I asked my mom for some canned cherries.

She sent me TEN JARS.

This is what happens when you're raised by farmers.

It's been a busy day already. I went to the bank to open a saving account and make an appointment to talk about getting pre-approved for a mortgage--just in case. On the way back I dropped by the library and then the liquor store to get a little airplane bottle of vodka, so I could make up some BPAL into spray perfumes. Tiny Absolut: $1.99 and an ( Read more... )

Since I got braces, I haven't been able to bite into foods--I have to cut it or tear it up, every time. Hamburgers, hoagies...I've become one of those annoying people who eat their pizza with a knife and fork. It's been six weeks and I'm getting used to it.

Until now. Inspiration has struck. What if all my favorite finger foods were pre-segmented, ( Read more... )

Dear Self:

You have neither talent nor ketchup. I don't know where you're going to get the former, but if you ever want to eat the rest of those fish sticks you'd better pick up some of the latter.

AREA MOTHER TAKES NOSE-DIVE ONTO CONCRETE,
SPENDS EASTER IN E.R.

( Details at 11. )

I have had a string of kitchen disasters lately, resulting in a melted spoon, a melted spatula, two separate batches of candy with plastic in them, and--inevitably--a burn on my knuckle. So it was nice that the chicken recipe I tossed together the other night came out great.

( Really good baked chicken. )

Our Chinese contingent is visiting the office, and (as all of us tend to do) they brought food. Yesterday the foreign offering was a box of really interesting "fried dough twists", which are pretty much what they sound like, except the twists were fairly small--so that the whole thing looked like a six-inch-long, inch-thick Twizzler. On top of it, ( Read more... )

My updates lately haven't been very interesting, but then neither has my life, as a whole.

( The weather. )

Not only have I been sick (and much improved, though still with limited ability to breathe) but my boss has been out since Friday with what can only be called the Death Flu. My other coworker just caught a flight for Korea so that makes me the only Applicationeer in the building ( Read more... )

This week I volunteered at the radio twice, spent a few days finishing Tommyknockers (which I started approximately four years ago), watched some psychotic cartoons that my sister got me for Christmas, compiled almost enough Steelers songs for a full CD, chatted with the aforementioned sister, made ginger snaps, and listened to the Kiera Knightley/ ( Read more... )