I want to get cookied.

Sorry, Textamerica. For the hate mail.

I just realized that the reason I can't see photos from Textamerca on my blog really has nothing to do with Textamerica at all. I think it's a setting on my laptop. I'm not sure WHAT setting, but I just put two and two together that I can see them at home, and not at work.

Finally

I heard on the radio this morning, an advertisement for a car, called an MAV, "Multi Activity Vehicle". Finally a car that someone like me, with no "sport" in her life, can relate to. With a MAV, I could easily go grocery shopping, to and from work, to the post office, without feeling the pressure of being athletically inclined in any way.

Todd and I opened a joint checking account yesterday. Or rather, he joined my account. This should be interesting. We can't find time to sit down and update our budget, get financially organized. It's driving me crazy.

I worked from home yesterday with the intention of churning out three proposals and doing a stupid analysis of a client's Web site reports...Those stupid reports took me all day long (I didn't even take time to shower) and I still didn't get them done. I have three deadlines for tomorrow and am feeling a lot of anxiety because of it. That's why I'm ending this post now and getting back to work.

Hasta.

Also.

I just clicked over to Jessie's blog and read that she dealt with car crap all weekend, too. Then I read further to see that she'd seen a good movie. This reminded me of something else we did this weekend:

We watched Crash, the movie. On DVD.

This was the best movie I've seen in a very long time. However, it was the most disturbing and gut-wrenching movie I've seen since American History X, or something like that.

There were about three times that I looked at Todd and said, "I don't think I can finish the movie...I can't handle it." But I made it through. And I was glad for it. Everyone should see it.

Weekend was good.

Todd and I went to his boss' house on Friday night for dinner and games. Todd is so competitive, even more so than me. I hope his boss' husband didn't think we were freaks. Dinner was good, they're really nice people. But they don't game like we game.

Saturday we got up and got some cleaning done around the apartment (laundry...we started our week today without ANY dirty laundry, and I can't tell you how good that feels.) Thankfully we got a lot done, because the rest of the day and evening was spent buying a car. Not that it was an unpleasant car buying experience. Really, it was the easiest one so far. We bought a Hyundai Sonata and really like it. Good gas mileage, great payments, good warranty. We're supposed to take it in tonight to have it detailed (they didn't have a chance to do it before we left) and I'm going to talk to them about exchanging my car for something smaller and more gas-efficient. Of course, I "exchanged" early on my last one, which is why I'm in the situation I'm in now. We'll see how it goes. I hate cars.

I made dinner last night. While I've made dinner since we've been married, this felt like our first "dinner". We actually ate it at the table, and the food was actually put into serving dishes. There wasn't a TV in the room. It was actually pretty tasty. A roasted pork tenderloin with carmelized onions and golden raisins. Garlic-rosemary new potatoes, and green beans with sliced almonds. Two issues with this mean: I smelled like onions and garlic (which later just smells like B.O.) for the rest of the evening, and those onions and all that garlic...makes my tummy hurt. Made my tummy hurt at 3:41 am this morning. Ughh.

Back to work. I have an afternoon chock full of meetings. Joy.