I truly despise folding laundry.
Seriously, just thinking about it makes me angry.
I'm angry right now.
I know that I'm being irrational. Few people enjoy folding clothes. (I'd say "no one" does but the web has shown as that there's every imaginable sort of sicko out there). But in the last six months I've developed some sort of new pathological aversion to creating order from the chaos of jumbled socks, towels, and undies. (Shirts I take out of the dryer while still damp and hang them up. They're the least of my worries.)
I don't mind washing the clothes. That part feels satisfyingly productive. I'm not just watching TV--I'm watching TV and washing clothes.
"Yes, but you can fold clothes while watching TV!" some might say.
Yeah, well "Some" better watch their step, or they're headed for a beat-down.
Baskets of clean laundry sit forlorn in our living room, and our neighbors, should they be inclined to peer through our windows in the wee morning hours, might at times see grown men, nakedly pawing through slowly emptying laundry baskets looking for underwear.
No one said life in the 'burbs is pretty.
Fate is forcing my hand tonight. We have guests arriving Sunday afternoon, and we're leaving Friday afternoon for two days in Wisconsin. This is my just about my last chance--I have two full baskets of laundry gazing balefully at me right now.
There is also a load in the washer, with two more to follow.
I'll be folding laundry like a motherf*cker until 11:00 tonight.
I'm going mad, I tell you.
... least of all Darren, but I feel that really need one of these little critters to join our family.
Yes, I'm having serious chocolate lab cravings.
Hudson has been an only child for nearly five years now, and I think it's time he get a brother or sister and learn to share his daddies' affection.
As much as we love Border Terriers, I don't think would could survive the addition of a second dog just like Hudson to our household. So I'm thinking larger, more sedate dogs.
The upsides of expanding our family:
Naturally, there's no need for a second dog. But then there wasn't a need for the first dog, technically speaking. Again, the LOVE.
So far I've got Darren to the point of helping me think of names for a new puppy. I think that's a good sign.
However, I won't put the hard sell on him. That would be wrong.
You, though, can feel free to pressure him mercilessly.
Work has my brain scraped clean at the moment. Sometimes, after I've spent a whole day cranking out pithy prose for the intranet at work, coming home to do a bit of blogging feels, um, less fun that it should.
So if you'll excuse my sloth, I'm going to just wish you all a happy Memorial Day weekend and--in a complete non-sequitor--tell you that I'm extremely proud of my pal Going 40, who last night delivered a piano recital of enormous poignancy and beauty. (It left me with a strong need to remind myself that I'm pretty good at some stuff, too.)
On the drive home after the recital, I pondered what a cool thing it is to be proud of one's friends.
On that note, a safe and pleasant weekend to you all!
On Sunday, Darren and I took part in the 2009 Minnesota AIDS Walk. The weather was perfect--temperatures in the upper 60s with bright sun and clear skies.
I can't really imagine slogging the whole 10K (6.2 mile) course in rain, because even with the best possible conditions, I was dead tired by the time we crossed the finish line. Blisters, sore ankles, and sunburn--but all in a good cause. I raised $600. Not as much as last year, but still a good chunk of cash. I thought today I would just post a few pictures from the day.
Here's I am with Darren, who's caffeinating as we wait to start the walk. (And yes, we do care, as the T-shirts suggest.)
My company team, nicely posed before the start of the Walk...
We walked the route with our friend Jay and his little dog Chelsea, whom we've babysat several times. Here are the handsome boys and the dainty lass.
It was a real relief to get home and take a nap after the long trek along the river. Now, three days later, my legs are still a bit sore. Worth it, though!
I'm currently making a Booga Bag for the wife of my friend Todd, my tennis-teaching colleague back in the 1980's. (Yes, thanks to Facebook, Todd and I are in touch again. (Kelley, if you're reading this, forgive my comments about your not-then-husband's physical charms. Hey, you of all people know the truth of it.)
Kelley is a talented artist who creates gorgeous hand-made glass beads in her home studio and sells the as stand-alone beads or set into jewelry. She and I are doing a crafters' exchange. I'm eagerly awaiting the delivery of a choker she made me (pictures of that once it arrives), and I'm making her one of my favorite knitted projects, a felted handbag.
Here's where things stand today.
My goal is to finish the knitting in the next few days, then throw it in the wash for three magical felting cycles.
I have to say, I love Noro Kuryeon's colors, but that yarn has so many prickly bits of straw or whatever in it, I swear it was spun in a haystack. Most annoying.
Annoying pricks aside, the Booga is a perfect project to bring to Men's Knit Night, which wraps up its run this evening. (We're basically on an academic calendar.) Good old stockinette in the round--just what the doctor ordered!
Think of Darren and me tromping along in the AIDS Walk this Sunday.
May your weekends kick ass.
Some of you may remember a couple years back when my short essay Cafeteria Zoologist was published online by the good people at Minnesota Public Radio's In the Loop. (I didn't make it onto the radio program, but I was still really excited they liked my piece.) The essay is still on MPR's web site if you want to refresh your memory. Just scroll down a ways until you see my handsome mug.
I've been on In the Loop's mailing list since then, and about two weeks ago I got an email from Jeff Horwich, the host and producer, inviting members of the mailing list to a brainstorming session on how to help the show succeed in its new podcast-only format.
Last Thursday night, full of my usual trepidation about doing... well, anything, I drove down to the MPR offices. I'm really glad I didn't let my nerves keep me away, because I had a great time chatting with about fifteen other fans of the show, as well as with Jeff and his and his associate producer, Sanden Totten. They face a challenging task in moving to an all online format without losing the distinctive character of their radio program, which was largely based on real-time interaction with a live audience.
In addition to asking for our ideas, the guys asked each of us to contribute to a little digital journal of sorts. What you see below is Sanden's clever editing of the random things we said into the webcam.I don't come up with anything particularly witty in the clip, I know. And I look rather... shiny. But there I am in all my bland glory.
I encourage you to check out the In the Loop Facebook page, where you can watch amusing video clips and listen to podcasts of the show. Jeff and Sanden are super talented guys doing great work, and I want to help people find them.
Feeling antsy the other night, and after deciding it was too expensive to make a trip to Las Vegas to see Kylie Minogue, I rather impetuously booked a nice mini-vacation in Minneapolis for the weekend.
A $50 Priceline bid got us a room at the Hyatt Regency, and we have dinner reservations at Masa, a restaurant I've wanted to try for ages. Post-dinner who know what sorts of surreptitious drunken bawdiness we'll get up to. Be sure to read the police blotter Monday...
Sunday morning I've booked for brunch at Spill the Wine, another ostensibly fab spot I've been hoping to check out.
I'm excited for out in-town get-away. No flights, no muss, no fuss.
Hoping your weekends are full of unimagined delights,
Bracing myself for the sight of more horrific before/after photos of my pallid flesh (though why I would receive such pictures more than two years post-op was a mystery), I opened the envelope and found a coupon for 10% off of my "next cosmetic procedure."
Honestly, I wasn't aware that I had another cosmetic surgery in my future. In fact, I've sworn off any further nips, tucks, or lipo-sucks. That last go-round was total hell, and I've got no desire to go through anything even remotely like that miserable eight week recovery.
While a 10% discount may not sound like much, it would have represented a savings of $650 dollars the last time I went under the knife.
It was oddly fitting that coupon for plastic surgery should arrive yesterday. In the morning, just as I was getting ready to leave for work, I heard something clatter on the bathroom floor. It was the hook from the hook-and-eye closure on my favorite pair of work pants. ("Favorite" being defined as "they don't cut into my waist like a tourniquet, just like uncomfortably snug pants.")
So I'll be buying some new trousers this weekend (and taking the injured pair to a tailor). The irony is that it was shopping for pants and the concomitant despair about my waistline that prompted me to have liposuction last time.
This time I'll just buy the damn fat-pants.
Hi dearies. Yes, this post is nothing more than a naked plea for your hard-earned dollars. On May 17, Darren and I will be walking for the second time in the Minnesota AIDS Walk. Didn't we look adorable last year?
I know money is tight in these precarious financial times, but with AIDS cases steadily on the rise, the need for for donations has never been greater.
As last year, we'll be walking with my company's team. If you're so inclined, you can make your donation on my secure web page provided by the Minnesota AIDS Project.
Thank you for your (tax-deductible) generosity!
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