Follow Through...

Uh-oh. It's been almost a month since my last blog. I can't say I didn't see that one coming. In fact, I purposely didn't share this blog with anyone yet because I was worried I wouldn't follow through with it. I guess I kind of set myself up for that one, huh?

I have a friend, whose name I won't mention, who recently got a tattoo to prove to herself that she could follow though with something. Maybe I'll make a calendar reminder to blog. That's kind of like a tattoo, but without the permanency and pain.

In my defense, I've been pretty busy. I thought February was going to be a slow month, but it turned hectic.

I spent two long weekends in Michigan.

The first in Macomb, where we stayed at the Crimando Compound and went sledding (see above-I'm second from the front), drank blood orange martinis (mistake), and I learned to play Clue (I don't get it). Much thanks goes to Mr. and Mrs. Crimando for putting up with our group of assholes. At what point am I too old to take vacations to my friends' parents' places?

The second in Ann Arbor, where I visited with Collin and Jaime (yay), practiced my french on a toddler (she was impressed), and ate at Zingerman's (an institution). Collin is a fabulous artist and we got to visit her studio. It's been such fun to watch her work progress over the past 8 years.

And now, I'd better get to work. I have a hair appointment tomorrow and I'm planning on getting bangs. But, just between us, it's unlikely I'll follow through with it.

Update: I did not, in fact, get bangs. But not for lack of trying! I was told by at least three people at the salon that my forehead was too short and that bangs would simply draw attention to this fact. Additionally, my colorist found my first gray hair. All in all, it was a pretty traumatic hair appointment.

View From Up Here.

We recently decided to move (not far and not until June). I've already mentally bid farewell to some of the things I hate about this apartment (no washer/dryer, inefficient heating, the blah carpet). I'm looking forward to having more room (for less money!).

But one thing I'll really, really miss is our view. I've discovered that it's nearly impossible to get a picture of the really magical moments (sunsets, sunrises, storms) because they're gone so quickly. Luckily, for the past year and a half, we've gotten to experience them, even if we can't photograph them. And that makes up for the blah carpet. But not the lack of a washer/dryer.

Sunday, Funday.

I started my Sunday by putting fake nails on my cat (I promise not all blog posts will revolve around my cat). She's been scratching the couch for 2.5 years and it's starting to show. So we're trying these absurd nail caps (as seen on 20/20!). So far, so good.

Then I made homemade chicken noodle soup. A labor of love, no doubt, but I predict that it will keep us healthy for the rest of the winter.

And now, onto a new book. I just finished The Piano Teacher. It was...ok. I didn't care for any of the characters, so I was pretty indifferent as they died off and suffered horrible tragedies. That's no good. I guess they can't all be winners.

My liege.

Santa brought me an SLR for Christmas. Since then, I've taken an absurd number of pictures of my cat. I can justify it because she's really the perfect subject. She's almost always doing something adorable, she never protests, and she's always decked out in her mini-tuxedo. Case in point: see above.

It's a little creepy, until I think about how parents take so many pictures of their kids. I don't have any kids. Although, last night all these Haitian kids flew into O'Hare and needed fostering. Matt had to convince me that just because I can remember how to say "brush your teeth" in French doesn't mean that we should bring one home. I would have taken a ton of pictures of that kid.

We've only just begun.

And so it begins. After a failed attempt at blogging three years ago (!), I’m back at it again. Inspired by Dawn, I in no way expect that my musings will rival hers. We can’t all be jet-setting Australian yuppies. Someone has to keep the Midwest frumpy. I take that job very seriously.

I will not attempt to be funny. I will not attempt to be informative. I will not attempt to be philosophical. I view this merely as a way to communicate to my nearest and dearest via blog what I would communicate via Facebook if my entire high school graduating class wasn’t watching.

And maybe to feel a little closer to all of you...