What a lazy day.
Today I have done very little, though perhaps others may beg to differ. I haven't really ventured away from my door, less than 30 feet, and this may be why I feel lazy. I had one of those mornings I quite like, when I wake up ridiculously early (not by choice) and wander around the house for an hour or two and then head back to bed for a nap. I was up the second time by 10am, but still it felt like I was being slothy.
My laundry hasn't figured out how to wash itself (stupid laundry), so I had to do it myself this morning. I managed to watch the two movies I had out of the library that are due back sometime soon. (I can't really remember what day it is, so I'm not sure if I'm already late with them or not. Date has become less important recently.) The fruit and vegetables I've collected as of late were deciding whether or not to teach me a lesson, if they should go bad or hold out for a couple more days to see what I'd do with them. I felt it unkind not to deal with them when I noticed how listless they looked on my counter and on the shelf in my fridge.
(I should mention that yesterday morning I met up with Nathan, Augusten and Lily at the UBC farm to hang out and check out what the farm had for sale this week. I picked up a bunch of radishes, two large tomatoes, a small bag of blueberries, a bag of sugar snaps (or sugar peas if you prefer) and a bunch of kale. Nathan and the kids go weekly to wander around and to see how food grows, and Augusten especially is pretty into growing stuff. They had bannock and jam and we wandered around, looked at the chickens (and when we couldn't see the rooster we assumed the low clucking in the hen house was somehow related, that naughty rooster), checked out the children's plots, and headed home, all done before noon. It was a lot of fun. The produce that I left on the counter from the farm wasn't looking so lively this morning.)
First up were the bananas, which normally I'd throw into the freezer for banana bread cravings, but decided to address them immediately. I have a book out of the library, The modern baker by Nick Malgieri, and flipped through it for suggestions. The cocoa banana muffin recipe looked pretty nice, so I made 18-ish of those, plus two half-sized ones for testing, but since they had to be tasted immediately out of the oven I am reluctant to count them in. They turned out quite nice and I'm going to try out a few more recipes from this book as soon as I get more butter and flour to see if I should buy this for my collection. It has a similar looking cake as the Dorie Greenspan one that I love, the one with the chocolate cake with fluffy white icing, so it already has that going for it.
The remaining fruits and vegetables were dealt with quite easily. The radishes are trimmed for eating, the sugar snaps rinsed (and I've been pecking at them all day), the mango chopped up, the blueberries rinsed and picked through, the green pepper chopped up and ready for something. The kale, though, was a test project since I've never actually made anything with it before. I had seen a mention of kale chips ages ago and it's intrigued me ever since. After I rinsed the leaves, I tore the kale into bite sized pieces, tossed it with a bit of olive oil, salt & pepper and minced garlic, and laid it on a cooling rack set in a baking sheet. In 25 minutes I had crunchy kale chips that I'm not sure are going to last tonight. So tasty. I know I should cook with it since it's a dark green and dark greens are good for you, but it's hard to get into leafy vegetables sometimes.
Oh, I should probably also mention that yesterday was a pretty great day, all around. After I got home from the farm I went to pick up a gift for Terry because it was his birthday. He and Kathy picked me up for his birthday plans, which started at a driving range in Richmond. The Elvi were out in full force, three of them hitting balls with us for a couple of hours, one in a very Elvis outfit: a yellow Polynesian-looking shirt, white slim pants and black ankle boots, finished with the regular Elvis rings and his 1950s shades. Imagine him hitting balls beside you. It was Terry's attempt to add exercise to his life, but he's never golfed before so it was pretty amusing to watch him struggle with directions. We all headed off to meet up with a few more people to see Transformers, which was full of plot holes that didn't let your brain rest for even a second. We went for late night all-you-can-eat sushi after and stuffed ourselves full until we got kicked out. The Elvi are like any other boys' club and large portions of the evening involved them groaning at whatever cheesy joke one of them made. They're a fun bunch, the Elvi. I love listening to the politics of the Elvis Tribute Artist scene; the sketchiness of some promoters always astounds me.
Even with the laziness today, it's been a pretty good weekend.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
happy hour (again)
Today I commuted to work on a bike. We'll see how this goes. I'm crap at riding a bike. So slow and out of shape. Boo.
My friend said she was thinking of selling her bike, so I bought it without even riding it. It is a pretty comfy ride, so hopefully the hills to/from work flatten a little the more I ride. Riding home is substantially easier that riding to work.
After work, I met my friend and we rode from work to my 'hood for drinks. We actually stopped at my house so I could drop off the bike, since the restaurant is two blocks away and they have pints for $4 and I can't ride and drink. I forced a highball of Pimms and ginger in him before we headed over; I kind of love how easy it is to drink. It tastes like summer!
Sitting on the patio at the restaurant was lovely, the bamboo rustling beside us as we people watched. A beautiful husky sat with his people at the next table and I kind of wanted to get a dog at that moment. As we got tipsy I realised how nice it was to live where I do.
My friend said she was thinking of selling her bike, so I bought it without even riding it. It is a pretty comfy ride, so hopefully the hills to/from work flatten a little the more I ride. Riding home is substantially easier that riding to work.
After work, I met my friend and we rode from work to my 'hood for drinks. We actually stopped at my house so I could drop off the bike, since the restaurant is two blocks away and they have pints for $4 and I can't ride and drink. I forced a highball of Pimms and ginger in him before we headed over; I kind of love how easy it is to drink. It tastes like summer!
Sitting on the patio at the restaurant was lovely, the bamboo rustling beside us as we people watched. A beautiful husky sat with his people at the next table and I kind of wanted to get a dog at that moment. As we got tipsy I realised how nice it was to live where I do.
Monday, June 29, 2009
rhubarbian
When my parents visited earlier this month, I asked Mom if she could bring me some more rhubarb. I finished the stash I had frozen from last year and can't imagine actually paying for rhubarb when Mom can't even begin to use all of hers.
I can't remember ever not liking rhubarb. I may have come out of the womb sucking on a stalk of the stuff. Whenever people say they don't like rhubarb I just feel so sorry for them, that they're missing out on something they just don't understand. Rhubarb is such a misunderstood vegetable.
Most of the recipes I've made with rhubarb have turned out pretty good, but I always like to try new ones to mix it up a bit. I thought back to the upside down cranberry cake I've made a few times and thought I'd try it with rhubarb instead. It turned out so good that I don't even want to share it with anyone, even though I probably shouldn't eat an entire cake by myself, even if half of it is rhubarb. I might freeze half of it and try to stop myself from eating the rest of it. Seriously, I can't even begin to explain how good it is. Really, really, really good. So good.
After work I popped over to Windsor for some sausages and chicken, and discovered they have single freezer packs. The list is pretty impressive and I'm totally thinking about it because it would mean a variety of cuts that I don't have to choose, all ready to toss in the freezer. Considering how often I buy/cook meat as it is, I have a feeling I'd be living off it for quite a while. And, don't ask me why, but I was sort of excited that soup bones are tossed in for free, which means broth without having to cut out the bones. I'm excited about bones.
Wish I could go berry picking. My freezer is low on frozen fruit.
I can't remember ever not liking rhubarb. I may have come out of the womb sucking on a stalk of the stuff. Whenever people say they don't like rhubarb I just feel so sorry for them, that they're missing out on something they just don't understand. Rhubarb is such a misunderstood vegetable.
Most of the recipes I've made with rhubarb have turned out pretty good, but I always like to try new ones to mix it up a bit. I thought back to the upside down cranberry cake I've made a few times and thought I'd try it with rhubarb instead. It turned out so good that I don't even want to share it with anyone, even though I probably shouldn't eat an entire cake by myself, even if half of it is rhubarb. I might freeze half of it and try to stop myself from eating the rest of it. Seriously, I can't even begin to explain how good it is. Really, really, really good. So good.
After work I popped over to Windsor for some sausages and chicken, and discovered they have single freezer packs. The list is pretty impressive and I'm totally thinking about it because it would mean a variety of cuts that I don't have to choose, all ready to toss in the freezer. Considering how often I buy/cook meat as it is, I have a feeling I'd be living off it for quite a while. And, don't ask me why, but I was sort of excited that soup bones are tossed in for free, which means broth without having to cut out the bones. I'm excited about bones.
Wish I could go berry picking. My freezer is low on frozen fruit.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
do you love me now?
Just back from Calgary, or, rather, just back a couple hours ago from Calgary. I'd booked this trip ages ago for Sled Island, well before the full lineup was announced. It really didn't matter who was playing; I just wanted to get out of town for a few days.
Anyone from Calgary will find this offensive, but I suspect, under non-festival circumstances, Calgary is pretty dull. I have no proof of this, other than having very little to do during the non-festival hours. I barely passed people in the street when I walked to and from the downtown area on the weekend. It's weird to not see anyone for 12 or 13 blocks; I'm not used to that sort of isolation anymore.
There was a lot of musical stuff to be excited about, though.
The highlight for me was watching/listening to the Breeders do "Do You Love Me Now?" in the park. When I got the "Safari" single on vinyl all those years ago I wore down the grooves on that song because it struck a cord (even then I had fucked up relationship crap going on). Now it hits extremely close to my heart; not enough to bleed it but just a slight graze, just enough to scratch the surface and leave a permanent scar. I kind of love that the Deal twins are so self-deprecating and seemingly normal despite their crazy backgrounds. Darcy said Kim looks like his aunt; Kelly mentioned that she smelled something in the air that she wasn't supposed to have and told the crowd they'd have to put out their smokes, then laughed and said, "Nah, I'm just kidding. Can you imagine? 'Um... everyone, could you stop smoking, please?' As if I'd do that!"
The biggest night was Thursday night, which was spent almost entirely at the #1 Legion. The Legion is always the night ending spot where "surprise guests" play (usually one of the headliners or a bigger band from out of town), but on that particular night there were some stellar bands playing. Japanther kicked ass, totally causing a frenzy and spawning a number of man-crushes with their Ramones-esqueness. Japandroids were awesome and I stared for long periods of time at the drummer and then shook myself out of it; they were mesmerizing. We heard a bit of King Khan & BBQ, but the small upstairs room was packed literally to the rafters and steam was floating out of the room. I couldn't get within 10 feet of the doorway, let alone inside to see the stage. Andrew WK played a "surprise" set, but it was largely the same as the karaoke show we saw the night before, so we bolted after a few songs. Holy Fuck was excellent in the park, totally killing their set. I managed to see King Khan & BBQ play Friday night and it was mind blowingly good. These Arms Are Snakes played the Friday secret show (we were hoping to catch the Obits, but they were completely late so TAAS went on first) and were a nice surprise. Last night I caught Women, Githead (Colin Newman from Wire's latest band, which didn't really grab me as I'd hoped) and the Obits before admitting defeat. All in all, a more than satisfactory outing.
A few things that I feel I must comment on:
1) I'm sick of young men wearing slim-fitting jeans that are slightly too big for them with belts, yet not cinching the belts enough to keep the jeans up at an appropriate level. Seriously, do you remember that scene in "Clueless" when she talks about how dirty high school boys are with their saggy jeans, the waistlines falling right below the curve of the male bum? They're STILL wearing them that way. It's just sad, that's all. Also, it looks lame.
2) Since I've known my friend Joe, he's had a big thick beard. Last month he shaved the beard off, citing the "douchebags" around town that are now sporting beards and not wanting to align himself with them. I found myself scowling at beards over the last few days and now realise Joe was right: beards have overtaken the music scene and it is just too much. There is no good reason for all that facial hair. Don't even get me started on the ironic gay moustaches I saw; that's a whole other rant.
3) Travelling alone blows. I don't mean the actual being somewhere else vacation part of it; I mean the transporting part of it. Today it felt like every couple on earth was in the airport and that there was a massive neon sign above me as I walked around that pointed out I was not travelling with someone else. It would be nice to go somewhere with someone else. I haven't travelled like that for a long time and I miss it.
I'm totally beat. This morning I was up until 3:30am, then couldn't fall asleep, then was startled by my friend's friend showing up at 4:30am after assuming he'd ditched out on staying over (which would have totally sucked since he was supposed to drive me to the airport today because Calgary has no shuttle service into the city and transit takes between 70 and 90 minutes, assuming all connections are made). I woke up at 8:30 and haven't slept since, so maybe it's time to go to bed, especially since I start my contract tomorrow.
Oh, I also finished dress #3 and, while I like the fabric, I'm not sure how much I like the actual dress. I probably have to redo the hem to make it fall a bit smoother, but that will have to wait until I actually feel like putting more work into the hem, which may never happen. A bad hem is still a hem.
Anyone from Calgary will find this offensive, but I suspect, under non-festival circumstances, Calgary is pretty dull. I have no proof of this, other than having very little to do during the non-festival hours. I barely passed people in the street when I walked to and from the downtown area on the weekend. It's weird to not see anyone for 12 or 13 blocks; I'm not used to that sort of isolation anymore.
There was a lot of musical stuff to be excited about, though.
The highlight for me was watching/listening to the Breeders do "Do You Love Me Now?" in the park. When I got the "Safari" single on vinyl all those years ago I wore down the grooves on that song because it struck a cord (even then I had fucked up relationship crap going on). Now it hits extremely close to my heart; not enough to bleed it but just a slight graze, just enough to scratch the surface and leave a permanent scar. I kind of love that the Deal twins are so self-deprecating and seemingly normal despite their crazy backgrounds. Darcy said Kim looks like his aunt; Kelly mentioned that she smelled something in the air that she wasn't supposed to have and told the crowd they'd have to put out their smokes, then laughed and said, "Nah, I'm just kidding. Can you imagine? 'Um... everyone, could you stop smoking, please?' As if I'd do that!"
The biggest night was Thursday night, which was spent almost entirely at the #1 Legion. The Legion is always the night ending spot where "surprise guests" play (usually one of the headliners or a bigger band from out of town), but on that particular night there were some stellar bands playing. Japanther kicked ass, totally causing a frenzy and spawning a number of man-crushes with their Ramones-esqueness. Japandroids were awesome and I stared for long periods of time at the drummer and then shook myself out of it; they were mesmerizing. We heard a bit of King Khan & BBQ, but the small upstairs room was packed literally to the rafters and steam was floating out of the room. I couldn't get within 10 feet of the doorway, let alone inside to see the stage. Andrew WK played a "surprise" set, but it was largely the same as the karaoke show we saw the night before, so we bolted after a few songs. Holy Fuck was excellent in the park, totally killing their set. I managed to see King Khan & BBQ play Friday night and it was mind blowingly good. These Arms Are Snakes played the Friday secret show (we were hoping to catch the Obits, but they were completely late so TAAS went on first) and were a nice surprise. Last night I caught Women, Githead (Colin Newman from Wire's latest band, which didn't really grab me as I'd hoped) and the Obits before admitting defeat. All in all, a more than satisfactory outing.
A few things that I feel I must comment on:
1) I'm sick of young men wearing slim-fitting jeans that are slightly too big for them with belts, yet not cinching the belts enough to keep the jeans up at an appropriate level. Seriously, do you remember that scene in "Clueless" when she talks about how dirty high school boys are with their saggy jeans, the waistlines falling right below the curve of the male bum? They're STILL wearing them that way. It's just sad, that's all. Also, it looks lame.
2) Since I've known my friend Joe, he's had a big thick beard. Last month he shaved the beard off, citing the "douchebags" around town that are now sporting beards and not wanting to align himself with them. I found myself scowling at beards over the last few days and now realise Joe was right: beards have overtaken the music scene and it is just too much. There is no good reason for all that facial hair. Don't even get me started on the ironic gay moustaches I saw; that's a whole other rant.
3) Travelling alone blows. I don't mean the actual being somewhere else vacation part of it; I mean the transporting part of it. Today it felt like every couple on earth was in the airport and that there was a massive neon sign above me as I walked around that pointed out I was not travelling with someone else. It would be nice to go somewhere with someone else. I haven't travelled like that for a long time and I miss it.
I'm totally beat. This morning I was up until 3:30am, then couldn't fall asleep, then was startled by my friend's friend showing up at 4:30am after assuming he'd ditched out on staying over (which would have totally sucked since he was supposed to drive me to the airport today because Calgary has no shuttle service into the city and transit takes between 70 and 90 minutes, assuming all connections are made). I woke up at 8:30 and haven't slept since, so maybe it's time to go to bed, especially since I start my contract tomorrow.
Oh, I also finished dress #3 and, while I like the fabric, I'm not sure how much I like the actual dress. I probably have to redo the hem to make it fall a bit smoother, but that will have to wait until I actually feel like putting more work into the hem, which may never happen. A bad hem is still a hem.
Monday, June 22, 2009
foodcentric
Pockets of joy.
Yesterday I met up with the FairSands for Greek Day outside their door, literally. I've mentioned before how suffocating large crowds are to me, but I'm always amazed how alone I feel walking within large masses of people, and at times there were a lot of people. We ate a bunch of food and kept going back to their house to get away from the crowds to eat in relative peace: souvlaki, spanakopita, loukoumades... So many loukoumades because the line was super long and Rach's mom made it worth her half-hour wait while the rest of us kept the kids amused indoors. Terry was performing in front of an insurance company and it was fun to see huge masses of people warm up to him. I love knowing an Elvis Tribute Artist (ETA) because there aren't a lot of people that can say they know an ETA. It makes me feel sort of special.
Today I met up with Linh and Stewart to pass over the keys and get an update on their kitty's demeanour. I managed to keep Momo alive, which is nice and helpful as a cat sitter, and didn't overfeed her. (I sometimes have visions that most animals will explode like fish if I overfeed them, which is probably part of the reason I don't think I can ever have an animal in my care long-term.) She was crying a lot when they returned home, though, so I guess my petting/playing with her wasn't nearly long enough, even though she acted all bored of me. They brought me a big bottle of fig He'brew, which I am so excited to try. My friend Mike originally did testings of He'brew varieties and reported his scientific results, and claimed the fig one was the tastiest. They also brought me a case of Cherry Coke, which is so incredibly awesome of them. We went for lunch at a vegetarian Vietnamese restaurant in Burnaby that I'd heard about from a co-worker. I am very fond of meatless meat-like foodstuffs and the meatless meat-like foodstuffs were quite nice at this place. A bit of a bitch to get to from our area of town, but tasty and relatively cheap. (There's another place on Fraser that's supposed to be really good as well, so it's next on the list.)
I sewed most of dress #3 and had a nap 'cause that's how I roll.
Rich called to ask where in my neighbourhood he and his friend could eat cheesecake, so they came 'round and we went to Sweet Revenge for dessert. Since it was quite nice out, we walked from my house (I'm always pushing for this option rather than meeting at locales) and checked out repairs around the neighbourhood. The shop is rather dainty, so it was amusing to me to watch the boys navigate tiny spoons and drink from china teacups. We did talk about fishing, so I guess it balances out. I never really got why they decided to come to my neighbourhood to eat cheesecake, but whatever. (Actually, I had raspberry creme brulee and Alf had chocolate mousse cake; Rich was the only one who had cheesecake.) It was a really fun last-minute.
I have a Pet Shop Boys song going through my head, one that likely wasn't as popular as "West End Girls" or "It's a Sin" or the like, but it makes me nostalgic for the times I'm living through now. I know I'll look back on these days with a fondness for the simplicity of them and the friends I spent them with, in the same way I look back on my 20s. I fear the armchair that will trap me and force me to only think back to fonder days, back when I could move.
Yesterday I met up with the FairSands for Greek Day outside their door, literally. I've mentioned before how suffocating large crowds are to me, but I'm always amazed how alone I feel walking within large masses of people, and at times there were a lot of people. We ate a bunch of food and kept going back to their house to get away from the crowds to eat in relative peace: souvlaki, spanakopita, loukoumades... So many loukoumades because the line was super long and Rach's mom made it worth her half-hour wait while the rest of us kept the kids amused indoors. Terry was performing in front of an insurance company and it was fun to see huge masses of people warm up to him. I love knowing an Elvis Tribute Artist (ETA) because there aren't a lot of people that can say they know an ETA. It makes me feel sort of special.
Today I met up with Linh and Stewart to pass over the keys and get an update on their kitty's demeanour. I managed to keep Momo alive, which is nice and helpful as a cat sitter, and didn't overfeed her. (I sometimes have visions that most animals will explode like fish if I overfeed them, which is probably part of the reason I don't think I can ever have an animal in my care long-term.) She was crying a lot when they returned home, though, so I guess my petting/playing with her wasn't nearly long enough, even though she acted all bored of me. They brought me a big bottle of fig He'brew, which I am so excited to try. My friend Mike originally did testings of He'brew varieties and reported his scientific results, and claimed the fig one was the tastiest. They also brought me a case of Cherry Coke, which is so incredibly awesome of them. We went for lunch at a vegetarian Vietnamese restaurant in Burnaby that I'd heard about from a co-worker. I am very fond of meatless meat-like foodstuffs and the meatless meat-like foodstuffs were quite nice at this place. A bit of a bitch to get to from our area of town, but tasty and relatively cheap. (There's another place on Fraser that's supposed to be really good as well, so it's next on the list.)
I sewed most of dress #3 and had a nap 'cause that's how I roll.
Rich called to ask where in my neighbourhood he and his friend could eat cheesecake, so they came 'round and we went to Sweet Revenge for dessert. Since it was quite nice out, we walked from my house (I'm always pushing for this option rather than meeting at locales) and checked out repairs around the neighbourhood. The shop is rather dainty, so it was amusing to me to watch the boys navigate tiny spoons and drink from china teacups. We did talk about fishing, so I guess it balances out. I never really got why they decided to come to my neighbourhood to eat cheesecake, but whatever. (Actually, I had raspberry creme brulee and Alf had chocolate mousse cake; Rich was the only one who had cheesecake.) It was a really fun last-minute.
I have a Pet Shop Boys song going through my head, one that likely wasn't as popular as "West End Girls" or "It's a Sin" or the like, but it makes me nostalgic for the times I'm living through now. I know I'll look back on these days with a fondness for the simplicity of them and the friends I spent them with, in the same way I look back on my 20s. I fear the armchair that will trap me and force me to only think back to fonder days, back when I could move.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
on being cheap
Oh geez, I am broke. I took out a bit of money for the birthday dinner of one of the bridesmaids, thinking the leftover money could see me through to my trip this week. No such luck. It was fun and all, but I have a huge gripe: freeloaders.
We had sangria at my friend's house before we took taxis to the restaurant. The couple in my taxi shorted me and the other girl a couple bucks each for the taxi. Fine, whatever. At dinner they had the most expensive meals, appetizers and twice the number of drinks, yet still put in the same as everyone else, totally shorting the rest of us by at least $20. The same situation for drinks after dinner, but by that point I just didn't care anymore and put in just enough to leave a bad tip for our horrible waitress and ditched before they put in their money.
I know I'm not the greatest tipper sometimes, but, holy crap, $20 short for dinner is a massive amount. Obviously you know what you've consumed is twice as much as everyone else; pull your weight, for cripes' sake. I had no interest in talking to them after the dinner incident.
Other than that... I wore the most recent dress to work today, a pixel-looking A-line dress with poorly placed pockets that I threw on as an afterthought. It's not so bad; I like the pattern. Someone suggested it looked homemade in a Main Street sort of way; like it probably cost a lot. Just wish I had my serger serviced so I could finish the edges better. It's going to start unravelling like crazy. I didn't get home early enough (or sober enough) to tackle the third dress. As much as I'd like it done, I have to hold off. Drat.
We had sangria at my friend's house before we took taxis to the restaurant. The couple in my taxi shorted me and the other girl a couple bucks each for the taxi. Fine, whatever. At dinner they had the most expensive meals, appetizers and twice the number of drinks, yet still put in the same as everyone else, totally shorting the rest of us by at least $20. The same situation for drinks after dinner, but by that point I just didn't care anymore and put in just enough to leave a bad tip for our horrible waitress and ditched before they put in their money.
I know I'm not the greatest tipper sometimes, but, holy crap, $20 short for dinner is a massive amount. Obviously you know what you've consumed is twice as much as everyone else; pull your weight, for cripes' sake. I had no interest in talking to them after the dinner incident.
Other than that... I wore the most recent dress to work today, a pixel-looking A-line dress with poorly placed pockets that I threw on as an afterthought. It's not so bad; I like the pattern. Someone suggested it looked homemade in a Main Street sort of way; like it probably cost a lot. Just wish I had my serger serviced so I could finish the edges better. It's going to start unravelling like crazy. I didn't get home early enough (or sober enough) to tackle the third dress. As much as I'd like it done, I have to hold off. Drat.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
bad hair day
I should really be snuggled into bed, but I had a sugar crash nap this afternoon for what may have been a couple hours (I can't remember what was on TV when I closed my eyes). My ability to sleep a full night has been compromised.
My hair looks a bit soccer mom right now, which is upsetting because I am not, nor will I ever be, a soccer mom. The guy talked about Iran and Noam Chomsky and might have gotten distracted so much that he chopped my hair into what it is. I'll know better after I wash it and style it myself (admittedly I am poor at styling, but could it be worse than soccer mom style? NO). It's a bit poofy and short, but at least the colour is a bit more even. Did I mention it's short? It's really short. Ultra short.
Having multiple days off this week, I realise that I like not working. If only there were a way to not work, yet still be able to afford to live in the manner I've grown accustomed to. Since I'm obviously not going to be a trophy wife for some rich guy, I guess I have to buy a lottery ticket and hope for the best. I could probably live OK on $9 million for a while. If I live frugally.
Of little interest to anyone but me, my deodorant smells like nectarines, and I like it. Also, Pimms is STILL sold out at every liquor store I go to. It just doesn't show up in shipments, for some reason. How can I drink myself to death without Pimms?
Starting the sewing portion of the third dress tomorrow night, maybe, likely.
My hair looks a bit soccer mom right now, which is upsetting because I am not, nor will I ever be, a soccer mom. The guy talked about Iran and Noam Chomsky and might have gotten distracted so much that he chopped my hair into what it is. I'll know better after I wash it and style it myself (admittedly I am poor at styling, but could it be worse than soccer mom style? NO). It's a bit poofy and short, but at least the colour is a bit more even. Did I mention it's short? It's really short. Ultra short.
Having multiple days off this week, I realise that I like not working. If only there were a way to not work, yet still be able to afford to live in the manner I've grown accustomed to. Since I'm obviously not going to be a trophy wife for some rich guy, I guess I have to buy a lottery ticket and hope for the best. I could probably live OK on $9 million for a while. If I live frugally.
Of little interest to anyone but me, my deodorant smells like nectarines, and I like it. Also, Pimms is STILL sold out at every liquor store I go to. It just doesn't show up in shipments, for some reason. How can I drink myself to death without Pimms?
Starting the sewing portion of the third dress tomorrow night, maybe, likely.
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