A short one.

Today I had a reader demand that I write something today. I got a text saying: "write something new." It actually made me laugh out loud and if it had been anyone else I would have said go fuck yourself, but since it was from a good friend of mine I started thinking about some things that I should write about. It's true though, I haven't written since this weekend and it's certainly not because I didn't have anything to write about. I've just sort of had things creep up on me that needed to be tended to before I could write. I'm still hacking away and hopefully by Saturday I will be mostly caught up. At least I don't have the Praxis II like some people. You know how some people are just inherently good at teaching? Well I'm not. I'm also not inherently good at nurturing according to CharChar. Sorry if I still believe in the Not My Kid, Not My Problem policy. I do love My Little Ball of Laugh, there's certainly no other small child I would carry up Chestnut Hill without any chocolate schnecken.

Last week Professor Darlington came into my journalism class to talk about blogging because as part of the class we have to create our own group blogs. Darlington writes a cheese blog called Madame Fromage. It's a well-known blog in the food world and it's actually very interesting even if you don't know a thing about cheese. Food blog are some of the best and fastest growing blogs out there. Look at Vaynerchuk, the guy is brilliant. Except for the whole NY Jets thing. Her blog talk reminded me about how it's good to have some regular features if you aren't going to have a themed blog. On my tumblr I used to do pieces about books on a weekly basis. Sometimes I would even do movies or music. I think I'm going to move some of that to this blog, especially since I've been reading more. It's definitely been a slow writing week for me, but I hope that after this hectic weekend I should be back to more regular writing. Also if anyone wants to get drinks Friday call me. I'm going to need some after Deadman's Cellphone. 

Valentines and a birthday.

It's Valentine's Day, the second prettiest holiday of the year. I was woken this morning by texts from my parents and later a long one from my mother asking if I had gotten the stuff she sent me and then me explaining that the mail doesn't come until later in the afternoon and that I wouldn't be able to get it until after my evening class. I love their holiday packages. Lance always sends a large confectionary package and my mom sends cards. I keep all of their cards. They are in boxes around the apartment and in stacks on my dresser. Cards are possibly the only thing that I keep over time.

Today it is also Marg's 21st birthday! Yay the baby is finally a grownup and the last of my friends is finally old enough to go to El Vez for tacos and endless margs. It's been a long six months, but now we can be together again. I spent yesterday getting cards and chocolates for her and my friends. I love picking out pretty cards and giving them to all of mt friends. Marg got a whole stack because there were way too many that I couldn't resist. She's also getting a pink Domo doll from work when we go out later. I have to use up a gift card so I'm going to spend it on her and because I have to drop something off at work for a friend and she'll be the one driving the car.

I also went to Wine and Spirits this morning, City Ave's ghetto-ey liquor store. It's really the only place closest to me that was open this morning, but Willa Cather says that everything on City Ave is ghetto-ey so I really didn't have any choice. It was me and a bunch of old men perusing the ailes for libations and thank god for sales because I walked out of there with several bottles of wine and only spent $20. And I didn't get white zinfandel. I did get chick wines but today is too nice a day for sugary crap. I think if I had gotten it Kate would have known and sent Batman down to beat me up. At work we are wine snobs. Can't help it, there's just too manyy good ones in the closet. Being a wine snob is kind of like being a gin snob, but I used to live in Stowe and that's basically what anyone is, unless you're Lance and then you just don't give a fuck. Speaking of Lance, two weeks until Key West.

Oh Mondays!

Once again it's almost 7 pm and I  am falling asleep. I've just eaten a balanced dinner and had a glass of wine and now I'm sitting on the couch writing to stay awake. If any of my mother's friends could see me they would say that I am turning into her. My mother would say I haven't eaten a proper meal, my father would tell me that sleep is good, but I think it's really the three glasses of Crane Lake merlot that I've indulged in. Red wine does that to me; I can be going strong on Tanqueray for hours, but get a glass of red in me and I'm down for the count. While some would say that my lushiness is the result of some dangerous genes floating around inside of me, I prefer to think that it is just the 21 year-old in me bursting to get out. Now if I'm still going this strong in five or six years then we can chat.

Tonight I cooked all things Mediterranean making a lemon and garlic vinaigrette salad and a frutti di mare pasta dish. I was partially inspired by my  Hebrew Friend's latest post about eating in and the fact that if I don't start eating my Dad has threatened to come down and stay with me for a while. Apparently the fifteen pounds of Taco Bell that I've gained this semester from stress eating doesn't qualify as food for he and my mother.  My sister's freshman fifteen weight gain on the other hand is not a problem for them. But anyways, to get them off my back I have been cooking anything and everything and then letting my dad know. It's kind of hard in my teeny tiny kitchen, I need more counter space and bigger sink, but I make it work. My parents kitchen is fantastic, whenever I visit I usually bake a few things because of their superior ovens and kitchen appliances. If definitely sometimes pays to have a parent of cooks professionally. The only time it really doesn't is when he's too tired to cook and you end up growing up living off of spaghetti or grilled cheese and tomato soup. My mother was no help on the cooking front. Being a "career lady" she does not fair to well with the domestic arts. Only recently has she been able to build up her cooking repertoire to a tomato based southwestern soup, apple sauce, and carrot and flaxseed muffins. The muffins are particularly popular with her nordic and hiking friends. For Christmas she received a slow cooker recipe book which in turn led to an actual slow cooker so now she safely experiment with food without overcooking it too badly or burning the house down. Go Mom!

Tomorrow I am getting my hair cut for the first time in a year by my uncle over at Seasonal Designs in Plymouth Meeting. I'm pretty excited about it. I'm thinking about bangs but I'm not sure what style. It's between A.J. Cook bangs or Camilla Belle fringe. Oh the decisions!