The Year of the Kitchen-Aid Stand Mixer

I commented to Diana this morning: So, this is what it's like to be a happy, self-actualizing adult. Sweet.

Love this post from metroblogging minneapolis. And agree about Sven. I'd even share custody if he'd just come to my desk, tell me about the weather, and then just sit here looking adorable.

This just in: It's January 8th and I'm going to jog the trail behind my office building over lunch today. (Because honestly, I need to get started on these fitness goals for the year, but I am afraid to go back to the gym this month... at least until people have calmed down about their new year's resolutions and all...)

Yesterday I adapted my brilliant (late) Grandma Marian's blueberry buckle recipe. It worked well. I celebrated by serenading myself with a rousing rendition of, Damn, It Feels Good to be a Baker (sang to the tune of Damn, It Feels Good to be a Gangsta, of Office Space fame.) I'm not sure how my incredibly proper grandmother feels about looking down at her granddaughter from heaven to see her ghetto-rapping about a blueberry dessert. Though I'd like to think she's proud.

Speaking of goals, I found this niftiness thanks to one of the blogs I read... tracking my steps to getting to my goal (opening the cabin on Memorial Day in a bikini), at least fitness-wise.

I had the delightful, and oft-forgotten, pleasure, of a steaming-hot, hour and a half long bath last night, all while reading a bit more of Infinite Jest. There might be more enjoyable things than stewing in a bubbly bath for the better part of a late winter evening, reading some stellar fiction... but I cannot think of any right now.

Mason Jennings, how I love this:

Look at me now
I'm all dressed up in your words today
Do you think about me
What do you think about me
And if it comes down
It's still about the sweet little things you say
After all that i've run from,
Where the fuck did you come from
Butterfly, baby i still have my doubts about you 'cause
Butterfly, 'cause i can't find nothing bad about you and
Butterfly, you mess me up you made my heart double beat and
Butterfly, i don't know how it is you got inside of me
But you're in there now
Oh you're in there now, you're in there now
You made me yours
With your lovely cures
And life is life
I don't why it is i do things like this
After all that i've come from
You're the woman i should run from
Butterfly, baby i still have my doubts about you 'cause
Butterfly, 'cause i can't find nothing bad about you and
Butterfly, you mess me up you made my heart double beat and
Butterfly, i don't know how it is you got inside of me

(I'm in a mighty good mood, it being Monday and all.)