Sorry I haven’t posted much lately. Not much to say, really. But am working on the imminent unveiling of my new site, www.pyjammydesign.com. Don’t you need something designed? A nice photo album? A nice party invitation? Something like that?

Mondays are always bad, but Mondays after a weekend trip are particularly bad. But it’s okay. It was a fabulously fun weekend, so I can’t complain.

After all the hoopla with Northwest “Sucky” Airlines on Thursday, my flight made it out on time. They’d better consider themselves VERY lucky this was the case. Hmmph. And I didn’t even get searched! Clearly, NWA employees don’t read my blog. Whew.

So on Friday, we looked at dresses. Kristina tried on lots of pretty dresses. Ohhhh, the pretty dresses! Also she has a honking large diamond. I forgot to mention that.

After all the dress looking and trying on, we waited for our dinner reservations in the bar of a nearby Macaroni Grill and drank their cheap red wine. Mmm. Then we made our way to the Melting Pot to meet my sister, Chris, and Anne for dinner. Ohhh, the fondue! Love the fondue. And more wine.

Saturday was a little more dress trying on, but not much. Following that was a visit to Anne’s v expensive condo and then lunch at a Mexican restaurant. Mmm. Lunch. Then there was IKEA (new lights!) and some grocery shopping. And more wine, back at Kristina’s house.

Sunday was lunch with our dear old friend Christian, who I haven’t seen in years. Was v good to see him. Thank goodness he hasn’t changed. I wish I was going to our friend Brett’s wedding later this month, but alas, I can’t make it. It’s going to be another mini-college reunion. Too bad. It’s Mardi Gras weekend, so flights are likely v expensive.

Then back to the airport to go home.

See, exciting!

The best website ever…thanks kristina!

http://gethuman.com/us/

So…angry….head….about..to..explode…..

Add NORTHWEST *#$&?~!@ AIRLINES to my list of companies I LOATHE!

Why is it so hard to get a HUMAN BEING on the phone? Why is so hard to get a REAL ANSWER to an email instead of a stock answer? DON’T YOU THINK, NORTHWEST AIRLINES, THAT IF I CAN NAVIGATE YOUR STUPID WEBSITE ENOUGH TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO EMAIL YOU A QUESTION, I CAN ALSO FIGURE OUT THE FLIGHT INFORMATION???

No…I want REAL information. Did it escape your notice that I asked about the NEW ORLEANS airport that was HIT BY A TORNADO??? DUH!!! I HATE YOU!!!!

(But please don’t take retalitory action until I get home safely on Sunday night. And I had BETTER be able to get out of town, you jerks.)

Seriously, what is up with the insomnia? It’s no fun. I was exhausted last night, and yet, still tossed and turned. Argh. I think it’s my sinuses. They’re clogging. (Not like what the Riverdance people do. More like what sinks do when you have really long hair.) Anyway, this means I must start paying out the nose (ha ha, pun intended) for Walitin-D or Equate-D or Target-D or whatever. And now that they have that stupid law that keeps me from making crystal meth in my bathroom, it’s a pain just to buy it. Argh.

But this post is thusfar making me sound like I’m in a bad mood. Really, I’m not. We have king cake at work. I’m getting paid to design things (not at work.) Our wedding’s going to be featured on The Knot! I’m going to DC in a couple of days! We’re going to the Melting Pot on Friday night!

Yes, life is pretty good.

I went to the gym yesterday. Cut my knee on the stationary bike. (No, I didn’t fall off. It had a sharp bit that I scraped my knee on as I was getting on it.) It was dripping blood. What a dork. But I soldiered on, and even got on the treadmill after that. Must keep on track at the gym – I want to run (yes RUN the whole way) the Crescent City Classic in roughly ten weeks.

I keep forgetting. Also on Thursday is the two year anniversary of the date Kristina and I quit smoking. We rule. I’m sure we’ll drink a bottle of wine to celebrate.

Man, Mondays suck. My sleep schedule is so messed up from the weekend, that I never sleep on Sunday nights. Yeah, yeah, I could get up at 6:30 am on weekends so that doesn’t happen, but I don’t think so. That’s crazy talk. Perhaps noon was a little late to sleep on Saturday, though. Haven’t done that in a while!

Saturday’s sleep-fest was due to a night out on Friday that included going to see Rites of Passage (band from wedding) in the French Quarter. And then hanging out at the pub for a little while. It was fun.

On Saturday, we went to Dillard’s to order a mattress set after a certain unnamed furniture store (okay, Kirschman’s) neglected to hold up their end of the we-buy, you-give-us-furniture bargain. Consider yourself lucky this is a family-friendly blog. So I won’t describe them exactly the way I feel about them. Argh. It actually worked out for the best….we saved about $225 by getting the same priced mattress set at Dillard’s. Because they don’t make you pay for the bed frame. I love you Dillard’s!

Yesterday I went and saw Brokeback Mountain. Finally. Why would you name a movie so that a porn name can be so easily made from it? (Ooops, must remember “family friendly.”) But seriously. Ang Lee is genius director. First Sense & Sensibility (top 5 favorite movie of mine) and now this? Genius. What range!

Also cooked a lot this weekend. Made the most incredibly delicious roasted potatoes ever on earth, along with some yummy roasted vegetables. Gimme a vegetable and I’ll roast it every time. Mmmm. Yesterday, however, I devoted the entire day (well, okay, the Crock-pot devoted the entire day) to making a Cuban-style pork and sweet potato stew. In theory it was delicious – well, in reality it was, to George, but I never remember until I’m done with these things that I a) don’t like stew and b) don’t like pork chops. I think maybe beef stew would be better. Hmmm. Anyway.

Blech. The weather this weekend was so yicky that I’m having a hard time thinking of anything good about it. I mean, it was relaxing, so I can’t really complain too much.

I did get some stuff accomplished…hung a shelf in the bathroom. Repotted a plant. Planted some herbs in a pot. Um. Cooked a bit.

We tried to go see a movie on Saturday night, but we had to leave before it started because the alarm at our house was going off. Naturally, it wasn’t anything exciting, it was just a glitch. (I mean, that’s good, of course.) And it saved me from having to sit through King Kong, when all I really wanted to see was the gay cowboy movie. Hmmph.

Do you like my new blog design?

Um. Hmm.

So, yesterday I get home from work to a gift from one of my good friends. It’s both the best and the worst gift ever. When I saw the box, I almost wept with a mixture of joy, sadness, fury, elation, disappointment, and um something else dramatic.

Oh my.

While I’ve never been, of course I’ve heard of it, read of it, dreamt of it. But never in my wildest imaginings, did I think I’d get a gift from there. Right smack in the middle of my sugarless phase of South Beach.

Anyhoo, I opened the box, and nestled in a colorful gift bag was this:

But then….

I had to hurry because George and I were going to dinner with some friends, to a little French restaurant that I love, but we rarely go to. My plan was to have mussels or a steak with some vegetables. Not exactly crepes or pommes frites, but better than nothing.

I hadn’t eaten much up to that point, and I’d been to the gym. We went to a friend’s house to meet up, and no one was ready. Forty-five minutes later, I’m starving, painfully so, grumpy, and ready to go. Finally, we’re off.

On the way to the restaurant, I’m feeling dizzy and nauseous. I hardly ever get carsick, but I guess when you have no food in you and your blood sugar has plummeted, it happens. Finally, we make it to the restaurant without me dying, but as we walk up to the door, I feel very tingly and light-headed. I’ve never fainted in my life, but I didn’t want this to be the first time. So I ask George to get me a glass of tomato juice while I sit outside.

He comes back with orange juice. Orange juice is strictly forbidden in Phase One of South Beach, being just full of sugar and not much else. But at that point, I really had no choice, so I drank it.

And thus came the great Falling Off of the Wagon.

Boy, did I fall. And it felt great! No regrets at all. I’m back on it this morning, it was just one night. But it was so worth it. Two and a half glasses of red wine. Bread. Cheese. Mussels and fries. And yes, a crepe for dessert. Filled with lemon curd. (Mmmm, Paula…am I making you jealous?)

Mmmmm….I wonder if I gained the 5.8 lbs back? Don’t care!

And yes, I had two of the tiny chocolate squares from my gift when we got home. And now it is hidden away (by George) for later. Much later.

tee hee hee this one is good!