Notes On A Page

Oh, weekend, arrive already! I’ve got lots of sleep to catch up on, many a recap post to write, and The Tulip Fest to attend. I give you your lunch break:

Tee Hee Hee.. These dioramas of little people on giant produce reminds me of the book Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs. Not the movie, people, the children’s book. Go to a library, for heavens’ sake.

Homemade Pop Tarts… I mean, come on now. As if I’m not going to make these.

How Does Your Garden Grow?… Fruits and vegetables that grow easily even in small apartment gardens. This still doesn’t fulfill my dream of growing bananas and whole apple pies on a tree right in my own backyard, but it’s s start.

I Can Haz Cheezburger Candle?… Apparently it’s National Cheeseburger Month. I celebrated accordingly at a BBQ on Wednesday night. I won’t be celebrating by purchasing this cheeseburger candle from Whitecastle, but perhaps you will.

Has LOST Lost Its Meaning?… If you watched LOST you were probably as upset as the Roommate and I over the last episode. Flavorwire examines how the show may be unraveling the culturally diverse web of characters it’s been weaving over the past six seasons. It’s a shame.

It’s after 11pm, which is the time that this hard-working post-grad/granny should be in bed in order to get some solid shut eye. But I’ve been packing/freaking out and now my brain is ON.

Boxes filled with movies and books, my beloved treasures. (Although I’d also treasure a bottle of that Chardonnay right about now.)

I ran out of boxes, leaving with me with a nagging feeling of unproductivity and a messy house.

Le sigh. Now I’m just complaining to no one in particular.

On the plus side I sent out a bunch of Mother’s Day cards today. I have a godmother and a quasi-mother-in-law who deserve some recognition, after all. My own lucky mother gets two cards. She’s had to put up with me the longest.

I keep wanting to post, but every time I’ve gotten near the computer this weekend it’s been WAY to hot to sit in front of a screen. Which is a real shame, since I have done some noteworthy things recently, including:

-Dinner at Jack’s Oyster House with my mother

-Hiking at Thatcher Park

-Cutting The Boyfriend’s hair. For the first time. (And, honestly, it looks great!)

The warm weather has been beautiful and I feel like spending my free time outside while the high temperatures last. But fear not, I am taking three days off from work to catch up on blogging.

All lies. I AM taking three days off, but it will be to spend them with The Boyfriend here:

Can you guess where? Details soon!

I was having a relaxing evening until I wrote a post and it deleted itself because I was trying to embed a video. The horror!
But the song is worth it:

Take it away, Louis.
Save for the technological difficulties, I had a lovely day. I still don’t have an office at work and I’m working out of a plastic tub that says “Maddy’s Office,” but aside from that snafu, I’m loving my job. And a few of my co-workers and I went out for Indian food at lunchtime, so that made the whole officeless situation less troublesome. Where is there naan, there is little concern over one’s lack of desk.
Dinner was a solo affair tonight so I threw together random foodstuffs from the cook-out we had with friends last night:
Pasta salad over greens with mushrooms and olives, corn on the cob, and grapes.

I also fixed myself a mug of green tea to soothe a sore throat.

Celestial Seasonings has this to say about recycling:

Interesting point. I certainly feel a little better, considering we consume about 1,000 tea bags a week in this apartment.
Speaking of consuming vast quantities, I’ve had about eleven of these today.

Maybe only three, but they are addicting. Key lime bars, oh, yes indeed. These are from last night, as well, and they shan’t last long!!
Aside from pondering the negative effects of tea-drinking on the environment, the rest of my riveting night will be spent doing a bit o’ laundry, paperwork, and blogging.

With Sid.
Don’t you always sleep better knowing tasks have been crossed off the to-do list? That’s what I’m aiming for so I can get a solid night’s sleep.
Sid, who has been “helping” me write this post by attacking my fingers with each stroke of the keys, wishes you all a good night.

And he would like to remind you that three-hole punches make excellent pillows.