Today I managed to cram all of my calories into one 3 hour period at the end of the day. That’s the really healthy way to do it, right? Skip food all day then at the end of the day shove as much high calorie food in and then go to bed! It’s a great plan.
Today the dreary grey got the best of me. I slept too late, moved too slowly, got distracted. Took me almost 3 hours to do the dishes and clean the kitchen. It should have took me no more than an hour but I kept wandering away, staring off into space…being useless.
After sleeping too late I decided to make my americano and get the dishes done before I made food (or sent david off to get some), but the dishes took so damned long.
By the time I finished it was dinner time. Trying to be a pleasant and lovely girlfriend I decided to make a nice dinner for david before he went out of town (but also I was slow and lazy so it couldn’t bee too extravagant). Sesame crusted tofu with stir fried veggies in a fermented black bean and leftover flat Kristian Regale sauce (it was good! don’t you wrinkly your nose at me!).
Two giant plates served up and then we remember we hae to meet Dean and crew after their Fool Fest show at Mickeys Diner. Damn. You can’t go to Mickeys without getting at least a banana malt.
I’m fat for a reason, people, and that reason is a large banana malt and a plate of fries not 3 hours after a large dinner.
David leaves tomorrow for a few days. My plan whenever I am left alone (as I have this habit of living with people who eat way healthier than I do. You know those women who date guys with problems because they want to fix them? yeah, I’m the opposite. I’m the one dating healthy people so I can ruin them.) is to get massive amounts of bbq carry out and pig out in a slovenly manner. That’s just monday. After that I am hoping to make a couple batches of jam and maybe a batch of lemon cheese.
Woo, let’s hear it for the chica who know how to live it up!!!!
attentions
cj and peepee09 (and any other former pucer)! I need you to email me when you get a chance.
Thanks.
ps sorry to the rest of you, but I don’t have their emails.
en la cabeza
I love when David and I hit the little Mexican places for dinner. Not the big, fakey places with chimichanga platters and yucatan combos, but the real places with the little counters and no English spoken. I love watching him order everything in Spanish. He always tells me I should order in spanish, but my spanish is so terribly bad that if I even attempted “mas queso, por favor” they’d give me this weird sideways look, shrug their shoulders and head to the back room. Minutes later they would return with a tortilla covered goat, which they would unceremoniously shove at me while shooing me out the door. “puta!” they’d mutter under their breath as I wandered away.
Anyway, David ordered our food (I had the burrito con puerca en salsa verde con papas) and I looked at the pan of lengua and wondered if the cow’s ghost spent the rest of its eternity tasting peppers and onions.
Afterwards we picked up mexican beer and watched Lost (thanks again, Alex!).
I got my new insurance packet and was checking out the point system for how they determine how much to raise your rates based on your violations. I was not pleased to discover that running a red light would net you more points than any alcohol related violations. Total bullshit. Also, what’s the difference between a fraudulent and a fictitious license? Because the violations are listed seperately.
Speaking of violations, I got an official letter in the mail telling me that since a judge ruled that traffic light cameras were unconstitutional the state was not able to process my ticket at this time. Sorry for the inconvenience. I’m not entirely sure what was unconstitutional, but I don’t really care. Ruling the law unconstitutional is by far the coolest way i can think of to keep my driving record clean. Sexy? Yes! I think this is exactly what the founding fathers had in mind (the founding fathers of Minnesota, mind you, this isn’t a supreme court issue…yet).
I still can’t believe that I would garner fewer points getting busted for having an open container in the car than running that damned red light. I might have to go kick their progressive asses.
Tonight I am the hubbopots and I like that.
I wish my lawn were emo so it would cut itself
and so on.
Thank you for the Ghengis well wishes. He is back to his old jackassery, though now he is careful about the stitchy mess at the end of his ear. The university lab is backlogged and it will take 2 weeks to get the results of the biopsy. The vet refused to even play the “it’s probably not cancer, I’m sure he’s fine” game with me. I mean nothing. He just kept giving me the “we just don’t know” line. I’m not terribly worried, mostly because I don’t know anything about skin cancer or dogs with skin cancer or any of the other terrible things that could grow on a dog that would not just be on the skin but be systemic.
Ignorance is bliss and for once I am NOT looking up any information about this as it would make me a wreck.
Speaking of lumps being removed…I meet with the surgeon on Monday to figure out our plan of attack. Presumably I will not need to get an MRI, though that’s on the table since it is bigger and denser than expected. Soon we’ll schedule the surgery and I’ll be done with this thing. I’ve given in and gotten a wrist brace. I feel like an absolute choad in the thing. I want to wear a sign that says “no, I don’t have carpal tunnel. thank you, i know how to type without a wrist rest…no, really, I don’t need the ergonomics police to swing by”.
I also got an electric stapler and I’m coing to get an electric can opener. I’m also going to have to rely more heavily on my food processor for chopping and stuff when I am cooking.
I also got my home cheesemaking book so I can complete my descent into the lair of insane Martha Stewart-hood. Seriously, I am making my own bread, my own jam and soon, my own cheese. In about 6 weeks I am going to be one of those weird ladies who wears big rubbers boots who can slaughter, feather, gut and bone a chicken in 37 second all while handing out cryptic wisdom.
I’m off to make galaxy nachos.
bloodbath
Went to go get Ghengis from the vet. They brought the little guy out and he got so excited to see me (and he wanted to leave so badly) that he jumped around and got his stitches bleeding. Blood spraying all over the lobby, all over me and all over the assistant. Dang. They try to take him back to clean him up and bandage his ear but he refused to go. I had to go back with them. Holy crap, don’t ever just nonchalantly wander into the back of a vet’s office. They had some poor dog all splayed out, bloody cotton balls everywhere, stitches….bare skin. I don’t know. It was freaky.
They let me go back to the lobby.
They bandaged his head all up and sent him out. He looked like a goofy babushka. Immediately he got his ear right out of the bandages and there was blood all over the place again.
There is no doubt that this dog is my dog. Only my dog would cause a bloodbath of such proportions and be so damned stubborn about it.
Poor little fella looks like he’s hungover. He looks to be in so much pain, not just his ear but I’m sure he has a wicked headache.
David and I have to watch him, make sure he doesn’t get sick or scratch his stitches. Earlier this month I decided to bake treats for the big department meeting tomorrow. I had not anticipated having to deal with this before deciding to make choco-banana buns, cinnamon rolls and honey-wheat-pecan bread. The bread machine is getting a total workout tonight.
On the way to the vet, going south on hwy 77 I drove down into the Minnesota river valley. I cannot describe how it looked. The valley was filled with mist and the sunlight lit the whole place. I was so painfully tempted to stay on the freeway. Just keep going. It was the perfect morning to start a roadtrip. I really would have but 1) my boss would have killed me 2) I forgot my two Decemberist cd’s at home and 3) well, Ghengis had a really important appointment with a vet today.
It’s too too obvious I need a roadtrip in the worst way.