the return of jo-na

there's no way around it. when it comes to the blog i've been woefully neglectful over the last few months. and while i can assure you that i hang my head in shame every time i think about it, i really can't come up with a compelling explanation.

i'd blame nb (who has shown enough staying power to drop the n and just be b, except that it's weird like that), but he's actually given me plenty of stuff to blog about. and i'd say i've been busy, which is true, but no busier than usual, actually. and it's not like i haven't found myself in any amusing or otherwise blog-worthy situations. so i guess it's just blog-block.

so it goes.

anyway, it seems fitting to come back to the old theme that my blogmate and i rehash again and again - that of being fancy but not.

i was feeling especially cranky leaving work post-call the other morning and was happy to find my good blogmate still at home in her pajamas, seemingly willing to pour me a cup of coffee (or three) and listen to what had to have been a long, rambling monologue of things i'd been saving up to tell her over the last couple of days. by the time i was done with my rant we were both ready for food and shopping... although if you know us at all you'll realize that we're almost always up for food and shopping.

we made our way over to the big new ritzy whole foods market that just opened up down the street and over organic salads and sparkling water we marveled over what yuppies we have become. it seems like we've resisted long enough. we've rolled our eyes about the way "sustainable" has insidiously made its way into the popular lexicon and groaned about free-range chicken, but deep down we know we've given in... enough so that after we'd finished our salads and sparkling water we went across the street to home depot to stock up on herbs, flowers, and potting soil to get our spring gardens going.

i'll admit it; i love occupying the space between loving and hating that sort of thing. what's not to love? i can run up $150 worth of tofu, vegetables and granola at trader jo's and still get offended when the check-out lady insinuates that i shouldn't be buying bacon (she argued that it has no nutritional value which, in my opinion is completely beside the point). and while i ruthlessly mock nb for his love of whole wheat pasta and flax it, i actually find his hippy tendencies to be pretty endearing. apparently i've met my match, as the guy who reads me the riot act for not buying organic milk also makes biscuits and gravy for breakfast and suggested that we blow off lollapalooza this year to go a poison concert.

basking in your own contradictions is really fun - you should try it sometime.