I had a horrible nightmare last night that I was swimming in the ocean and circling below me were sharks. It was horrible.

I am having flashbacks to that one afternoon over a year ago when I was struggling to edit my resume. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to do it, I just felt great discomfort doing it. I am having the same issue right now. I am trying to come up with my forecasted figures for August/September and I am dragging my feet. I don’t want to do it and I’ve put it off for hours which is just extending my discomfort. Ugh! I don’t know. JUST DO IT!

Spent the afternoon with my parents and Bobo. Mom and I made the Broccoi Rabe and Tortellini recipe. We made a few edits to the recipe such as blanching the broccoli rabe. We also used quite a bit more olive oil and garlic and we added Italian sausage. Really the main difference is we just did our thing. We weren’t really tied to the recipe. When I made it the other day, I was tired from a long day at work, tired from searching a couple different stores for the broccoli rabe and in my mind-dead state, I followed the recipe exactly. I wasn’t having fun cooking, I was just trying to get it on the table. All these things combined to create a pretty awful meal. On the other hand, the meal this evening was delicious, absolutely wondrously delicious. Lesson learned = don’t get roped in and have fun.

Little Bo was so happy to see me. He jumped into my arms and stayed there until I left. Outside, saying goodbye to my mom, we heard this pounding against the window. We looked up to see little Bo bumping himself against the window! My mom went inside and grabbed Bo. She said she had never seen him do that before. Apparently he wanted to be outside saying goodbye to me! I felt horrible leaving him. I miss him so much. I wish I could have an animal here with me but my schedule just doesn’t allow it. Away 6:30 – 7:30 every weekday. It just wouldn’t work.

On PostSecret, a postcard this week proclaims that the person who sent it found enlightenment but they’ll never tell anyone because it’s so easy no one would believe them. Why didn’t they just send their secret to enlightenment!?! Grrrr! Now I am sitting here trying to figure out what their secret to enlightenment could possibly be! I’m thinking it’s a tray of brownies and a cup of Oolong tea.

Tomorrow I am going to NYC. I have my sales meeting and I really should grab my numbers this evening to try to figure what I have left to close but I just simply have no desire. Tomorrow I am going to regret this choice but oh well! I made my choice and I’ll live with it.

How do I see all the episodes of Flight of the Conchords? I don’t have HBO and I don’t intend to get it. Is there another way? I MUST WATCH THIS SHOW!!!!! I AM ADDICTED TO THE CLIPS I’VE CULLED FROM YOUTUBE and HBO.COM Darn that Kozaburo! Why did he have to inflict this upon me!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?

Found this over at Kozaburo’s…

I love it!

Remember that tortellini and broccoli rabe meal I made the other day? Rob loved it– I thought the broccoli rabe was extremely bitter. I think I needed to blanch it. Last night I mentioned I could do it again but this time blanching the broccoli rabe just to see if maybe it is a meal to keep in my arsenal. Rob declined and said he wanted something light so I ended up making steamed fish and rice and asparagus and squash (which is apparently the only meal in my arsenal).

After dinner, Rob asked if I wanted to see a movie, maybe La Vie En Rose since he knows how much I’ve been dying to see it. He grabbed my laptop and looked for movie times. WAIT! That’s not what happened. *I* asked if he wanted to see a movie, wasn’t there a movie opening this weekend he wanted to see? Superbad. We were the oldest people in the theater. All the jokes centered on penises, alcohol, sex, and vomit. The high school experience depicted was not one I experienced. Rob laughed loud. I enjoyed the subplot involving the cops and McLovin but that was pretty much it. La Vie En Rose is out of theaters. Hopefully before Christmas, I will be able to pick it up at Walmart for $10.00.

I am about to attempt this recipe. It was emailed to me by rosa (my mommy) and she found it here. The recipe comes from Hallmark and is part of a challenge to find the best 4 ingredient recipe. I can’t tell you how intrigued and excited I am over this challenge! Four ingredients is pretty much my limit so I am extremely curious to see what they find. At any rate, tonight I am making the recipe below. Rob is coming over and I figured I’d surprise him. Normally we have fish and rice but I think the middle of August and the day before the anniversary of Elvis’s death deserves a different kind of meal.

8 ounces cheese tortellini according

1 bunch (1 pound) broccoli rabe

1/2 cup part-skim ricotta cheese

• In a large pot of boiling water, cook 8 ounces dried, shelf-stable (or 12 ounces refrigerated) cheese tortellini according to package directions. Drain and return to the pot.

• Meanwhile, in a large skillet, heat 1/4 cup olive oil over medium heat. Add 4 cloves minced garlic and 1 bunch (1 pound) broccoli rabe, chopped. Cover and cook, stirring occasionally, until the broccoli rabe is tender, 8 to 10 minutes.

• Add the broccoli rabe mixture to the pasta and toss gently. Stir in 1/2 cup part-skim ricotta cheese, 1/2 teaspoon salt and 1/4 teaspoon pepper. Serve hot.

I got home around 7:30. I ate the very last piece of the frozen pizza that I made for dinner last night (and ate for lunch today). Now I am in bed, thinking about everything I should be doing. Like putting away the clothes that are strewn all over my bedroom. I’ll rest for a little while and then maybe I can get some stuff accomplished.

Did anyone else see this article on NYTimes online? My favorite line is: “My gut feeling, and it’s nothing more than that,” he says, “is that there’s a 20 percent chance we’re living in a computer simulation.”

If life was nothing more than a computer simulation, wouldn’t it be more interesting?

This morning I changed my routine. Instead of making 10 cups of coffee– I cut it down to 4. Lisa’s not here to drink the excess.

Things change.

Can I just tell you that I can barely wait for the arrival of my TomTom GPS device? How badly do I need a gps device? Just this weekend I have lost my bearings…

1. Saturday morning, I got lost coming back from Rob’s place. (I got to Rob’s fine, coming back is the issue)
2. Leaving the baby shower on Saturday, I completely whizzed right by my exit. Took forever to turn around and get back on the right road.
3. Sunday evening, I got lost coming back from Rob’s place. Yeah, I know, I got lost the last time too. I have no clue what I am doing wrong but I swear there is a wormhole on Rt 202 North.

This is very normal for me. Whenever I get into my car, I am well aware that I will most likely get lost and have to u-turn… a couple of times. Years ago, I hated to go anywhere because I was positively scared of getting lost. My fear was completely irrational. I honestly thought I would get so lost that I would have to take up residence in the strange town and people would say, “So where do you come from?” and I’d say, “I have no idea!” But then I took a job in which I essentially became a road warrior and I learned that even if I got lost, I could usually find my way back, as long as I called my father for directions. Soon my fear of getting lost was replaced with the fear that I might not be able to reach my father on my cell phone. People say to me that there is nothing wrong with my sense of direction, it’s just that I have a mental block. What I have is mental alright, it’s a mental deficiency. I really try to visualize a map in my mind– the problem I have is when I turn, so does the map. Everything is always straight ahead of me. And nothing is ever really familiar. The only thing familiar is getting lost.

My hope is that the TomTom will finally get me situated. We shall see. I have high hopes.

“At first available chance, please perform a u-turn”

My widdle baby sister has moved out of the Donnavilla. She says it’s time for her to be on her own. I hate to see her go but I know it’s the right thing for her.

I am now completely on my own. Getting the mail, taking out the garbage, watering the plants, locking the doors, turning out the lights– these are now chores solely in my arena. There is no one to share the mother load. I have to admit, I am a little excited by the prospect of being fully responsible. It’s like every last excuse is gone. The dishes are dirty because they are MY dishes. The kitchen floor is filthy because I made a mess and didn’t clean it up. It’s up to me now. Completely and utterly me.