The Weekly Roundup:
5/25/02 - 5/31/02

High Maintainence: Court arrives in Saudi, where she does three things. What they are, we don't know. (Do we WIN anything from this contest, babe?) Apparently, Saudi Arabia is more condusive to Donna Reed-itiude than the U.S., except with camels. I discover I am no longer the best friend ever.

This week's highlight is Court's ruminations on her excessive punctuation, challenged grammar, and the rightness (or wrongness) of the phrase "right as rain."

Beyond that, there is shopping. And oh, yeah, did I mention that Court did three things?

Stupid O'Clock: Steve kicks off Memorial Day weekend on the Jersey shore (cuz he's from there- duh) with a beanie Mexican from a crane machine, signifying that Jesus has indeed forgiven him. Summer means bars, and bars mean music, and bars and music mean there's this guy whose ass Steve wants to kick, but in true Courtney fashion the whole story is withheld. On the other hand, we had a record three blogs in one week. Whoo Steve!

Do You Mind?: Justine likes "Sex in the City". She also likes quizzes and good sentences.

ClusterFuck: Alicia has a strange dream in which HBO results from digging in damp basements, but it might have made more sense if she didn't have her panties in a wad, and her panties might not have been in a wad had her skirt fit right. She recommends that people read (I agree). I Want Something But I Can't Really Be Bothered To Do Anything About It, Cause I Don't Want It That Much is not a very nice nail polish. Gir from Invader Zim briefly possesses Alicia long enough to sing the Doom Song, but Alicia returns in time to snark a guess at the Court Contest.

This week's highlight is where we find out what Half.com is like. Heh.

Alicia discovers that Mississippi must not the only armpit of the world, because people sure do look at you funny when you tell them you are going to New Jersey. Despite the not-so-exotic destination, the prospect of vacation incites a lust for pretty clothes, which she may or may not get because she hates her job.

Chasm: Jen takes an online class, and discovers that she is very anal, which is not as strange as being oral. Despite all-consuming bookstore rage, she moves things around a bit and adds links. Including one to me. Yay!
  ¶ 5/31/2002 04:34:00 PM

  Friday morning. Coffee. A list a mile high of things that need to be done before the end of today, and absolutely no inclination to do them. A paycheck that was substantially less than I was hoping it would be, seeing as how I had the equivilent of about 107 on there after overtime. And yet... there is massive Friday joy.

Or there was, until about 30 minutes ago (when I was rudely interrupted from my blogging!) and I just got another coupla miles piled onto the mountain of crap that people want done today. Hello? Can only do 3 or 4 things at once, you know.   ¶ 5/31/2002 10:47:00 AM

  Do you know what's even better than realizing that it's Thursday afternoon when you thought it was Tuesday or Wednesday? Simultaneously realizing that you've got like $45 in your account when you thought you only had about $15. Damn if life ain't good.   ¶ 5/30/2002 04:42:00 PM

  I think that Mondays really ought to be done away with. I keep having this nagging feeling that the weekend is so very far away, and then suddenly I realize that today is Thursday. And not only that, but tomorrow is payday, too. Wow. It's so much more uplifting when you are pleasantly surprised by what day it is rather than counting down the seconds until its tomorrow.

Besides, what do we need Mondays for, anyway? They're practically useless. The only thing Monday had going for itself was "Angel," which is airing on Sundays next season. So there you go. No more Monday. What do ya say?   ¶ 5/30/2002 02:41:00 PM

  I updated the Reviews. Check it out.   ¶ 5/30/2002 11:48:00 AM

  I had a really weird dream last night about my old apartment and going to the gynocologist, who was Puck's vet. I was trying to help the two girls who worked at the gyno (who I believe were regulars at the coffee shop I used to work at) hide out, hence the old apartment. In real life, our neighbor is moving across the hall into our old place. He was in the dream, too, and he'd already moved in most of his stuff. However, while we were trying to hide out, I kept finding my stuff, like bedroom slippers and pajama bottoms and whatnot. For some reason this was disturbing enough that we decided to hide out at Court's place since she's out of town, which turned out to be my grandparents' house.

That's about all I remember.

Houses in my dreams are always my grandparents' house, no matter whose house it is in the dream. I've known other people to claim the same phenonmenon. I've always wondered why this is. Is it that we associate houses/home with someplace that we felt safe? Or is it some bizarre Jungian Into-the-woods motif thing that really we hate our grandparents house? Someone (who is not me) should look into this sometime.   ¶ 5/29/2002 09:54:00 AM

  I promised I would talk about pie, so this is me... talking about pie.

I made the best pie ever this weekend. Raspberries, blueberries, and apples. And I'm talking from scratch crust here. I usually flub up pie crust. Its not that it turns out bad, it's just not great. For some reason I managed to grab pie-crust-making by the balls this time, and it turned out perfect. It's a fat pie, too, with a thick lattice crust (very pretty!). It seriously looked like something out of Southern Living or even a Martha Stewart thing (eeew, but still). I have massive pride over the pie. Plus, it tasted good. Very tart, not too sweet, and amazingly enough, not too runny either. I kinda took a picture of it to show Court when she gets back, since technically she was the one who was supposed to make the yummy pie, and I promised that I would make it with her in mind. So that way she gets to share in the Pie Glory.

Speaking of cooking and Southern Living, at Kroger they had a submission form for a Southern Living recipe contest. I'm totally gonna submit something. It's weird, though, because you have to submit a recipe that uses products from the contest's sponsers, so you can't just submit any ol' thing. For example, the appleberry pie would not go. I think I'm going to submit my Black Bean's and Rice under the "Simple but Scrumptious" category, because its the only thing I can think of that uses any of the products.

Mmmmm. Cooking.   ¶ 5/28/2002 05:00:00 PM

  So this weekend we finished moving. Spent Friday night clearing out closets and getting the rest of our crap moved. Threw a bunch of crap away, too (and we could hardly get it out to the curb before someone picked it up- I even saw one guy loading two of our trash bags into his car). Mad props to Dave (of the conservative variety) for helping out and the use of the truck.

We spent all day Saturday cleaning the place, include sanding some places where the floor was peeling and spackling the grooves in the doors where Puck, as a puppy, tried to claw his way out of the kitchen. Damn if we didn't do a good job, too. (And a shout-out to Alicia for her contribution to this, too).

I know I was busy most of Sunday, but damn me if I can remember what I actually did. I know I painted a bookshelf, because it's not black anymore. I also know that I made a pie (more on pie later...). If it looked like there was more of a dent in the unpacking, I'd have something to go on, but there doesn't, and now I can't remember.

Yesterday was Utterly Lazy day, as I'd been too busy for too long, and decided not to do a damn thing. Which was good.   ¶ 5/28/2002 10:20:00 AM