Big Butt, Charcoal Trench

I don’t envy folks in Michigan with the 90+ degree heat, but everything’s not sunshine and roses here, either. Just thought I’d let you know…I’m in Ireland: This morning, for the first time, I took 1hr to get ready. I showered (I usually do that before I go to bed), I blow-dryed my hair (I never do that!) and hey, I had breakfast! It was strange and foreign, and it left me in a weird place for my walk to work.

On my 20minute walk, I stopped to consider what I usually think about. Have you ever done that? Here’s what I thought about, which was a pretty average morning so far as thoughts go:

-About the rain: My hair is getting poofier by the minute.
-About the headlines: Hundreds of kittens killed every week in Galway! FOR SHAME! [this really riled me up]
-About the Luas ride: I have to stare at the floor, because it’s too full and otherwise I have nowhere to look without people thinking I’m looking at them. But this way, I look like a girl who’s staring at the floor.
-About the girl walking in front of me: Is my butt that small? Is my butt smaller? My butt is not that small. How do I get my butt that small? I should do lunges tonight when I watch Big Brother.
-About the hill: I hate this effing hill.
-About the elevator: I should have taken the stairs. That’s how to make my butt smaller.

So….it wasn’t that eventful. But at that hour, those are the most educated thoughts a person can have. No one is at their best in the morning…except maybe morning people [ahem, Amber]. You weirdos!

Anyway, this weekend was a little slow. Too slow maybe to write about. The weather didn’t really hold up, so for most of it I stayed in the flat and watched really bad Euro TV. EXCEPT, I started watching Jamie Oliver’s new show “Jamie at Home” which is fantastic. FANTASTIC! Jamie walks around his huge grounds on his English Countryside estate and cooks wherever he pleases. Sometimes if he doesn’t have a grill he just digs a little trench and fills it with charcoal and puts a cake rack on top. BOOM! Grill. Anyway, his house is gorgeous and his gardens are gorgeous and the whole thing just got me craving home-ownership, bigtime. I’ll just walk around my backyard with Alice, my great dane, and she will dig some holes and I will fill them with charcoal and cook some stuff and people will hate coming over because they’ll always be stepping in old charcoal trenches and they’ll wonder if their dinner was cooked on a stove or in the dirt.
This is Jamie eating food on a car (why was this picture taken?)

So Saturday I went to the shops and bought a pair of brown leather ankle boots that were €150 down to €15. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? I wore them out Saturday night to Café en Seine with Lotta and her friends…and paid dearly for it the next day, when I could barely hobble to the sofa without crying. But they are smokin’ hot!

And honestly, that’s about it. I holed up yesterday and did some cleaning and cooked some food and hung around. This week I’m looking forward to Fiona coming over on Thursday and getting ready for Paris next weekend.

For those of you who do bebo, I am officially bebo’d. KTomkie. For those of you without a bebo…..you’re sooo American! (JKJK!!)