Saturday morning ramblings
My mornings always start out better when I remember to set the coffee pot the night before. I rarely set the timer part; I just set everything up to go so I can hit the “on” button in my fuzzy morning state. Why not set the timer itself? I have no idea. One of those little Stacy idiosyncricies I guess.
I slept in this morning, meaning I dragged my bum from bed at about 7:45 (decadent!) and the first thing that went through my head was, “oh shoot. I don’t think I set the coffee maker.” Yeah. I never quite thought I had any sort of coffee addiction, but when that’s the first thing that went through my head, there’s gotta be something going on there. I can think of many other, better things that should have been the first thing in my head instead of whether or not I set up the coffee maker!
Last night I just stayed in and, sleepily, watched Dr. Who with my roommie and then hit the hay (haaaaaaay) very early. We were both waiting on a call from our friends Leah and Amy regarding a surprise party at the Drive-In, but that we didn’t get it, just assumed it was nixed because of the weather forecast. I have a feeling it will be rescheduled sometime and I’m looking forward to it when it is.
So although I started this entry at 8am, it is now 1:30pm and I’m sitting in the backyard, rainstorms having passed and it being a beautiful, temperate day. My friend Georgia came by this morning so I could help her to make jello shots for her party this evening. There are a couple of Pyrex dishes full of them solidifying in the fridge right now. I was tickled to hear her gleeful voice this morning when she explained that she tried the recipe for those I’d sent her a few days ago: she thought they had turned out great. She brought a couple for me and P1 to try and, indeed, as a virgin jello shot maker, she surpassed all expectations in quality. Well done, girl! (If you read this…and I don’t think you do?) She did a melon jello with coconut rum — much better than the typical vodka-raspberry/cherry we have chilling. I think we may just have a jello connoisseur on our hands.
Let’s discuss Big Brother, shall we? No, not George Orwell, but the reality show that is my not-so-guilty pleasure each summer. Thursday night, P1 and I got through half of it before other things distracted us, so we promised to try not to find out what happened before getting home Friday night to watch it together. I say, we both did well! And on this, I must thank P2 as well. That I always read his blog (Procrastination Tool #1) each morning, he was considerate enough to head that off with a “Spoiler Alert” to make me stop before it was too late.
So, we both got home, roommie and I and I fixed a bowl of meat (another topic for another day) and he test-tasted the pickles for his queen (which would be me; sorry, Lynn). We settled in on the couch and watched the second half hour of it, not really caring which of the simularily annoying folks were evicted this week. We both laughed our butts off at the person who became HOH (ie: most hated person in the house) and are looking forward to the next edition: tomorrow night, 8pm. :)
Yup, I’m a reality-show junkie and I make no apologies for it anymore.
Anyway - hope y’all are having a good Saturday and I shall write again soon! MWAH!