Is It Really Summer? Because It Feels More Like November. Maybe December.

I spent the weekend in San Francisco freezing my ass off, because although I have LIVED in the Bay Area and spent much time in The City, I forgot to bring my coat when I left Denver last week because it was EIGHTY DEGREES. Surely, I thought, the sweatshirt I packed would be enough. I was… incorrect. So I spent the weekend borrowing vests, coats, scarves, and wraps from various friends, and feeling ridiculously unprepared.

But otherwise the weekend was fun. I saw high school friends, college friends, and my brother and sister-in-law. I ate a ton of good food, and didn’t drink nearly enough wine, and only lamented that fact a little bit, since I was so busy stuffing my face with more fresh strawberries. One of my best girlfriends from high school got married at a gorgeous venue amongst the redwoods in Los Gatos. She’s now in Jamaica at the exact same resort I was at just a year ago. I nearly cried in jealousy. Then I ate more strawberries.

This week The Funasaurus is gone, playing volleyball in Minnesota because, why not? I will spend the week doing laundry, going out with friends, and repacking so that I have time to pick The Funasaurus up from the airport on Saturday night in time to have him turn around and take me back to the airport on Sunday morning to fly out again. That should give us just enough time to be like, oh yeah, you’re cute. We should hang out sometime. Maybe when I get back the following week.

Now I’m stuck trying to meal plan for myself. It’s a pain to cook for just one person. The meal plan may include a lot of Chipotle. Any other suggestions?

Donut Love

An old friend I just reconnected with via Facebook is an up-and-coming celebrity (?) in the donut world. Apparently Dunkin’ Donuts had a contest to create a new kind of donut, and my friend is a finalist!

Here’s the link if you would like to see all the fabulous new potential concoctions:

https://www.dunkindonuts.com/Donut/?icid=don_000027

If you’re inspired to vote, my recommendation would be to vote for my friend’s donut, Frozen Assets. It sounds yummy.

Here’s a little article about her:
http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=84504676251&h=SiRZt&u=ehN3Q&ref=mf

I’ll stop the deep fried pastry pimping now, and we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programming tomorrow—when I’m in California. Oh, California. I am so conflicted about you. As I recently said on Twitter, going back to California is like going back to an ex-boyfriend. Familiar, alluring, even sexy, and oh so totally wrong for me.

OMG. I'm, Like, One of Them

I did it. Curiosity killed me, or whatever. I joined Twitter. I am kind of feeling overwhelmed by technology these days, and didn’t really need another reason to push work even further into the wee hours of the morning because I am too busy toodling around on the internet during normal working hours. But some co-workers recommended it, and I am inclined towards things geared towards an ADD mentality, so I signed up.

This will be a trial period, however. I am not so enamored of Twitter as I have been of Blogger, or Facebook, or other unnamed internets-y distractions. So I’m giving it one month before I cancel the account and get back to my regularly overscheduled life. In the meantime, if you’re on Twitter, let me know! I assume it’s more entertaining the more people you follow. Or if you have any suggestions of clever, witty people who are capable of expressing themselves in a sentence or two, that’d be great. I have not yet mastered the art.

Now I need to get back to work. I suppose I am also taking recommendations on self-discipline techniques. That, or preferred caffeinated beverages.

Full Musical Disclosure

This weekend while driving around The Funasaurus and I had our usual battle of the radio. I always veto sports radio. The Funasaurus always vetoes NPR, especially when they start playing world music. Then I veto a station playing The Eagles, and The Funasaurus vetoes the station playing commercials, even though they have promised Duffy when they return. And then we inevitably settle on the local hip-hop station. And as fate would have it, it was a flashback weekend, and so the next song to come on the radio was “Set Adrift on Memory Bliss” by P.M. Dawn. Memory bliss, indeed! Possibly one of the awesomest songs to come out of the 1990s.

Which has set me on a feeding frenzy of all things early-90s hip-hop to reheat my iPod, which I haven’t touched in about a month. Today, I rediscovered Color Me Badd. Go download “All 4 Love” right now. Thank me later.

I also suggest “Don’t Walk Away” by Jade, “Poison” by Bell Biv Devoe, “7” by Prince, “Don’t Be Cruel” by Bobby Brown, and “Snow” by Informer. Are you horrified, yet? I have plenty more where that came from, oh yes, I do.

I realize about 90% of my readers (hypothetically speaking. Not sure I have any left.) have now lost all respect for me, whatsoever. Which is fine. If you read this blog, you are probably aware of the fact that I am fond of sharing humiliating personal anecdotes on a regular basis. However, the other 10% of you can email me for the full playlist.

It totally includes “Motownphilly.”

A Unique Job

Ya, I know, I kind of checked out of the blogosphere there. Mostly it involved working too much and dressing up like a panda.

And then giving a presentation whilst wearing a panda mask that I altered with a pair of kiddie scissors so that I could see out of the eyeholes, and apparently when you do not pay top dollar for a panda mask, you do not get top quality. Nay, you get acrylic fur haphazardly stuck to mesh, and when said mesh is cut, you get faux panda fur in your nose and eye sockets, which you will then proceed to pull out in furry eye boogers for the next 72 hours. I’m sure that was healthy.

But I survived. And the panda mask kind of survived. And my job survived, despite the fact that I was so delirious from lack of sleep that I had to ask for help in the middle of my own presentation. You know, the one I put together? Awesome.

In feline news, Tatum has taken a turn for the old, and is suddenly much less eager to get up, even for mice, in the mornings. And then he cuddles on my lap all day, and makes himself so happy he just purrs and purrs and snots on my white pants and that…is not cute. He has also not slowed down in his eating, despite slowing down in his energy level, so his already-significant posterior has gotten much more FAT. Causing me to have to dump him from my lap every now and then so that I can get some feeling back in my legs.

Sugar, meanwhile, has taken up Tatum’s goat-like tendencies, seeing as how he’s too busy sleeping, and ate all of the little arrow stickers The Funasaurus was using to mark up a document the other night. If we leave salmon or steak out her highness wants nothing to do with it. But neon blue post-it stickies? Nom nom nom. We’re waiting to see how this plays out with her digestive track.

The fun times never end around here.