Sunday, February 28, 2010

Coming Up For Air

Ever feel like you've just been buried in a work avalanche? Its sort of been that way for me in these last few weeks of February. I just know it has everything to do with the torrential snows we got in the beginning of the month (Curse you, snow!), but I feel like I'm just now beginning to dig out (literally and figuratively).

So to apologize for my absence, here is a list of randomness for your enjoyment:

(1) I have discovered a new party-conversation standard: American Idol. You can be at the nicest soiree in town, with everyone dressed to the nines in black tie regalia and browsing some silent auction full of overpriced china dishes. And I'm getting progressively better at the inane party chatter lately: "Oh my, Georgeanna, your zebra print dress is exquisite. Have you seen the auction items yet? Oh they are lovely, aren't they? And for such a good cause..."

But that's all boring. The real fun is in figuring out how to swing the conversation back to American Idol. And you always can. Because believe it or not, every single person at that swanky event is totally going home and watching it on TiVo. Its usually the most spirited conversation of the night. "Can you believe Seventies Guy was kicked off? I know! Crazy, right?" So that's been an enjoyable bit of entertainment for me lately.

(2) I am boycotting the grocery store, and have been for at least the past week and a half. See, we went to the grocery about 10 times in a row in the week we were snowed in (partly just to "see" if Steven's 4 wheel drive "worked," which obviously it did, but also because we kept forgetting to buy stuff). So I tried to clean out the fridge and pantry by eating everything we'd bought in those trips. The only problem? Because of aforementioned work avalanche, I haven't wanted to cook AT ALL in the last two weeks. The sad result of this is that I finally just cleaned out the fridge, froze a bunch of stuff, and started having cereal every night for dinner. Or we went to McDonalds. My health is probably suffering from this.

(3) I am going to the grocery store today. Begrudgingly.

(4) Baseball watching in our home has begun. But its February, I hear you all saying, and while you are correct, let me inform you of the actual baseball schedule in Casa de Steele. Pitchers and catchers report to Spring Training = We start watching as much baseball coverage as we can find. Online, MLB TV, whatever we can find. Steven says its shaping up to be a good year for the Twins. (He says this every year. I find his blissfully optimistic devotion very cute.)

(5) I finished the latest edition of the Huff Family Book Club: Watership Down, by Richard Adams. It was a Chris Huff pick, which he described as "a story about anthropomorphic rabbits." I think that just about sums it up.

(6) (Actually, it was quite engaging and I now feel a smidgeon more empathy for the horrid little beasts that eat my garden every year. But that doesn't mean I won't put up rabbit fencing. Just you watch.)

(7) My house is a trash pit and desperately needs a springtime scrubbing. I am resisting, because if there is still snow on the ground, then it cannot truly be time for "spring cleaning" yet. I figure I will be able to get away with this for at least another week before all the dirty clothes get up and walk around on their own, assemble a coup-de-etat and overthrow my laundry dictatorship. If that means they'll wash themselves, I'd gladly be overthrown. Power to the people.

(8) I miss Westlaw. The firm uses FastCase. It is so totally not the same.

(9) I probably just earned massive nerd points for random thought #8.

(10) I need new work clothes. I think folks at my job are starting to notice that I really only have three suits. Three suits times five days a week, divided by a laundry strike..... well, you get the idea.

(11) Note that my solution to the laundry strike is not actually doing the laundry, but just shopping for new clothes. A sad state of affairs, indeed. I consider it progress that I have moved the laundry piles physically closer to the washing machine -- they are no longer upstairs taking over the bedroom, they are now in the front foyer for all my neighbors to see. (I threw the laundry down the stairs yesterday. It was as far as I got, then I lost energy and gave up.)

(12) Anybody want to come over and do my grocery shopping and laundry, whilst I sit here on my bum and whine about work? I am so pleasant right now! Gee whiz! :)

P.S. -- So who do we like on American Idol this year? I'm sort of rooting for the young dark haired girl with the Portuguese grandma. But I also like the hispanic guy with the square glasses who did the Paula Abdul cover. (See? Now we've come full circle.)

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