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Tuesday, February 19, 2002
Not such a beautiful Minnesota today.
No. It's rainy. It's gloomy. And it's got me pretty damn crabby. That weather.
Or maybe I'm just crabby because I have a pimple the size of a quarter on my forehead. No exaggeration. Needed.
(Sorry, folks. You will get no digital pictures of that.)
And I have a doctors appointment tonight. Which means I have to skip my Tuesday Yoga class after having had to skip my Saturday Yoga class due to the bimonthly Cut, Tint and Foil.
Did I mention that said pimple hurts?
Well, it does.
I have to pee, too. And I'm too pathetic to get up and do something about it. So, I sit here. Uncomfortable. With my throbbing, painful, pimple-head.
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Okay. I'm back. You'll be glad to know that I did take the necessary trip to the leiu. And I'm much better now, thank you. At least in that department. Unfortunately, the pimple is still here.
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So where was I.
Oh yeah. Crabby.
It's the weather's fault. That and my lack of sleep. I'm tired. Really tired. And it didn't help that my weekend was chock full of activity. Everything turned out well. Enjoyable, really. But it was too much. I didn't get my downtime. I didn't sit and read, or bake bars or paint my nails. I didn't exercise, either, except for a 30-minute quickie Saturday morning. Which is also why I probably feel so icky.
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So. Recap. On Friday I was the crazy dog-mom for three, count them, three little Spitz doggies. Yes, that's right. I dog-sat for our upstairs neighbor's two puppies: a Pomeranian and an American Eskimo. Who both barked quite loudly and frequently. And Percy, the Pomeranian, does this weird thing where she lifts her back feet off the ground while she poops. It's very yogi and freakish. If not fascinating.
Saturday, I got my hair done. Like I said. Same brown and red streaky-thing I had going last time. Light trim. No big news there except that it took the same three hours it usually does and this time I walked away with a container of Custom Control to replace the Hang Straight. I'm on a quest for more shine, really. And hopefully this will do the job.
I got some Cherry Bark deep conditioner, too. Like you care.
Afterwards, it was all about the cooking. For our Cooking Light supper club. We fixed the Green Onion pancakes, a veggie version of the Chicken Tangine for me as well as the Star Anise Bread Pudding. Dinner was at 7. We stayed until 11. Then, we got home and got all obsessed with the USA / Russia Hockey Game and didn't get to bed until after 1 am.
The next morning, I had to get up early to host Book Club. It started early this month. And I still had a flat to clean. I fixed coffee, got the ingredients for Mimosas. The cohost brought the grub and the conversation was very snootily stimulating. We also passed around pictures of one member's trip to Italy. And planned our next meeting in conjunction with the Oscars. There was talk of feather boas and tiaras.
Sometimes I really love my book club.
Everyone left rather early. And since it was so nice out (45 degrees), I took Sienna to the park. I grocery shopped, too. Picked up two books at Barnes & Noble and did spend the final couple hours of my weekend reading. Which was nice. While James fixed Red Pepper Risotto. He really can be useful sometimes.
I had a dream that night. A sex dream. Only James wasn't in it. I can't really say who was. But I woke up too soon. I had to go to work. The foggy stimulation was gone along with my weekend.
Style Guide? Documentation? Yep. I'm working on it.
But I'd rather be back in bed. Dreaming. Sleeping. Curled up on this most despicable and dreary of days. Would somebody please get me a cup of tea?
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 Oooh... I almost forgot. My Valentine's day. So nice of you to ask. It was really nice. Dinner at the Italian Restaurant & Lounge section of La Bodega was great. Although the woman seated at the table next to us who fell down a step and into a table while on her way to the bathroom probably didn't have as enjoyable a time.
But I didn't fall. I had the Chickpea & Squash Soup followed by a Spinach & Fig salad instead.
Wine, too.
James purchased me some yummy pjs. And the Diana Krall, "Look of Love" CD. Candy, too. My valentine.
Then we came home and watched the end of the male figure skating event on NBC. Those guys really freak me out.
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