Tag. I'm it.

Colleen tagged me recently and though I've neglected the game so far, I decided to give it a try. Here goes:

Rules:
* Link to the person that tagged you.
* Post the rules on your blog.
* Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
* Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. [I am cheating and changing this to 3 people. More of my friends need to start blogs, clearly.]
* Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

1. I spend much of my time thinking of reasons not to go to work. They're usually not very good reasons. For instance, on Monday evening when I walked into the apartment, the whole place smelled oddly like ear wax and my very first thought was "Something is wrong here. I should skip work tomorrow."

2. I bite/pick at my nails and cuticles relentlessly, even though I know what a terrible habit this is. When I was little, my grandma promised me manicures if I would stop. Now, more than 20 years later, Rob just shakes his head when he sees me with a book in one hand, the fingers of my other hand absently in my mouth. I blame genetics for giving me weak fingernails that are begging to be played with.

3. If I had a cheese characteristic, it would be salty.

4. I hit the snooze button up to 8 times every morning.

5. According to some people, who shall remain nameless, I occasionally pick fights.

6. When I dropped Emma off at the vet for her surgery last week, I cried. Just a little, but it was enough to make me realize that those of us who are not "cat people" can become "certain-cat people."


Chat, Book Cannibal, and Charlie: you've been tagged. You are under no obligation to follow through with this. But just in case, I'm thinking I should stay home from work today to field any questions you may have about the above rules.

I blame the empanadas

I think it's possible I indulged a bit too much at dinner on Saturday night. Or all winter long...either way, when I got into a cab after dinner this weekend, the button popped right off my jeans. My jeans. Jeans buttons are kind of robust. They don't really tend to pop off unless you're asking them to do something they're just not up to.

Rob laughed the whole cab ride home, while I silently cursed the tiny button, promising retaliation.

Reasons to celebrate

Rob and I got some great news this weekend--dear friends are having a baby. This marks something like the 37th couple we know who are pregnant or actively trying to be. And I hesitate to make an obvious statement like "There's something in the water" but...um...is there something in the water? And if there is, I'll just have another glass of wine, because I'm not quite ready to join the crowd here. And also because several of my wine drinking requirements have been met: it is a day of the week and I am awake.

My wish to wait a while before having kids comes despite the fact that my mother ends every one of our conversations with a comment about how anxious she is for me to provide a grandchild. Actually, now that I think about it, it's not that she intends to end our conversations this way. It's just that I always hang up at that point.

But enough about me. Wonderful people are procreating or working on it and that just makes me happy (see how I brought that back around to me?) Please note that when I am babysitting your future kids, I will keep the drinking to a minimum.

Congratulations, love, and luck.

Happy Friday!

The guy leaping through the air is me. The big one who's about to sustain a kick to the kidney...he's a chubby representation of my week.

Later, sucker.

Rob in Springtime

Rob, who will obviously be ecstatic that I’m sharing this, becomes somewhat of a mushball when the weather is nice. Of course, the warm temps, cool breezes, and sudden flower blooms elevate everyone’s mood. Who doesn’t love spring? But Rob…he LOVES spring. He wants to marry it. This weekend we were traveling across town in a cab with the windows open, when he turned to me, wide-eyed, and said “A flower petal just fell into my hand.” And then violins started playing.

This is the same man who, it must be said, has announced—word for word—that “there is nothing better than watching The Sound of Music in the springtime.”

Which is markedly different from other times of the year, when he will do things like pin me to the couch in an effort to see how far up my nose he can get my engagement ring.

McDonald's saucy new uniforms

I know you're supposed to dress for the job you want, not the job you have. And yet, I resist going to the office in my pajamas.

McDonald's, however, has decided there is truth to this dictum.

Harold and Kumar go grocery shopping

You know how having a car makes it a lot easier to shop for groceries? Though it might not facilitate the shopping itself, or the spending of money, it definitely helps you get home with everything you need. So, this is my "car." It has one bum wheel and it's sometimes hard to steer, but I can't imagine lugging the goods down 23rd Street without it.