And so it begins. The television season is over and I start working my way through the five stages of grief:

1. Denial-"What are you talking about, of course there's going to be a new episode of The Office on next Thursday. They would never show us a Jim/Pam kiss and then make us wait months for a resolution!"

2. Anger-"Son of a bee sting! I have to wait on pins and needles to see if Locke and Eko are alive but I can see all I want of 'So you think you can dance?' (Shannon-no way am I watching that crap-not for all the chocolate-covered pretzels in the world)

3. Bargaining-"Look here ABC, you give me a sneak peek at some Grey's Anatomy episodes and I'll make it worth your while."

4. Depression-"Why have you forsaken me?












5. Acceptance-"Oh well, I guess I have to get a life sometime. At least I've always got One Life to Live. Is there nothing that soap operas can't fix?!"


I realize only Josie and AM will be able to appreciate the following but I was walking down the street yesterday and "From a Distance" came on the radio. I was having such a hard time controlling myself that I started tearing up from all the effort to keep from laughing hysterically. Oh yes, God is watching us.


I'll be at the beach with the fam this week (and more importantly with this little beauty----->) so no blogging for a while, although that's really nothing new right? Then it's off to Chapel Hill where my pal Lauren will finally make an honest man out of Brian at what is sure to be a beautiful wedding. Lauren, if you still read this, CONGRATULATIONS!! I hope you like my present!


P.S.-Shannon, don't let my mom's comments on the last blog freak you out. It's just the written equivalent of her cat voice. As far as I know, she has no immediate plans to kidnap Baxter. But just to be safe, you may want to consider installing a security system.

I got some constructive criticism from an anonymous source (although I can say that we emerged from the same womb and it wasn't Matthew-any guesses?) that the specifics of my lunch routine don't exactly qualify as late-breaking news. Fair enough-after all, only my belly can really appreciate a restaurant's renewed devotion to creamy goat cheese.

How's this for earth-shattering news that everyone can enjoy. I just found out that one of the interns in my office graduated high school with John Krasinski, who plays loveable Jim on The Office and is, unbeknownst to him, my TV boyfriend.


After interrogating her on when she was going to introduce us (no seriously, WHEN!), she said that their 10-year reunion is coming up next year. So you all know what I'll be doing next summer in Newton, MA. I don't care how it happens but I have to meet Jim. That's right, the character on tv not the actual person.

Hmm, I guess that news is also only really relevant to me. I'm starting to feel a bit self-centered here......Eh, I'm good with that.

Still no apartment pictures but as soon as my parents come up this weekend and bring back some of the stuff that's crowding up the joint I'll have them up!

After some review, it's clear this blog has taken on a decidedly Seinfeldian tone, what with all the attention to the excruciating minutiae of my everyday life. So why change things now? Some of the blogs I read focus on important current events, like the horrendous immigration bill or the tanking of the GOP. What is this entry about: my lunch. The most exciting part of my week was discovering that one of my favorite lunch places, after a too-long boycott, is back on the list of yummy eateries. My favorite meal was pasta with marinara and goat cheese (of course!) and all of a sudden they switched from the creamy, delicious goat cheese that melts like butter to some crappy version that melts like mozarella cheese and it was total crap! Thankfully they recently came to their senses and switched back. I think we can all rest a little easier at night now, right? I know I can.

What, you weren't impressed with that? It's not like I'm trying to recreate the Da Vinci Code here. Not that I read that. I try to stay away from anything that I see in the hands of more than 50% of metro riders.

Hey, guess what! I kind of have a real job now. I'm going to all these meetings out of the office and learning stuff and crap. Lately I've been to a bunch of things where there were Congressmen/women present and it's no wonder they get a God complex. Seemingly normal, well-adjusted people turn into blubbering sycophants when they see one. It's not like they're having a Jared Leto sighting or anything. Now that would be something!!

For my fellow Dukies: I had dinner with Christina tonight (though she'll always be Xena to me). She's working on her PhD and putting us all to shame. Xena, feel free to address your public in the comments section.

That's about it. I'll put up pictures of my new place when it starts looking presentable and not like something out of the lower 9th Ward. Too soon for a Katrina joke??

Finally, a big shout out to Shannon. She's making her way back to the great state of Georgia this weekend. She'll be sipping sweet tea in no time. Drive safe: don't be a hero! Baxter, you are my little gentleman.

Edited to add: I almost had to bitch slap someone last night, which is when I originally typed this post. For some reason it wasn't posting and it was 11:30 and I was close to hurtling the computer out the window. Luckily I was able to recover the post and put it up this morning because, as I now live alone again, the only person around to bitch slap is me!