Fall Cleaning

apparently when it's stormy and fall-ish out, i get an urge to clean and cook. i made dinner tonight (spaghetti with from-scratch meatballs) for me and my friend jen, then vaccuumed the kitchen and my room, did the dishes (twice), and baked a cake. from scratch. oh, and i wiped down my bathroom sink. and windexed my floor-length mirror. forget spring cleaning...it happens in the fall, apparently.

No Real Reason

for once i have no lameass excuse for not posting yesterday. i went out to dinner with my mom and sister and her husband and kids, and got home lateish only to watch tv and cruise my websites. it just totally slipped my mind that i have a duty of some tenuous kind to about 3 people to post here every day. my bad.

yesterday and today have been those perfect late summer/early fall days where the weather is just ideal, all warm goldenness and comfortable temperatures, there's a nice cool breeze, and i can drive around with my music cranked and windows down without having sweat running down my back. it doesn't hurt either that i have this amazing guy in my life that makes me smile all the time, or that i'm within about five pounds of my ideal weight, or that i have an awesome apartment to chill in all the time. i'm waiting for the other shoe to fall, which shows what kind of an optimist i am. it's just too much goodness right now, so much it's scary.

I <3 Pizza Rolls, So Sue Me

it is, i've found, the toughest thing to work all day, come home, and cook for myself. it sounds pretty simple when i put it like that, like hello katie people do that every single day all over the world, but for some reason i find it to be this often insurmountable challenge. usually i say F this and end up at chipotle's, or mcdonald's, or drowning my laziness in my java chip. or even more often, dependent upon supplies, i usually end up waiting all of 15 minutes for my $0.79 pizza to heat up, or a frozen egg roll, or etc.

but tonight: i cooked. nothing insane, and i got the kind of bacon that's already cooked you just have to heat it in the microwave (YES THIS IS AWESOME, there is nothing i hate more than dodging bacon grease), but i had wheat pasta with crumbled bacon, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and a ton load of parmesan cheese. highly recommended for you carb addicts out there. and not super challenging. just don't look in my freezer at the newly bought stack of frozen pizzas and pizza rolls and chicken patties...or if you do just pretend i'll make something exotic with them.

Strategery

how to win a game of cutthroat pool, when it is down to your ball and your opponent's ball (and who cares if he's six feet of cuteness, you still need to win):

1. aim for your own ball. yes, on purpose.
2. miss. "accidentally."
3. watch your opponent aim at his own ball.
4. let him get it in the pocket before telling him he just hit his own ball in.
5. lord your victory over him.

it's a surefire way to win, and then get a glare that is half anger half hard-won respect for f-ing them over, and then get a smile that might make you momentarily feel bad for winning - but you hold strong because you totally won.

then give him a i'msorrybutnotallthatsorry hug, and continue holding your victory over him.

Left My Heart

i know the song is about san francisco, but though i've been there this year, my heart has been left in memphis, tn. it could have been the company, (ok it was mostly the awesomely baby blue-eyed company...) but i loved memphis. if i didn't have such a grown-up life with obligations, i would be moving there pretty much....tomorrow. as it stands, though, i'll definitely be going back. the city has great vibes, i loved everyone i met, and it has decent food. the barbecue not so much, but the other food was good. to tell the truth though, i mostly just miss this guy:
i'll be seeing you again, memphis.

Totally Not My Fault

i was held hostage at a hookah bar last night. then pete wouldn't let me use my computer. but now he gave it back to me, so here i am...

today we went to the mid south fair here in memphis, and to sum it up in some brief images: a woman's head on a fake spider body, carnies yelling at pete to win me something or they would, the smell of frying anything and everything, a camel biting pete on the chest, smile jesus loves you, and aviator sunglasses.

back to more regular posting soon, after i unfortunately wrap up my visit here.

Mystery Revealed

so my big mystery does not involve crunk paint jobs or firebirds, it involved me driving 8 hours to visit the reverend, who i have known and talked to for the past 7 years but not actually seen, in memphis, tn. last night i was too busy packing and being overly excited and unable to sleep over the whole trip, so no post. but here i am again, from a new city!

i actually left at 3 am this morning for my drive, and consequently barely remember the leg from kansas city to st. louis. i better remember the st. louis to memphis leg, notable for a rock hitting my windshield and cracking it, and me getting tired enough to pull over to close my eyes. i guess driving on two hours of sleep isn't the smartest plan out there.

the rev. and i have had an awesome day since i've gotten here, and i've already seen a ton of memphis, including their art museum, beale street, and starbucks. the essentials. we got to catch a free concert downtown, which was possibly the most perfect thing to relax after driving for so long.

stay tuned for more i'm-in-another-city posts...