I think I will write more about this, but this is here to remind me to do so:

Today, picking up the farm share, I got into a discussion with one of the worker girls there, and I was telling her that I split my share with my neighbor. I was telling her how, when we got stuff that was difficult to split, we usually ended up just making a big pot of soup or whatever and having dinner together a lot. (we sort of do that anyway, and I didn’t mention the couple of times we split a case of wine. It was a short conversation) (we bought the wine together; we didn’t each drink half a case of wine in one sitting. Hilary doesn’t come over from the UK enough for that.)

Anyway, Farm Girl and I were talking about how lucky we are to live in The Valley, what with the awesomeness of the people, and the lots of farms and people making conscious efforts to buy local and the no traffic and only a few Starbucks, etc. And after enthusing for a moment, we just looked at each other, like two strangers who just truly realized they were in Paradise, and the amazing amount of holy shit lucky we are to be here. There was not much more to say to each other after that.

My life is not perfect, for sure, but it’s the truth that there are lots of parts of it that are damn near.
Plus, Stephenie Meyer is coming out with a companion novella! Fuck me, life is good!

Her: “I am such a liar!”
Me: “A liar? Who’s a liar?”
Her: “Mom, I said lyre because it’s a musical instrument.”

I can’t believe I had that boring post up for so long. Let’s just say my Lady Frenemy came to visit and it was *not* a good visit and leave it at that.

Tomorrow I am on the radio. I will post more about that.
Today I am looking at the Scott Pilgrim trailer, and being won over partly by George Michael Bluth, partly by comic book styling, and partly by how cute Anna Kendrick is.

To understand how excited I am about this, you have to know that
1. I get unreasonably happy at bargains, and
2. we have had the same ratty-ass sheets FOREVER, and
3. if you are not the house sheet-buyer, sheets are crazy expensive.

SO: at Marshalls, there were 2 packs of Calvin Klein 350 thread count sheets, the package said Queen but had a big King sticker. I took the chance and bought them, because they were, Get This: $22!!! And they fit! WOOOOOT!

NEW SHEETS! NOOOOOOOUUUUUU SHEEEEETTTSSSSS!

dudes, I need to get a life. Srsly.

Me: I just finished yoga for the second day in a row!
I am going to be so skinny this summer.

Pete Olsen: Not too skinny!
You can do side bends or sit ups, but please don’t lose that butt.

A new Liberal Oasis podcast is up, and it features ME! Hooray! I talk about how I would get creeped out by all the Tiger Beat posters of Duran Duran on my wall, so much so that I didn’t like to get undressed. In my defense, I had a LOT of posters, and all those dudes were Way older than me. Also I am psyched I got to swear again on the radio. They shall call me Seven Second Delay Olsen!

Have a lovely day, kids.

P.S.: This blog post proves my point of the awesomeness of blogs, and the true connections that occur. So there.