Maybe I was serious when I said I might start writing all blog entries in Facebook status format. Frankly, I am too exhausted at the moment to muster much more than that, and if you have been following my Facebook status updates, you might know why. As I typed in that little "What are you doing right now?" box yesterday, I am TIRED of being Rosie the Riveter, all "I can do it!" I much prefer the Homer Simpson philosophy at this point. My slogan is "Can't someone else do it?" Home ownership has its benefits, my friends. At the moment, I just can't remember what they are.
That said, I have had a satisfyingly productive weekend. My lawn is mowed, the jungle of knee-high Dr. Suessian weeds eradicated; my garage door cable is fixed; my house is clean(ish); my laundry is done (almost); and most importantly, (if I could get a drum roll, please?), my garage is finally fully repainted. Really. I don't know what I'm going to do with my weekends now, with that project no longer lurking in my consciousness like a cloud of residual Catholic guilt. Actually, that's not true at all. I know exactly what I will do. I will lounge with fewer reservations, perhaps take a bike ride or two before the snow flies. And in a few weeks I will be procrastinating on some other odious chore or project, the recently scraped-down and painted garage a suppressed memory.
And let's see... What else have I been up to recently, instead of typing idly on the Internet? Well, I officially closed my match with "Bob," the pierced and heavily tattooed man in the scary t-shirt. (Sorry to everyone who was hoping I would go out with him just for your amusement.) Much like meMarmony, the site I'm on currently provides a drop-down list of reasons when you choose to "archive" a match. But also like meMarmony, sometimes the list of stock standard reasons simply aren't all-inclusive enough. "Because I would be afraid to be alone with this man" was not a provided reason; hence, I had to settle for the decidedly more vague "Not a good fit" explanation instead. Toe-may-toe, toe-mah-toe, as they say.
What else? Well, I went out with Mr. Arty-Looking IT Guy (the man whose profile prompted me to pony up for membership at this latest venue in the first place). It was a positive enough date to warrant a second one for more research, but that's all I want to say at this point. Also, dude needs a better Internet alias. If he happens to stick around, I'll work on that.
Hmmm. Also, I finally saw the Little House on the Prairie musical at the Guthrie, I received a semi-hefty property tax refund I forgot I had coming, and I did an absurd little happy dance in my car as I crossed the new 35W bridge for the first (and second) time. My house to Midtown in less than 15 minutes, instead of the 30+ it has taken for the past year! I tell you, it's the little things (particularly when those little things are sort of big things) that matter. Man, I have missed that bridge.
I'm sure lots of other things have kept me busy lately, but at the moment, my brain is too addled to think of them. Also, the third of those ridiculous teen vampire books is waiting for me, patiently neglected on my bedside table for the past week or more. I think I'll spend a little time with Bella and Edward and his purportedly velvet voice and then call it a night. I'll catch up with you soon, my friends.