May 7, 2008
Bustin' makes me FEEL Goo-oo-ood!
Wednesday night has become Movie Club night. We have friends over, Matt cooks dinner, I make dessert, and everyone takes turns picking a movie for us all to watch. So far Movie Club has consisted of the following:
1. Eating: chicken biryani, homemade chocolate chip cookies
Watching: The Brown Bunny (yes, it really is the worst movie ever)
2. Eating: Italian sausage spaghetti, ice cream cones (not homemade)
Watching: Eagle vs. Shark
3. Eating: white bean soup, chocolate Oreo pudding parfaits
Watching: The Twilight Samurai
Which brings us to tonight, my first night to pick the movie, and I'm a little nervous. When Matt first formulated the idea of Movie Club, I asked if I would be allowed to join. He said he didn't know, so I asked "Well, when you pictured it in your head, did you picture me there?"
It wasn't even that he just forgot to imagine me there, he specifically imagined me somewhere else.
Clearly, my Movie Club membership has been on thin ice from the start, and I suspect that the main reason I have even been allowed to participate thus far is that Movie Club takes place in my livingroom. And my house is pretty small.
Tonight Matt is making calzones, I made strawberry shortcake that is decidedly anti-short, and we are going to watch Howl's Moving Castle. Wish me luck.
April 30, 2008
I told this to Melly because it is true.
I am as far away from having a (wedding) dress as is humanly possible according to the laws of physics.
April 21, 2008
Woof!
I had a bad day. We went out to lunch and my debit card was declined. I knew I hadn't transferred very much money to that checking account but there certainly was enough to pay for lunch. On the way home, somehow my linguine leftovers spilled all over the inside of my purse. Then while looking through my bank statement to try and sort out the money mix up, I figured out that FreeCreditReport.com has been scamming money out of my bank account for over 3 months. Awesome.
I just haven't felt like writing. We have had some really good times lately, a mini-vacation to St. Louis, starting a movie club, making wedding plans. But I am stressed out with clinicals and finishing school and am just generally more anxious than I'd like to be.
Later on when Matt got home we took Ruby for a walk and a (stray/lost/no tag but wearing a Harley Davidson collar) dog followed us home. We were cautious and locked Ruby inside while we waited for the animal shelter to come, but the dog turned out to be completely sweet. My wallet, grocery lists, birth control and lipstick were all still smeared in marinara, but it's amazing how nice a time you can have in your own front yard, just hanging out with someone else's dog.
April 4, 2008
Lame Excuse For An Update
The next time that you think it's ok to leave your crate-trained dog out in the bedroom while you go to work because isn't she just so cute and innocent and all she'll do is sleep anyway, you'll probably be right. You'll probably be right the next ten, maybe even twenty times. She'll be a model citizen, basking in the sun and greeting you at the front door, tail wagging. And then one day she'll EAT A KITE.
March 27, 2008
Thursday.
I briefly consider keeping a log of the amount of time he spends everyday playing that game. A bright green post-it note under the coffee table with columns for hours spent on the computer vs. hours spent with me. With me, not near me. They are different.
I would use the numbers to sketch out pie charts, label bar graphs, assemble percentage allocations. PowerPoints would overflow with the injustice of it all, I would win my case with statistics. There is no doubt.
But then I realize that maybe this is a spiteful thing to do. And that I am lazy. And that he is not so bad.
