The Daily Sabs

today's play-by-play: wake up, decide to clean bathroom instead of going to gym, pack up all the goodwill items, dust, eat some german bread and tomatoes, do some laundry, pay bills and sort mail, hang paintings and whiteboard, have a solo dance party (can't stop that stupid crystal castles/robert smith song), jerryrig a new slipcover from an old curtain (bye bye 80s chair), sketch some ideas for the yearly holiday card i'll probably never get around to actually making, go to the grocery store, go to a not so good open house in a great location, chop lemongrass for another roast chicken (pictured), eat said chicken, take a bath and (finally) wash my hair, make a really lackluster baked good and eat it anyways, try to call morm, watch some tv (walking dead & dexter), work for a bit and then finally, annoy randall (because no day is complete without it).

somehow i maxed out on vacation, and while the real remedy would be to go on a proper holiday, the immediate remedy is to take a day off. so i took a day off, and am now running the roost on a weekday. i had planned on sleeping until 11, but that was fouled by weird dreams of my teeth being super flexible and falling out/popping back in on command (dream interpreter people, feel free to chime in). now i'm awake and trying to figure out what the peautiful day has in store. outdoor lunch seems like the most obvious option, but i also can't remember the last time i had the house to myself for more than a couple of hours and am sort of enjoying it.

either way, happy weekend!

i got approximately zero minutes of sleep last night, unless you count that teeny bit of just about to fall asleep until something wakes you up time (thanks stupid computer screen for turning on). part of the non-sleep is due to the fact that i napped yesterday and sort of ruined my schedule, but mostly it's that my brain wouldn't shut up. once i put the computer back to sleep, i myself tried to sleep but couldn't. i had a million and one things running through my mind (was the timer going to work, did i answer that email, did i like the end of the hurt locker, are we really thinking about buying a house, how come i don't know how to do word transitions on powerpoint, was i supposed to finish writing all that marketing info, how am i going to play that Q on words with friends) and decided to get up.

i figured, i might as well get some of those things done while i was wide awake, and the next thing i knew it was 4:30. being up that late was beyond stupid, so i crawled back into bed and tried to sleep. that lasted for another 30 minutes, and so i got up to answer non-urgent email. i figured that would surely bore me to sleep, but the next thing i knew, it was 5:45 and i was doing work firedrills. the crisis was averted (sorry for early morning phone calls and emails folks), but now it's 7:30 and far too late (um, early?) to go to bed.

and if you find me under my desk later, just leave me there. thanks.

ps. everytime i mention that i'm up late or early and not getting enough sleep, all my parent friends comment about hey if i had kids, this would be my everyday. i have to say, if you're trying to get me to join your club, you should really work harder on your messaging.

pps. if you haven't already heard, we're giving away an iPad just for blogging three times. so if you haven't already taken OnSugar for a spin, I highly recommend you do.

i woke up this morning with a weird itchy bugbitelike welt on my back. it drove me crazy unti i got to work and forgot about it. at the grocery store after work i noticed i had a weird one on my arm too. then ,while i was in the kitchen i saw some flying bug, or a piece of lint, i couldn't tell which it was.

everyone else is worrying about swine flu, but i'm positive i'm going to catch west nile.

Growing up, my family always decorated for Christmas the weekend
following thanksgiving. I haven't always kept up the tradition, but
this year it felt right. Although I'm not really sure why, it was 75
degrees here in San Francisco, not exactly holiday weather.

After a full morning of errands (and a giant carnitas torta), Randall
and I set foot in the warm sunshine and picked out a Christmas tree. I
must admit that it felt a bit disconnected to do so. We ended up going
for this lil' six feet tall guy. It fits the space well and is a good
size for just the two of us. When we mounted it to the tree stand, we
ended up having to cut off a few of the branches on the bottom.
Instead of tossing them out, I went all martha Stewart and turned the
branches into a wreath. I'd never made a wreath before so it's a bit
wild in parts. It's fun though and I'm happy with how it turned out.

This evening lamers treated us to a trip to Alcatraz. Her boyfriend
Jim is visiting sf for the first time and so we're helping him do
touristy things.

I had actually never been to Alcatraz before and thought it was pretty
cool. The self led audio tour is great and the views of the city are
amazing.

To make it extra special lamers booked us on the night tour. It's a
little spookier at night andthere are special perks like being able to
see the hospital wing.

And while the riots and escape attempts are intriguing, I was mostly
fascinated by the fact that the prison guard families used to live on
the island too. Could you imagine being a kid living on a prison
island? Why hasn't someone made this coming of age movie yet?

Ps. I have no idea what this face I'm making is.

the weather cooled down a lot today. in fact we were totally as cool as cats. speaking of which, randall and i went to hang out with milo and minou today. their mom and auntie is out of town and someone needed to give them a daily snorgle and some foods. as soon as we got there they were happy to see us and loveyedup, milo even demanded the head pats, but as soon as we fed them they were over us.

i however needed a picture still. so i rounded them back up, smooshed them together and made them pose. they (if you can't tell) were having none of that. there were a few pictures that came out "better" but this one was just so funny to me.

oh to prove to you that they're cuter than that, here's a picture of that milo being cute. it's almost hard to believe it's the same kitty.

i spent a good chunk of the day cleaning out my closet. it was an ill-advised idea, especially considering it was a million degrees in my bedroom. however, it's something i'd been putting off for months and set aside today to do, so i did it.

hidden amongst all the clothes i no longer wear was this fella. many years ago randall and i didn't live in the same town, and as a joke (we have a rule that if we're going to do valentine's day gifts they have to be jokey ones), he bought me a boyfriend arm pillow to keep me company. and while it looks dumb and is pretty dumb, it's actually a really cosy pillow. however now that randall's here everynight there's no room for the boyfriend. also, i'm a married lady these days and keeping a boyfriend is pretty uncool. so after one last cosy night together, me and the boyfriend are breaking up. i'm kicking him to the curb. literally. goodwill will be picking him up sooner than later.

we all know how i feel about washing my hair. so when i woke up this morning and didn't have time, i decided to twist it up and put a stick in it. granted it's a fancy stick, but it's really nothing but a stick. so imagine my surprise when several people complemented me on it this morning. what is wrong with all of you, it's dirty hair tied back with a stick!

ps. to do this pull your hair to a low ponytail, twist it around, and pull it upwards and tuck it in. shove a stick in it and ta-da! you too can fool everyone.

pps. today anneh and i split a shake at lunch, we asked them to pour into two cups and when they gave them to us, they were each nearly full shakes. bonus!

after work i decided to pop by thrift town. i have a thing for polyester dresses and usually score when i'm there. besides randall was working late and it's a great way to kill time.

thrift town is only a few blocks from the bart station, but somehow during that brief walk, i was hit on five times, including one marriage proposal -- he seemed so sad when i told him i was already taken. i'm not sure why i got so much attention today. i guess the guys in the mission have a thing for polyester dresses, panda eyes, chubs face, and gross dirty bangs.

so ladies, if you need a little ego boost, throw on your polyester, don't wash your hair, and don't get enough sleep. if it works for me, it can work for you too!

ps. i almost scored with a sweet baby yellow dress, but it was just a tiny bit the wrong size, and i'd probably wear it once and then decide it was ill-fitting and sell it... okay, now i'm sort of wishing i'd bought it anyway.