August 31, 2006

Love Thursday

If you could see my heart, it would look just like this.

Albuquerque, September 2002

Thanks to Karen and Irene for asking us all to think about what we love, every Thursday.

August 30, 2006

no cupcakes, just tiramisu

For the second day in a row, I have pickled myself in strong strong coffee and it’s not pretty. I’m feeling a little like someone replaced my brain with tiramisu, which strangely enough I don’t really like. To gooey for me.

No, I don’t really have a point. What makes you ask?

Today was a good day, despite feeling like I had a head full of espresso-soaked madeleines. I had coffee with Christa and we saw John Paul Merrit going in to get HIS coffee, which made us giggle. I finished my Mystery Project, which is good because my ass was starting to look like the seat of our desk chair. I started laundry, which until RIGHT THIS SECOND I had completely forgotten about.

Remind me to go finish that laundry, would you? You’re a pal.

Eventually I pried my pickled ass off the desk chair and went to get the boys at school. Either I was really early or every single class at Charlie’s school was running late today; either way, I was kind of freaked out because I got to the gym and NO ONE WAS THERE, no kids, no parents, NO ONE except the Cranky Cafeteria Lady, who kept glaring at me, and I wasn’t sure what time it was because I had taken my watch off and left it at home but I just KNEW we would be late to get Henry and I hate to be late. So I was hyperventillating a little.

Just a little. Maybe it was the coffee. Or the laundry. REMIND ME TO FINISH THE LAUNDRY.

Eventually Charlie’s class came filing down the hall with their little bags, in a nice line. Every day when Charlie comes in the gym and sees me, he starts waving and waving. He has this HUGE smile on his face, and he waves and waves at me while he goes to sit down and wait to be dismissed. And then, when Mrs. H says, “Charlie, you may go,” he runs over and jumps into my arms and says, “HI, MAMA!” and starts making Cute Charlie Noises (which sound very much like a happy kitten).

It’s my favorite part of Charlie’s day.

Today, instead of just dismissing him from his seat on the floor, Mrs. H held out her hand and lead him over to where I was standing. She was walking toward me holding his little hand and he was smiling and waving and I thought oh shit he’s in trouble what did he do oh god I hope he wasn’t swearing at school dammit I bet he was swearing oh my god I think I’m going to throw up on her shoes oh my god oh my god oh my god . . .

Mrs. H walks up to me, puts her hand on my arm, looks me straight in the eye and says, “Charlie is a delight. He’s just wonderful to have in class.” She said some other nice things, but by then I was so relieved that Charlie wasn’t being expelled that I can’t really remember them. I could have kissed her.

I looked down and Charlie was hugging my legs and smiling up at me and saying, “Hi, Mama!” in his little baby voice. If he had asked for a Porsche or a pony or a life-sized R2D2 toy, right at that moment, I totally would have bought it for him. Or I would have tried, although we’re still not sure what the hell is going on with our checking account.

And now I have to go put some laundry in the dryer, before I forget. Again.

August 29, 2006

ThisNext

I love Holly for many reasons, including this:

“And after extensive experimentation, I’ve come to the conclusion that the coffee at Whole Foods is laced with crack, because every time I drink it, I scare the interns. They often have to peel me off the ceiling and quietly remove sharp objects from my desk. I wish this were true of the two-bite vanilla cupcakes at Whole Foods, because maybe then I’d stop eating them too.”

Mmm, vanilla cupcakes. I could use one of those about now.

This morning, I made the ONLY coffee in our house, the remainder of a package of pinon coffee leftover from Wade’s Christmas stocking. (I could swear I’ve written that EXACT SAME SENTENCE before, but I can’t for the life of me find it.) I like the pinon coffee, mostly as a New Mexico novelty, but this morning I was desperate and it was delicious.

It was also, apparently, laced with crack because by lunchtime, I was having that same peel-me-off-the-ceiling day Holly describes, although without the interns or the cupcakes.

Mmmm, vanilla cupcakes. So delicious.

To counteract the crack-laced pinon coffee I brewed a pot of French roast (before the crack kicked in I stopped at the grocery because HA HA I kept thinking I REALLY NEED MORE COFFEE and somehow it didn’t occur to me that if I was thinking in ALL CAPS that maybe I really DIDN’T NEED ANY MORE COFFEE). So, by lunchtime, I was all jacked up on the junk.

And I had written 2200 words (more, actually, but I had an entire paragraph that was about something ENTIRELY UNRELATED to what I was writing about)–2200 words NOT FOR THIS WEB SITE. Look at me, with a Project! No, I’m not telling you what it is.

Where’s my coffee? And WHERE ARE MY CUPCAKES???

So after two thousand words and two hundred cups of coffee, I’d had it. I spent a while IMing with Jen, which mostly consisted of typing FUCK over and over (I was telling her a story about my insurance company and my pediatrician, which fortunately ended with the bill being paid IN FULL thank you very much) and giggling when I accidentally typed TIT (because it’s funny! after 200 cups of coffee). After that was over, I was still hopping around and couldn’t write any more and I really wanted to go shopping. But that didn’t seem like a very good idea, what with the whole checking account situation and all. I seriously thought about e-mailing Holly to say CRACK! IN THE COFFEE! SEND CUPCAKES! but she’s in Vietnam and has a lot going on.

I wonder if she has any cupcakes.

But! Shopping! I spent the afternoon browsing for shoes and hair product and books and putting it all here, just for you. And over there in the left sidebar you can get a little preview of what I found and why I love it! Isn’t that fun? I did it ALL FOR YOU! You’re welcome.

And now I’m tired and I should probably sleep because tomorrow I have to finish the Project which means I will have to consume a LOT more crack coffee and probably some cupcakes.