Like The Heat, The Blahs Have Gone Buh-Bye

the weather boobs were right for once and the heat wave broke on friday with a fabulous cool front that included much-needed rain. my car is still spotty, but a tad less dusty. now i just need it professionally washed to get the bird poop off. that's the blessing and the curse of parking under a tree--you get the shade, and you get the poop. still with temperatures that hit well over 100 spanking degrees, i took the shade and would do it again.

i think the blahs had to do with the pool being like bath water. and when i can't go and relax in the pool after work, well, i get bummed and depressed and cranky, and all i want to do is go to sleep at 7:00 p.m. not gouda. so thankfully, the temps have dropped into the 60s for a couple of evenings now and the pool should be back to its comfy self. in fact, if the parental units weren't coming for supper (more roasted chicken), i would have headed straight to the pool.

when i get the blahs, i find myself bored and uninspired and really don't know what to write about. no book seems interesting enough. grousing about my addiction to the stupid shows on tv seems quite shallow and silly, and really the pity party thing gets old, even for me, after awhile. how the adorable puts up with it and loves me is some times a mystery. but i never look a gift horse, or for that matter, a blessing from god any day of the week.

and despite having no plans except entertaining me mum and pop, we've had a relaxing, take-it-easy weekend. the adorable one was craving barbeque, the real stuff, so we headed over to oklahoma joe's, which got its start in a gas station (and where it remains today), and while they do have the best and tastiest and most delish pulled pork of anywhere in the whole wide universe, two jumbo sandwiches and onion rings costs you $20. which seems like a lot to me. but it was damn good. and instead of watching boring tv, we both finished our books (i loved the latest cliff janeway story by john dunning and the adorable one completed "bitten") and then it was off to bed at midnight or later, i can't remember.

the adorable one got up before the sun to go fishing with matt while i slept in like a slug. i made it up in time to watch my beloved paula dean, who seems to have lost her spark somehow and i really can't put my finger on it--just seems like success has taken some of the light and joy out of her personality. decided to make the bed (a rarity for me these days), clean out the fridge, and do a couple loads of laundry. so that when the adorable one got home i actually felt like i had been a wee bit productive.

for lunch we went to our favorite breakfast spot and the adorable one munched on a ruben while i tried their new asparagus and brie salad with berries--holy cow it was incredibly good and yummy and delish. we made it as far as the library to return books and pick up a few more before the adorable one, of all people and an anti-napper to boot, insisted, we plunk down in the bed for the afternoon. and that's what we surely did. until 6:30 p.m.

then we managed to go see "pirates of the carribean: dead man's chest", which you know, wasn't all that bad. it just was missing all the humor and whimsy of the first one. sure, it was darker and stuffed a lot more story into the flick, but it wasn't as rancid as the critics made it out to be--just needed more of the sheer silliness of the first film.

we were actually pretty hungry when we left the theater at 11:00 p.m., so we hit jimmy john's (sooooo good) on our way home and then watched a little telly before calling it a night. i had some awful, awful nightmares about a poisonous spider that killed the girls and other people that i cared about. it sucked. then i had more weird dreams this morning. really, if i could just blot out the dreams my life would be better, i'm sure of it.

i finally got my sorry bum out of bed around 10:30 a.m., we showered, and had breakfast/lunch at our favorite French bakery, hit the grubstore for tonight's shindig, and picked up the requisite ice cream pie for a pre-celebration of dad's birthday. don't ask why i got to all this trouble for my parents, i just do. lordy, it's sad. but the adorable one is fond of pointing out that there will come a day when i won't have the chance to have dinner with them, so to enjoy it. it's just that i feel like they are so judgemental about our life. our yard is never all that trimmed up. the house is clean, but not super scrubbed. we don't have kids (never will, we hate the buggers), we're overweight, not in shape, don't have gazillions of retirement funds, blah, blah, blah.

it's hard to be perfect when you tend to be selfish, shallow, narcissistic, self-absorbed, etc. no one gets that. anyway, i've got to finish the laundry (sheets need to be shifted the dryer, hooray), unload the dishwasher and set the table for supper. yup, i lead one exciting life.

which reminds me, i need to check into scooter lessons as the adorable one is plum set on finding something honda or vespa-ish to tarry me about town. vrooooom!