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.
Oh, damn, it’s after midnight and this will get posted for Saturday instead of Friday. Everyone made it. We had dinner with Mom, Dad, Mindy, and Mark (delicious – I love Lightfoot), and we met the puppy. She is as adorable as advertised, and Riley only knocked her over once. That I saw. They seem to be getting along fine. Mindy and Mark are sleeping on the air mattress in the living room tonight, so we’ll just have to see how they handle all three dogs all night long. If no one tries to eat the puppy and Roxy doesn’t have a seizure (did I just jinx her?), I’ll call it a success. John’s family arrived around 9:30 (I think). We all had a drink and hung out around the house until we were too tired to stand up anymore. And now I’m too tired to type.
I’m going to sleep.
Seriously, don’t mind me. I’m just dead. It was the LONGest day. (Not that Longest Day.) Huh. The more I type “longest”, the weirder it looks. Anyway, I got up at six, got to work by 7:45, worked from then to a little after 5, exercised until almost 6:30, came home and ate dinner, and then spent an hour and a half cleaning. I’m done. Can’t do any more. Brain isn’t working, legs barely work (getting up from this chair is going to be really painful). Fingers feel okay. Elbows are fine. My hair doesn’t hurt. The rest of me? Let’s not talk about it anymore.
I am still reading A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. I think it’s the longest book of all time. I’m sure most of that is because I haven’t had a lot of time to read. And that’s at least partly an excuse. I haven’t been making time to read. I’m relying too heavily on italics. And I’m unable to stay on topic. I’m heading for the shower and then my bed. I don’t want to be exhausted all weekend. Busy busy busy!
John and I weren’t planning on watching more than the first couple of minutes of last night’s Daily Show this evening, but the first thing Jon Stewart did was tease that Spinal Tap would be performing during the regular interview spot, so we were hooked. If you haven’t seen it (and you care at all about Spinal Tap), go here.
That’s all I’ve got tonight, though. I’m sore all over – almost every movement hurts – and I have to get some cleaning done.
I was sore today. And now, after my second boot camp workout, I am sore in new places. Similar, but new. Tomorrow is a day off from that, but I’m still going to run in the morning. It might be more walking than running, but whatever. Movement is what I’m after.
I’m starting to get anxious about the stuff I have to get done in the house before Friday when the hordes arrive (yes, I called you hordes). Anxious, but not enough to do any of it tonight. Three nights a week of exercise exhaustion is really going to lower my productivity. But not at work! I was very productive at work today.
Oh, hell, I’m being boring again.
Our company, as one of the benefits, sponsors one of those boot camp fitness programs at the office. An instructor shows up at 5:15 three days a week, and whoever wants to go can go. I decided to give it a try today. All I do is run, and I haven’t been very good about incorporating any other sort of exercise into my routine on my own. Anyway, it was hard, and it was hot, and I think I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but I also think I’m going to go back tomorrow and try again. We’ll see.
I finished The Shell Seekers yesterday morning. I really like Rosamunde Pilcher, but I think I’m going to have to space out her books. That one made me cry twice. And when I wasn’t crying, I was hating two of the characters. I’m still kind of looking for what to read next. I’m not quite ready to re-read The Time Traveler’s Wife, although that will probably be next, after whatever I choose now. I picked up A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, by Dave Eggers, but I’m having a hard time getting into it. John just finished it, and I think he liked it, but I was ready to give up on it about 100 pages in. He gave me a hard time (just a little), so I’m still trying. And it’s getting better, I think, but I’m not really involved in it. I’m not hurrying to finish typing so I can get back to it or anything. I should be hurrying so I can go throw away almost everything stored under the bathroom sink in the hall upstairs. That stuff goes in the category of it’s-been-there-and-I-haven’t-used-it-since-we-moved-in-almost-four-years-ago-so-throw-it-away-already. There’s a lot of stuff all over the house in that category. But I may not get to that tonight. Back to the subject of picking a new book. I have several books that are the first in a series. I deliberately only bought the first ones, thinking I’d try them out and if I like them, I’ll buy the rest. But since I don’t have the rest yet, I’ve been putting off reading the first books. What if I love them and I don’t have the others? So I’ve backed myself into a corner. Just read one of them! It’s not like I don’t know where or how to get the next book quickly.
I hope it goes on all night. We had a major thunderstorm two nights ago, too. I’m not sure how much it actually rained, but it was right on top of us. Almost no time between lightning and thunder, and once I nearly jumped across the couch ’cause the lightning almost hit the house. There was a huge CRACK and everything powered kinda paused and you could feel the electricity. It was a little scary. Today it’s just regular rain. It was really sunny and very hot (but low humidity – it didn’t feel like 90 degrees), and we were planning on going to the pool later in the afternoon. We did go, but not for long. We had a few sun breaks, but the wind picked up and the clouds rolled in, so we decided to head for home. Walked in the door just as the first raindrops were falling. Maybe we’ll have better luck with the pool tomorrow, but I think I’d prefer a full day of rain.
I went to the mall with Christina this morning. We were looking for a light, casual summer dress, but we both struck out. Tomorrow, depending on the weather (but I think it’ll be dry enough), we’ll do yardwork. Yay.
This looks like it was so much fun.