At least it's not raining. But I might prefer a downpour to the arctic freeze that's blanketed Lexington. I mean really... my nipples could cut glass, folks.
I'm simultaneously catching up on my favorite blogs around the globe... and producing my morning show. Let's just say blogging is way more fun than producing a newscast.
But I digress.
Here's a few things I've been mentally chewing on:
---I am counting the seconds, really, until I go on vacation. I haven't even started packing, but I HAVE started mentally putting outfits together (the Midnight Mass outfit, the "Oh fancy bumping into a hot high school crush 10 years later" outfit, the "Let's walk on the beach in Connecticut because we're crazy and we can" outfit. The "This Old Thing? at the Bar but it really looks good" outfit) and piling up other necessities, like the digital camera and CDs. My family is a close one, and at least once when all five of us (and now the new Bro in Law) get together... we all dance in the living room. Really. It's kind of cute... first seeing the three of us girls gettin' down with mom and dad to the Supremes and other Motown favorites. As the little dance progresses, us girls start whipping out other fun songs from our family past, like Funky Town and the Stones' Miss You. Then we start rounding up today's music to school my dad on the latest tunes.
It's gonna be a great time.
---I'm getting a bit nervous about a lunch date I have today. As these things go... I can handle them beautifully (by behaving like it's an interview, rigid and all) or I can fail miserably (because I say things before I think and get incredibly uncomfortable when there's a lull in the conversation). I prefer the latter in some respects because it's the genuine me... not the I-could cut-you-with-a -knife-because-I'm-really-Sidney-Bristow act. I guess where the lulls are concerned, I need to remind myself of what Mia says to Vincent about uncomfortable silences: "That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence."
---The Scissor Sisters CD is the next one on my list to get. It really makes me move. I was listening to it today @ the book store and I caught myself breakin' it down, wearing the earphones. Sexy or dorky, you pick. Sidebar: Lexington's Joseph Beth has one of the best lunch/brunch menus around. I had a delicious cinnamon french toast dish. Made with croissants. Stuffed with fruit. Orgasm on a plate.
---My hands, my legs, my face in fact my whole body is so, so dry. I keep slathering the lotion on the appropriate spots... but my hands look like they've been put through the ringer. My cuticles are already cracking, which is no good for my nervous habit of picking at my nails/fingers. The UK/Louisville game singlehandledly left my hands with little scabs and cut up spots around my thumbs. UK barely won, though, and I'd gladly sacrifice my hands for a win against the God forsaken Cardinals. Blech. There's this great Rosebud salve that I picked up a while back at a cute boutique here in town... it smells like roses (an instant favorite) and it's supposed to do the trick... but we'll see. I do know one thing, it does wonders for the lips.
Well. I've got to get back to my show... otherwise the anchor and the weather girl are going to have a lot of chat time... and that can be dangerous.