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When annoyed by constant desk visitors, simply play Van Halen's "Panama" repeatedly at top volume.* No one in their right mind can stand there and listen to it - works like a charm! Passive aggressive? Me? * Yes, this idea was taken from an episode of the Drew Carey Show

From up the wooden hill:

As the end of my commuter existence nears and intown-living's return is within sight, I decided to make yet another small change in how I live my life: going grocery bag-less. It started as I fumed my way through traffic from work to TJ's. While checking out, I realized that I didn't lug as many groceries per trip as I used to (more fresh food/ less packaged food = trips more often). It's a manageable amount for someone to, say, bring her own reusable bags. Ding ding ding! That someone could be me! I had already made the switch when IKEA started asking people to buy their reusable giant blue bag to shop there, so I figured this would be an easy transition. In addition to that one, I got myself a handy insulated tote from TJ's for cold items, plus a cute cloth bag from bean blossom goods on etsy. All three are large enough to hold more than a week's worth of groceries, fold up easily to be kept in my car's trunk, and are, most importantly, reusable. Brian laughed off the idea as silly, but even though it's something small and probably not going to make an earth-shatteringly amount of difference, it will be a difference. To me. And I'm pretty happy about it.

My trip to Orlando this past weekend was an especially fun one. My gorgeous, itsy-bitsy niece is now a bonafide 1-year old. She's walking running and babbling already. Included in her standard gifts of mostly clothes and toys were some baby tattoos and a string bikini from moi. They grow so fast - *sniff*. Brian also accompanied me (voluntarily!) and met the whole family. He got a very enthusiastic ten thumbs-up from them, especially little Jordin who thought he played very well with others. I even got to show him some old stomping grounds, where I went to college, and where I drank after classes to survive grad school. We also got to see Louis before he graduated and escaped from Orlando for good. There's something to be said about the feeling of "home" when you're completely ensconced in that familiar comfort. No pretenses, no expectations, but just the feeling of walking into a space where you can just be yourself. It was great to be back home, surrounded the most important people in my life.

I just landed in Snorelando. Bleh.