French toast: One of the best breakfast foods EVER. This morning was proof.
I managed to accomplish a lot of little tasks that have needed to be finished for the past few weeks. That means my Tuesday will be a lot less busy and a lot more languid. Go me.
Last week’s issue of The New Yorker had two (yes, two!) articles/essays that were printed in issues last fall/winter. Is this normal?
Here’s my article on Jolene Roberts, our Person of the Year for 2004.
http://www.bellevueleader.com/index.php?u_pg=910&u_sid=1314677
DEAR ABBY, My husband has a long record of money problems. He runs up
huge credit card bills and at the end of the month, if I try to pay them
off, he shouts at me, saying I am stealing his money. He says pay the
minimum and let our kids worry about the rest, but already we can hardly
keep up with the interest.
Also he has been so arrogant and abusive toward our neighbors that most of
them no longer speak to us. The few that do are an odd bunch, to whom he
has been giving a lot of expensive gifts, running up our bills even more.
Also, he has gotten religious in a big way, although I don’t quite
understand it. One week he hangs out with Catholics and the next with
people who say the Pope is the Anti-Christ. And now he has been going to
the gym an awful lot and is into wearing uniforms and cowboy outfits, and
hate to think what that means.
Finally, the last straw. He’s demanding that before anyone can be in the
same room with him, they must sign a loyalty oath. It’s just so horribly
creepy! Can you help?
Signed, Lost in DC
Dear Lost: Stop whining, Laura. You can divorce the jerk any time you
want. The rest of us are stuck with him for four more years.
It will be two years next month since I moved into my house, which is no more than three blocks away from a steak house. It was around 8 last night, as I was taking my garbage to the curb, when, for the first time, I could smell it.
Steak.
My initial reaction: “Who’s grilling at this hour?”
Then, it dawned on me. It wasn’t someone’s at-home grill I was smelling.
No.
It was the sweet odor of a thick steak cooking away on the restaurant’s grill.
And I began to salivate to the likes of Pavlov’s pooch.
I’m still hungry for steak. Mmm.
I haven’t been able to fall back to sleep after Matthew left for work this morning around 4:30. Will I pay for this later today? Maybe, maybe not. I fell asleep on the couch last night around 8:30 or 9 while reading “Underworld” by Don DeLillo. Around 10:30, I went to bed. Do those 90 minutes of sleep count toward last night’s sleep? Or was that simply a late-night nap?
That’s right. I’m growing more excited with Bright Eyes’ new albums that I’m quoting Conor’s lyrics in my subject line, when appropriate. (I’m so awesome.)
The weather here is finally warming up. Which means the snow is finally melting. Which means my car will look filthy again in a matter of hours, despite the fact I had it washed yesterday afternoon. Oy.
Remember the story I mentioned last week, about the little Bellevue boy dying of cancer? It’s online: http://www.bellevueleader.com/index.php?u_pg=910&u_sid=1308442
I had another Page 1 story this week, writing about our Person of the Year for 2004, Jolene Roberts. At nearly 1,700 words, it’s a big one. Took me a lot of brain power to write, but I’m rather pleased with the result.
Although I’m stating the obvious, the “Garden State” soundtrack is absolutely fabulous. I’ve been listening to it the last few days. Tasty stuff.
Bright Eyes’ “I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning,” has gotten me thinking. After reading what national press has written about the album, and from what I heard of Conor’s new stuff at the show, I’m intriguied. “Digital Ash in a Digital Urn” sounds good, too, especially since the Faint is involved with the tour later this year.
I don’t often buy CDs (I mooch from friends); I may have to pick these two us.
LiveJournal is back from the brink. Welcome back, LJ. It was funny how I drafted LJ entries in my head while at work yesterday, but couldn’t post them. True, I could’ve dumped my brain’s garbage into a Microsoft Word document, but how much fun would that be? There’s no “immediate gratification” with posting blog posts to a Word file.
Saw Bright Eyes play Sokol Friday night. An OK show, but certainly not one of Conor’s best performances. He was rather quiet; a little boring. I received two magazines in the mail over the weekend, Interview and Rolling Stone. Both has glowing things to say about our boy Conor. RS referred to Conor as “Rock’s Boy Genius.”
Not bad for a kid who graduated from a Catholic high school.
