Hump Day

While the cat's away...
My husband is gone again this week. He'll be flying home around 5:30 Friday. I am resisting the urge to repaint my upstairs bathroom. We painted it before we moved in, and although I don't dislike the color, I don't really love it. I know, we've been here less than a year and I'm already wanting to re-paint. Considering my husband just got done cleaning my brush from my last painting job, I don't want to press my luck. Generally, I do clean my own mess up, but this time I threw the brush (in a ziplock bag) in the laundry room sink and forgot about it. Unfortunately, when my husband went to clean out the beer fridge in the garage, all my crap was still in the laundry room sink. That's another lesson about living here - the garage got so cold, the cans in the fridge froze and exploded. Good times...

Your dreams miss you...
Every time I see the Rozerem commercial with Abe Lincoln, the Beaver, and the Guy Who Can't Sleep, I sit and wonder who is the guy that can't sleep? The guy in the grey shirt. (Unfortunately, this is the best picture I could pilfer from the web.) I am almost sure he is a child star. Today, as I was flipping through the channels, I ran across Mr. Mom. Could it be? The guy that can't sleep is Alex Butler? Better known as Chip on "Kate and Allie"?

Maybe I'm just slow and everyone else has figured it out already. Why do I even care except that I'm one of those people who is really good with faces, not so much with names. If I meet someone, and see them again later, I can generally tell you what we talked about, what they were wearing, and where we were, but I can't remember their name.

Most days, I'm lucky I remember my own name.



Drive Thru...
Perhaps another reason I'm not losing weight, is that we've found a Pie Drive Thru. Baker's Square, a mere five minutes away, has not only a full restaurant and oodles of pies, but they also have a drive through. For Pie. Last time we got a "Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup" pie. Genuis, I tell you. They even offer a punch card. For every six pies, you get the seventh free. Have a hankerin' for an Apple Pie on the drive home? Just pull on through...

For Your Netflix Queue...
"Riding Giants"
Caught this on hdnet the other night. It's listed as a "Documentary detailing the origins and history of surf culture." But it's more than that, so much more. It's like one big highlight reel. I could barely tear myself away. Greg Noll is a *bleeping* gem. There's quite a bit of footage from the 1950's and early 60's - and to hear the stories from the guys that lived it... Amazing. It was directed by Stacy Peralta of Dogtown and Z-Boys.

Valentine's Day...
This year I had the opportunity to help two kids put together valentines. I accomplished this by mixing my new favorite drink. Next year, with the Toddler in Preschool, I will be helping three kids. I digress. The point I'm trying to make is that I actually got a few sent out myself. That's the good part. The Oldest, my girl, is a self starter. She wasn't any problem. I had to 'encourage' the Boy to do his. We waited until the Toddler was tucked safely in bed to stave off total anarchy. By the end of the night, with one kid talking in each ear and Spongebob yapping in the other room... I got sidetracked. On one of my valentines... I spelled my own name wrong. The name I've had for thirty-three years. The name I could write when I was three. I spelled it wrong. I about threw the card away, but it was too funny (the card) not to send. Ah well...

And a very special "Happy Hump Day" this Valentine's Day.