Slacker!

That would be me, apparently. Good thing I called in sick today or I might never notice that I haven't posted anything in oh, forever.

Basically, I am dragging myself to work every day for a job that I hate, but I am also sending out bunches of resumes and cover letters as often as I can. I'm almost done with my coaching gig, so that's something I am excessively happy about as well.

I am also getting off the couch and back into shape now that I am finaly off the injured list. Let me tell you, getting this out of shape has been brutal and I am not happy at all.

So some complaints, some hope and some more life to push through. Wish me luck!

Quote of the Day: "Oh, but it's right hard to remember/That on a day like today when you're all argumentative/And you've got the face on." Mardy Bum, Arctic Monkeys.

101 update!

81. Subscribe to Spin. Completed 5/5/06. I finally paid for this. I suspect this sounded like a better idea than it actually is. I daresay I will probably not renew this particular subscription. We'll see.
82. Subscribe to Vanity Fair Completed 5/5/06. I finally mailed out the payment for this and have discovered that I am incapable of sitting down and reading one of these in one sitting. Seriously.

So, not very exciting, but I really do like checking things off the list.

Crappy day

I had a crappy day. Well, it did have one bright spot, but I'm not going to discuss that for the time being because I'm being superstitious. So here are some pictures of non-crappy days to tide y'all over until I have a day I want to talk about.


This is the banner from the actual Hotel California in Todos Santos, Baja Mexico.
This is where we stayed in Los Barriles, Baja Mexico.

This is sunset in Tamarindo, Costa Rica.

This is Indie Rocker and me at Luke Wilson's wedding. Because I'm wearing a dress and fabulous shoes.





OK, off to go get Streets tickets and then go see Drive-by Truckers tonight. I intend to be tired tomorrow.

Round up of loose ends

Well, we left off with me baking. That's not a bad thing. However, I haven't really been home since then. So it was short-lived, but enjoyable.

Is it bad that I am compulsively checking the Evite that Indie Rocker sent out for my birthday? I need to knock it off, but I really cannot help myself. It's a terrible habit, but an amazingly difficult one to break.

I'm also nursing a bunch of wounds and bruises this week thanks to the clip-in pedals on my mountain bike that I am clearly not getting used to anytime soon. Falling off one's bike at 26 years old when you can't get your feet out of the pedals to brace yourself is remarkably painful. I'm pretty sure my physical therapist is going to have something to say about that. Oh yeah, I'm in PT for my pulled quad and back pain, which is apparently the result of my hips being all out of alignment. The PT thinks I have one leg longer than the other, but I just think that everything's out of whack.

I'm sure that the falling-off-the-bike thing is helping. On the bright side, I do have a massage scheduled after I'm done coaching tomorrow. So excited about that!

Happy Cinco de Mayo to everyone and make sure to drink a margarita today.

Quote of the Day: "Life is good/And I feel great/'cause mother says I was/A great mistake." Novocaine for the Soul, The Eels.

Damn Proud of Myself.

I just need to brag for a moment. I made banana bread last night. Seriously, I did. And so far the response has been good even though my oven bakes a little (OK, a lot) hot and I didn’t know that. So now I’m researching ways to reconfigure either my oven or recipes so that I know how not to slightly overbake stuff.

I even bought a loaf pan and some cookie sheets—real ones, not the recyclable tin ones. So this might become a new hobby. If nothing else, it makes my apartment smell really, really good.

I’m not quite sure where this sudden interest in domesticity came from, but I don’t think it’s a bad thing. I think I’m starting to realize that acting like I don’t know how to cook, bake, sew, or whatever is starting to wear a little thin. Truth be told, I like to make a mess in the kitchen and come out of it with something to show for it. It certainly beats spending half my life eating Lean Pockets.

I’m pretty sure that spending the past two months constantly on the go from skiing, lacrosse and work has really started to take its toll, and this is the response. I want to spend more time at home, and less time running around. Indie Rocker and I figured out that a romantic evening can quite easily consist of some wine, some cheese, and the Sunday night cartoon lineup on Fox.

Perhaps spending a few nights at home bonding with the pots, the pans, and the jump drive that I’m using to work on applications for new jobs might work out pretty well for me. Here’s hoping, right?

Quote of the Day: “If you don't like what's going down/You need to change something round/And what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about.” Fake Streets Hats, The Streets.