Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Argh... Yawn

This week has been rough! I'm guessing it has been for a lot of you out there, because the internets seem to be pretty quiet lately.

This week Rob has had to work a lot of mornings. These can be tough for us because it means if we're going to eat together we have to eat as soon as I get home, so he can go to bed super early. Then I spend the rest of the night tiptoeing around because I feel so bad for him having to get up at 3 or 4. To heighten the intensity of this weird schedule we also had horrifying thunder and lightning last night. I thought I was going to die at least 2xs, one of which was when I think I saw sparks coming out of our air conditioner, the other of which was at 2:30 am. AND (though not a hardship) the Cubs-Brewer series is ongoing, which gets both of us pretty excitable and thus makes it harder to fall asleep. Jeez, it's tough when you're winning all the time. Sorry Brewer fans. Oh, wait I don't know any Brewer fans.

So last night, I get home at 6:12 pm with a plan to a) order pizza (haven't had time to go grocery shopping and been out of food for the past week) and b) do yoga (cause I'm a good girl and my back hurts). So I have the phone in hand to call in the pizza order and am pulling out the yoga mat when I notice a message on the machine. From my landlord. That he is showing our apartment at 6:30 pm. We spend the next 10 minutes scrambling to pick up (we are a little messy!) while I him-and-haw over dinner. If we have to leave the apartment, we can't order pizza until later and by then Rob will have to go to sleep, and we can't cook because we don't have food, and we can't go grocery shopping because we can't bring groceries in while people are seeing our apartment.

That's when I said F*@! it, we're going to Spacca Napoli. Best damn pizza ever. Their special last night? Bianco nero: white pizza with Buffala Mozzerella, Porcini Mushrooms, White Truffle Oil and Black Truffle infused Fior di Latte Mozzarella. Tell me where else you can find that. Tell me.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Brideshead Revisited

I just finished reading Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh. I've always wanted to read it, primarily because my mom has mentioned several times how much my father liked it. I don't know when or why, but somewhere along the line I must have swiped my father's copy from our house in Buffalo. Since then it's sat on our "Orange" shelf in the dining room, just waiting to be read. At one point I picked it up and read the opening pages which failed to capivate me.

Well, I finished the 4th book of my Caesar addiction and surprise, surprise the 5th installment seems like the Holy Grail of literature, out of stock every where and completely unfindable. While I wait for it to arrive on my lovely amazon wishlist, I figured now was as good a time as ever to read Brideshead Revisited. Particularly timely since the movie is opening soon.

I've now discovered the pleasure of reading someone else's book -- one that smells of old age and as with all of my father's books comes littered with surprises. Pressed within this book were two items which made me laugh. The first was a newspaper cutout from a January 1982 edition of the Buffalo News, reviewing the PBS miniseries starring Laurence Olivier and Jeremy Irons. The second was a receipt dating from March 1982, showing a purchase price of $2.69. Clearly my dad read the article and was moved to start reading. As was I. This past weekend, the New York Times ran an article on the new movie. Yes, it's now joined my father's article pressed between the somewhat fragilely bound pages.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Friday, July 18, 2008


Our New Home?

I booked our movers today. Check. Only 10,000 things more to do on my list, which may be provided by Buttoned Up. By the way, I'm fascinated by their blog and it now finds a place in my favorite places to visit.

We decided to go with movers after discovering (a) it's not that much more expensive than doing it ourselves and (b) taking a stroll down memory lane to the last time we moved. Oh, that was not a good moment for us. That move took us a week and a half. And we only moved 1 block away. Of course, I made Rob do all the moving because I did all the packing. But still is that really an excuse for not moving in a double bed and box spring in less than one day, right?

At any rate, my moving company asked me where we would be dropping off our estimated 4000 pounds of items and I sadly had to say, "Can I get back to you on that?" Thankfully this is apparently not a problem. I was advised that I can wait until the day of pick-up before I have to tell the driver where to take our stuff. Ah, good times.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008


Some of you may recall that I have a great fear of dentists. I'm all growns up now (not really, but I like to make-believe) so I go to the dentist every six months now. It's official -- I had my first cavity EVER. And you know what? Getting a cavity filled does not hurt at all. I was shocked. Years of being scared for nothing.

By the way, I'm a little blogged out right now because I've been working on some blogs for work. They're not posted yet so no need to hurry over and look (I'll put a link when I can). Needless to say work blogs involve thought, proper grammar and even research (blah!) Oh, and I stayed up until 1 am watching the stupid All-Star game. I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Night!

Sunday, July 13, 2008


This afternoon, I was sitting at home watching a ballgame. The windows were open for the most glorious summer breeze (warm, but cooling, ah...) and I smelled someone cooking hot dogs on the grill. Delish. Is there anything more summery than that?

We're showing our apartment this weekend -- well, not "we" but our landlord. So we've cleaned it all up, and spend most of this weekend feeling like we might have to evacuate at any given moment. Meanwhile, there's no stress whatsoever in knowing that we don't actually have a new apartment to move into. We did have an almost option, but we passed because it was too small (I do need space for a home office, remember!) We won't be able to go back to Buffalo before the move, so at this point, short of some sort of miraculous happening, we're moving to the cottage (and storage) at least for the first month.

Not such a bad thing to look forward to, huh?