We had our first snow. It was white and delicious for about 6 hours. We didn't have a sale this weekend and so I had a weekend off -- first in a zillion years. I seemed to have slept a large percentage of it away and now I feel like I have a horrible hangover (never mind my eyes and sinuses are puffy). The Patriots won no no no let me rephrase that -- Baltimore lost their AFC Championship game. Even I feel bad for Cundiff -- he looked like a little altar boy in that press conference. I love football and my team -- but even I feel a bit guilty about going to the Super Bowl. Such is football -- penalties, turnovers and a little luck. Or magic. Or faith -- depending what sect you pay your dues to.
I did manage to bake a pineapple upside down cake this weekend as well. And cooked a kick ass stir-fry. I used to love to cook but just don't seem to have the same verve for it right now. Noot won. Can you believe it? I don't think he'll be the nominee but man it sure makes the primaries fun -- well maybe fun isn't exactly the right word. I was chatting with a friend last night and she said she misses Rick Perry -- he is some dumb he's hard not to kind of love. If not be utterly frightened of I suppose.
I wrote a poem kind of thing the other day. It is horrible but at least it was something. I need to get going on the poem that is due for the exhibit next month. Sigh. I don't know why I say yes to those things. I started to watch, in the middle of the night, a movie called Tom & Viv. Willem Dafoe playing T.S. Eliot and Miranda Richardson his wife. I need to watch it when I'm not coming down from a wicked buzz. I fell asleep though the cigarette smoke alone was intense. There are several films I want to see this winter now that football season is almost over. One winter all we watched were movies about painters. I don't know if there is a theme this year yet.
I've got things to mail. Why is it so difficult for me to get to the post office I wonder. I think it is parking and the line and the forms. I know there is a way to do it from home but I'm too lazy to figure that out as well. I fear my children have inherited my intense procrastination gene. Oh and I seemed to have wrenched my left shoulder. I feel a bit prickly today. I'm hitting save...