Is it possible to sleep on your eye wrong?
I woke up this morning and my left eyeball is sore. Sore like it hurts a little when I move it to look the side. It’s strange. I don’t really know what could have happened while I slept but I did notice that I didn’t move much during the night. In fact, I was still in the same position I had fallen asleep in. Let’s just say it was a strange night all around.
As long as my eye doesn’t fall out I’m sure I’ll be okay. Right? Just kidding. I know I will. Right?
My parents have been sick this weekend, as apparently are Lindsey and the nieces. It’s like the whole world is sick. Jeez folks. Thankfully so far I’m okay and hopefully I’ll stay that way. Lord knows I don’t like to be bothered with being sick.
And apparently I have 100 hours of sick time banked.
But moving on, Saturday was uber-busy as I predicted. I didn’t get to make the crepes this weekend so maybe I will next weekend. All I have to do is pick up the mushrooms and Swiss cheese. After tussling with my hair, I made my way up to Fairfield to pick up some gifts for the Helen’s [my surfing buddy] baby shower. I go to Babies R Us with a registry list all printed out thinking I’m going to go in, find the things and head out. Oh, but I completely forgot that I’m 1] suck at finding things in a store, 2] don’t have the patience to look for things and 3] this is baby stuff. So here I am, with this piece of paper staring into a warehouse of baby stuff. It would have been fine had I remembered that half the stuff was only available online but I didn’t. Because I’m silly. Anywho, I proceeded to wander in a pathetic attempt to find anything remotely close to what was on the list that I could afford. I even sent a pathetically desperate txt to the bf about my plight, who calmly, though I could detect a slight hint of “oh my god. Is she seriously tripping off this?” in his voice, told me to just ask for help. Now, if it were that easy. There were employees, believe it or not, but they were either at the registers cashing people out or fussing over the pregnant couples coming in to register. No time for the obviously lost and out of place non-pregnant woman wandering the store with a piece of paper and a furrowed brow and oh, disposable cash. When I did spy a random employee, they would scamper out of the way before I could clear my throat to flag them down.
Anyway, so finally the registry desk was open and I go and tell the girl that I’m inept at trying to find these things and can she help. So she reprinted the registry for me [which helped since it listed the location and what the physical store had in stock] and then proceeded to explain the entire concept to me. This is what I get. I wasn’t really serious when I said I was inept lady. But thanks for letting me know that the “back wall” marker on the page meant I could find the product on the back wall. That was so helpful. I was so annoyed. Especially since sometimes the LOCATION WAS WRONG. Like, the blanket I got totally wasn’t on the back wall at all but ON THE SIDE END CAPS. See, that was not written on the paper. Anyway, half the baby clothes wasn’t available because they had registered for organic cotton. Okay, a side bar. So I totally railed against that. I mean, organic cotton? It doesn’t matter. The baby’s not gonna know the difference. At the shower the next day, the hostess said she was thinking the same thing when Helen explained that it was all her husband’s doing. She didn’t care but he did. They both work for labs and are around chemicals all day so she figured that he just wanted to try to keep the baby as “pure” as possible. But I digress, I finally located the two items I wanted to buy, the organic chicken rattle [which was really cute and I wanted to keep it] and an organic receiving blanket. Turns out I managed to score the coveted rattle since 2 other guests asked me if I bought it online since the store they went to didn’t have any in stock. Total score.
So after that harrowing experience [and calling to thank Marilu for not registering for anything organic], I made my way over to the Napa outlets to spend the Christmas money the bf’s mom gave me. And boy did I. I was able to buy 3 pairs of pants for work from Ann Taylor, which is my new favorite go-to store for work clothes. There were some cute wrap shirts but I picked up the wrong size and didn’t feel like getting the right one to see if it would be cute on me too so I just didn’t bother with it. There were quite a few things in the store this time that I really liked but I was intent on only using what I had gotten from his mom so I couldn’t splurge. But the best part was I got one pair of pants for half off! I love unexpected savings [I even got the chicken rattle for 30% off too that I didn’t notice until much later that day when I went over my receipts]. The retail therapy worked wonders on my mood.
I got home with enough to time goof off a bit before settling in for our weekly movie with the bf. This week’s movie was Half Nelson that was recommended by a coworker. I’ll never listen to him again. Let’s just say I’m 0-fer the last few movies I picked and the bf is going to continue the torture by letting me pick the movies until I get it right. Sigh. Why can’t we like the same kind of movies? How many times did he veto me when we went to Hollywood video? There were some charming moments in the movie but not enough to carry the film. At one point I was wondering what the whole point of it was, not a very good sign.
I had to leave church early to make it to the baby shower in Berkeley. It was a Helen’s neighbor’s house, which was awesome. I wanted her house. They even have a koi pond! The shower was quite enjoyable. It was a brunch and very intimate, just 11 of us. We played Baby bingo that got quite competitive and became a thriller towards the end [I was one away from 3 different bingos!] and thankfully the opening of the presents when by in a flash since there weren’t too many to begin with. And that was my weekend. Crepe-less.
Now if only the Patriots would lose. The world would be perfect.
Txt Conversation of the week:
Talda: So how about dem Cowboys?
Pat: We’re not friends for at least a week. U and the umbrella made T.O. cry =’(
Talda: HAHA I KNOW! It was AWESOME! making t.o. cry was an unexpected achievement
Pat: You’re evil!
Talda: u say it like it’s a bad thing
Pat: U better leave my boys alone next year! You’ve already had enough vengeance.
Talda: but it’s so much fun!
Talda: Such a potty mouth!