Betty Crocker is (almost) back, biatches!

See, I made coffee this afternoon. But having good, straight up coffee (not a latte or anything) always makes me long for donuts or coffee cake. Pretty sure I was a cop in another life. Thus, I got the urge so I made some cinnamon streusel muffins. They were...are pretty tasty. Not perfect; my Betty skills need some refreshing but this was good practice. Besides, the fact that I had all the ingredients on hand goes a long way to making me happy.

Anyway, taking a trip in the way-back machine to this morning...

I was up and OUT OF BED at 9. I had my eggos and smoothie and sat on the couch with my book. I really thought about going back to bed but I knew I wanted to make it to noon yoga. So, around 10:30 I did some chores and got ready and went to class. It is only an hour on Thursdays but it was plenty, esp after last night.

After class, I found the library. Got my card and some stuff. Four CDs--two Frank Sinatra, one Louis Armstrong and one Billie Holliday (thanks to my latest obessesion with jazz). A book too--Under the Banner of Heaven. I own a copy but I loaned it to someone when we were friends last year but we aren't friends anymore because she is a psycho self-centered moron and it's not worth dealing with her to get it back.

(Side note: Ana knows this person but for Gwen's sake...this girl thought she was bi for awhile but broke up with her girlfriend to be with this guy who she'd been stringing along as a "friend." He is totally in love with her and refuses to see any of her faults. Bottom line, I'm no longer friends with either of them. But the best part? Her bi-ex-gf decided to prostitute herself out on Craigslist and got preggers! Seriously. I couldn't make this stuff up.)

After library, I went to the post office (stamps) and Jimmy Johns (lunch). They are right by each other and it was nice, albeit brief and windy, stroll across the parking lot between the two.

I at my sandwich at home and laid down on the couch after...tired...but I was so cold! So I took a hot bath and made the coffee. Which brings me to the beginning of the post and the muffins. :)

Yes, more gym clothes is a must for me. When you have to wash out one of your two sports bras and two of your four pairs of workout capris in your kitchen sink so you can keep going to the gym without doing an entire load of laundry...you need more stuff. In my defense, I have worked out five days in a row this week. Since I only re-wear bras (never shorts, pants, tees or tanks) you can see my problem. I think another bra and pair of capris should do it. However, I'm not investing in another pair of padded cycling shorts because I only go to spinning once a week. I prefer the underwire sports bras (necessary when you are, um, well endowed) but Target and most department stores don't sell them. It requires a trip to a running store or the like. It's on the list to look for whenever Ana and I make our trip for new shoes. Maybe this weekend? Hint hint A...I promise not to spontaneously go out of town for the whole weekend this time!

As for my mom...it's a strange relationship. We do things together...dinner, gym occassionally, shop. But it's still very much a mother-daughter relationship. We don't talk about guys or shop for clothes. Instead we talk about the family and general things. I have a friend who wants her mom in the delivery room when she gives birth. Umm...ewww. No thanks. My mom and I will never be like that. NEVER.We aren't friends. That would be awkward because she's my mom.

In the spirit of our discussion on volunteering, I've signed up to do some. It's two hours next Tuesday night sorting food donated to the food bank. It's a UW alumni thing but I'm going by myself (read: I'm not going with a friend although it's possible I'll know someone there). I'm headed up north on Wednesday for Easter weekend and to help my mom work on refinishing her kitchen cabinets (for pay, of course). I'm letting you in advance that I'll try to blog via email but I can't promise I'll have anything awesome to report.

Alas, I've reached the point of the day where I'm bored. I've done all the things I planned to and have no other pressing obligations or places to go. Gwen, I wish we lived in the same place! We could play games or something lame that's free, you know? In the meantime, I have no idea what I'm going to do. I can't play a game with myself. Oops. "That's what she said." Anyone have suggestions? I mean, if I don't come up with anything, I might actually watch the final episode of ER which would suck. Though it might be worth it just to make sure it is well and truly dies, you know?

For reals, guys. I'm bored!

k.

PS-Gwen, I will be on your butt tomorrow about those job apps. I will txt you and email you and blog you and call you until you hate me!!!!