i went to order my twistie cone and i missed it...

i finally bit the bullet and switched gym memberships... i hated the work gym and the 20 bucks was a waste since i never went, so i decided to suck it up and pay twice as much for a new york sports club membership. for those not-knowers it's equivalent to a 24 hour fitness...ish. and i'm really happy with my decision.

all the equipment that i'm used to and love using is there, plus it's quite large and i can get lost in my anonymity if i want to... or i can rock out to my ipod and jazzercise while i climb stairs (which is more accurate...obviously).

i went three days in a row last week, and my abs are so sore that i can barely move my stomach... same goes for my inner thighs and my shoulder blades. woohooo!! now i remember why i was such a workout fanatic last year... because it feels really good. THAT's why.

i'm drinking water like it's my job and for some reason free food and baked goods are flowing around the office today like... some perfect placement of metaphor... it can be your choice.

i know that i haven't been blogging much lately, and it's mostly because i'm feeling private... like if i tell you all about the exciting things that have been happening to me, i'll wake up from a dream and they'll be gone. i had to do a lot of resting this weekend, but it was well worth it, as i woke up (still) with a huge grin on my face.

here's to all good things kids

in the blink of an eye, you could miss it...

i'm seeing all these great summertime pics of friends in seattle, out on boats on lake washington and looking all tan in bikinis... and i'm MISSING it.

i also ended up stopping by the "grocery store" by my house last night after the gym to get some veggies and what not, and ended up buying a few bags on chips. i got lightly salted and jalapeno... because i had a revelation while there... i miss tim's cascade potato chips. not gonna lie. the thought of having an entire bag of tim's cascade jalapeno potato chips sort of makes me feel tingly all over. whatever i bought last night did NOT compare. not i tell you... NOT.

there's a lot going on at work today... which you may or may not read about in the news over the next few days assuming all goes well. so i have to run... as fast as my sore little tooshie can carry me.

toodles

my library smells of rich mahogany...

i suppose we can call this a little trip into the recesses of my memory and imagination. last night after work i was certain that i'd get home and immediately fall asleep. not so my friends... not so.

i had a little date with myself, made tea, ate some edamame and watched movies... relaxing in bed. it was delightful. i love 'me' time. halfway through the first installment of george eliot's (BBC mini-series version) of Middlemarch, i found myself humming along with the background music. a man was playing the piano...and the tune was something that i remembered from childhood.

i had an old cassette tape of my old piano teacher (from when i was seven or eight) playing a rather long piece. i remember the slanted handwriting on the label of the cassette (i remember it because it was not my mother's)... i used to listen to this piece and dance around over and over and over again. i LOVED it. i have always been appreciative of classical music... but for me, this particular piece means so much more. it also means that very small pieces of my memory are still intact.

i called my mother to see if she knew what the name of it is... and she laughed and scoffed at me a little bit that i'd even remember it in the first place... and then she went in search of her old cassette tape collection in the garage. because if it's one thing i know... my mother keeps things. who knows if i'll ever find out what piano piece that was, but i certainly want to keep looking until i find it. too bad Middlemarch doesn't have a soundtrack (that i can find at least).

i am so, so weird. bygones.

carry on

i hope there's pudding...

i spent the entirety of saturday reading the 6th harry potter book again to get my memory up to speed for the unleashing of the final installment. i've basically been ignoring the news and online resources for any spoilers, because really, if i hear one person tell me ANYTHING that happens... i'm going to punch them in the face. this is not even in the same league as hearing the secret of the sixth sense (which was mildly annoying at the time)... i will literally punch you in the babymaker if you tell me something about this book.

i have it in hand... i shall be reading it tonight into the wee hours of the morning too, because there's no way that i'm putting it down once i start. i'm just that kind of reader.

i ignored everyone this weekend, and minus a brief visit from michelle on sunday, i spent the whole thing by myself. i wanted alone time spank you very much... and i took it.

go stick your nose in a book... it'll be good for you.

carry on

i'm on a roll, suckas...

i forgot to mention a random highlight of my night last night... at the alice smith show, after staring at the completely lesbian bass guitarist for most of the show (having one of those 'i swear i know her' moments), we were later told that they'd asked Meshell Ndegeocello to play. i'm sorry but i LOOOVED meshell back in the day, and jacob had no idea who the hell she was. oddly enough, rakesh forwarded me this article today:

http://popwatch.ew.com/popwatch/2007/07/on-friday-i-too.html

had i known that i had musical access to this woman whilst living in new york, i'd be seeking out her gigs like boobies to a... well... man.

heather also turned me onto this blogger a while ago, and i admit that i'm just now getting around to perusing and LOVING what she has to say... her name is mimi smartypants (http://smartypants.diaryland.com/)... and this particular entry regarding her young daughter amuses me to no end:

NORA ON GENDER

Me [for no reason] Hey Nora, what's the difference between a boy and a girl?
Nora: A boy doesn't have a vagina. And boys are sometimes bigger, so sometimes they can't run so fast.

NORA ON SEXUAL ORIENTATION

She shows me a stenciled Apatosaurus that has been filled in with stripes of colored pencil. "Look at my rainbow dinosaur. Doesn't he look proud?

NORA ON GOAL SETTING

What currently knocks 'em dead on the preschool Comedy Hour is to add body parts to common nouns. Get in the car? Get in the EAR CAR! Ha ha ha ha ha! Get it? No? I guess you're not four years old.

Nora: When I grow up I'm going to make candy in a factory.
Me: Awesome. What kind of candy?
Nora [on the edge of cracking herself up]: KNEE CANDY! No wait, hair candy! [convulsive laughter] No, no, no, no, nose candy. I will make nose candy! Everyone will love my nose candy!
Me: People sure do love nose candy.
Nora: Yeah! They will say, "Do you have any more of that nose candy?" And I'll say, "Yes I do! Come on over!"
Me: You should probably have a cell phone, because sometimes people have some nose candy, and then they go out dancing, and then they want some more nose candy at like four in the morning.
Nora: What?
Me: Nothing.

---mimi smartypants is a long-necked plant-eating dinosaur from the Jurassic period.

carry on lovelies