Toby.

Yesterday when I was leaving the office, I got on the elevator down and one of my colleagues from the marketing dept was on there, so I said hi and stepped on. As soon as the doors closed, I realized that the elevator reeked strongly of alcohol. Like not a faint odor but a full on "someone just had a drunken rave on this elevator" kind of a stench. I glance at my colleague and her eyes widen as she says, "I swear that wasn't me!" and then, "MAN. I thought this elevator would be empty, but of course HR gets on! Of all the floors for it to stop on." Okay obviously it wasn't her, but who drinks that much alcohol on an afternoon at work that it would smell up the elevator?

Today Sarah and I did our 5 mile run, and I am proud to say we kept our miles to about a 10 minute mile pace. We're on our way! And all the running articles are right; every week it gets a little bit easier and more fun!

Hello, wine.

It should be a crime to have such a luxurious Friday night alone. Apple-walnut topped cheese ravioli with parmesan flakes, grilled San Francisco sourdough, freshly cracked open bottle of Akin wine, and flamenco music playing while I sit here slowly and focus on the food. I feel like I'm single! Mostly because the house is clean, I can listen to foreign music if I want to and not be mocked, and focus on only entertaining (or not!) myself. All this chiefly because Nolan is visiting a friend in the East Bay. Smmmhhhh!

None of this isn't to say I'm not desperately looking forward to waking up late with him tomorrow morning and devouring some coffee and blueberry muffins. I <3 him.

Also I feel like I deserve it after such a long and taxing (boring) week. And trying to smuggle my groceries home on the muni during a rainstorm. Do you KNOW what it's like to try and get a loaf of French bread home unsoaked, in the rain with no umbrella? It isn't easy, I'll tell you that. And as I barged onto the muni and heat and dryness, I slammed my grocery bags down on the ground and unzipped my jacket and the ancient guy in the seat next to me stared at me open-mouthed like I just had committed a crime by bringing bags-a-plenty on the muni. But I was okay with the staring, because I wasn't the one wearing a plastic bag on my head.

Last night I was trying to hurriedly do a scrapbook page while Nolan was showering before we hit the hay, and as I was walking away, I realized that I had skipped two days' worth of material. Crrrrap. So now I am hoping the wine as well as a streaming movie from Netflix will help me sort the mess out.

Milo's also reaping the benefits of my meal, and enjoyin' him some SF sourdough:

He's also growling at me in this picture, like "what the HELL are you doing looking at my bread!" He gets very possessive with anything that makes it with him to the rug...probably because most things don't make it that far.

State of the Union

"President Obama is taking questions on YouTube."

That, my friends, is on the Google homepage during tonight's State of the Union. Who would have imagined that technology would be such a forerunner in today's world, that it is prevalent in more than just the living rooms of the Gen Y'ers, but also the Oval Office. To quote my mom, who was quoting a movie, "Oh, what a world, what a world."

Pretentious.

Today at the gym, I put on my running clothes, and realized that instead of grabbing my size XS Turkey Trot shirt, I had grabbed Nolan's size XL one. Oh the shame of putting that on and realizing that I shouldn't care about something like how I look at the gym, if I truly am there to work out (and not "work IT" as one of my facebook groups states).

I have a friend who recently moved to a big city, and was unprepared for the differences between that and living in a small town. She got a bit caught up in the "fashion" of it all and things like having to drink only certain liquids because an aesthetician told her so. It's easy to get a bit pretentious when you're surrounded by celebrities and socialites and wealth. At times I've started to feel like because I live in one of the centers of the universe, maybe I should drink only Voss and wear only Hermes scarves and spend my Friday nights at Ruby Skye...but then I remember that really, I am just the sweaty white girl on the treadmill who should go back to 1986 because that is the only time it was cool to wear a shirt that's 5 times too big.



This weekend while I was doing laundry I discovered something that made laundry a little better; a hope that I might someday have cause to carefully heed #1 on this list:

Yes, it would be awesome to find a tiny child hiding in my dryer.

Lost

The telethon was a success--not only was a lot of money raised for Haiti, and several impressive performances given, but also I got to talk to a celebrity on the phone! woo! Too bad I have only seen like 2 episodes of Lost, or I may have been more thrilled about giving Matthew Fox my credit card information.

This weekend was packed full of sleeping and running, and to be honest, I feel a bit sad to not be doing either of those right now. Plus it is STILL RAINING outside, and I'm getting a little sick of being wet. My runs this weekend were in the pouring rain, and now I'm ready to go back to Mexico. Cancun, take me back!

Drop me a line!

Tonight, as many of you know, is the Hope for Haiti Telethon at 8pm. Not only would I like to donate some funds to help out Haiti, but I also will have the chance to talk to a celebrity! Now out of the 50 or more who will be answering phones, it is just a matter of who I will get. Here's hoping it's Robert Pattinson over someone like Peewee Herman.

What an exhausting week. Between dodging wind and rain and trying to clean our disastrous house and work, I'm about ready for a nice long nap. Or sleeping in. Also tomorrow is my 4-mile run, so I've gotta be rested and stretched out. But that will have to wait until after the Telethon and watching Doubt and having Tuttimelon with Ash U. Our first movie in the mail from Netflix, wooo! After all this time, Nolan finally said to me the other day, "If you happened to sign up for Netflix, I wouldn't complain." A not-so-subtle hint, methinks.

The mango of my dreams, made by the man of my dreams.

You'll be pleased to know that Nolan did in fact hold up his end of our dinner bargain last night, and made the dessert for the Becks--thai mango sticky rice! And now I'm just stuck nursing my empty stomach and wishing for more and wondering how I can bribe him to make dessert more often. Oh these hidden talents he has!