Behind the Curve

Chiropractor told me since my back was improving, next I should go to the Lancome store, get a free makeup lesson, find a great guy, and before I know it, I'll be living in NJ with a family of my own! WTF!?!?!? Lady, if you weren't LEANING ON MY SPINE...

I suffer from what I call "The New Jersey of the Soul." (No offense, New Jersey.) This affliction causes me to feel, no matter where on the globe I am (Manhattan, Seoul, Hawaii, some parts of Beijing) as if I were in New Jersey.

Although when I was in Charlottesville, VA, I did feel more like I was Nyack, so I've got that going for me.

And the banks of the Yellow River were pretty awesome. Shanghai too sci-fi to believe.

I actually started the morning by whipping heavy cream into butter so it wouldn't go bad.

Dear Herbal Tea,

I hate you.

Love,
me

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When you purchase a mini-trampoline online, I expect it would be useful to know before you pay that the assembly instructions call for 3 able-bodied adults to assemble the thing. Girls who are 4'10" living with two 70-year olds need not apply.

It seems I have neither the height nor the weight to assemble a mini-trampoline with nothing but myself and my wits.

It took me, my wits, a 20 lb dumbbell, a 25 lb dumbbell, and a 10 lb sledgehammer.

Currently reading "The Two Income Trap" and terrifying myself.

Meanwhile, within the space of one year, my parents have progressed from conveniently forgetting they made me promise never to date anyone I met online to telling me that single, childless women actually do quite well in life.

It's liberating to know they've given up on grandkids as well as the irrational hope that I won't die alone.

Next, I shall read a book about the failure of the genome project. It's like bus bunching; the NYPL always delivers my top ten most depressing books-on-hold at the same time, while my requested copy of David Sedaris' latest languishes in the hands of someone just a little faster on the catalog search.

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And this mean's I remain firmly on the fence about the e-reader.

 The Food Network is back, and my father is happy once more. Phew!

Yesterday, my ex-roommate threw a lovely joint birthday party for Li and me. There was much merriment and many board games to play. (As an unsocialized, only-child type person, I never learned the art of playing games, so I just ate cheese and heckled the actual players.)

She even baked primal (grain-free) cupcakes for me! Unfortunately, I had already baked a sugar-free, coconut flour based cake to bring to the party, but people seemed to enjoy it. Here are pics: