M-ugh-onday

Like nails on a chalkboard, splinters in your feet, an eyelash that you cannot get out of your eye....

My hospital is undergoing a "surprise" accreditation visit this week.  This, on top of a long weekend and a too short night of sleep (at the hands of someone who knows better) are contributing to a grinding sort of irritation that is generally just reserved for afternoons in the DMV and meetings dragged on by people asking redundant and stupid questions.

It is far too soon to wish it was already Friday. 

Things I love

I liked Florence (and her Machine).  I thought she was different and interesting, in spite of her wacky videos. (I think I've exceeded the "video relevance" age or something, as they all just seem sort of pointless.  I find I'd rather just watch live performances, than some contrived bullshit where the artists head is superimposed on some futuristic spider marching across a barren landscape of wilted tulips (hello Gotye, this means you)....it just all seems incredibly stupid and self indulgent.  ANYHOO.)

So, I think her face painted histrionic gyrations sort of put me off digging a little deeper into her repertoire.  Thanks to my darling daughter, however, who made me a Mommy Birthday Mix this week which included a FATM song that I'd never heard, I spent a few minutes youtube-ing her, only to discover, to my great delight, that she has a pretty deep library of tunes that, for the most part, I adore.

It doesn't hurt that she's mesmerizing to watch, and has an Annie Lennox kind of range, but I actually like the tunes and I LOVE her covers.

Check her out!

Flo!

Birthday Stuff

It was my birthday this weekend, and it was most enjoyable.  I got to see a bunch of friends, and then on Sunday, I spent most of the day effing off, which is SO RARE.  I literally did not take my pajamas off until we went over to a friend's house for dinner at 3.  INCREDIBLY DECADENT since effing off is not in my genetic make up.

I am addicted to ipad scrabble. 

I got some awesome presents.  Some of which I picked out myself, and some of which I didn't, but they were all stellar.

This little guy, in particular, is pretty awesome. 

Hoops and YoYo are Hallmark characters with these obnoxiously squeaky voices.  When you push the button they start screaming "DON'T PANIC!! DON'T PANIC!!!! DON'T PANIC!!!!!!!!!!!"  It's enough to send you right into an anxiety attack.

Perfect.

Clearly this gift-giver knows me fairly well.  ;)