i'd rather...

as you know, i have been confined to my (mom's) couch since monday afternoon... i literally have not left this house in days. cabin fever: check! there's only so much sudoku i can play, law and order reruns i can watch and websites i can visit (believe me, i've seen 'em all). so, i have decided to use my vast imagination with the assistance of visual aids from google images to travel far far away from the comforts of this living room.

i have slimmed down the list of places i would rather be right now from 48237 to a mere 4... it would've been 3, but seeing as how i have a really bad case of the "evens" (a self-diagnosed disorder in which one struggles with the idea of odd numbers) and i couldn't just choose 2.

first up is a little nugget of heaven right in the heart of the French Quarter... Cafe Du Monde in New Orleans. i have a weakness (okay, that's a serious understatement)... sick obsession is more like it, with sweets and coffee. what better place to get my fix than a shop that specializes in beignets ( a yummy deep fried dough pastry loaded with powdered sugar) and cafe au lait (fancy french speak for coffee with milk).

OMG! is your mouth salivating? are you contemplating booking a flight RIGHT NOW to NOLA? i can almost hear the toe tapping jazz music making its way through the busy streets of New Orleans and i can almost taste the artery-clogging goodness of fried and sugared deliciousness. mmmmm.... dying! for those of you out there who lack such a detailed imagination (its not always good thing to be able to vision all these wonderful things)... they do sell cafe du monde's signature chicory coffee and beignet mix online at www.cafedumonde.com and just a suggestion: buy in bulk.

.... sit tight for desperate destination #2.... because, well, i am lazy and like to keep you in suspense.

the most beautiful sight in the world

For some, it is a new born baby, for others it would be a sinking sun on a colorful horizon, while many would say David Beckham in Armani underwear.... but for me, the most gorgeous, heart palpitating vision is the crisp white cup laced with signature green and black font known as a Starbucks Venti. I know what you're thinking, your life is very very sad ... and in fact, it may be, however, nothing makes me smile like the sight of overpriced, delicious, ridiculously descriptive coffee drink. My weakness is a venti skim misto with 2 Splenda, 2 Sugar in the Raw and a dash of cinnamon (i am so annoying) .... what's your poison?

Eat, Sleep, Pee... my life in a nutshell

So, yesterday I underwent my very first "surgery." Sorry to disappoint, it wasn't lipo, rhinoplasty or any other type of note-worthy alteration. Just a bunion. Yes, thats right, I said bunion. And yes, I am a young woman of my - ahem... late twenties. I have been instructed to "take it easy" for the next week. Translation: no work for 7 amazing days!! This surgery was scheduled about 7 months ago, so I have been strategically planning my every move, or lack thereof. I have made arrangements with my mom to stay at her house and utilize all her technological luxuries, like cable and wireless internet (i know, i must be the last person on earth that does not have these - i am amish). I purposely did not watch any television these last few weeks in anticipation of a plush couch and TiVo. I am never a planner, except when it comes to planning for inactivity.

My mobility has been limited to couch- bathroom-kitchen-bed. Under normal circumstances, this would be no problem whatsoever, seeing as how I am THEE laziest person on the planet (no shame here). But for some reason, ever since I returned to my couch/throne after said surgery, I have been anything but lazy. All of a sudden, I have "things" to do. WHAT?! I never have things to do, much less things that need or will get immediate attention. Obviously this new take-charge attitude is somewhat disturbing not only to me, but those who know me.

I will fully admit to taking advantage of those willing to do my bidding- 99% of the time its either forced or brought on by a serious guilt trip- a skill learned at a young age. So, you must imagine my concern when out of nowhere, I am feeling bad about asking for help. I can't help with the dishes, the laundry, or even climbing stairs to grab my latest copy of US Weekly. Being an invalid isn't nearly as much fun as I thought it would be. In fact, this sucks. I can't even fathom going 6 more days like this! Already I have been up and about (as much as I possibly can be) working. You heard me - WORKING- on real stuff, not just my pursuit of trivial celebrity gossip or new cupcake recipes. I have been making legitimate business phone calls and preparing proposals for potential vendors. Shocking, I know. I have managed to even surprise myself. I also figured that now is as good a time as any to start my blog... I just have to make a few calls to tell people to actually read it. I intend on keeping up with entries, seeing as how I have little else to do in my gimp state. This blog also prevents me from falling back into my love affair with daytime soap operas- there was this one summer during college when I didn't have a job and lived my life by ABC's afternoon line-up.

UGH! I have to get up again- I love coffee, but man! i have to pee like every five seconds- I've said it before and I'll say it again, I could really use a bed pan- *hint hint* Wish me luck on my 24 step limping journey.

Stay tuned, kids... my life is boring and it makes me feel better to know that you're reading about it. (probably forced, but reading nonetheless.)