and so perfect. My family in Spain eats them everyday. No really, every day. Although to be fair they cook theirs in olive oil. It doesn't matter what the main meal consists of it will always be accompanied with french fries. Always.

Chicken? French fries. Fish? French fries. Beef? French fries. Stew? French fries. It is the one common denominator of their meals. You can even get hot french fries out of a vending machine in some parts of Spain. No joke.

Not only that, but every meal consists of a starch (potatoes) and a carb (bread). Otherwise it just wouldn't be a meal. Doesn't that sound great?

In fact, my 96 year old Abuela is SO used to having a piece of bread at every meal to help her load her food onto her fork that I once witnessed her using an eggroll at a Chinese restaurant to push her fried rich onto her fork. She held that eggroll the entire meal in her left hand while she ate and used it as a utensil. Talk about adapting to a new environment.

So tonight for dinner we had french fries (and I snuck a few sweet potato fries in there as well) with fried eggs - a favorite of my mom's family and me.

Hits the spot everytime.

Music to my ears - NOT

Holy Crap. One day Ricky decided to do something on my computer machine and therefore had to take off anything and everything that was in my computer and put it into some other time capsule and then re-put it all back after he tinkered with all the parts. And because of this all the playlists on my iTunes were deleted.

I want to stab someone.

And now whenever I want to listen to music when getting ready in the morning or window shopping online I can never find what I want to listen to. Which is how I ended up first trying to listen to Ben Folds Five, then Cheap Trick and now I'm on to Coldplay and over that too. Playlists are essential for me. I make them according to whatever mood I'm in and right now that mood is frustrated.

And sure, I could make some more but I'm too lazy. Honestly, I made all those lists when I was single and I can't muster the strength anymore. Dinner wipes me out people. I'm thinking of installing a fainting couch next to the kitchen when I just.can't. take it anymore. Right now I just use the floor which is infinitely better since we are back to carpet.

And if you were to look at my iTunes you would understand why I can't just put it on random. It's full of crap. I mean I have Ludacris next to Luis Miguel. Why do I even have Luis Miguel? I've never listened to it - oh that's right, thanks Josh. When I first got an ipod I had my friend Josh (Mo's better half) give me some music but by some freaky friday incident or the fact that we clicked the wrong button I got ALL his music which really brought about this down fall because I listen to about 20% of what he gave me. But I'm too tired to go through and delete things. But wait, that's not entirely true. One day I got just enough wind to delete the Les Miserable soundtrack and all the Rolling Stones because I hate them both SO much. Yeah, I've never seen Les Miserable's and so I don't like it. Get over it. Oh, and while we are on the subject I've never seen the movie Titanic and I don't plan on it. How do you like that? Look, if you are going to protest then take your pick: Les Miserables, Titanic or reading the Twilight books, what's it gonna be? I'm too tired for more than one (and don't say Titanic because NO).

The funny thing is that Josh and I are almost the same person except for the fact that as much as I have tried I really just don't like Mogwai. I need words and I'm not entirely sure who they are anyway.

So long story even longer Ricky, you are the reason I now watch "It's always sunny in Philadelphia" while getting ready for work so I don't have to run back to the computer every minute and 20 seconds to change the song to something I actually like.

Which is why I don't really feel bad that I told you in the car this morning that it's been too long since I got a present.

Love you so much.

Wall paper

We have all these new walls in our new house and now we have to figure out what to do with them.

But Ricky is sick. Sick with a nasty virus. I web MD'd him and it turns out he has the "I only like what I like" virus. It's really hard to get rid of. I've decided the only cure is for me to first barrage him so long that he gives in and if that doesn't work then I'll have to go behind his back.

It's really the only way.

I want this picture by Georgia O'Keefe somewhere in the house:

I just love it - and I love poppies too.

Mark my words, when you come and visit you will find it somewhere. Even if I have to drug him with the very thing in this picture...opium.

But don't worry, it's not all head butting around here. We made a major milestone when I got him to agree that botanical prints aren't always "grandma".

Don't you love it?

Now will someone please explain to me why illustrations of plants cost so much money? E-gads.