I’ve decided to go ahead and declare myself the greatest girlfriend ever. That’s right, against all logic and fact I’m just gonna go ahead and declare that. I know that quite a few people will take issue with this declaration, some people would say that I am a terrible girlfriend and others would say that their girlfriend would top the charts. The thing is, this is my world and I am the best girlfriend ever.
Of course, in my world you only have to color some dinosaurs with crayons, cut them out and paste them on colorful pieces of paper with cute captions to be declared best girlfriend ever.
true.
Also, Key West photos are cropped and photoshopped (I have amazingly blemish free skin thanks to photoshop!), now all I have to do is write pithy copy to go with the pictures and we’re good to go. Here’s a taste.
Can I get a volunteer to live in a cabinet in my kitchen and make tasty suggestions for dinner based solely on the ingredients I have on hand? I’m hugely uncreative lately. You can rest assured I almost always have chevre on hand, though.
It’s 9:30, I’m off to make dinner finally!
A foamy dinner for my peeps. yo.
Update (instead of writing a whole new post)
I have 8 different kinds of rice on my kitchen, most are contained in unmarked Cambros. I can tell them apart either my sight or smell (jasmine rice and white rice are similar). Sadly, I stood there for 10 minutes tonight unable to distinguish my rices. They all looked exactly the same to me (except the brown rice). I almost felt illiterate! Luckily I figured it out (went with basmati).
For dinner I am combining many of the things I have been craving into one perplexing dish. I just made a tomato sauce with diced tomatoes, garlic, oregano, basil, salt, pepper, parsley, a splash of champaign vinegar and brown sugar (too much liquid, but I cooked it down). This will be served on basmati rice with scrambled eggs and chevre. No, I don’t know what the hell I’m thinking but I’m just putting together all the things I crave. If I had black beans they’d be in there, too.
Update 2
On the whole, I liked dinner a lot. I liked the tomato sauce, but D thought it was too tangy (probably, but I liked it). The egg was a little weird but on the whole it was a good and comforting meal, just not something I would serve to guests.
okay…now…bed.
Seems like we just talked about this
My god, the supreme effort of will to not let pms take over my conversations today deserves an award.
If I believed in heaven I would believe in some sort of reward in the hereafter. Sadly, I know that these things tend to go unrewarded. The flip side is that rarely does the opposite get punished in any real fashion so it’s only internal decency that keeps the filterss in place.
pms, insomnia, migraine, cramps
these things do conspire against me.
My mantra is now “don’t think about the house situation don’t think about the house situation”. It’s really not my deal anymore, I just flex my signing hand and smile.
Googles
When I’m bored I go to google maps, look up places I’ve visited and then play with the satellite image feature.
I got to see the Dry Tortugas where I spent a lovely day in the sun in the middle of the ocean. And the place I spent my Christmas vacation(edit:I changed this link to show the actual location on the bayou. I had not been certain before, but D showed me). Zilker Park where I saw the Pixies for the first time as well as Ben Harper, Wilco and many many others all while drinking expensive beer and loving the sun.
Let’s not forget the mountains I almost died in while driving too fast last at night.
But here’s where the satellit feature came through for me. As I was flying down to Miami 2 weeks ago we crossed over Florida from the gulf side and I saw the weirdest thing from the sky. I didn’t know what i was or even where it was in the state. I knew it was big enough to see from the sky and near enough to the ocean that I could find it if I stayed near the ocean on the maps. I scoured the Florida coastline and was disappointed that this had nothing to do with aliens, just golf courses and country clubs.
Ah well, at least I found it.
Speechless
Apparently there’s a bologna black market!!!
Who knew?
Seriously, though, they talk about the health risks of this undocumented boon of tubed meat but I have to say, if you purchase your bologna from a swap meet you pretty much deserve whatever you get. I’m just stunned that this stuff can be produced so cheaply that you can turn a respectable profit selling it at a flea market.
“I cornered the processed meat trade at the swap meet, baby. Wanna go for a ride in my tricked out Subaru Brat?”
The mistress
insomnia is a cruel mistress. She slides out from under the bed and slips under the covers with you. Without hesitation she rises up over the bed, plants a stilleto heel into your temple an starts reciting your rental history, the branches of the evolutionary tree that led to dinosaurs, the best risotto recipes, and so on. Insomnia loves a good list and she doesn’t mind sharing with you all the lists in her head. Bitch.
I had to take the day off, my sleep patterns have been noticibly fucked since last week and it’s easy enough to deal with on the weekend (sit on the couch and knit while reciting along with Star Wars: A New Hope) but weekdays require you to go to work and accomplish things and not make giant mistakes and not fall asleep at your desk.
I doze into dream sleep, have incredibly vivid dreams and then wake up as soon as I slide into deep sleep. Very frustrating, but on the other hand my dreams are more vivid and memorable than usual.
Other than that, not much to report on my end. Went to roller derby last night and finally got to see Dena skating! So much fun. They’re making an effort to ham it up more and show more fighting. It’s funny because there’s one team that’s intentionally breaking rules and starting fakey fights in order to rile up the crowd but they get a little whiney at turnabout. Fair play, girlies, fair play.
It’s time for Empire Strikes Back and hopefully a nap later.