short pants romance

Since I have two other goals going this month, I'm going to try a third: Post on here every day. Well, maybe. Let's say, "Post on here every day that I am able to, excluding weekends away, which there will be a few of in April". The first thing I had to do was get rid of that design, because I'm so sick of it and I'm working on a new one, but I can't look at this one for one second longer. It was always supposed to be just a placeholder, hence the "temporarily" in the title. So perhaps if I substitute an incredibly boring design with no personality, it will push me to work on the new one.

I made spaghetti with sausage, peppers and onions last night, and we had boardwalk-style sausage & pepper sandwiches with the leftovers tonight. I'm not usually big into cooking meat, I mainly stick to chicken and the occasional pork chop, but I was feeling spicy last night, so I opted for a treat. Of course, while I was eating it, I was reminded of one of the reasons I don't make it: sausage is actually pretty disgusting. It's one of those things that I enjoy chopped up into tiny bits on a very cheesy pizza, but eating a large piece of it turns my stomach a bit. Maybe it was just the kind that I bought, but I felt like there was a lot of...ahem....unpleasantries....in it. At one point Greg leaned over and spit a piece out, saying, "Jeez...I think there's teeth in there or something." Personally, I enjoy eating the flesh of animals, but I definitely draw the line at cartilage and bone. Eating that sausage was almost enough to turn me vegetarian. It was like the last time we went to McDonald's, and I got a chicken sandwich and bit into something hard, and at that moment I looked at Greg and said, "Let's never do this again." It's giving me the willies just thinking about it. Maybe I need to go out and pick up some tofu.

I'm always torn as to whether or not I should let people know I keep this blog. Well, if it can even be considered "keeping", since I barely ever post anything. A few of my friends know about it, but it's always weird to have actual real life friends read your blog. I mean, if they're reading all my good material on here, what's there left to talk about? Not to mention it can definitely limit the things that you can talk about on here, which sort of defeats the purpose of sending your thoughts out into the anonymous internet. Mainly it's just people that I work with who don't know I have it. Everyone I talk to does seem to enjoy my house blog writing (edited to remove google-able house blog name), so sometimes I think I want to tell them about this site, because maybe it will give me the impetus to write more, if I think people are actually reading this. Actually, my best material is definitely the emails that I write to my friend Casey. Honestly sometimes I read them and think, "Damn, that's some funny shit I'm coming up with." The thing with Casey though is that it's so easy to be funny around her, because she responds so well and is so free with her compliments. She always tells me that I have to take my act on the road, but I feel obliged to tell her that I'm like the singing frog around her - I'm totally hilarious, but as soon as she takes me out in public, she opens the box and all I can do is sit there silently in my little top hat and cane, letting out the occasional "ribbit".

One last thing that I wasn't really going to mention but it's on my mind right now. My sister-in-law is currently in labor with my future nephew! I'm totally excited, but a tad on the nervous side because they induced her a week early due to the baby being a little smaller than he's supposed to be. I'm not quite sure what to think about that, but it's definitely something that we're all a little nervous about. I talked to her last night and she seemed in good spirits, but she said she thought that as soon as she tried to lay down and sleep she'd start to freak out. We talked about how strange it must be, to know that in the morning you'll drive to the hospital and then go into labor and have a baby. It's nothing like just going about your business when your water breaks and you say, "Oh, ok, time to go to the hospital." To know exactly when it's going to happen, and for that time to be getting closer and closer, must be so weird. Plus, to know exactly when it's going to happen and to also have a twinge of apprehension about possible health problems with the baby must really put you over the edge. So anyway I've been praying for them (yes, I pray, youwannafightaboutit?) and hopefully I'll wake up in the morning to an email with pictures of a slightly smushed but otherwise normal baby boy!

Although I'm into music, I have this thing where I can't know too much about any of the bands that I like. I'm always afraid I'm going to find out that the lead singer is a dick, or that my favorite song actually has a totally different meaning than I think it does. Here's a perfect example of what I'm talking about.

Somehow this interview with Miles from Beulah popped up in my Google Reader, and I accidentally read it. As I don't really know how to work that thing, I'm not sure why I'm getting updates for sites that I'm not subscribed to, but that's besides the point. Apparently since Beulah broke up, Miles has been pretty sick with shoulder issues and some sort of intestinal disease. Despite being the frontman of one of my favorite bands, he actually seems quite boring. He doesn't have an actual job, but he also doesn't really write music anymore except for a commercial here and there, and a solo album he's putting out. He doesn't listen to music, except for whatever is in his girlfriend's cd player, and she apparently has atrocious taste because he mentioned that he's been listening to Beyonce, Justin Timberlake and Kanye West. He does mention Okkervill River and Iron and Wine, but personally I'm not too crazy about either of those bands. How can you have had this fantastic indie band and have no interest in discovering new music? He also doesn't read anything on the internet. So reading the interview, I kept trying to figure out exactly what it is that he does with his time, what with no job and no music career and no outside interests that I can discern. So now I'm going to have to take some memory erasing pills or something so that I can continue to enjoy their old albums.

I need to start writing about something other than music. Perhaps tomorrow I'll have some news to report...

I have two goals for the next month:

1. No fried foods
2. No gossiping

First off, we're heading to Florida at the end of April, and I need to start getting a handle on my weight so Greg doesn't see me in a bathing suit and divorce me. It wasn't so long ago that I was a svelt young bride, and in the short six months we've been married I've already managed to let myself go. Which reminds me, we missed our six month anniversary. Although that's probably for the best, because we most likely would have gone out to dinner where I would have eaten something fried.

Secondly, I tend to do a lot of complaining about my assistant at work, not because of the job she does, but because her lifestyle is so different from mine and I tend to have a bit of a superiority complex. She finally called me on it, and although it was an unpleasant conversation, it provided the shake up that I needed to make a change. I tend to be very negative, because it's easier to complain than to focus on positives. In the end though, I just wind up creating an acidic situation which isn't good for anyone. So for the next month, I'm going to try very hard not to complain unnecessarily about the people around me. This article provides further proof that this is an epidemic that must stop.