:: Sunday, March 14, 2010 :: I don't know what happens sometimes. But sometimes I'm on fire.
It seems like it has a lot to do with productivity or at least perceived productivity. But check out this weekend of ass-kicking:
Friday night with my mom after getting her cheap Chinese grocery store veggies and egg tarts. We dined on, guess what? egg tarts. And chrysanthemum tea.
Saturday morning, up and out the door to meet Ev so she can see me try on what might be "the dress"
We visit Anita and Benjamin (her very happy, cute boy) and I give her the baby quilt that my mom had brought on Friday. We ate, we chatted, etc. Haven't seen her since Ben was born, basically.
Ev drops me at Yorkdale. I figure I might as well take advantage of a Saturday night at the megaplex and go see Avatar (after reading home reno mags at Chapters - my fave pastime)
Sunday morning, up looking purposefully through my magazines for bathroom reno inspiration shots for my upcoming reno. And drinking homemade london fogs. Also my favourite thing to do on weekends.
Call a dress shop AGAIN regarding a price.
Measure up spaces where I want to put particular pieces of furniture so I know what to look for.
Take back all beer cans.
Walk to Danforth to try on dresses.
Walk to Home Depot to get paint for the coffee table I picked up a couple weeks ago on the sidewalk. Also picked out several bathroom items. See picture. This is totally what I'm going for, style-wise. And brought home what I think will be the colour for the back of my front door. Red. "Cranberry Whip."
Pick up a few groceries.
Walk to the used furniture stores (OK, some were already closed) to look for aforementioned furniture
Chinatown for a few more groceries
Make jalapeno cornbread (mmm!)
Make lentil soup (the BEST one I've made ever!)
Clean kitchen, including dishes by hand.
Figure out how to upload photos from my phone to my computer. Telus tries to make it like you can't. But you can. OK, yes, I know it took me a while to figure out. I was busy.
Talk to my sister. Look up her potential bridesmaid dresses and comment.
Talk to boyfriend. Realize that I'm probably this productive because he's not around.
Email the wedding lady reminding her she said she'd work to the budget I gave her. Seriously, would pay for a $40-meal anywhere and NOT get a napkin? Come on.
Email the photographer about some ideas for his price coming down.