Be vewy quiet.
You might hear the cracking of the ice on the Big Lake. It's 50 degrees warmer here than it was four days ago. Hello, February!
I think I've reached the pinnacle of curmudgeonliness.
Here's the kind of stuff that I do on Friday night:
1. Knit while watching the John Adams mini-series for the third time. I revel in watching it. Don't get me started talking about it, I will go on for hours. You should watch it too. Then we could talk about it.
2. Eat homemade salsa and guacamole. The chips are merely a vehicle for the salsa and guacamole.
Last night I tried to make guacamole and realized I had no limes. My husband was not home and the kids were sleeping, so I had no hope of getting a lime. I tasted the guacamole, and it needed something acidic.
I made the mistake of using balsamic vinegar.
Peeps, do not try that at home. Avocados should not be treated that way.
3. Put up blog posts like this one. Ready? Are ya ready?
I Am……a friendly introvert.
I Want……an iPad, and a super amazing camera lens that I've rented twice but cannot bring myself to spend money on purchasing. If you're not a photographer, you would think, "Sheesh, take a vacation instead." If you're into photography, Nikkor 85mm 1.4 AF-S. You pickin' up what I'm puttin' down?
I Should……do yoga or something.
I Wish……that my dog was better behaved.
I Hate……meatloaf, meatballs, and all manner of meat mixed with other ingredients and then formed into some kind of shape.
I Fear…….endeavors that would result in my untimely demise. Such endeavors include rock climbing, sky diving, bungee jumping, flying in a small plane, and eating meatloaf.
I Hear……my huge, brown dog laying on the floor lapping water from her bowl. My children in bed. My husband starting the dishwasher.
I Search……for the keys I lost two weeks ago. I had to borrow keys from my employees to get a new set made. Generally speaking, it's best for the leader of an organization to have keys to said organization, no?
I Wonder……why there are not more hours in my day.
I Regret…….rubbing my eye after chopping jalapenos for the salsa I made.
I Love…….mi familia, mi gato y mi perra. Y yarno.
I Always……wake up thinking about coffee.
I Usually……eat chocolate 73 times per day.
I Am Not……interested in the Super Bowl.
I Dance……during Hip Hop O'Clock in the studio.
I Sing…….frequently and badly. Sometimes on purpose.
I Never…….like meatloaf.
I Rarely……think about meatloaf because I dislike it so much.
I Cry……in the bathroom when my host serves me meatloaf.
I Am Not Always……very good at keeping my opinions to myself.
I Lose……things that I put away to keep myself from losing them.
I’m Confused……about why people would want to make meatloaf.
I Need…….pretty colors, coffee, chocolate, and adequate sleep.
I Have……much to be thankful for.
Including you.
That's my Friday night. What are you up to?
Let's all pretend that I can type, shall we?
Reader Comments (26)
You. Kill. Me.
Dead with every post like this. You make me want to invite you over to watch bad movies and eat excellent ice cream and knit. I think you'd be great fun to just hang with.
I spent my Friday night recovering from and consoling myself about a two month interview process that did NOT net me the return on investment for the hours and effort I put in. i.e, no job at the end of the struggle. How did I console myself? By snuggling with my kitty, knitting and sipping Kalhua and cream and reminding myself that the company ended up not hiring anybody. After two months of struggle. And I do mean S T R U G G L E. It was NOT pretty.
ps: I'm not a big fan of meatloaf either :P
I also love the John Adams mini-series. Giamatti and Linney are fantabulous.
I'll respect your dislike for meatloaf, but I've gotta say that I like pretty much anything made.with ground beef. So feel free to send that meatloaf my way!
HEATHER, SHAME, SHAME, SHAME ON YOU. I have not had a Rice Krispie treat in years, and now I want one. Oh dear.
Don't worry - I'm the only human ever to have existed who is capable of burning marshmallows instead of melting them. Just think of that and the craving will pass...i hope...