Tuesday, March 31, 2009

You Know Who's Going On Vacation?

With her best friend?
To a fancy resort she could never afford by herself (at least for a good thirty years)?
With glorious white sands?
And a pool?
For an entire week?
Uh huh.
This girl.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Twitter

I just joined. I feel like an odd sellout about it. More pressure to come up with witty slogans that prove I'm charming and funny. Really, I just checked out the site for the first time after all of this chatter about Ashton Kutcher and John Mayer. Then the website won me over with all of those cartoon birds. So pretty. You know what they say about rednecks, we like anything sparkly...
Well, that's what I heard the other day, and it certainly applies to me, so I must be a redneck. Ha, I swear the Jeff Foxworthy reference was an accident.

And just in case you were wondering, but you probably weren't, we're going to the Elite Eight!!! Awesome game. Go Green!

Go Green

The world is turning green again. It's so nice. I feel like this has been the longest winter of my life, although I'm quite sure that I endured far worse temperatures and conditions back when I lived in the ol' Mitten.

Speaking of which, Michigan State plays Kansas in the Sweet 16 tonight. Let's wish my boys well. If they don't win, not only will my heart be broken, so will my bracket.

And on that note...GO WHITE!

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Weekends Are For Updates!

No? Yes!
I cleaned my oven! It wasn't fun. My knees are bruised from all of that kneeling. I had to bust out the scraper for the grill. It was dirty work. I had the day off on Friday, so I cleaned the apartment from top to bottom. It was therapeutic. I took the recyclables! I even vacuumed the coat closet!
I finished season 4 of "The Wire"! I haven't mentioned my deep and undying addiction to that show yet, have I? A late bloomer, but a bloomer nonetheless. That show is effing amazing. I've never seen anything like it. It really is a secret portal into an unknown world. I am absolutely captivated by it and have been moved to probably every single human emotion while watching this show. You think I'm exaggerating. I'm not. Try it for yourself. I have become a crazy convert and my religion is "The Wire." Do it!
I went to my book club! Month three of keeping my New Year's Resolution to attend all book club meetings this year. Sadly, I will miss next month's meeting, but since it's for a family affair, I will not beat myself up over it. This month's book was Annie Dillard's An American Childhood. I thought of it as a more thoughtful, less bitter, less funny David Sedaris. That doesn't make it sound as good as I actually thought it was though. It was really insightful. Just sort of random essay-like chapters - snapshots of a childhood. I really enjoyed it. It was relate-to-able - very unlike "The Wire." Ha.
I went to The Old Spaghetti Factory and the Wild Beaver! I sang karaoke!
I ate a delicious home cooked meal with my common-law-in-laws.
I browned butter and baked spaghetti squash, neither of which turned out all that spectacularly.
I might be going to Tampa for a summer vacation with my best friend, who I haven't seen in over a year. Words cannot express how much I hope this plan pans out.
I'm going to see DMB in April, and I'm not even embarrassed to admit my deep and undying love for their music.
I love this weather we've been having!

Monday, March 16, 2009

We Didn't Start The Fire

Or, um. Yes, we did. If we is me. And is that too trite of a post title? It probably is, but I'm rusty, so cut me some slack. I've been in a fairly deep rut, and I'm trying to mentally climb out of it, but I feel more like that pregnant lady in Apocolypto trying to scramble out of a pit with a small child clinging to her leg. Except without being pregnant, and minus the child, but you get the feeling of futility and frustration, right? Anyway, it's mundane; I'm working on it. No need to fret. No suicide watch here. Just a little mid-life blah.
Now, back to my trite title. I accidentally tried to set my apartment on fire this evening. Good thing for smoke alarms, right? The place might be crawling with roaches and car burglars, but at least your smoke alarms are functioning, right? Right? Wrong. More like thanks to our water heater that only heats about five minutes of hot water, or we might've gone up in smoke. We being me, my fantastical dog, the roaches, and the other tenants of my building along with all of their worldly possessions.
I took the Boomy for a walk/run while T went to work out. We got home ripe and sweaty. I pre-heated the oven for some fish sticks and got in the shower to rinse off before preparing a tasty, if unoriginal, meal. I just happened to forget that the last time I used the oven, I didn't follow directions, threw the pre-cut pizza directly onto the rack and lost half of it to gravity. It was a smoky ordeal which I promptly forgot.
'Til I came out of the bathroom to find an equally steamed up apartment. The oven was smoking. The old pizza was actually on fire in there. Whew. Scary. I managed to not panic, take out the racks, and throw a wet towel on the burning cheese and toppings.
Not a fire fighter, but given my absentmindedness and short fuse lately, I'm quite pleased with myself. Just not looking forward to cleaning that oven.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Hello. My Name Is Nichole

And I'm depressed.