ex(PR)essed

There’s been some conversation among those I love about my complete lack of interest in blogging lately. I wish I had a good explanation, but I don’t. It seems like I don’t have the attention span for it. I also haven’t been reading. Go figure. Maybe I developed A.D.D. over the holidays?

Anywho, I was thinking about a few random things and thought I would share. (I’m going to create a “things I’m thinking about category” because I’m afraid this will be the extent of the blogging that I’m capable of for awhile.)

On Tuesday night, I made dinner for me and Jeff. It took about 90 minutes to make/bake and about 12 minutes to eat. Something just seems wrong with those time proportions.

In eight sleeps, we leave for Florida. My parents are leaving tomorrow to drive to Indian Shores, a beach community near Clearwater for two weeks. We’ll leave next Friday to join them for a few days. We can hardly wait. It seems like this has been the longest, coldest winter on record, and a little sun and surf can’t come soon enough.

I love that I work with a good friend who completely knows what I’m thinking (even when it’s evil!) without me having to say a word.

I’ve been listening to NPR a lot lately. XPN throughout the work day and news on the way home. I don’t feel any smarter, but I do know some interesting trivia about the housing market in Manassas, Virginia. (Go ahead…ask me sometime.)

I tried Pho soup again last week, and I loved it. It had been several years since my experiences with it at the Vietnamese restaurant in downtown Harrisburg with the PLCM girls, and there was always a spice in it that haunted me. Now I realize that I don’t care much for cilantro, and at the Vietnamese restaurant we were at on Friday, the cilantro was an add-on. I loved the soup without it (but with plenty of sprouts, hoisson sauce, and some hot sauce). Yeah!

I’m really tired of hearing Billy Joel and Elton John songs on the radio. I propose that radio stations give up those two artists for Lent and give us all a break. They have to be the most overplayed artists of all time.

I prefer black pens to blue pens, but I use a blue pen at work so that my edits stand out. I can’t bear to use red, except when it’s specifically requested.

The qualities in people I’m most valuing these days: organization, sincerity, humor.