Last week everyone said “It’s spring! SPRING!!! nothing bad can happen anymore!!!” and then I got to say, “no, no, we have one more blizzard. Trust me. That’s how minnesota works. One more blizzard in march during the high school boy’s basketball championship…”. It was a week early, but what are you gonna do?
What you’re going to do is pile 87 inches of snow off your car and make the sloooow bumpy ride to work. Sadly, no one was there who cared that I made it to work on time in these treacherous conditions. No one.
Okay, so…PICTURES. Let’s go.
David gets home every day around 3:30 and I get home around 5. The dogs go crazy when either of us gets home but when David gets home that signals to them that the time of waiting must begin. They get in their positions and wait and wait and…wait. For 90 minutes they sit there and wait for me. Cute, huh? Also a little crazy.
And we have pictures from David’s bowling birthday party. I discovered that when You take pictures when the cosmic bowling lights are on it makes everyone take on a freakish red glow. I tried to fix it…but you know, we still look like the deamon ghouls that we are. Bowling alley! We were at Memory Lanes (formerly Stardust Lanes), they remodelled and got expensive BUT they feature things like real food and non-surly staff. This is a bonus. David is teaching us something about bowling, I think. Here areThe Sisters (and brother in law), Mary Alice, Julie and Ryan. And here I am hugging Anna who is leaving my department because she somehow thinks glory can be found in a music box store at the mall of america. HA!
And finally, nothing at all cures the blues faster than playing in the snow with a dog that is shorter than the snowdrifts.
Look
at
these
and
smile
That’s all the photos I have right now. I have a bunch to use in the daily photo and soon I will be back on track with that. Have a loaf of sesame semolina bread in the machine right now. Yay. To all you, happy snow!
The rundown
‘Twas a bizninny weekend…let’s see if I can do a super fast re-cap!
Friday, went to Owens for cheap chinese, sex talk, catty gossip and hair dying. I’m blonde with the lightest pink highlites.
Saturday was David’s bowling birthday party (pictures posted soon). It was a great time, we bowled and hugged and harassed and ate the unhealthiest food ever. I bowled longer than I should have and my wrist and hand gave me hell for it for hours.
This year for David’s cake I covered the bottom of a 9×13 with sliced pound cake then covered that with hulled strawberries, sliced plums and rasberries. Sprinkled on spiced vanilla sugar (my own recipe) and melted butter. Baked at 400 for 30 minutes. Covered the whole thing with a zabaglione (which I overcooked goddammit).
Bowling was great fun. I love birthday parties, especially those for people I really care about.
Sunday was David’s birthday proper. We celebrated by eating suburban pancakes and discussing movies that made us cry. I was going to make a special dinner but he’s not feeling up to par right now, he’s coming down with something, so I’m going to save that for another night.
Off to make lunches and read. Have a good night, party people.
Oh, and a belated happy birthday to a certain munchkin!
in no particular order
in no particular order
* maddie is curled up next to me sleeping. She’s also farting. About every 3rd fart stings the back of my throat and makes my eyes water. She’s so comfortable I can’t bring myself to move her.
* as I am slouched down on the sofa here, I did not notice that my t-shirt had ridden up over my belly. Call me Cletus, because I am that classy.
* David is off teaching his guitar lesson and going to the gym (and maybe other stuff, I don’t know). I’m starving and have already decided I’m not cooking anything nice tonight, so it’s pizza or mac and cheese or something. The thing is, I know I should just go make something and eat it, but just often enough he surprises me with something for dinner. This is not to say that I want him to bring me something for dinner, it’s just that I’d be pretty disappointed if he brought me Chipotle and I’d already eaten mac and cheese.
* last night we watched “Before Night Falls”. It was on my netflix list, one of those liberal guiltie movies that you’re compelled to watch. About halfway through I realized that I didn’t have to feel guilty about not having seen it as I had seen it before and it was just as boring and incongruous then. Remember in the 90’s when we HAD to go see lesbian films, even if they were bad, because we felt like it was our duty to pump money into the industry so we could support lesbian film makers since they had it so tough and hopefully, with enough money, one of them would actually make a good movie? Well, now we have the liberal guilties, and I refuse to see Crash because of it. Sorry for the rant.
* I always feel like a philistine when I write stuff like that.
* I really despise the term “chucklehead”. I don’t know why, I just can’t stand it.
* so far the highest ranking search term to get you to my site is plain old “velvet cerebellum”. This is a comforting thought. The rest of the list if filled with vulgarities that even I can’t repeat. It amuses me to no end that so many obscene searches can get you to my site.
* frustration is not being able to operate the can opener anymore, or not being able to chop a squash in have. Frustration is not only not being able to smash garlic in the traditional manner but also not being able to manipulate the garlic press either. Frustration is realizing that your travel mug is just a bit too wide to hold comfortably. Frustration is knowing that even when you get this damned invader out of your wrist it will still take weeks and months to get close to normal.
* joy is being able to whisper to a sleeping dog and have her wag her tail in her dream. Joy is packing a lunch for someone who appreciates it. Joy is knowing that everything will work itself out in the end because that’s the way things work.
bludgeon
I’ve been reduced to trading pastries with people who know about Excel to help me with my Excel issue. I am now to the point where I want to beat my forehead against the corner of my desk until I have a beautiful corner shaped dimple.
I have instructions that say “if you want to do this…” I DO “then do this…then this…” I do “then do this and voila!” this part does not work! I get no “voila!”.
So, technically, I should be working on this now but the brick wall is thicker than my skull at the moment and I am losing.
On the other hand I have given myself a title promotion. I am now the Associate Vice President of Cool. I wonder if I can get business cards made up…I think I will submit the form.
In non-work related areas…
Made the best soup ever for dinner last night, it had squash, white beans, tomatoes, zucchini, fennel bulb, kale, raisins, rosemary and a million spices. so tasty.
David’s birthday is this weekend, if you got the invite do not forget to RSVP or I’ll shove a bowling ball up your ass when you show up. Or something.
Today I typed the phrase “cabbage shits” about 8 million times.
And, sadly, Anna is FINALLY leaving the loving family of MCAD. She’s found real employment away from campus. I’ll miss the overwhelming stench of fear and her screams for mercy. On the other hand, I take great consolation in knowing that she is working at a music box store…in the mall of america. I gave her an idea for a music box that I thought would be wildly popular. It featured Cake’s “Going the Distance”. I think it would have been a real winner.
Alright chodingos, I’m a gonna go update the outstanding purchase order list.
umame
The best part about the giant grocery shopping trip is that I have all new fresh things to choose from when I am standing in the kitchen. The only problem is picking what to make. Roasted radicchio with carrots and rice vinegar? chick pea fritters? butternut squash curry? kale risotto?
Tonight I settled on udon/miso soup. Miso broth with sauteed zucchini, carrots, broccoli, water chestnuts, fresh spinach, toasted sesame seeds, chili oil, lime juice, egg and chewy good udon noodles. Good god, you cannot make a better combination than egg cooked in miso broth with toasted sesame seeds. The noodles and the veggies are secondary, I love the umame-tastic combo of eggs and miso.
Happily chilling with dinner in my belly.
Speaking of food and such…
Been packing lunches for David and myself lately. Part of it is an effort to save money (it’s working!) and part of it is an effort to give something tangible to David, a way to say thank you. I don’t have much to give, not many good solid ways to show him what he means to me and how I care for him. I can cook, this is something I can do fairly well. I can pack a lunch for him, I can make sandwiches on homemade bread, I can pack up leftovers from dinner, I can do this. I can accomplish something. I remind him every morning to take his lunch (at least on the mornings he has one to take. I care about him, but that does nt mean I am on the ball every night!).
Maybe, tomorrow, if you remind me, I’ll tell you of the purely obscene moments I’ve been having lately!
Just filed my taxes. Why did I wait so long? Pure, unadulterated procrastination. Why else would I allow such a big chunk of money to just sit there doing nothing!
Birthday party for David on Saturday! YAY YAY HOORAY!