Hello there, Internet. Are you ready for some randomosity? No? Well, tough.
– Things that are going on this week: My husband takes a day-long board review exam. My in-laws arrive for a week. We close on our house. (!!!!!)
– I went for a three-mile walk yesterday (in shorts and a t-shirt – it was 78 degrees! It’s October!) and my virtue was rewarded with huge, weeping blisters on both of my heels. That’s because I forgot to take Blister Precautions. The only way I’ve found to prevent blisters – and I’ve tried everything, from different socks to different shoes to pre-emptive blister pads to moleskin to bandaids – is to slather my feet in copious amounts of deodorant/antiperspirant. It’s gross, Internet. Firstly, because I’m slathering Secret all over my feet. Secondly, because it proves that my blisters are the result of overly sweaty feet. There are some things you just don’t want to know about yourself.
– There’s absolutely no reason I need to tell you this. But I want to be honest with you, Internet. So I am going to be straight up. I have STILL not packed a single thing. You all had such great advice the other day. But I think I have been lulled into a false sense of non-urgency regarding the packing, considering that we technically have the apartment through December. You know, if we feel cool with paying rent AND a mortgage.
– I KNOW. “Stop with the justifications and procrastination and PACK for the love of all that is holy!”
– Allow me to distract you from your admittedly justifiable eye rolling with these:
My husband and I made these for my friend’s birthday. I was supposed to see her at book club. But she didn’t show up. So I had to donate her cupcakes to my husband’s medical team.
Look! A peanut butter surprise in the center!
Perhaps one of these days I will get it together enough to post the entire recipe post. In the meantime, you can find the ACTUAL recipe here.
– I find it adorable that my husband now has a reputation as The Baking Doctor. I am not particularly pleased, however, that female nurses and residents now bat their eyes at him and ask him to bake them things.
– So far, I haven’t been super impressed with the fall lineup. I feel mildly okay about three shoes – Free Agents, Up All Night, and The New Girl. (My husband informs me – and Wikipedia confirms – that Free Agents has already been cancelled.) But I only really like one new show: Prime Suspect. I am a sucker for a truly amazing female detective. (See: The Closer) Jane Timoney (played by Maria Bello) is the anti-Brenda Lee Johnson. Well, except that she is also a badass. She’s just a poorly-dressed, uncouth, foul-tempered badass. But Maria Bello is a hell of an actress, and her castmates are all excellent actors as well. Plus, the plot lines are fresh (well, as fresh as realistic cop show plots can be) and the cinematography is raw in a very pleasing, on-the-scene way. I hope the show does not get cancelled.
– Speaking of TV, I really enjoy watching The Rachel Zoe Project or whatever that show is called. It makes me feel… amused, I guess to see so much frenzy over fashion. Yes, I get that fashion is a super successful industry and, yes, I know that Rachel Zoe is providing a service and hence needs to do it well, and, yes, I understand how critical it is to have The Right Outfit (and I don’t even appear on TV shows or the Academy Awards), but can we all agree that there are more important things in life than making sure an actress has the perfect bazillion-dollar gown? And yet, Rachel Zoe and the gang get So Riled Up about EVERYTHING. Hmm. This sounds like I am belittling the Rachel Zoe work ethic. Which I really am not. I guess what I’m saying is, sometimes it’s nice to be reminded that we can all get caught up in the stresses of our jobs and lives (hello, ME INCLUDED, see every post I’ve ever written), but that we really don’t have to take ourselves all THAT seriously.
I don’t honestly know how or why I get this from The Rachel Zoe Project (or even whether I am making any sort of sense whatsoever), and yet, I do. Take it where you can get it, Internet.
– When I was walking the other day, I saw a woman pushing a stroller in which slept a little baby. She was also walking a Pomeranian or some other breed of small dog on a leash and carrying another Pomeranian or other such breed of small dog. Baby in the stroller. Small dog walking. Small dog in the crook of her arm.
It was weird, is what I’m saying.
– Someone in our household (or two someones, if I’m being 100% honest) bought some Halloween candy. A bag of “fun size” Snickers. A bag of pink and purple Nerds. And a bag of “fun size” Kit-Kats, Rolos, Almond Joys, and Skor bars. Of those things, I only dislike Almond Joys.
Since my husband just turned 31, we also have cake. Of both the chocolate and ice cream variety.
– I saw a woman in a nursey uniform pushing an older woman in a wheelchair. The nurse smiled and said hello to me as I passed. Instead of thinking, “What a friendly woman doing God’s work!” I wondered if she was a sociopath. There was no REASON for me to wonder that. I just have sociopaths on the brain.
– You know the one thing that is possibly worse than sociopaths? This:
That is a GIANT SPIDER. My sweet, kind, loves-all-living-things husband refused to kill it. He trapped it in a Tupperware and the spider kindly crawled into the container, allowing him to tip it up and put a lid on it. Then he took the spider outside. Where he killed it. At least, that’s the ending I prefer.
– Can we talk more about TV? I am so irritated with Parenthood right now. First of all, the parenting on that show sucks about 85% of the time. Lorelai Gilmore (not her real name) (nor the name of her character) SUCKS as a mom. Seriously! Stop making out with your kids’ teacher on school grounds! But when one parent – Dax Shepard of all people! – actually does what seems to me like some decent parenting (telling his kid that another child has trouble making friends and that sometimes you do for family because THEY ARE FAMILY and sometimes you do things you don’t want to do just because you are a good person who cares about others), everyone else jumps down his throat! How are “don’t tell one kid about the other child’s Asperger’s!” and “my kid should be able to do whatever he wants to do!” good parenting? And WHAT IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE’S HAIR? Everyone on this show has terrible hair this season. TERRIBLE.
– Related: OMG WHAT IS WRONG WITH ALICIA FLORRICK’S HAIR?
– Perhaps I am so overly concerned by the head suits of TV characters because I’ve become disillusioned with my own hair. It’s the same as it’s always been: brown, straight if I straighten it, half wavy/half straight if I don’t, frizzy constantly. But even though it’s technically the same, it just seems lamer than usual. I have fantasies about cutting it short – nothing TOO drastic… say, shoulder length. But even that would be losing a good six inches. Six inches that will take DECADES, millennia even to regrow. But it’s lank and my forehead is huge and I think my current style emphasizes my facial rotundity, so I’m hankering for a change.
The big problem is that I’m TERRIFIED of doing anything drastic. I went from blond to brunette about three years ago, and that was the biggest change EVER and it nearly sent me to the loony bin.
Why? It is JUST HAIR.
So. Do you, Internet, in all your wisdom, know of any ways you can drastically change up the look of your hair (style wise, not color wise) without inducing a panic attack in someone with Severe Hair Change Fear?
That’s all I’ve got for ya, Internet. Do share some of your own randomosity with me, would you?