What an odd week. It began with my judge gone (vacation at a dude ranch, seriously) and causing me to float, covering 2-3 courtrooms a day, with a holiday smack in the middle of the week, a par-tay on the rooftop with boyfriend, friends and coworkers to watch fireworks, my judge finally returning today, and ends with a funeral tomorrow. Some other oddities:
– met up with my childhood friend Lily and her husband Arnold for dinner on Monday at Market City Caffe in Brea, one of my favorite Italian joints, and had Crepes Suzette (butter, powdered sugar, orange zest, orange syrup, Grand Marnier, a la mode) at a new crepes joint on the same street for dessert. Spent the $30 giftcard I’ve had for 2-3 years at the annual sale of Bed, Bath & Beyond.
– at the gym on Monday, I was entering my stats on the elliptical trainer as I began my workout, and when it asked for my age, I had to put in 31 for the first time. How official it felt.
– I only worked out Monday and Tuesday since Wednesday was the holiday, didn’t do it Thursday cuz after driving to the gym, parking, and going around the car to get my workout bag, I realized I’d left my shoes and socks at home. The one thing you can’t just buy a quickie replacement for at the gym. Today, Mr. W talked me out of gymming at lunch cuz he didn’t feel like it, so we met up for Lee’s Sandwiches instead. But we did just return from a 3.25 mile run just now. He’s at the pool to cool off and I’m sitting here blogging in sweaty running clothes.
– I have a headache from my ears being so cold from the run, and uterine cramps from PMS.
– I actually sorted and did laundry this week. I didn’t complete The Laundry Project as after presorting, turned out I had 9 piles/loads of clothes to wash, but I did get approximately halfway done. The categories left to wash and dry and put away are handwash delicates, reds, regular lights, rough-and-tumble lights, and regular darks. I’d already done sheets, delicate lights, delicate darks, and rough-and-tumble darks. (What OCD? I really have that many clothes that need washing. Nearly a full load each category! That’s how much I hate and procrastinate on laundry.)
– James came by yesterday as I was working on The Laundry Project and brought my birthday present. He’d complained that I was taking too long retrieving it, as it was taking up too much space on his desk at work. Why was it at work instead of home, you ask? Because he has no room in his house for this, he said. He did indeed hand me a gargantuan wrapped box that should really be housing a 32″ TV from the 80s (i.e., NOT flat screen), and I told him it better not contain a life-size fully animated interactive electronic bust of a mountain gorilla. Mr. W and I had bought that from The Sharper Image for Mr. W’s brother for Christmas, and it was so lifelike it scared the bejezus out of people walking by the kitchen, where it was sitting all disembodied on the counter. It even broke my heart when everyone was playing Guitar Hero in the living room and it was lonely by itself in the kitchen, and would let out these sad elongated coos. But James reassured me that it did not contain any gorilla parts. Instead, I tore into the box to find…a big heavy coil of garden hose! Woohoo! And a new Zaino spray polish product, plus a new Zaino polishing pad. I had to laugh. Both the Accord and IS350 sitting in my garage are filthy, and my singular excuse for not doing something about it had been, “I don’t have a hose, I’ll have to wait till I go to my parents’/Mr. W’s/James’ house to wash cars together.” So much for that. The box is now a nice cat toy for Dodo in the living room.
– James and I had mall food for dinner last nite after he brought over my hose, since I was craving a particular little French cafe in the Brea Mall. I think it’s called the Le Diplomat Cafe. Afterwards, I finally spent the $50 gift certificate to Pottery Barn that college roommie Diana gave me for my bday in 2003. Met the most computer-unsavvy chick I’d seen since the 80s, and she was our age, so no excuse! We had to explain AOL vs. SBC Global DSL Internet Service to her. She was paying for both at $49/mo each. And she didn’t know what we meant by “uninstall AOL.” So she begged James to help her and he nicely gave her a business card, telling her to call if she “really, really can’t find anyone else.” She was cute, too. Too bad she’s married. (For James, I mean.)

So aside from the yet-to-come funeral of my coworker’s mother tomorrow morning, that concludes my irregular week in a (rather oversized) nutshell.