Today’s post will be an exercise in stream-of-consciousness writing. Which could get me in trouble. So slightly censored stream-of-consciousness. Which might be cheating, but whatever. And I have a really hard time typing “consciousness”. I can barely say it. And I might not even mean stream-of-you know what I mean. Maybe I mean free association. Related? Probably. I could take a break to google it, but I don’t want to. Should “google”, when used as a verb, be capitalized? “I Googled free association and that other phrase I’m refusing to type” or “I googled…” Not sure. Also, don’t care much. Today was not very exciting, not at all busy, and mostly very boring. (Not very exciting = mostly very boring. Talk about redundant. I wasn’t, but that’s not the point. I have no point today. Which is the point. Oh crap. Leave me alone.)
I’m mostly pretty happy that I actually ran four miles this morning. No, that’s not technically true, either. I went outside and was active for four miles. I ran the first one, ran some of the second one, walked pretty much the entire third mile, and ran the fourth one. But it’s still a mile more that I’ve been doing this week. And tomorrow I’ll probably have to cut it short, since I’m going to the doctor (routine) and have to be there at 8am. No breakfast, lots of water. If I run (and I plan to), I’m going to have to chug water when I get back. And figure out breakfast on the way to work, since I have to get there by 9:30 tomorrow. Of course, my doctor visits never take that long. How long can it really take to draw some blood, listen to my heart, and bang on my knee? I can’t remember the last time someone actually checked my reflexes like that. Unless it was me, doing it to myself. ‘Cause it’s kinda fun to watch your lower leg kick out like that if you hit the right part of the front of your knee. And I am easily amused. I’m also hungry. I added toast with peanut butter to my cereal – that sounds awful. I mean, in addition to the cereal I normally have for breakfast, I started eating a piece of toast last week because I was practically starving on the drive in to work. And that’s less than an hour after I ate the cereal. So the toast was working and I’ve been able to make it to lunchtime without gnawing my arm off, but this morning it just wasn’t enough. I made it, but my mouse pad was starting to look appetizing. Usually I have some kind of snack to avoid getting that hungry, but I didn’t think about it today. (I like to snack on dry cereal – not too many calories (’cause a half a cup is a lot of cereal), but still sweet enough that I feel like I’m eating candy.) Yeah, I don’t want to talk about food.
New topic. I don’t have a new topic. So maybe I’m done for now. Was this awful? Should I never do it again?
They should never make movies where dogs die! I don’t care how old the dog is or how appropriate it might be to the plot. There is no good reason to kill off a dog in a movie. None!
I feel better. Stupid Marley and Me. I didn’t like the book, don’t know why I bothered to watch the movie, so I have only myself to blame. And the author. And the director. At one point, they kind of forgot the movie was supposed to be about the dog, and then when they remembered, well, the dog was old and bad things happened. But I’m an easy cryer (crier? cryer.), so I kept the kleenex close. And they never did train the dog! At least in the book, the training came eventually. In the movie, the dog just settled down (when he was about 8 years old) somehow.
I just gave Roxy her medicine, which reminds me…I need to swing by the vet and pick up the prescription for this new stuff we’re going to try instead of one of her current medicines. Our vet thinks we may have better luck controlling Roxy’s seizures on a different combination of medicines, since the phenobarbitol doesn’t seem to be doing the trick. She thinks we can do better (fewer) than a seizure a month (especially since it’s been more often since May). So we’ll try it and see.
John and I put in the 4th DVD of the first season of The Sopranos tonight, fully expecting to be able to watch at least a couple of episodes, but there was only one! So we were completely caught off guard by the season finale. And I just updated my Netflix list so the next season is at the top.
Exciting, I know.
I didn’t have much time to read today, which makes sense now that I think about it…Got up, ran, read a little while eating breakfast, went to work, worked, came home, made dinner, ate dinner, and now I’m on the computer. When was I going to read? When do I read during the day any weekday? But it feels worse today, like I missed out on some special reading time that I can’t remember having any other day. This makes no sense. On top of that, I’m trying to get to bed earlier so I can get up earlier, and that means not much time for reading tonight. Very very sad.
Nothing much happened today. As Mom said, that’s boring, but also good. No drama. I prefer my drama on TV. Ooh, speaking of TV, we were watching it while eating dinner tonight (and every night – I think we decided we weren’t going to that anymore a while back), and I actually meant speaking of dinner, but I wasn’t, so here we go: we had tuna steaks! Seared on the grill! So good.
For the second time today, we have the windows open all over the house. I’m SO glad it cooled off. Of course, it IS August, and I’m sure this won’t last.
John’s first class of the semester is tomorrow, and he spent some of the evening getting a head start on his reading. A guy we work with has taken both of the classes John signed up for this time, and he thinks John is crazy to be taking them at the same time. That’s making John a little nervous about his workload this semester. We’ll see how it looks after he’s been to both classes.
I’m going to spend the rest of my evening reading my book and relaxing. John just settled into the papasan chair to finish the third article he needs to have read for the class tomorrow. And actually, it’s not due tomorrow. (I just asked.) He needs to have it read for next Tuesday’s class. He really wants to be a week ahead. See what I mean about being a little nervous? He does it for classes, I do it for airports.
Finally, we got rain. Friday night, we went to Wolf Trap to see Great Big Sea with Joe, Megan, Rob, Betsy, Will, Jeff, Stephanie, and some couple more friends of Joe’s. Just as the opening band started to play, the skies opened. It poured. John and I crowded under our giant umbrella with Rob, Will, Jeff, and Stephanie, while Megan and Betsy ran for cover, and Joe and one of his friends just stayed out in it and got soaked. There wasn’t a lot of lightning, so they didn’t call off the show, but it pretty much rained the entire time. We got home a little before 11:30 – or maybe that’s when we got in the car to go home…I don’t remember. It was late, but felt later. Even with the umbrella, we were mostly soaked.
We spent the rainiest part of Saturday in the basement sorting through boxes. We found a lot of stuff to give away (Purple Heart is picking up tomorrow), including most of my Navy uniforms. Woohoo! All gone. We went through a lot of stuff down there, but you can’t tell. And that’s a little depressing. What we need is a shredder. At least a third of the boxes stacked down there are old bills, old papers that we filed away, that we don’t need to hold on to anymore. We also need to buy an external floppy drive. We found a whole bunch of disks, but we have no way of seeing what’s saved on them.
Today was the opposite of yesterday. Sunny skies, not too hot, no time spent in the basement…. I got a pedicure today, cleaned up the backyard, weeded a little, mowed the front, and John replaced all the spark plugs and wires in the car. And I still kinda feel like I didn’t do much. Where’s my sense of accomplishment?
Some people drive me CRAZY. I don’t understand how they can get through a single day, how they manage to leave their houses in the morning, when they can’t do simple tasks with very simple (and very clear) instructions. Repeated instructions. I just don’t get it. I came home in the WORST mood. But I’m better now. We had dinner, watched mindless TV, and got blizzards from DQ. I’m going to get into bed, read my book, relax, go to sleep, and then do it all over again tomorrow. At least I won’t have to deal with this next week. Not with the same kind of urgency anyway.
I don’t have anything worth sharing tonight. My deadline at work got extended to the end of the week, so that helped to keep today from being as stressful as yesterday, but that didn’t make it a good day. It wasn’t a bad day, either…just kind of blah. I have a headache, I just finished my book (Oscar Wao), and I need to pick a new one. Usually I love picking a new book, but I’ve been striking out so much lately that I’m a little nervous. I think I’m leaning towards science fiction this time. I’ve heard a lot about the Mars Trilogy (Red Mars, Green Mars, Blue Mars) by Kim Stanley Robinson, so I’ll give it a chance. While taking a nice, relaxing bath. And I’m running tomorrow! (I have goals.)
I finished Promised Land the other day. I really like Connie Willis, but I had a hard time with this one. The main character was such a bitch! And with very little cause. She came around (in a very predictable way) and became likable, so the story was easier to read, but I almost put it down. Who wants to read a book when you can’t stand the main character?
So now I’m reading The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. I’m enjoying it, mostly, but I’m looking forward to being done with it. I heard all these wonderful things about it, but it’s just not my style. That’s been happening to me a lot lately. I keep trying books that are outside my comfort zone, and I keep getting disappointed. That’s the wrong reaction. I’m supposed to be growing! This one reminds me of 100 Years of Solitude (a book I couldn’t finish) and A Staggering Work of Heartbreaking Genius (a book I didn’t like very much).
Hey, I found (“remembered to look for” might be more accurate) that wine I tried in April. Jess’s Aunt Karen had one bottle of it that first night, and she graciously let me have a glass. It’s a sauvignon blanc from Napa. Guenoc. Fruity, not very sweet. Still good.
John and I saw The Time Traveler’s Wife yesterday. It was…not very good. But somehow, I’m not disappointed. They didn’t mess with the plot really (didn’t change anything major that would have irritated me), but I didn’t feel…hmm. Anything, for most of it. I don’t know if that’s the actors’ fault or the director’s or the screenplay’s or what, but I was never sucked in. And Eric Bana, while very pretty, has never grabbed me. I’ve only seen him in a couple of movies, but I haven’t believed him in any of his roles. It was nice to watch, and I thought Rachel McAdams was pretty good, but I didn’t really care. And I wanted to. John and I were talking as we left the theater. I called it mediocre. He said I was being too nice. The movie did get me, though, once.
There’s a scene in the book that rips at my heart every time I read it. Every time. And when we got to that scene in the movie, I was braced for it, but apparently they decided to leave that part out. I actually felt relieved, relieved that this movie wasn’t going to make me feel the way the book does, so I could completely put it (this not all that great movie) out of my mind when it was over. But no. They tacked on a version of what kills me in a scene at the end. It worked, and I was a mess leaving the theater. I couldn’t even tell John what it is about that part that turns me into a blubbering mess (couldn’t – still can’t – talk about it without getting upset), but we’ve talked about it before (with regard to the book), so he knows.
Long story short: they didn’t ruin it. It’s not a good movie, but they didn’t ruin the book for me, and it’s entirely possible that if you don’t feel as strongly about the book as I do (or if you haven’t read it), you’ll like it. It’s not a BAD movie. It’s just not good, and I can’t tell if it would stand on its own or not.
Today was…something, the details of which I will not get into online. Good, though. You want to know? Call me. Or email me.
John is on the phone with his parents, going over all the details. I’ll call mine tomorrow. I’ll probably end up working a bit this weekend, since some of the things we needed to finish testing today were not available to test. But the kind of busy I’ve been all week is the good kind. Busy, useful, and substantive. Stuff got done.
John and I might go see The Time Traveler’s Wife this weekend. I’m very excited. I won’t believe we went to see a movie on opening weekend until it actually happens, though. The last movie I saw on its opening weekend (its opening day, in this case) was the first Harry Potter movie 8 years ago, and that wasn’t planned. It just worked out that way.
We’ve been to the movies a lot recently, now that I think about it. We saw The Hangover a few weeks ago, and then Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince last weekend – it just occurred to me that they totally don’t explain the Half-Blood Prince thing in the movie. I liked it, very much, but it wasn’t the best movie. It was clearly a set-up for the last two movies, which is fine, and I think it did that well, but they left out things I really wanted to see. Of course, I’d have gone to the movie if they’d filmed it true to the book and it was 16 hours long, so my opinion can’t be trusted. But I’d see it again. I think some of the acting was the best it’s been so far. I love Harry Potter.
Dinner tonight is going to be a bit more of a production than usual, for no particular reason. I just had a good idea for a meal. So I’ll be boiling, slicing, toasting, marinating, and grilling. All at once (except not). I am like the octopus. I’ll have to be to make sure the timing is right. (What does timing have to do with being octopus-like? Shh. You’re messing with the flow. Suspension of disbelief!)
(No, Will, I haven’t been drinking.)
- Caprese salad
- Grilled scallops (marinated with white wine, garlic, and olive oil)
- Over angel hair pasta (tossed with a little butter, olive oil, garlic, parsley)
- With garlic toast
Garlicky? Um, yes. If I just add some to the tomatoes, we’ll have garlic throughout. Vampires are not welcome in this house! I’ll let you know how it goes.
I like early mornings. I do. They’re so fresh and there’s so much of the day to look forward to. And then I go to work. And while work is fine, I feel like I’m missing out on the morning! It’s out there, outside my window, but I’m in here.
Today was a good day, mostly. It ended really well at work, and dinner at The Melting Pot with the ladies (also from work) was fun. However, Roxy had a seizure this morning before John left (about 9:15 – he said it was short and she recovered quickly), and then she had another one just before 10pm. Tonight’s might have been two, actually: one regular one and then one small one. She’s recovered and everything, but it’s a little weird that she went so long without having one and then had two in one day. I’ll let the vet know tomorrow.
While walking the dogs this morning, I passed a yard that has little ceramic garden statues in it, grouped around the base of a tree. The dogs and I have walked by this yard countless times, but this morning, Riley noticed that one of those statues is a BUNNY! So he lunged for it (it didn’t run), tried to bite it (it didn’t give), and STILL didn’t realize that it wasn’t a real bunny. I had to pull him off it so we could go home. Idiot.
Week’s over, I feel great, and I am so ready to see Harry Potter. I believe I will say that again. Harry Potter. Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter. There. John and Will are checking out the live music at a local pub. I would say they’re casing the joint, but they want to play there, not steal from it. I’m not sure what the correct phrase is for that situation. Christina and Colin and I went to Ruby Tuesday for a drink and an appetizer and some chatting. We had a good time, and Colin only covered himself in ketchup. Well, Christina too, but only a little bit. There might be some in her hair.
I’m going to take a bath and read (The Time Traveler’s Wife!) and figure out what we’re doing tomorrow before we see Harry Potter. Probably yard work. Boo. Harry Potter!
*Funny thing just happened. I typed “Boob” instead of “Boo.” Maybe I should have left it. (Now I’m giggling. How old am I?)
So I’ve skipped the last couple of days because I’ve been sick. I left work early on Tuesday and stayed home Wednesday, too. I can’t remember the last time I took a sick day. Something flu-ish and very unpleasant. But I feel much better this evening. I finished A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius the other day (finally) and I read Fablehaven (a children’s book, much in the same way the first couple of Harry Potter books are children’s books (but those are better)) while I was under the weather. Since the movie of The Time Traveler’s Wife comes out next weekend, I’ve decided it’s finally time to reread the book. Again.
While I was home yesterday (in the few hours I wasn’t sleeping), I watched Mamma Mia! and kinda wished I hadn’t. It was bad, made no sense whatsoever, and went on too long. For a funny review of it (by a guy who didn’t like it, either), go here. In better news, we’re going to see the new Harry Potter movie this weekend! Yay!
…but I still don’t have the energy to catch you up on the weekend. Maybe during the day tomorrow. I went to boot camp again this evening. I like Marcus, the guy who runs it on Mondays and Tuesdays, and even though it was hard (particularly the ab stuff – flutter kicks and variations on flutter kicks that are HARD), it was still doable. And fun. He’s much more laid back than Wolf (the Thursday guy). Wolf is…intense.
I still haven’t finished my book. Actually, that shouldn’t be very surprising. There was NO time for reading this weekend except for last night, and I just didn’t feel like reading last night. (And that should say something about my book.) I’m going to try tonight, though. Gonna go take a bath and see how much more of I can read until the water gets cold.
I’m too worn out from the weekend to write much (but I started a list to make sure I don’t leave anything out when I get to it), so here’s the synopsis: the concert was AWESOME (quite possibly the best ever), and we had a really good time with everyone. Later, I’ll fill you in about the horrendous traffic, tailgating, and the whimpering puppy.