I love Cate Blanchett's babys' names!
You guys, I biked 40 miles yesterday!!! On my bike! I'm not nearly as sore as I thought I would be today. er...some parts are sore though.
And I came home and found out I didn't have to completely empty out my kitchen last night. thank god. I did a lot of organizing though AND made a big pot of turkey & black bean chili, some to eat and some to freeze!
I do have to finish cleaning out the kitchen tonight but I think it won't be that big of a project. Then I learn to live without stove and, what will be more of a pain, without a sink on the same floor I'll be cooking on.
I guess they can call him "Iggy."
Or Ignatz. Which I guess would make her Krazy Cate.
yeah, the stomach stuff seems to be gone.
lisa! I meant to ask, do you have a foreman grill? that would be good for the stove-less time.
Jess - I think it will be better to use a name once it has kinda played out.
lisa! I meant to ask, do you have a foreman grill? that would be good for the stove-less time.
I did have one but I never used it. It always seemed so messy to me. I think it's in the basement though so I should dig it out.
I am happy for Ms. Blanchett, but I don't think it should have been a headline on my email page. People! I'm not going to read the story anyway, since I'm here to read my mail, but priorities!
In other news, I now have all three of my new albums and they are awesome, but I'm listening to them so much I may get tired of them in a week. But how can I stop? It's new music?
You guys, I biked 40 miles yesterday!!! On my bike!
Woo hoo!
I now have to revise our accounting manual. Do I know anything about accounting? Not really.
Sheesh, between this and Pete advising Shrift that she might want my skin, I'm starting to feel twinges of paranoia.
Pete started it. And I'm seeing them three times this week so it's not like I'm suffering. Not yet, anyway. Ask me again after three nights in the pit.
In other news, I'm tired and cranky, I loathe the entire world, and yet for some reason I still want the world to like me even though it's too stupid to live.
In other news, I'm tired and cranky, I loathe the entire world, and yet for some reason I still want the world to like me even though it's too stupid to live.
Did you go back to high school or something? Because that sounds like high school to me.
I blame weird band encounters over the weekend and inadequate coffee consumption. I'll be back to not caring what the world thinks of me by this afternoon.