So um…. you might have noticed that the look around here has changed.  I’m not really sure if I want to keep this theme or not… I’m not in love with the listing of the posts below, but I can’t figure out how to change it without fubaring the rest of the site.

In unrelated news I only got three and a half hours of sleep last night.  This has made me VERY FUN to live with!

Today has been another busy day and I decided to take a quick time out to post before switching gears for the afternoon.  So far today I have returned twelve books to the library, checked out three more, seen a movie, and gone to Fred Meyer.

I set off this morning with the roommate in tow as the new official house rule is that he is not allowed to stay in the apartment by himself (I kind of promised my landlord, it is a long story) and he decided that instead of going job hunting he would rather follow me around as I went to the library, the store and the movies.   Let’s not go into how I feel about this…except to say that by the time the ten minute walk from the apartment to the train was done we were kind of finished talking to each other for a while.

At the library I checked out the latest Curtis Sittenfeld (love her) and Eileen Cook (love her too) and a book for the business side of my life by one of my Copywriting heroes.  I (wisely) stopped there because I didn’t want to end up having to truck home a bunch of books and many bags of groceries.

For my movie (my treat to myself for having such a great day yesterday) I saw Frost/Nixon and seriously? That was a pretty good flick.  I really liked it and can only imagine how much more I would have gotten into it if I hadn’t spent the last hour or so of the movie really really having to pee.  Sure I could have gotten up and made a dash for the bathroom but I didn’t want to miss anything!  Honestly though–what amazing performances.  It more than made up for having to sit through Push.  I will definitely be buying this one when it comes out on DVD. Also? I might have gorged on enough movie popcorn to make me a little bit sick to my stomach but I’m okay with that because that was totally my plan going in when I got the popcorn large enough to feed a small third world country.  Mmmm.  Movie Popcorn.

Finally, at the grocery store I bought…groceries. And yarn.  And then somehow managed to get all of it home without dropping anything.  And now I’m about to get to real work for the afternoon/evening and I just have to say that it was a pretty good morning.

At least for today.  Today I am very proud to tell all of you that I accomplished every. single. thing. on my “to do” list. And wow if I didn’t get done thirty minutes sooner than I thought I would.

I? Kind of kicked a bunch of ass today and I am proud.   You may now bask in the glory that is me!

We went to see the movie Push tonight.  I liked Dakota Fanning’s boots.  Everything else kind of made me want to see if it would be possible to poke my own eyes out with my soda straw.

Today was pretty good.  I finished a project for one of my clients this morning, Will and I went to my friend Patty’s 30th birthday party (she turned 30 yesterday) and got to spend a few hours with some of my goodest friends ever and then we came home and enjoyed having the house to ourselves for the evening because the roommate went to hang out with his other friends for the afternoon.  (hello run on sentence, it’s nice to see you again!) We watched the movie Chaplin (Will hadn’t seen it) and I had (yet another) deep fried hot dog.

Okay I know that a deep fried hot dog sounds like it would be completely disgusting but it isn’t.  Mine was delicious.  Try it.  You’ll thank me!

I have to say though that after a few days of barbecued/grilled/deep fried meals (burgers, hot dogs, tater tots) I kind of just want to curl up in salad fixings for the next few days.

All in all, today was pretty okay!

Maybe its because I was up until after three o’clock this morning being a supportive fiance while Will finished a particularly heinous homework assignment.  Maybe it’s because we got back up at seven thirty this morning so he could get to school on time and then once he left for the train I went back to sleep and ended up sleeping in until eleven o’clock.  Maybe it’s the fact that Will called out exhausted from work and we spent the entire afternoon on the couch–me working on a project for a client, him playing WoW–with Scrubs on in the background.

Whatever the reason, this has seriously been a crazy long Friday.  It feels like it should be about one in the morning right now and it is only ten thirty.  Wow.

Also?  In what universe is it not rude to watch videos at level ten on your laptop while the other people in the room are trying to watch television?

The shopping trip did not go badly–I wouldn’t call it a spectacular success as that would entail someone spontaneously landing a job and moving out–but we did grab him an application at WinCo and hopefully he’ll get an interview…and that he’ll wake up at a decent hour tomorrow so I can finally put our tax filings away (I’m starting to think that keeping the filing cabinet in that room wasn’t the best idea in the world).

I am also proud that I stuck to my shopping list.  I came very close to buying an eight dollar feather duster at Target but talked myself out of it–and the forty dollar clothes steamer.  But! my printer has ink and I have paper clips, I managed to find a tea kettle that didn’t cost a billion dollars (who spends fifty dollars on a tea kettle?!?) and I managed to make it out of WinCo without forgetting any dinner ingredients.

In other news I really really really really really really really really really really really really miss my bangs.  Technically I guess I still have bangs because they only reach my chin and the rest of my hair is now well past my shoulders, but they seem to have stalled at chin length.  And it’s really irritating.  They don’t stay behind my ears, aren’t long enough to pull back into a pony tail and when I use barrettes or a headband to pull them off of my face they feather out at the sides making it look like my skull has baby birdie wings.  Oh and I have a five finger forehead–which is why I’ve had bangs for most of my life.  I started growing them out because, after cutting them myself for a couple of years, they started kind of far back on my head.  But now that I’m looking at pictures of other peoples’ bangs I’m noticing that where mine started was about the norm and it is getting really hard to not answer the call of the hair cutting scissors in the bathroom drawer. Also my hair has turned that weird brown-blonde hybrid color that happens to blonde hair when the owner gets older and spends most of her time inside.

And? I just learned that there is a Paul Mitchell School downtown. This is dangerous knowledge my friends. Dangerous. Knowledge.

Today I am forcing the roommate to leave the house and run errands with me.  I didn’t give him a choice about it, I just sort of accosted him as soon as he left the back bedroom (he was probably figuring he would just get up to use the bathroom and then go back to sleep, little did he know…) and told him “we’re running errands today and we are leaving in thirty minutes when my last load of laundry finishes, so take a shower and get ready.”

I figure I’ll pick up employment applications at both places we go (Target and WinCo) for him in a not so subtle (because so far today I am the picture of tact) “goddamn it, get a job!” gesture.

This afternoon could go well or it could be a complete disaster.  Wish me luck!

As I sit here typing this blog post Will is in the kitchen making dinner.  On purpose.  Voluntarily.  My arms, they are bruised from the pinching.

When he got home from school and found out that we were going to have the apartment to ourselves for a while (certain someone is over at a friend’s house doing laundry) he looked at me, eyes wide and excited, and said “Bed Bath and Beyond!”

Lest you think that is some kind of weird Will and Erin code for “drop those pants” Will was honestly getting excited over a trip to Bed Bath and Beyond.  For the last few days we have both just been craving hamburgers (the fact that our cravings are starting to happen in tandem is just a wee bit alarming) and Will? makes the. best. burgers. Yum. Apparently he’s been dying to buy one of those hamburger patty presses and decided that only Bed Bath and Beyond had them.  So off we went!  Not quite as “va va voom” as you hoped, eh?

One hambuger patty press, one french fry cutter outter, one vegetable slicer, one mortar and pestle later we ran screaming from the BB&B sales guy who kept showing us really neat and expensive kitchen gadgets that we didn’t know existed but had to have after seeing them.  (For the record we’d been thinking about buying each thing we ended up buying for a long time but this sales guy? He really was Bobo The Persuasive Fraggle).  From there we went to WinCo for the burgers, fries and salad fixings and now we are home.  The first season of Scrubs is in the DVD player, Will is in the kitchen cooking (giggling “newwwwwwwwww tooooooooooooooyyyyyyyyyyyyys!” every once in a while) and I am sitting on my arse and blogging from the couch.  That contented sigh you just heard? It was totally from me.

So my blog hasn’t been super posty for a while.  The main reason is that I wanted to give my post about Dr. Davaran some time at the top of the page.  My traffic has shot way up because of that post and while I always like getting more traffic, it makes me happy because I think it says something about just how great he was.

Also, to be honest, I haven’t been posting because most of what I would write about would be a certain [insert favorite curse word here] roommate and his [insert another favorite curse word here] moods.  Dude lays on his butt all day watching movies that he streams over the internet (slowing down the connection making it hard for me to work) and then complains about how hard it is to find a decent job.  Will and I have both been sending him links to job postings on Monster, Craigslist, Carrerbuilder, OregonLive–you name it and all of the listings are either too hard, too far away, too boring sounding or don’t pay enough (he won’t go to work for less than $13 or $14 an hour).

Somebody please adopt this mofo.

I’ve started journaling–something that I haven’t done very much of since I started my blog.  I know I can vent on the internet but a) it will get boring after a while, if it isn’t already and b) I firmly believe that I shouldn’t blog about anything that I wouldn’t feel totally comfortable saying to someone else’s face.  For example, if [curse word curse word] roommate were to come out here right now and say “did you call me a mofo on your blog?” I’d respond with “yeah, did you miss the part where I called you lazy too?”  But with the journal I can bitch and moan and whine about just about everything and not have to worry about boring people or incurring the wrath of aforementioned mofo.  Will tells me that I can vent to him all I want and need but…he loves me and he’s a fixer and I’d rather save up my “you will never guess what he did” for a time when the sentence isn’t finished with “he spent all day lying around AGAIN!”  It is quite a relief to have a place of my own to do just that.  And it is saving us money too because my Tums consumption has gone down considerably in the few days since I started journaling again.

But don’t worry, I won’t neglect you oh faithful bloggy friends.

And I will leave you with some happy news.  With any luck and barring a meteor shower or other disaster, we might have found our wedding venue!  I don’t want to put a link to it up yet because we haven’t signed any contracts or paid any deposits yet, but once we do that I’ll be sharing a lot!