Sunday, March 26, 2006

Thoughts on a Sunday Night

And posted on a Monday morning.

Pajamas
Have I mentioned how much I love my Old Navy pajama pants?
They are the perfect bottoms: comfy enough for sleeping and lounging but not so pajama-ish that I can’t wear them in public. And wear them in public I have. To the video store, the grocery store, the movie theater. Any day now, I’ll be wearing them to work. And not caring. Because my pajamas? They rock. I now have two pairs: black and charcoal.

Food and Wine
Every week, I say to myself, "This week, I am going to stay within my grocery budget." And every week, the gods laugh while my wallet weeps. I did it again this week. I went to Whole Foods with the best of intentions. I only needed a few things to round out what I already have. In my defense, I did need to get some staples that I only get every few months (e.g., ketchup, mayonnaise, lotion). But how did that bottle of Chardonnay get in there? I can’t remember the last time I bought a bottle of wine. And then there’s the cantaloupe. At least once a month, I buy a small container of overpriced, out-of-season cantaloupe. And every time, it gets pushed to the back of the refrigerator and forgotten until it has gone rank. Every. single. time. Really. But yet, I have this compulsion to buy the cantaloupe, even though I know its fate.

Dreams
I keep forgetting to tell ya’ll about a dream I had last week. Lora and LostInTexas were in it. Lora had just moved into a new house and we were there and for some reason, her bed was in the living room. Anyway, we wanted to make vegetarian sloppy joes, but her housemate had locked herself in her room with the ingredients. Except for a can of tomato paste, which I inexplicably had and kept thrusting toward the door as we yelled at the housemate to give us the rest of the ingredients. Any theories on this one?

Loathing
Have I told you how much I hate Sydney Bristow? And not just because she gets to cuddle with Will Tippin when she's having a bad day, although that's certainly part of it. It's her perfect hair, which is always in these supercute styles that I can never replicate, and her perfect stomach, which even if I did crunches from now until doomsday, I will never have, and her pert butt, which even if I did lunges from now until the day after doomsday, I will never have. And it's that even though she's obnoxious, self-centered, and clingy, everyone loves her. Except me.

9 Comments:

At 9:02 AM , Blogger L’il E said...

Sid's WAAAAYYY too skinny (she is borderline in the early episodes, but far gone by the end of season 1), you should thank your lucky stars you don't look like that ;-p

Pajamas ARE legitimate pants, come on.

I can't begin to calculate the amount of produce that has gone rank in our crisper. I could feed a third world country with it, and I feel huge pangs of guilt about it. We've just given up on buying produce at all—three cheers for scurvy!

 
At 9:35 AM , Blogger Liz said...

Hee... I had to click on the link because I didn't know who Sydney Bristow was. I was thinking, is she one of the young girls on the OC?

 
At 9:44 AM , Blogger Liz said...

Also- I think I have the same pajama pants! In charcoal and pink. They are fabulous.

 
At 11:10 AM , Blogger LostInTX said...

I'm still laughing at you hurling the can of tomatoes at the door.. and was Lora's housemate her husband? LOL...

 
At 11:14 AM , Blogger Lisa said...

No, it wasn't her husband. It was some girl. But I never saw her. I just knew she was a girl. And at one point, we thought maybe she was dead in there, but then we heard her and she just wouldn't give us the box to make the sloppy joes.

 
At 11:45 AM , Blogger Bearette24 said...

i never got into alias myself.

whole foods = whole paycheck

i think the dream signals frustration! and maybe something missing? or maybe just being hungry...i have food dreams sometimes. though not recently.

 
At 2:40 PM , Blogger Mike said...

What does it mean if your dreams during the day are of food, too?

Sidney is a great agent, but lord shoot me if I ever had to date her. Or anyone like her. I'm going to pay for this comment...

 
At 3:01 PM , Blogger Bearette24 said...

hee! why not?

 
At 3:43 PM , Blogger Lora said...

Interesting dream. In reality, the only was "my housemate" would be hording the ingredients to make vegetarian sloppy joes would be to prevent me from making them. If I feed him to many vegetarian meals in a row he goes on strike. It's also a very good way for me to get him to take me out for dinner. Hee, Hee.

I know what you mean about impluse buys that never get eaten. That's also one reason why I limit my trips to WF and CM. You can do some serious damage in those places.

 

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