Hmmm. I am working on about 1.5 hours of sleep and I haven’t even reached crunch time yet…interesting.

Boring blog ahead…

Soooo…last night while the roomie Erin went out on a date…I sat around with my two cats

I had to keep busy. I thought I would relax with Big Fish, but that Ewan works me up into a hormonal frenzy of womanness.

Busy, busy must keep busy. I read the new Utne Reader, a few copies of The Hill, get out the Copyright text and decide to…scrub the kitchen floor instead…then I had to clean the windows, which led to a cleaning of the windows in my bedroom and the living room (allergies have been horrendous this week!) I hang up a few valances, played fetch with Simba cat, scratched Sasha Kittens head…did a load of laundry, and organized the entertainment center DVDs and movies. (Boy movies, TV series, Girl Movies, and Disney) Alas…tis close to 11:00. On to the dining room.

The dining room is the only room in the house left unpacked…legless furniture shoved in the corner, computer desk, bookshelves and a plethora of random boxes, many of them bedroom closet boxes and books…I found a wok and a throw pillow and the game Mastermind in one box…like I said, random. The only thing going on in this room the way it should be is my buffet table, which is set up in front of the double windows. The rest is a mess.

Why the buffet? Well you see, the other evening I decided I had to hang the curtains in the dining room because our neighbors main entranceway is situated directly outside the window…yes, at the side of the house, they have no front door. And since I have a tendency to walk around in very little clothing (a habit I will now need to break since I am no longer living alone…poor Erin!) I thought it might be appropriate to hang curtains…and they just came out of the dryer so they should have been ready to go, but no…wrinkles everywhere. And I HATE ironing. HATE HATE HATE ironing. I will hire someone, someday to do my ironing, not as a luxury, a necessity. So far in life I have been able to get by on the haphazard attempts by the $10 steamer, Downy wrinkle remover, the dryer and attempting to steam in a hot, hot sweaty shower…or I go with wrinkles. Curtains should be easy to iron? Yeah…not so much. 30 minutes later I was sick to death of the attempt to better the dining room…New goal. Hang curtains and ignore room. So, with semi-pressed curtains in hand, up I go…only to find that they are about 5 inches too short and look rather ridiculous…UNLESS you put a buffet table in front of them! Then it only looks ridiculous to the friends and family who come to visit the next side-door neighbors!

Needless to say, I have a shitload of work to do in this room tonight. I decide to concentrate on coordination. I move the legless furniture to their temporary homes on opposite sides of the room and I quickly cover them with the slipcovers. All other boxes that are for the house or me are unpacked…I push all boxes of Erin aside to the corners. Place carpet in middle of room. Throw pillows on couches. Then I set up the coffee/tea bar on the buffet table. (The kitchen is too far away from my bedroom…why have an automatic waker-upper maker if you can’t appreciate the brew-licious aroma?) Eventually I would like to get a mini refrigerator to stick underneath…to keep the cream and coffee beans close by…(saw this ditty on Trading Spaces, although their coffee bar was in the bedroom!) We need a mini refrigerator anyhow, since the one we have is one of those somewhere between 3/4 and 5/6 of the size of normal. Blah. I hate small refrigerators, we couldn’t store beer if we tried! Even on the austerity budget the damn thing is already full! Alas…

Time is now shortly after midnight. Hillary is on Letterman. I am not amused. No friends are around the computer to email. I find myself wide awake and sad. Sad sad sad. Sick to death of longing, needing, wanting and not being able to get my own way.

Erin comes home from date, I hear her walk in the dining room and say “wow!” But I am too blah to get out of bed…besides I know she will come and find me…which she does a few minutes later. We chat for quite sometime…struggling to figure out what the hell life and love is all about, really. Fair? Not always. Same conversations, same conclusions…we don’t have a clue…Erin goes off to bed and I am alone once again…

I fall asleep for a wee bit of time, but wake up…well…in one of those moods. Sad and lonely has turned into a different kind of sad and lonely. Arugh!!!!!!!!! Oh, what I would give…never mind. As my mind races from one steamy thought to another I realize it is somehow 6:00 am. The light is starting to come through the window and the birds outside are catching up with their morning gossip songs…I am utterly frustrated that I cannot sleep, so instead I get out of bed and head to the living room. I turn on the computer, float across the blogs I frequent.

I go into the lemony fresh kitchen and make blueberry muffins that’s what. No, not by scratch I wasn’t that motivated…Betty Crocker Wild Blueberry, the kind with the little can of berries inside…soooooo good! I mix em up, smiling, thinking about how good of a wifey I will be someday…I can deliver the sweets to my sweetie and then get up and make muffins! (Ahem.) Someday…someday someday someday…The little flower pot muffin pans go into the oven, coffee thrown into the pot…and walla. 7:00 and I am one happy morning person blogger. Methinks I am going to get out and stroll around the ‘hood…catch the protesters in the park, grab the lame-o Saturday news, find a table on an outside patio and do some studying. By the time I get ready to go, I bet I will be sleepy…we will see.

Good weekend to you all…

Luv, Jennifer (Jennifer is a morning person, Jen is not!)