went to the doctor today, for a check up. really it was an introductory meeting because my doctor had to leave the practice. she told me she had to get a job. (at kaiser.) she had just had her second baby and she needed a job where it would be OK if she called in sick.

so anyway, i went to meet my (maybe) new doctor today. she was nice enough. (i really loved my old doctor. she'd come into the exam room and sit down and chat with me before she'd look in my ears. sometimes we'd sit there and chat for so long i'd get nervous about her other patients who were waiting.)

back to today. she asked more questions than any other doctor has ever asked me. i started to feel nervous. really, i had no issues or complaints. at one point she said, "i don't know what i really do for you, you seem healthy." and then she asked me 9,000 more questions. she was looking for something to help me with, or a drug to prescribe. i had nothing for her. in the end she ordered some lab work. for cholesterol and stuff like that. i felt so anxious when i left. is it normal for a 34-year old woman to get lab work? is she worried about me for some reason i don't know? my nervous nature needs a doctor who brushes things off, who shrugs and tells me i'm silly. or maybe someone in the middle. today's doctor was too gloom and doom.

on another note. ici. holy f'in amazing. the chartreuse chocolate is ridiculously delicious. i know this to be true because i just polished off nearly a 1/2 pint. or maybe more.

pajama jeans

wtf? pajama jeans.

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monica bielanko is funny.

portlandia

tonight we watched portlandia, a new series starring fred armison, from snl and carrie brownstein, from sleater-kinney. i

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if you've not tried bittersweet's chocolate, you're missing out.

my day was going just swell until about 3:30 this afternoon when i started sneezing and sniffling a bit. all of a sudden, on the way home, i suddenly had a full blown cold. let me paint a picture: my nose is like a faucet. as one of my facebook friends from elementary school posts in her status updates, oh, about every other day, FML.

i think this is the 5th cold i've had since october. ollie started preschool in october and i blame ollie for this cold. he had it first and the kid has shit for manners. he keeps sneezing in my face.


my head is too congested to think of a clever way to transition into this. so, changing subject, moving right along:


i don't subscribe to gwyneth paltrow's "goop," but after reading beth spotswood's and crummy mummy's commentary about the same newsletter, i think i want to start. because i like to torture myself.

nighty night.

bed

when we lived in san francisco, we never finished decorating our bedroom. it was the last room in the house and it was like we got too tired to go on. and maybe, that was it. i was pregnant and not super motivated and then ollie arrived and we never gave it another thought.

now i have plans for our room. it includes, a headboard, more pillows, a chair of some sort (for all the reading i don't do anymore) and maybe even a bedskirt. (do beds still wear skirts these days? and also, is it bedskirt or bed skirt? i googled it and it's both ways.)

anyway, here's our comforter:

you can find it at anthropologie. i found ours at jeremys for a fraction of what we would've paid at anthropologie.

i'm liking these pillows:

pillows from here.