I piss and moan about the weathertards and they get their revenge by pulling out their huge freeze-ray and point it directly at me. It’s fuck-ass cold out there people. Every time I hit F8 and pull up my dash board (OSX Tiger widgets…YOW) the temp drops a degree. It’s -11 out there. Sucks ass.
Fuck you, weathertards! I still think your climate related histrionics are stupid! Go back to the days of the felt cloud on the map of the US. YOU SUCK BALLS.
Speaking of balls, I told Jessi today that if I had a left nut I would totally trade it for a self warming steering wheel.
And speaking of my car, the stereo automatically displays the band and song name of whatever’s playing on the radio. I’ve jad this car since July 1st and I just noticed?? yeah, well, I never listen to the radio unless it’s NPR, but lately I’ve been popping over to 89.3 The Current (NPR’s ‘current music’ radio station, though I have to say they need to cut back on the Journey tributes, seriously. Hipster trend-pandering or not, Journey sucked then and they suck now). I love this little feature on my stereo for the very obvious reason…now I know what the fuck I am listening to!
There are moments I wish I could capture on film forever, not necessarily to share with you, but just for me. Like when Ghengis is tired he stretches himself into alooooong tube with his back feet out behind him and his stumpy front legs out front then he tiredly rubs his face on the floor and falls asleep. Or the way that Maddie curls up into such a tiny ball that her hippo head takes up half her volume!
Soon the boy and I have to go over and feed the shapeless lump. It’s so cold, I’m actually dreading it, but the promise of playing Katamari Damacy will get me over there.
Of course, I don;t even know if I will get the damned thing on, he’s got no less than 87 remotes each with at least 524 buttons, buttons must be turned on in order!
Lost In Translation
So, Mr Weatherman, this morning…remember when you were going on and on about the crazy storm that was headed this way? Remember that? I distinctly got the impression that there would be so much snow coming down that time would literally stand still! I was sure I would wake up to find my head cracked open and my skull stuffed full of malignant frozen precipitation. I know this century is still young and declaring a snowfall to be the “storm of the century” allows you a certain amount of room since there’s really not that many winters to compare it to…
Am I to assume that when you made these bold statements regarding the weather, what you actually meant was “might get a tad chilly tonight…wear a hat”? Because there is NO SNOW out there. None. True, I had a bit of a fluff on the windshield this morning, but the wipers took care of that. Where’s the gigantic storm that is supposed to wipe us all out? I was thinking Jake Gyllenhall was going to show up and save my ass from the extreme weather.
There is no snow. None. Not on the sidewalks, not on my car. Let’s be clear, i don’t mind so much, when there is no snow I can clearly see where my neighbors have still not yet removed the ice from their sidewalks so I can avoid falling down while walking the dogs. I don’t mind mornings where I do not have to clear a pile of snow off my car. What bugs me is the near apocalyptic and somewhat apoplectic freak out regarging the weather.
In other news…ah not much. Ordered another crochet stitch encyclopedia today, this one has more lace patterns both traditional and filet. Changed the dogs names to Muffin Top (g) and Egg Beater (m).
I have a clump of beautiful shiny orange crochet thread here in one gigantic tangle. It came that way. Any advice for getting it apart? I’s really like to use it, it’s lovely stuff.
And of course, gave away three crocheted items this week and forgot to take pictures of any of them. I suck.
aaaaargh
I got chocolates that say “choo choo choose me”! I got a handmade rose ornament. I ate fantastic Indian food. aaah sigh.
We went to the recently re-opened Udupi Cafe for dinner. I thought this would be a smart choice, good food, always pretty quiet in there, pleasant helpful staff. Sometimes I am wrong. The food itself was excellent, I hadn’t had chaat papri in so long and it was so good, along with the dosai, samosa, beans poryal, aloo gobi and of course the tamarind, coriander and coconut chutneys. YUM.
It seems everyone in the city had the same idea. The place had just re-opened on the third and NO ONE was trained and the place was packed and the service was pitiful. There were 5 people just running around filling water glasses and picking up empty plates and running food but only one or two people actually taking orders. Our dinner was brought to us twice. It took FOREVER to get anything and the ‘wine list’ was really more of an ornament, the bottle we ordered was out of stock, my second, third and fourth choices were gone as well. I settled for the merlot.
But I don’t want to complain, the food was beyond excellent. I really loved it. We’re going back…but later, when they’re not so crazy busy.
Also, yesterday I learned that the hedgehog is the most boring of all possible pets with the exception of the pet rock. While my sister is on vacation I am supposed to take care of Eddie the Hedgehog. Mostly I go over there twice and change the food and water. I don’t get to play with him, I don’t get to poke him, I probably won’t even see him since he burrows under the mat in his cage. Boring. You know, when I have people watch my dogs at least they get an exciting adventure with two lovable scamps. I get to put food in a bowl for a formless lump. Sigh. On the brightside, I get to play Katamari Damacy and We Love Katamari as much as I want, provided I can figure out how to turn on the tv with all the crazy remotes and things. Crazy!
And to address a point brought up in my comments from a previous post…
Yes, my mom does read my website, but she does it at her own risk and she knows it. You’ll note how often I discuss anal sex, girth, blow jobs and the 18th amendment on my website. It’s pretty hard to offend my mom.
Hey mom, ANAL SEX!!!
And let me leave you with this happy note. David just came home from the grocery store and in the load of treasures were 4 (FOUR!) pints of Haagen Dasz!!! Coffee, mango sorbet, raspberry chip and the best MINT CHIP. He’s pretty keen.
tired
All day Friday and Saturday I cooked. It’s what I did. I cooked. It was hardcore intensive work. It was so important to me that the food turn out well. I was lucky, though, I had help. Friday night my aunt sue came over and we caught up on old times. She is only a few years older than me, we spent a lot of time partying together during my college years. We slugged through most of the prep. I crawled into bed, aching and sore at 1am.
Saturday I got up around 8:30 and as I was trying to wake up I got a call from my aunt saying she and her brother, my uncle donnie, were coming over to help. Like perfect guardian angels these two swept into my place and immediately started washing dishes and working on food. Donnie ran to the store for me and he ran to get lunch for all of us. Lovely.
Later, a dear friend of mine and Sue’s, Chad showed up and I had yet another set of hands at my disposal. Chad is the expert at clearing, organizing and assembling. He stuffed and rolled all the croissants and assembled all the crostini for me. With all the help I got I was actually finished with time to spare. Time to spare, that’s pretty much unheard of for me.
Sue’s little girl, Evelyn, came along on Saturday and she fell in love with the dogs. And Ghengis, realizing that children are mobile buffets, fell in love with her. Ghengis profited dearly from this relationship.
The party was a lovely, warm event. My grandfather got to celebrate his 80th birthday surrounded by friends and family that truly loved and admired him. It was a great time and I got to see relatives I’d not seen in ages.
Unfortunately, I am getting old. The party started at 6pm and I was done before midnight. I got home, went to bed and kept my pitiful, semi-hungover, completely pained body in bed until noon when my mom called.
My mom’s cousin, Rebecca, had a flight out at 9:45pm so she spent part of the day with my sister then came over here so we could visit before she left. I don’t know much of my extended family so it was nice to spend some time getting to know her and getting perspective on family history.
For dinner we went to Everest on Grand, the local tibetan/nepalese place. I can now say that I’ve eaten yak! YAK! I ate YAK! Actually, it sounds more exotic than it tastes, if I didn’t know it was yak I would have assumed it was beef. So there, you can eat yak and it won’t kill you.
Yak, it’s what’s for dinner.
The rest of my evening will include crocheting and watching movies and generally spacing out.
cook…clean…plan…cook
work…clean…plan…cook. That’s it right now.
An aunt and an uncle come in to town tonight for the party this weekend. I suspect that with the snow that came through, their travels will be a tad delayed, but maybe I will get to see them. If not I am going to spend the day tomorrow iwht my aunt Sue catching up on old times and cooking together.
So much cleaning to do. So not excited about it.
menu update…(not that I really think you’re interested…)
Veggie plate has been replaced with lettuce wraps as demand for the lettuce wraps was overwhelming
I decided the salmon will be served as smoked salmon and roasted sweet potato on curried mascarpone on crostini.
I may not do a big ham but do either ham stuffed croissants or puff pastry crocque monsieur. Everything else being served is finger food, able to be picked up directly off the platter. Serving up a ham with rolls requires things to be cut, added to rolls, condiments served…etc. It messes with the flow AND takes up too much space. Essentially, with this many people in such a small space, we need to keep people moving. Slicing ham and building little sandwiches would cause back up.
Okay, I’m off to round up the boy and clean. damn.