OK, now I joined twitter so I need a lot of people to be interested in EVERY SINGLE THING I DO every minute of the day. I was about to write what I'ma do, but I'ma tweet it instead.
I want to know if Twitter is for me. It seems like it's for people who don't have the time/attention span to blog? I really don't know enough about it and so my speculation is moo.
I am just back from a trip to Trader Joes with my mom and her friend Diane. When I asked my mom if she was going to TJ any time soon, she said she didn't plan to, but she could. And she could "get my cart" which means she would pay for my stuff. Which is what I wanted, and why I asked if she was going in the first place. So I had my little list, and we went there and then we were looking at the stevia. There was a kind with lactose in it, a kind with rice maltodextrin in it, and a kind that was pure stevia. The last being the most expensive. She said, "get this kind, I'll get it for you..." and I said, "you have to get all this for me, I didn't even bring a wallet!" Which was true, B has the car and my wallet was in it. So she did "get my cart" (it was a small basket). She is a very good mom!
Before TJs, we went to Santa Fe Peppers which is very similar to Chipotle. I got a veggie burrito with brown rice and black beans and corn salsa and some other hot salsa. I cut the whole thing in half and immediately wrapped half for B. Anyone who has had Chipotle knows that freaking burrito the size of your own head is too big to eat. Seriously. The veggie mix they use instead of meat is like grilled onions and peppers and sweet potatoes in a chipotle pepper sauce. It was pretty tasty.
B and I are trying to get more stuff done by not doing everything together. So he went and ran some different errands, but now I want him to come back because I miss him. It's a good thing we enjoy each other's company because we spend pretty much every moment together. But we were finding we could not do the work and chores we need to and still have time for anything else! Doing everything together was halving our time instead of doubling it. Boo.
Now I shall get back to work.
I told B that I would blog in the mornings if he would blog at night. But last night we were watching the BATTLESTAR GALACTICA and he did not blog because we stayed up too late watching that. This morning I woke up with these two questions: name 10 movies in which the principal actors (can be hetero or non) are involved with each other in real life. They have to be 20 different actors, i.e., no madonna + sean penn in Shanghai Surprise as one, and then trying Dick Tracy (madonna + warren beatty). Everyone can be used once.
Q 2. Can you figure out the thickness (diameter) of an entire roll of toilet paper if you know the following data: the diameter of the cardboard roll, the dimensions of one square, and the number of squares. I think no, I think there's some piece of info that's missing, but I will leave it to math geniuses.
I keep avoiding blogging because I think the same thing when I was a little kid trying to keep a diary. I thought that since months or years went by between entries, it was no use to write since I could never catch up what happened in that lost time. But maybe that's a stupid reason not to write.
I'm rusty, though. My wit is dull and my mind can't think of anything interesting. We left Las Vegas. Not like Nic Cage, thank goodness, but more like Sheryl Crow. Wait, I looked at the lyrics for that song, so no, not like her either, but more alive than he was, for sure. I quit my job, B quit his job, I came out to NM to find a place to live, he packed up all our stuff, I went back and helped pack the truck, we drove out here, my family helped us move into a 30 year old trailer complete with the most serious faux wood paneling, and now we live here.
We've been here a month. I am attempting to shake the cobwebs out of my mental cupboard, to flex and strengthen my atrophied ha-ha muscles so I can entertain you one or two persons who like to read what I type. (Full disclosure: I love to read my own stuff. There, I said it, I am disgustingly self-impressed. I think I am the most hilarious person I know. So, maybe I'll start writing for my own well-being, because why am I denying myself the deelight of reading the wise and pithy notes that flow like liquid gold from my fingers through my too-small apple keyboard? Why, indeed.)
Well, that's all I've got for now.
