Okay, so this has been the morning from h-e-double-hockey stick.

First, I am trying to print a copy of one of Kristina’s shower invites to send to her future mother-in-law and I realize I bought the wrong size cards for the envelopes. They’re a little small. Oh well. And then I waste some of them trying to make it print right. And then I get one looking good and the freaking ink smears. And so on and so forth. I hope she’s not too picky, Kristina’s future mother-in-law. But I know she’s very nice, so I don’t think she’ll mind a little smear on the envelope liner.

Then I go outside to go to work. Half-flat tire. George is already gone (with his magic tire-air-filler.) I get in touch with George and he reminds me of the fix-a-flat. Whew! So I fix-the-flat. Except I can’t really get the can off the tire. So I have to leave the plastic bits hanging off.

Leave. The traffic is backed up far. Very far. The farthest I’ve seen it? (Since last Friday when it took me an hour and a half to get home, about seven miles away.) So I turn back towards home, deciding to catch the next ferry. It’s only a few minutes until the next one leaves, but I have plenty of time to make it.

Oh no, the next ferry doesn’t leave in 5 minutes, it leaves in 20 minutes. Duh. So I wait and wait and wait and get on the ferry and then get to work late. Blech.

Let’s hope the day gets better from here.

I know, time to post. I’m wondering how much longer I can continue this blog. Hmm.

Exciting things afoot, but I can’t talk about it. See, how fun is that? Not fun at all.

I made cauliflower soup last night for dinner. It was pretty good, if I may say so myself.

Last weekend was terribly exciting, what with Alison’s 2nd birthday party and the white party. But I am not inspired to write about it. I saw Monica and Max for dinner on Saturday as well. That was lovely. Max likes me, he really likes me! He came up to me and gave me a spontaneous hug while we were playing with his toys. (He’s three, by the way. Just so you know.)

We have a wedding coming up this weekend. In Mississippi. Woo!

Thank you, Kettie. There wasn’t gonna be any more posting by me until someone acknowledged the excitement of it all.

Now, what else is exciting?

Ummm…a three day weekend coming up? Saturday is Ren’s daughter’s second birthday party, and I’ll get to see Laurie and James and Elliot again! V v v exciting. Then I’m going to have dinner with my cousin Monica and her son Max! Haven’t seen them in ages, so also v exciting. Max is three now! I just hope he doesn’t freak out and cry when he sees me. This is usually what happens, because he associates me with mom and dad leaving. Not good.

Sunday will be another trip across the causeway for another party by another one of Ren’s family members. It’s an end of summer “white party” and no, it’s not racist. Yeesh. You wear white. I don’t know what I’m going to wear. Hmmm.

Monday? No plans. Relaxation is the plan. Woo!

So, last night George and I went to eat at the Palace Cafe.

We decided to go because they have a special summer menu. $25 for three courses. I had a blue cheese salad with roasted peaches and almonds and fresh blueberries. For an entree I had the most delicious pork porterhouse, whatever that means. It was paired with sweet potatoes and some other yumminess I couldn’t describe. For dessert, white chocolate bread pudding. And I ate all of it. Yeeeah!

George had some turtle soup to start (god only knows how, it was so hot outside. No way was I eating soup!), rotisserie chicken for an entree, and blueberry cobbler for dessert. All yummy.

Since our meals were so inexpensive, I had no qualms about ordering a glass of wine with dinner. When the waiter came to take our drink orders, George ordered a gin martini. Fine. I say “a glass of Chardonnay.” The waiter says, “oh, do you just want the Blahblah?” and I, assuming (because of the word “just”?!?) that this is the house wine. The house wine that is $5 a glass.

Ummm, no.

I ended up having two glasses. Of the most expensive wine on the menu.

Thirteen dollars a glass.

Thank GOD I didn’t have a third glass. Twenty six dollars is at least (at least!) three bottles of wine for me. Yes, of course wine is marked up higher in a restaurant. But I would never spend thirteen dollars a glass on wine, not when there’s perfectly good wine for $5 a glass.

In the end, we laughed. It was my own fault for not specifically ordering the house wine. Or for not looking at the wine menu. But I still think that’s pretty jerky of the wine waiter for doing that. I definitely think he thought we were tourists. Jerk. Jerky McJerkerson.

Ah well. It was good wine.

I love Catholic holidays. I got a tan yesterday. Finally! Went swimming at Ren’s mom’s house. It was fun and wonderfully relaxing. And her mom invited me to stay for dinner. So nice.

Today’s my first session with my personal trainer. Am very excited. And nervous. A bit of both. Nervousness and excitment. And dread about the weighing part. Ew.

Okay okay okay.

I’ve been busy, okay? When I’m not at work, I’m working on my design stuff, and I’m fortunate that there’s been a lot of it. And it’s not terribly exciting to blog about that, is it?

So let’s see. Went to the pub Friday night. Stayed waaaaay too long. Paid for that on Saturday. Slept til noon. Helped a friend with her resume. Met mom and her new friend at the pub. He took us to dinner. (Including Jon and Teresa.) Bought us champagne. (It’s nice to be buttered up, I must say.) After dinner, George and I went and got ice cream. Mmm.

Sunday I went to the gym. Got blisters on my hands from the rowing machine. I felt a bit like Mar-Mar, all rowing and stuff. Made some rolls, went to a friend’s house for a barbecue. Ate too much potato salad. (It wasn’t really potato salad. It was potatoes with cheese, bacon, capers, carmelized ONIONs, and other stuff that made it as addictive as heroin, or so I’ve heard.)

So yes, there it is. Tomorrow is a Catholic holiday. Hooray!

Let’s see, the weekend….you people want to hear about my boring weekend, fine by me.

Worked on some invitations for a friend.

Went to the pub.

Saw Devil Wears Prada (while drinking a daiquiri. Don’t you love the movie theaters here?)

Worked on some stuff for Kristina’s wedding. (Just call me Martha.)

Went to the gym.

Ummm. Oh yeah, made a loaf of bread, went to Whole Foods, cooked Chicken with 40 Cloves of Garlic for dinner last night. And yes, it really does. (A bit bland, though, considering.)

Power went out Saturday night, which was about the highlight of the excitement. Can you stand it?

I really suspect I need this, and I also suspect anyone reading will agree.

(It’s what’s at the top of the page. Don’t go to the bottom of the page if you’re easily offended, but then again, if you’re easily offended, don’t read my site. Not because it’s offensive, but just because that’s no fun, being easily offended.)

(I do realize now everyone‘s going to go to the bottom of the page.)

Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just haven’t felt very inspired to write. Not that I haven’t been doing exciting things, but I just don’t feel like writing about any of it. Okay, so I will now.

Went to Delaware for Anne’s bachelorette party. It was fun, even though we were at the beach and it rained all day on Saturday. We were staying at a veritable mansion (seven bedrooms? five bathrooms? something like that.) and we did manage an hour or two on the beach on Friday, but Kristina sprayed me with this magical, extremely effective sunscreen, so I did not tan. Didn’t burn, either, which I’m pleased about. And since you’re not supposed to tan, I suppose it was for the best. Hmmph.

Overall, though, for a bachelorette party, it was fun. We made Anne do naughty things and that’s really what it’s all about.

Unfortunately, my sinuses were still stopped up the entire time, which resulted in little sleep and not much relaxation. After a visit to my ear, nose, and throat doctor last Monday, I’m feeling much better. On the other hand, George is sick as a dog. Argh. Will this never end?

This past weekend, I went to Baton Rouge, visited my mom, and rode in my friend Paige’s convertible Mini. Mostly with the top up, since it was, yes, raining. But we made her husband put the top down on the way home from dinner, even though it was still sprinkling. It was worth it. I want one!

I’m not going anywhere for a good long while. I’m ready to be at home. To make some more bread. To paint the dining room, perhaps? To plant the seeds we bought for the strip of dead weeds in front of the sidewalk.

And then the mad-travelling will begin again. My plans for the next, oh, eight to ten months include Baltimore, Mexico, Natchitoches (you reading this, girls?), Monterey, Las Vegas, South Carolina, and New Yaaawwwwk. And then Monterey again. And who knows what else. I’m so cosmopolitan!

Okay okay, I’ll post more. But it’s gonna be boring, so consider yourself warned.

What did I do this weekend? I already mentioned the long run. That wasn’t too bad. I mentioned we were going to a comedy show. It was okay. One of the three comedians was funny, the other two were amusing. One of the amusing ones played Skippy on Family Ties. Admittedly, I don’t really remember Skippy from Family Ties, but he did look familiar.

Oh dear. I just looked him up on IMDB. This is bad…

“…Appeared on the NBC reality show Last Comic Standing in 2006 as a contestant but failed to make it past the first round…”

Yeah. Not good. No wonder. Oh, Skippy, how far you have fallen…

But it was a fun night anyway, seeing some friends I haven’t seen in a while. And after the show, we went and got beignets. Mmmmmmmm.

Yesterday was pretty boring, too. Went to breakfast. There were lots of flies. Don’t think we’ll be frequenting that particular place again.

Going to Delaware this weekend! Fun!