I had a dream last night/this morning that I was in my parents' neighborhood and some stupid blonde teenager in a tricked-out Escalade hit my car and scraped it. Then when I was asking her stupid mom for their address and insurance information, the girl was walking around peeping in my windows going "Mom! Her car is, like, full of Diet Cokes and stuff!" (as if to insinuate that because my car is full of trash it's suddenly not worth yelling about getting scraped). So I turned to her in the dream and was like WHAT HUH I WILL CUT YOU, HO and I woke up so, so angry at like 4:50. My bedside alarm was set to go off at 5:30, so I started going back to sleep.
Before I continue this little anecdote, let me say that I took off Tuesday because I thought it was going to ice over. (It didn't. Boo.) Tuesday night it started sleeting ice pellets, and around 8:30 the power went out so I set the alarm on my phone for 5 AM so I could get up and check the weather Wednesday morning. I had my phone shut off Wednesday night/Thursday morning because I was sick of it vibrating in the middle of the night when I get emails (thank you, guru.com's email notification service -_-).
So guess which alarm went off at 5:00 this morning. Yes, my phone. Yes, it wasn't on silent. Yes, I crawled my butt out of bed and shut off my phone. Now I'm awake, and technically I suppose I could go work out. But I thought it would be more cozy to update this thing.
Rudie is snuggly and on my lap. I shoved her off the bed when I woke up because she likes to see that I'm awake and snuggle in bed, only with her butt/tail in my face. I tried to move her and she got annoyed and started whacking me in the nose with it, so I shoved her off the bed. So I think I can afford her a few minutes of cuddle time before I have to go shower/get ready for work.
Jay's parents' kitten Bob died and it makes me sad. He was so cute and little ;_; Plus Jay's dad is having to go in for surgery again, and I know Jay's worried about it. Heck, I'm worried too, because people in my family just don't go get surgery. It's called "having a procedure" and we just go in maybe once every ten years or something. My mom had her hysterectomy like six years ago, and my dad had his arm operated on last...spring? And then that's it. We don't go into hospitals any more frequently than that unless somebody's got, like, a heart attack or cancer or something. Maybe that's dumb though, like if we had preliminary stuff taken care of we wouldn't get to the big stuff? Although that theory seems moot in a case like Mom's where she had fibroids which were pretty much unpreventable. It's not like you can eat a certain type of food and the vitamins keep you from getting them (yet). Hm.
Speaking of food, I was driving home last night and told pookie I'd pick up a few groceries and/or dinner provisions. It also occurred to me that it would be an excellent opportunity to scope out the new Market Street grocery store that has just opened in our neighborhood, which looked much swankier than our next-tier-down alternative, Walmar. Also it seemed to me that their parking situation wouldn't be as much of a complete...well, there's a few choice phrases that come to mind when thinking of driving through parking congestion and stupid ignoramus pedestrians at Walmar but I'll just skip that.
So I walked into this grocery store and I swear it was like hearing the chorus of angels singing. I get my basket and start walking the aisles, just to see what all this place has.
My first remarkable food of note was their polenta. Yes, I made polenta earlier this week, in a loaf pan. We now have a loaf of cold, congealed polenta sitting in the fridge because I couldn't figure out where Walmar kept theirs. It now occurs to me, after noting the location of Market Street's polenta, that Walmar simply does not carry it. I also noted that MS has at least three varieties of pre-prepared, beautifully-packed polenta that would make for a much better serving size than what was recommended to me in my Weight Watchers Italian cookbook. I mean, yes, it is one point per little sliver, but you'd have to eat it three meals a day for at least a week to make a dent in this huge mutant polenta loaf I now have stuck in my fridge. I wonder if the rats can have polenta. I think they might like it.
Another grocery note - the deli section! The meat counter! And, at last, the produce section. I told myself I am buying another couple of canvas bags and coming back to this place Saturday morning. They have exotic fruits and vegetables, including dates (optimal for recreating the fantastic Dates Wrapped with Bacon we had at Sasha's graduation bash at Hannah's on the Square). Also not just herbs, mind you, but lovely basils and rosemaries with the roots still attached.
Ah, Market Street. I could wax endlessly about how fine you are. I think this store has spoiled me for any common earthly grocery store. It's like the Rice Epi back home, or even Central Market, if we had one close by.
Oh and PS: if anyone else (co-workers, I mean. Not tenants. I heart my tenants) comes dashing up to my desk and is like freaking out wanting me to do something LIEK OMG RIGHT NOW, I am gonna still just look at you and blink a few times like you've grown a second head, then be like "give me...one...minute" then take my damn time doing it. I am so sick of everything in the office being a damn crisis. I am sick of getting huge projects dumped on us at 4:30 that have an adverse impact on our tenants (although that's gotten better since last Friday, I think...*knocks on wood). I am sick of feeling like I suck at my job because I am constantly overwhelmed.
Maybe I have ADD? I've honestly thought that sometimes. Although I don't think I'm hyper. I just think I've either got to have problems focusing on one project at a time, or difficulty multitasking. I don't think I'm just that stupid that I can't do two things at once, because I know I'm an intelligent person. But the other ladies in the office have absconded with my payables, now that budget season has wound down. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I like doing payables, if I can concentrate on them, but I'm being told I have to file the mountains that have accumulated around my desk instead. That's okay; it's not as fun as coding and keying but it soothes my OCD and makes things look neater, which I like. But it's still hard to have it yanked out from under me because it makes me feel like I'm not doing my job, or that I'm not good enough.
Somebody at work the other day commented that I have a positive attitude. I don't think I do, because I tend to get bogged down in the negative a lot. I just don't mind giving people credit when they do a good job because I know I'd like to get complimented on what I'm doing well.
I'd like to meet Dave Ramsey some day and give him a huge hug. We may be going out to SoCal for a minibreak soon, and this time we are paying it all with our own money instead of putting it on a credit card or something equally ridiculous because Dave Ramsey says don't pay for something if you can't pay it in cash. We heart you, Dave Ramsey :D
Also this weekend: I am making it my goal to clear out the shelves in the laundry room so I might have something remotely resembling a pantry. Hooray!
Now it's shower time so I hope everyone has a beautiful Friday. Speaking of which, that probably means a Friday Five. We shall see!
