what do YOU see.

some may look at this

and simply see your

typical

plastic baby-laden

bingo board

at your

local babycakes

bingo night.

i see something deeper.

unity?

opportunity?

promise?

maybe.

anticipation

of the

impending

sugar high?

bingo!

this is 20/20.

it's so tired in here.

and i still have lots to DO!

i mean for work.

and for life.

LIFE!

but first i will make some tea.

or maybe i will finish this

coldish coffee.

will's parents came

and stayed with us last night.

love them.

we went to

bed bath and beyond.

and then

went for mexican food.

i think i have

a problem with salt.

well, as in -

i heart the salt

as much as slug hates it.

love it on the chips.

love it on the rims of my glasses.

(though then it gets in my

eyes - but i don't care!)

i kid.

i don't wear glasses.

i love it on chocolate

and on the tip of my finger.

ok, this sounds like a problem.

but it's not really.

i don't carri a shaker in

my purse or anything.

though i used to steal a

few coffee beans from

giant or "the giant"

as nani would call it.

and carri THOSE in my

pocket because they

smelled SOOO GOOD.

so we got the chips

and ordered a round of

margaritas.

meaning one for me.

and a virgin one for

mama in law.

and i drank mine

fast - sooooo good.

and then i was jazzed!

i wanted to talk

about

factory farming industry!

and church dances!

and the electric car!

and speed reading!

and carpal tunnel!

but i also really wanted to try

and listen into the

convo of the

gilmore gal sitting behind me.

and i wanted to go to sleep.

and i also ALSO really

wanted another margarita.

(top shelf! well, not quite

but almost top.

like second shelf.)

but i refrained.

and dinner was really delish.

and we had a fun time.

and i am hungover because

i get hungover just by

looking at alcohol these days.

oh theeeese days.

especially when i am

not wearing my glasses.

gotcha!

am.

i.

talking.

cooking blog.

i baked the cookies.

and the recipe called for

ONE egg

and

ONE egg yolk.

so i separated the

egg yolk from the white

and was about to

pour the white

down the drain

as i usually do.

(i mean AFTER

i slather some

around my eyes to

'prevent crows feet.'

little trick the momz taught

me when i was 8 -

take it and run.

first one's free.)

but then i thought to myself:

wait - people DO things

with egg whites.

i mean, i have ORDERED

eggs whites at restaurants.

so there must

be something i can DO with

this thing.

maybe i could save

for morning.

i mean lately i have been

having a couple of

eggs every morning.

i whisk them in a bowl.

nuke 'em for 2 min.

bam!

scrambled eggs.

scrape them out of the bowl,

put some salt and pepper.

maybe a little

SPINACH? if you feeling frisky.

wrap 'em in a brown rice

tortilla.

grab a glass of oj.

and you got yourself

a cooking blog.

(tag this as RECIPE?)

anyhooo...

so i have this egg white

and i holla to the huzz.

(feeling a tad ghetto

tonight, listening to eminem.

bear with me, yogi.)

so i am all

"will - can't i DO something

with this egg white?"

and he is all

"yeah, i think so."

me: "what?"

him: "i don't know."

me: "i mean, do i just

scramble it up and pretend

it's a real egg?"

him: "not sure."

me: "like, people SELL egg whites

in restaurants. do you ADD

something to them or is

an egg white

just like...an egg white?"

him: "yeah, i never understood those things."

so i put a little more

around my eyes -

crows feet brigade.

and dumped it.

but NEXT TIME -

omg.

next time

i am going to

scramble the

fo' shiz out of it.

maybe.

(frozen)peas.

yo.

we're your friends now.

i work from

home now.

and it's nice.

i don't shower

EVERY day - but most.

and i DO brush my teeth

and wash my face

like two times a day

at LEASt.

and though

i rarely wear

clothes that don't

feel like pajamas,

i now

curl my eye lashes

and put on lip balm

to go to the store

or the gym

or sometimes before

i make lunch.

for kicks.

and in the am,

i roll out of bed

and grab my

computer and am

at work in 2 minutes.

very much awesome.

but i do miss that office

environment...sometimes.

do i miss the meetings?

where everyone is looking

at their blackberrys

while i just wait

for the right time

to crack a joke?

nah.

do i miss the office

birthday parties where

we sing happy birthday

like a

funeral march

and then eat

cake unless you can't

eat the gluten

because then you just

offer to cut the cake

and smell it

and that's even

more depressing kind of?

nah...not too much.

do i miss the office gossip

and drama?

of course not.

sike.

i miss that.

and i do miss the random

chit chat -

the water cooler/

tap water talk.

i sometimes forget

the sound of my

own voice

so i go to the store

and make

extensive conversation with

the checkout person

just so i know my

voice box is working.

but i have made some

new friends.

a few.

i mean they aren't

like REAL people friends

as they are on tv.

and we don't

really "talk."

but they are

nice and dependable

and they

hang out with me

every morning

when i work from bed

and eat a babycakes

apple cranberry toastie

with my homeslice kelly ripa.

('sup, kel?)

and then discuss

"hot topics"

(hi joy. hi eliazabeth.)

and even though i

don't agree with

elizabeth on

every single thing,

i do enjoy her outfits

and her luminous skin.

i get lost in it's

luminosity and

i wonder if she gets

injections in her face

and i enjoy the

fact that she is my

sister in celiac.

so we talk about

that sometimes

but avoid politics.

and we exchange recipes.

(not really.)

but it's nice to have

have them all around.

and nice to be able

to mute them if necessary.

and i miss them when

things like

"breaking news" make

them go away.

um...

the. end.

about me. kind of.

this one summer like

six years ago i was

at this ymca pool

in reseda because

vikki had a membership

and it was by her

tax guy and

that y had a

nice outdoor pool

and because reseda is

where daniel larusso lived.

so we drove there

and hung out

and it was taking me

forever to walk down the

stairs and get in the

water because

it was cold.

so it gave this older gentlemen

(like 70 older)

who was hangin' by the steps

plenty of time to chat us up.

and he was very nice.

and i remember him telling me

that grapes had a lot of

sugar - which sounded

delightful to me?

and that

"a lot of men liked

strong nordic calves"

referring to mine?

yes. referring to mine.

and i could tell he

was a sweet talker

and that with smooth

lines like that,

had probably had a lot of

luck with the ladies

in his day.

but i wasn't interested.

and then

the other night

i went to bed late

and then couldn't fall

asleep because i

couldn't for the life

of me remember the

lyrics to the

theme song from 227.

and i always

remember the lyrics

to theme songs from

80's tv shows.

but i couldn't remember.

and this has happened

to me before with this show,

so it wasn't surprising

or particularly disturbing.

but i fell asleep picturing

jackee harry saying

'maaaary' and that

old woman that just

talked out of

the second story window...

talking out of the

second story window

but the lyrics

refused to come to me.

i looked them up

the next day

and felt much better.

so funny because

there are so many

other things

like which way is north?

(how about UP?)

or which hand is

my left?

(give me a sec...)

that maybe should?

but just don't come to me

as easily

as the convo with

daniel larusso's grandpa

in 2004,

and don't keep

me up at night

like the

lyrics to that

remarkable show.

and i don't know...

but i think i

like it that way.

and i think i just

wrote my "about me."

or part of it

at least.

noble is his name.

i am not sure about this font.

or this blog really.

and not sure why i chose

a background image

with books in it.

maybe because i don't

READ enough books.

i am making tea.

not so sure what this blog will

be about. i was going to cook

my way through julia child's

cookbook but that's been done.

so then i was going to

cook my way though

rachael ray's 30 minute meals

but a lot of them look gross to me

and i don't cook.

so this won't be a cooking blog.

i really only know

how to make cookies.

so i will stick with that.

"carri's cookies."

oh and banana bread.

i have mastered.

today the outdoor furniture was

delivered which is VERY exciting

because the guy that

owns the place across the way

threw out the other furniture.

he said it had termites.

i said her had termites.

we had WORDS.

but did not throw punches.

that was back in december.

so i am pretty much over it.

so the furniture is really nice

and comfy but there were

a lot of flies out there today

so i am inside.

but when it was being delivered

the guy couldn't get the truck

up the road so he ran up and

had me sign this paper and then

ran away and while i was

waiting for him to return

i started talking to my new girl

neighbor. she seems nice.

and i saw her tattoo.

on her inner upper arm.

cursive. and it says

'noble was his name.'

or maybe it was

'noble is his name.'

the tatt was for her friend

who died and his

(last) name was noble.

or maybe it was his first name.

i was distracted

wondering where the man

ran off to and wondering

if he woud return with my

furniture.

i mean i had SIGNED the PAPER.

but he returned.

and now it's here.

so i got that goin'.

and i realized this reads a bit

like how a 7 year old writes

a book report.

so maybe...that's my angle.

this was a report on a

book called

'his name was noble.'

or something like that.

THE.end.

or beginning.

peas.