I Don't Like Mondays

Well, ok...maybe just not the last two Mondays. Some Mondays are OK. Like next Monday is a holiday so I won't have to go to work and can sit at home for an extra day and celebrate our country's independence with bbq, fireworks and maybe a parade or two. A lot of holidays fall on Mondays giving those of us with jobs a nice 3 day weekend. Of course, it means more work the other 4 days of the week, but it is nice to extend the days of relaxing just a bit longer.

However, the past two Mondays have not been the best. Last Monday at work I was very busy, which usually makes the day go by faster so it's not so bad. But unfortunately I was busy with people not listening to me, people complaining, computers not working properly, grumpy people, and just an all around general not good day. I survived that day although it did wear me out and leave me a bit discouraged for the rest of the week. I survived that one though, had a really enjoyable weekend and went to bed last night ready to face another week of work.

First thing that happened last night was that my female cat, Elsie, jumped up on my bed, which isn't unusual for her, usually she likes to sleep with me. This time however, she jumped on the end of my bed and proceeded to do something that is usually done in her litter box. Ugh. I didn't realize she did this until around 4am this morning when I woke up with terrible cramps from my monthly visitor, (aunt flo, period, menstrual cycle) whatever you want to call it. I got up and went to sit on the end of the bed to get out my Tylenol, only to discover what she had done. Well, it had dried up pretty much by that point so that was fine. The Tylenol wasn't kicking in, so I decided to get up. At which point Elsie decides to jump on my bed again and this time urinate all over the center of it. Well, ok...now not only do I have extremely bad cramps, but now I am definitely going to have to take the day off to go wash my sheets, comforter, and whatever else I can find that she perhaps soiled overnight. So, I go to our laundromat, which is right next door to a Dunkin Donuts thinking I would get an iced coffee to enjoy while waiting. Well, there's a homeless man outside and he is literally "FOLLOWING" people who walk out of Dunkin Donuts to their cars begging for money. I decided to stay in the laundromat.

Laundry is finished. I get home (in a rain storm), and my cell phone needs to be charged, so I plug it into my computer to find that there is something wrong with my iTunes library. So now, I end up with only 26 songs on my iPhone and those are only songs I have purchased in the past 2 weeks. I also discover that MOST of my music is missing from my iTunes library. I check my hard drive which says the music is in there. But it's not. So I attempt to move my iTunes folder on my hard drive back into my iTunes library. I am still working on it. It gets in between 730 and 812 songs and then freezes. Then I have to shut down my computer, reboot and then start all over again, where it will stick at 806 this time. As Charlie Brown would say--

I would like to be resting, sleeping, enjoying this unexpected day off in my nice clean sheets but instead I am sitting on the couch, reading Bon Appetit and Travel & Leisure (wondering if I could move to the Caribbean and live off of grilled shrimp and Sriracha), and crossing my fingers that the 5th or 6th time is the charm with my iTunes library.

Sometimes I think life was a lot easier before technology. And sometimes I think life would be a lot easier without Mondays.

Munchies and Monchichi's

Once again it's been awhile and I'm not even going to come up with excuses or promise that I'll write more often, because obviously I don't write as much in here as I'd like to or as I should. I suppose I should just write when the moment feels right and not worry so much about it.

It's hot here in Chicago, been in the 90's to upper 80's most of the past 4 days now and more humid than I think I ever experienced while living in Florida. I'm not complaining though, I've spent the weekend on the couch, watching golf, grabbing things for FarmVille on Facebook and having a severe case of the munchies. Yesterday I munched on several different boxes of mini cereals, some miniature Reese's peanut butter cups, a few Tootsie Roll pops, some Entemann's doughnuts and a pint of Ben & Jerry's chocolate ice cream. It's that glorious time of the month for me and my cramps were severe yesterday which for some reason, made me extremely hungry. Today, the munchies linger, but we're out of munching food and I can't decide whether or not to get in the car myself or send Eric to the store to get potato chips, Dove chocolates with caramel and some more ice cream! I know I shouldn't be munching on any of those things, but sometimes you just have to munch.

As for the Monchichi's--I don't know why but a few months ago when Eric was rubbing my legs after a long day at work, it felt so nice that I babbled something about monchichi's. Why that came up? I don't know. Then, of course, I had to sing the whole song for him, which he had never heard...and then proceed to show him pictures of the cute and cuddly little monkey children who suck their thumbs. I don't believe I ever even owned a Monchichi of my own. It's kind of weird how some things pop back into your head after so many years. Now"MONCHICHI!" has become an exclamation of pure joy around here, and sometimes we say sad, quiet, "monchichi's" when something hurts, accompanied by a pouting lower lip.

I'm just grateful that tomorrow the cramps will be gone, the munchies will be history, and hopefully I will come up with better ideas for my blog postings than this silly nonsense. Next weekend will be our summer weekend at Ravinia. Counting Crows on Saturday and Crosby, Stills & Nash and Sunday. That should be something to write about.