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.


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.

The Mudgeon

Ghengis has had a weird little bump on the end of his ear for a little bit now. Yesterday it kind of got gross (I won’t go into details) so I brought him in to the vet today.
Seems he has a tumor. A fairly common thing, but serious enough that he has to have it removed. He goes in tomorrow morning for a biopsy and surgery.
I wish I had something more to write about, but I’m worried about my little mudgeon right now.
Oh, wait, I know! I want Colin Meloy and Mike Doughty to somehow manage to make a baby and then I want that child to grow up fast and then I want to make babies with him. We’d have fucked up �ber-babies, I know it.
Okay, that was just strange. Think kind thoughts for the little brown doggie.
ADDENDUM: I just got a call from the vet, he is recovering fine but they were unable to determine the nature of the bump from the biopsy and are sending it to the university for further tests. Let us all hope it is not cancer.

naked and fearless

So, in a calendarical coup, my birthday falls on the unholiest of unholy days that only happens…well once a century, but still. 06/06/06…666 the birthday of the beast!!
Here’s the problem, though, June 6ths falls on a tuesday this year. suck. Normally I am not opposed to throwing my party on the weekend before my birthday because, when it comes down to it, no one really cares why they’re partying, they just want some cake. Like I said, normally I wouldn’t be opposed but I think having a 666 party on 636 kind of kills the intent…and the mood. The four fingerfoods of the apocalypse just aren’t as funny 3 days before they are supposed to be consumed. The mood will be killed.
On the other hand, if prophecy comes true then the mood is totally going to be killed when my impish minions come struggling out of the soil to guide me in my ascension (or descension??) to my rightful place. I imagine everyone born on June 6th is going to have to deal with this, we’re blessed!
So, will it totally kill the mood when a horse of flame wanders into the living room? Is it a private moment to mount your fiery steed, draw your sword and ascend to the heavens where you ferociously scar the face of the sun for its impudence???? Or do you want people around? Party witnesses something like that and you immediately have a solid army of followers.
But what if this all happens on Tuesday morning? Then no one will see it AND I won’t get to have a party (i’m assuming I’ll be too busy getting fitted for armor and filling out HR forms to really pay attention to a party).
It’s hard to have an unholy destiny to fulfill. So many things to worry about.
and, to 180 this into the realm of the boring…
I ordered a book on how to make cheese at home! So I’m hopefully going to start with fresh cheese over the spring and if things go well, I’ll move into aged cheeses this summer.
Yesterday, in a foolish fit of cooking that has set my wrist to aching I made a big batch of salsa verde, cherry ginger jam, multi grain bread and pizza dough.
The salsa verde was insanely good (1 pound tomatillos, 1/2 poblano chili, 1 very small onion, 2 cloves garlic, 1 big handful of cilantro, chopped, one avocado. Food Processor it! add salt) I would have gone with slightly more heat than the poblano provided and slightly less onion as it was too oniony for my tastes. This is going to have to suffice for me since my beloved Herdez Salsa Verde is no longer available in Minneapolis and my other options (La Costena, Embassa) suck hard.
The cherry ginger jam was okay but not great. This is part of my great experiment on jams. This batch was too sweet and did not have enough cherry flavor. Also, I’m wondering if candied ginger would work better than fresh. My next experimetns will include ginger plum, spiced cherry, and curried apricot. I dreamed that my ginger cherry won a blue ribbon at the state fair and that Gedney started selling it (if you are not from minnesota, Gedney produces and sells the blue ribbon winning jams and pickles from the state fair. My friend, Barb, is the Minnesota jam queen!). They changed the name to Hong Kong Blossom and made my picture a hologram so the hair color could keep changing. The other jam ladies HATED me!
The pizza dough was for pizzas but we didn’t get around to making them so it’s in the fridge. Made the bread for the jam and they went well together.
I have a freezer full of jam (you’re not supposed to reduce the recipe or futz with it…we’ll see about that) so if anyone wants beginner cherry ginger jam, let me know.
Also, I went grocery shopping and did laundry.
Okay, my wrist hurts like hell, I can’t type while wearing the brace so I have to take it off and now it hurts. I meet with the surgeon on the 3rd and hopefully we can schedule surgery soon after that. Soon! Get that damned monster out of my wrist!
It’s a beautiful day, chochachos, go outside!