Saturday was David’s birthday, all grown up and 31 (this means that for the next couple months we’re the same age and I don’t have to feel like Mrs. Robinson or something…but then I kinda like that). I put together a little party for him, a few friends and his sisters over at his friend, John’s house. John’s an EXCELLENT Chinese cook and we sometimes join forces in the kitchen. This time he made this truly excellent lamb curry, just phenomenally good. I only helped prep stuff, I didn’t even do any real work for dinner.
I did, however, work on making the dessert. I mentioned earlier that I was making the Black Pearl Cake. HOORAY! I was really happy with the results. Instead of one large cake I made the batter up in a jelly roll pan and then cut out circles and constructed individual mini cakes. That was huge amounts of work, but definitely worth it. Sadly, I forgot to take a picture until the end of the evening when the remaining cakes were starting to look a little sad. I read all the reviews of the cake and it was pretty consistently mentioned that you could not taste the wasabi. I tripled the wasabi and occasionally you could catch a hint of it, but it was not a featured flavor at all. I own some killer strong, bring tears to your eyes wasabi and I was surprised that it was not tasted.
The rest of the weekend was a chillin’ like a villain style blur. We didn’t get home from the birthday fun until after 4am and then had to roust ourselves out of bed early to deal with realtor stuff.
I’ve gotten all yarny again! I finished crocheting a baby blanket and knitting a purse this weekend and I started knitting a new purse. I found an ultra simple new purse pattern to knit and I think it just might be my new “easy way to get rid of extra yarn AND have presents for people” project.
The dog’s making chicken butt and the boy’s playing Bach on his guitar. Nice. Almost overly domestic.
On Friday I got the rare opportunity to talk to someone and say “I KNOW! That happened to me too!” and, more importantly, to hear “This is what happened same as you!”. It’s hard to find someone who’s been through something similar and compare notes. Oh…and what notes we compared, amazing how similar our accounts were. In the end we were able to laugh and give support.
Time to get my new purse out of the wash machine!
Later, peepshow!

* I don’t want to be a web celebrity, I want to be a web starlet.
* Does anybody else have the overwhelming urge to punch the shit out of Rene Zellweger? Don’t front, you know one good punch would make things better.
* Sadly, I had to miss roller derby last night. My coworker’s wife is a Dagger Doll!! It was their first competition and I was eager to go but scheduling conflicts superceded.
* Not so sadly, I missed Roller Derby in order to go to David’s friend’s house for dinner. A nice spread of home cooked, very authentic chinese food. So good I could cry. Tofu with salmon, asparagus in black bean sauce, blanched squid, whole fish with the head still attached and on and on. I get goofy just thinking about that meal.
* Took G to the dog park, which I mentioned earlier. I forgot to mention how often dogs get peed on there. It goes like this…one dog pees and goes off to play, 5 dogs converge on the new pee spot to investigate. Once it is determined that the pee-er is not a bitch in heat or a monster prepared to eat their heads the biggest dog will pee on the new pee spot, oftentimes while the other dogs are still determining what kind of pee they are smelling. Sometimes two or three dogs will get their heads peed on at one pee spot. There is some social strata engineering at work here that we might learn from.
* ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
* Girl Scout cookie time! Bitch, step back, you will not be eating ANY Animal Treasures. Oh hell no.
* There’s a lot I want to write about the picture on the Thin Mint box, but honestly, there is no way I can write it without sounding like an even bigger asshole than I already am.
* I finally lost my celebrity sex tape virginity last week. You’d think with tommy and pamela or paris hilton or SOMETHING I would have seen one of these damned sex tapes. I hadn’t until Fridey. It was Fred Durst’s. I feel so dirty. I’m never ever going to get clean.
* Consequently, I had a dream that I felt up Paris Hilton and then screamed at hore for being a useless attention whore.
* I also had a whole series of dreams in quick succession that all involved me being involved in impossible situations where all i could do was sit down and cry for frustration. Sadly, all those emotions stayed with me when I woke up and I ended up crying in the shower feeling all frustrated. I hate PMS.
* Tonight I’m making salmon for dinner. Fascinating.
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1. My space bar is jitzy right now, please excuse any mashed together words i may have missed in editing. Not that i really edit all that much, perfectionism is for people who like to create more work than they know what to do with. i have fun things to do. So forgive the space bar issue, that’s not directly my fault (the uncapitalized words are my fault, lazy shift keying. it’s been my nemesis forever)
2. Don’t hold a “fists of power” rally in the shower with your boyfriend if there’s someone in the house that doesn’t like you very much. it only pisses them off to not be invited (or to have to hear the rally in the first place, who knows).
3. nothing, and i mean nothing, will cheer you faster than watching a dog with 6 inch legs running through 8-10 inches of snow.
4. dogs really really really like frozen banana. Seriously, they will grovel endlessly for a bite.
4a. relatedly, the choco-banana kits they sell at the grocery store are way fun (again i suspect this is just a ploy to get me to eat bananas, but i don’t care), they don’t involve any banana stretching, but meh, what are you gonna do.
5. Apparently, when my sister brings new boyfriends to meet friends and family it’s not my dad or mom or even grandfather that scares them the most. it’s been agreed that the big hurdle in boyfriend or new friend approval is me. me! WTF? i’m the member of the family that scares the new guy the most, i’m the meanest of all of us. i hadn’t realized this. i guess it’s true, i’m always protective of those i care about, perhaps overly so in some cases (lesson learned, trust me).
6. Ballroom dancing? 5′ tall me, 6’2″ him? the comedy just writes itself. We’ll see if we can get signed up.
7. nesting. damn the weather has me desperately wanting to cook, bake, hibernate, cook, go crazy!
8. analworld.com. All about anal sex. Whodathunkit?
9. new carpet smells bad. upsettingly so. It’s cheap carpet put in the help sell the house. i took way too much time off work to deal with it. i hate eating up my vacation time on things that aren’t vacation related. On the other hand, i kept forgetting to go to the store and buy a lint trap and apparently that’s enough to call into question my independence and responsibility. Oh well, soon this whole messy saga will be over and she’ll have to sublimate that urge to boss people around into something else.
10. this is a good round number, let’s end it on something happy…i made pancakes for my sister and the boy this morning, then spent the day doing laundry and reading while the boy played bass with the music playing in the background. So stress free and relaxing. We also danced variations on the chinasaur dance and hurt our bellies laughing as we tried to imitate each other (mostly him imitating me since I’m such a spaz).