It's been a crazy week. We went out for dinner last night because neither one of us was going to cook. Temel, if you are ever in Fairfax, VA for whatever reason make a point to go to Temel. It's next to the Poodle Palace in a little strip mall that I always forget is there. I think it's Afghani food. Lots of lamb and yogurt involved. Yummy.
I've got lots on my mind as I slowly lift my head out of this morning's fog. Like I said it's been a crazy week so maybe I will do this chronologically.
I would love to congratulate my pseudo-brother and sister-in-law on their newly hatched baby girl, Isabella. She was born on Sunday, a tad early but was still over six pounds. I can't wait to meet her.
Also on Sunday I went to my friend's for knitting group. Da Man ended up making all of the bits to the Lemon Layer Cake, I just constructed it. We do work well as a team. Before I set out to play with yarn I did some laundry and found another puddle in the basement, well long story short the kitchen drain was leaking somewhere deep in the wall. So when I came home I found a small demo site in the basement and was told the kitchen sink is off limits until Da Man could fix it. At this point he had ruled out the easy places and knew it was it the wall behind the sink, under the counter, behind the plastered wall. Yuck.
So My Dearest fixed that on Tuesday, he replaced the pipe and all is go. Tuesday I also found out that I needed to go to Annapolis for two consecutive days for work. Me driving to Annapolis was fine, but the commute bites the big one.
See, I have three choices of routes.
Bad Route A, the path of least resistance:
Get on the Beltway heading South right into the construction on the Wilson Bridge and where all the roads here seem to meet up and flip off the jerk who nearly took my bumper off because he couldn't wait until the solid line became dotted to cross over into my lane.
Really Bad Route B: Drive straight through DC (thank God I didn't because on Wednesday Constitution Avenue was shut down in both directions because of an accident) and sit for every stop light known to man.
Icky Gross Route C: Drive around the top of the Beltway going in the direction of most commuters and drive no faster than a crawl in traffic while crying.
I felt like it was a good idea to take my camera for the ride. Yes, I know driving and photography don't mix, so just because I did it doesn't mean you should -- just say I felt entitled and my speed was WAY LESS than the suggested posted speed limit because I was on the Beltway in morning rush hour traffic. Only the Police and Fire go the suggested speed.
It was an ugly hour and those lines of white light on the left side is the oncoming traffic from two major roads merging, full of people who sit in this stuff everyday to go to work. No wonder there is so much road rage. Sprawl is bad, m'kay?
But once I got to Annapolis it was so pretty there -- minus their street signs. Good Lord, would it kill the State of Maryland to use some proper signs. Since Annapolis is all historic and crap they switch between white and green street signs and that's only if they use them. I'm sorry but you will find yourself on a road and say -- What road is this? Where's the sign? You come up to an intersection that is signless and mutter many a bad oath about the crappy State of Maryland and their no good signs.
Here was my "office" for two days:
I really enjoyed this meeting. The people were nice, the discussion and topics were fascinating as well as important. I even met a Yup 'ik Eskimo from Barrow, Alaska. These folks still live off of the land up there, which well, is the Arctic Sea. They hunt for and still live off of the whales and other sea critters.
Can I just say the Loews Hotel had the skankiest bathroom!! The floor looked as though it hadn't been mopped since the day they installed it. Eeeeww. If I had dropped something in there I would not have pick it up regardless of its importance to me. I would have abandoned it and the germs it accumulated. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.
So came Friday. Friday just sucked. I hated the people, the place and my mood was right foul, but I got free parking. It was their First Symposium on some really dull shit and they were clueless and full of themselves and their staff was made up of college students who could care less and it made my job very difficult. Just speak into the microphone, don't cough into the microphone and please do use the microphone.
It was very hard to deal with people yesterday -- just say I spent the day finding ways to get fired but somehow managed to keep those urges under control. There was lots of muttering to myself. So after coming home Da Man and I went out for dinner at Temel and I was in bed by 8:30 PM.
I did mange to knit a few rows on my shawl do-hickey Wednesday, but the loom has sat quiet all week. I might get some time this weekend to remedy that.
Tonight we are going to our friends for a cook off. It's been an ongoing battle for probably 10 years with these people. I've only been involved for six now. Each time three people are chosen to cook a theme and are given three must have ingredients and it's great to see what they come up with. It's an evening of food and fun.
I will leave you with one last thing:
This teabag squeezer was probably one of the dumbest things I ever bought (thank you very much Crate and Barrel), but now I find myself lost without it. I thought of this and laughed while I searched frantically for it this morning.