Saturday, April 30, 2005
No Babies Gonna Be Born Here!
Looking for drugs tonight (something for my annoyingly stuffy, itchy ear-inducing allergies), I rifled though the bottom drawer next to the toilet. It's one of those cheap but certainly good enough plastic storage units that almost everyone has in their bathrooms. The drawer is filled with condoms, generic anti-diarrheal, and about to expire pregnancy tests. Lindsay and I haven't used condoms in years, being in monogamous relationships with an alternate form of (extremely effective) birth control. Yet we still have approximately fifty condoms of different types. Some are generic from Planned Parenthood, some were bought, and I'm sure there are some brightly colored and/or flavored prophallactics. We don't need them, but I can't bring myself to get rid of them. Would Planned Parenthood take them back?
On another note, it's my mom's 56th Birthday today.
Happy Birthday, Mom!
Friday, April 29, 2005
I can't sleep so well. Probably because I slept all afternoon. I took a bunch of homeopathic flu remedy, and I feel alright, but I can't quite sleep.
I got my cats this pillow that is shaped like a body pillow, but cat-sized, and it is stuffed with catnip. They like to freak out with it. It is sometimes too vicious, but better the pillow than my leg.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
So, as some of you probably know already, I'm buying a house. A nice house, a big, grown-up house, with four bedrooms and wood floors and the like. It's the kind of house where I won't need to do any major work on it for a long time, I hope. But I will need to buy a refrigerator. Today I got all excited and went out to look at paint samples. Paint is important. I also bought a really pretty rug that was really cheap. But you know that the goddam cats are going to be all clawing at it, because that's what cats do.
I pretty tired today. I couldn't say exactly why, but I'm tired. It's so nice out, all sunny and warm.
The next house step is the inspection. What I'll do is go to the house and this guy will check it out from top to bottom, and he'll tell me what is wrong with it, if it has termites, if it'll need a new heater, things like that. I'm kind of terrified, but happy. I won't miss living on Hawthorne, though, because Hawthorne is filled with crazies and people from Beaverton.
I want to plant things like rosemary and lavender and herbs in the front. I want it to be nice.
Chris asked me the other night if this process made me think about my Dad, who died almost six years ago. Sort of, and for a few reasons. First of all, I wouldn't be able to buy a house if he hadn't died. (A lot of things, one thinks, would be different if he hadn't died.) Then I started to think about dad, and realized that in a lot of ways, I've forgotten about him. The daily memories I used to have are gone, as is the sad, empty feeling. But then, last night, I started to think about how I've forgotten about dad, and then I started to cry a bit.
Life is a real mixed bag of nuts. What's the trade-off? I'd rather have dad around, but no one ever asks. "If you can't get what you want, do you have to take what you get?" Yeah, you do. Mostly.
Monday, April 25, 2005
I might buy a house
So, um, yeah, I'm probably gonna buy this house. If I do, you can totally come to the housewarming. I'm thinking the theme will be "Comparing Whisk(e)y."
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
I have a wrist brace now, and so my 24 hour crying jag is pretty much up. Chris and Greg are all being geeky and I'm stuck at a coffee shop on 12th listening to jazz (which I don't mind, at least it's not Mogwai or The Postal Service or whatever).
Music, it seems like, used to be about fun, about beauty, about having a good time in some magical way, but lately I feel like it's about who you know (and who knows you) and all of this other stuff that has nothing to do with music. I concede that there are moments at shows that I experience some sort of awe or happiness, but there's just so much turd to suffer through before that point. I guess that at heart I'm not good in this element, I'm not a people person on that level. I often find myself fantasizing about crawling under the comforter like Athena whenever the loud strange people come over.
Friday, April 15, 2005
saw some shows
But the best part, as always, was singing "Don't Stop Believin'" at karaoke!
Thursday, April 14, 2005
So, I just finished doing Greg's taxes, and am supervising Chris's taxes. Taxes are kind of fun. It seems like a lot of voodoo, a lot of "go to this page and get the number from the column and write it in three different places and add it to this and then subtract the total from that." Greg said that it's a lot like a "Choose your own adventure" book. Except you end up paying some people money, and getting money from some other people. I wonder if the "Choose your own adventure" franchise was government subsidized, so that kids who did it growing up could figure out their taxes.
I had a lot of fun at work today, making up the schedule, ordering staplers and pens and post-it notes. I also forgot to do a bunch of stuff on Sunday, and did some of that.
Marian is coming to town! I am so excited.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Zucchini Bread Recipe
Here is my Zucchini Bread recipe that Marian asked me for. I thought I would put it up on the internet, just for kicks. It's my take on the Zucchini Bread from "How It All Vegan." I think it tastes better with some eggs and butter.
Preheat oven to 350
1.5 cups flour
2 tsp. baking powder
.5 tsp salt
1.5 tsp cinnamon
.5 cup sweetener (sugar, maple syrup)
.3333 cup veg oil or room temp butter
1 tsp vinegar
1 tsp vanilla
1.5 cups grated zucchini
.25 cup water (if it looks dry, but if you use maple syrup you
shouldn't need this)
Sift the dry ingredients together (including cinnamon--I usually add some cardomom and clove powder, about .5 tsp each). Beat the egg and the wet ingredients (this includes butter/oil), stir in with the dry.
Add the Zucchini,
and if you want, 1 cup choc chips or some nuts or raisins (ick, def. go with choc chippies).
Don't go crazy with the mixing. How does the batter look?
Is it too dry? Add some water. Or other liquid. (You could add some pear brandy or something, for a kick)
Put the gloop in a greasy loaf pan, bake in a 350 degree oven about 45 minutes. Check it after 35 minutes. It can be in there up to 55 minutes, sometimes, depending.
Stick a knife in it. Is the knife wet? Not done.
Is it dry (except for delicious melted chippies)? Done.
Pop it out of the pan after a few minutes. Let it cool a little more,
slice it up, put some room temp butter on it. Voila! Magnifique!
Friday, April 08, 2005
I should be packing right now, but I needed a few minutes to think about life.
Ah, life. I placed a fairly solid third in Songfight.org.
My cats are hiding and lounging. What different cats, for sure.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Hopefully, I'm going to Seattle tomorrow for the night. Amanda, if you're reading this, let's do something. I'll bring you your mail, too.
I went to a naked lady party tonight over at my coworker's house. There were some people I knew and some I didn't, but it was good times. I made this girl try on this dress, and she looked so wonderful in it. I felt so proud to boss her around.
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