Again Today

In the grand scheme of stupid things, perhaps the most idiotic was the fact that it didn’t occur to me until Saturday that I could have just gone to the gym to shower on Thursday. The gym, by the way, is a three-minute walk from my house and if forced, I could have done it in my bathrobe.

We’ve been sans-Internet for much of the weekend, which is a bit freeing, really, but doesn’t lend itself to non-stop refreshing to see if anyone responded to our advertisements to rent our house out. On the other hand, I don’t think it’s particularly healthy to do nothing other than hitting REFRESHREFRESHREFRESHOMGREFRESH for days and days on end.

(OMG REFRESH)

I had to work this weekend, and so did Adam, so we did little else other than work and wait desperately for the Internet to come back on. I may be paying $24.95 a month as long as I have Embarq, but even that is too high a price for three minutes of Internets a day. However, in those few free moments I DID have, I made pickled carrots, and I have to tell you, you haven’t lived until you’ve had these delicious, delicious pickled carrots from Smitten Kitchen. And – AND! – I say that before they’ve even fully cured, as I’ve only had them in the fridge for a couple hours, yet I’ve already eaten almost a full half-pound. Go forth and brine, for they are wonderful. I fully understand SmittenDeb’s desire to hoard all of the vegetables from Alex’s roving eye, because I actually wondered if I could pickle the bag of clementines in the crisper drawer. I’m still thinking about it.

Do you ever stop and think about what your eating habits would be if you were single? I mean, assuming you’re otherwise spoken for, of course. Personally, I know — and this is sad — that I would be a lot skinnier, for I would eat little else other than fruit and brined vegetables. Truth be told, my eating habits are outstanding, at least when left to my own devices, though it’s safe to say that I would be perpetually bloated and puffy-eyed from too much salt. Anyway, it’s not that Adam is keeping me down or anything, but his insistence on three square meals and a pantry full of things that don’t come packed in vinegar does keep my waistline a little beyond waif-like proportions.

Anyway, we’re at the point in our show where I realize that I’ve done exactly nothing of note other than work and brine this weekend, and it’s … well, that’s even sadder than vacuuming. I also sort of feel like I should throw this up there before Embarq decides to take away the Internet again.

Hey, and in addition, I spent an inordinate amount of time contemplating the fact that Lindsay Lohan *constantly* wears the wrong shade of lipstick. Is no one talking to her about this? Why does she insist on nudes, when they do nothing but wash her out?

So tell me, did you do something better? Eat anything brined? (MMMM … PICKLES)

Happy Monday!

*Brandi Carlile

26 comments January 13th, 2008