I’m eating a yogurt dated April 10 (I love you Tizzy) and just sent of resume/cover letter number kazillion. How are you?
Currently I am convinced that I am in no control of my moods, and neither are my hormones, even. It’s got to be 100% planetary.
This blog’s been neglected because, other than working, how do I say this with even a modicum of kindness … well … B is not, and I’m kind of afraid to post without a picture and the Flicker’s sent me this full message.
Blah blah.
I guess I just feel like being honest.
Or the planets are telling me to be honest.
Tell me something good ...
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, April 02, 2009
jueves amor
I finally have a love thursday!
We went to breakfast this morning, or more like lunch, it's been months since we've been to this place. There was a woman hand preparing tortillas there, her daughter (7) was with her, probably on Spring Break.
We were the only people eating outside, with the woman working and her daughter, it's a little cool today, for having to work outside.
B had milanesa (when doesn't he?) and I had carnitas (actually ... when don't I?). The little girl must have liked the look of his milanesa and asked her mom to get her one. Not awkwardly, it became obvious that, though the woman worked there, her food wouldn't be covered. Even though her tortillas were so delicious!
I was thinking how I would like to pay for the girl's meal ... we talked the whole time and B joked with her and she asked about Celeste and looked at a picture of her on my phone ... it was as if we were friends.
B went in to get a recipient for my unfinished carnitas (I haven't let it all go to pot, even though I didn't get the job I absolutely wanted) while he was in there he paid, and for a split second I was disappointed because I didn't want to go without doing something for the little girl.
We said "nice to meet you" to the mother, the daughter was in the bathroom, and B said, "I took care of the girl's milanesa ..."
I kissed him all the way to the car in the parking lot and told him over and over again, "that was exactly what I wanted."
We went to breakfast this morning, or more like lunch, it's been months since we've been to this place. There was a woman hand preparing tortillas there, her daughter (7) was with her, probably on Spring Break.
We were the only people eating outside, with the woman working and her daughter, it's a little cool today, for having to work outside.
B had milanesa (when doesn't he?) and I had carnitas (actually ... when don't I?). The little girl must have liked the look of his milanesa and asked her mom to get her one. Not awkwardly, it became obvious that, though the woman worked there, her food wouldn't be covered. Even though her tortillas were so delicious!
I was thinking how I would like to pay for the girl's meal ... we talked the whole time and B joked with her and she asked about Celeste and looked at a picture of her on my phone ... it was as if we were friends.
B went in to get a recipient for my unfinished carnitas (I haven't let it all go to pot, even though I didn't get the job I absolutely wanted) while he was in there he paid, and for a split second I was disappointed because I didn't want to go without doing something for the little girl.
We said "nice to meet you" to the mother, the daughter was in the bathroom, and B said, "I took care of the girl's milanesa ..."
I kissed him all the way to the car in the parking lot and told him over and over again, "that was exactly what I wanted."
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Not bandwagon
While I have wanted to learn how to better organize my finances for some years now, it does feel more important now than before.
I regularly read books and blogs about personal finance.
I'm on my third attempt of a daily spending notebook. I got a gold one this last time to counterbalance the negative numbers I'm always writing down. At the end of March I plan to make a three month spreadsheet to reflect on where the money is all going.
So, why did I start this post?
Oh yeah ... here are two things I've started doing this year that have either environmental or financial ramifications in my life (or both!)
>Saving cans and bottles.
B was against this. He thinks it creates a mess and it is so much easier to just toss them in the "recycling" dumpster in the apartment complex.
>Buying the cheapest heavy duty tinfoil and reusing it.
Last night's asparagus cover is tonight's chicken thawing receptacle. Then I'll throw it away, I draw the line at salmonella. If it is for bread or vegetables or something I think is "safe" I use it more than twice.
I regularly read books and blogs about personal finance.
I'm on my third attempt of a daily spending notebook. I got a gold one this last time to counterbalance the negative numbers I'm always writing down. At the end of March I plan to make a three month spreadsheet to reflect on where the money is all going.
So, why did I start this post?
Oh yeah ... here are two things I've started doing this year that have either environmental or financial ramifications in my life (or both!)
>Saving cans and bottles.
B was against this. He thinks it creates a mess and it is so much easier to just toss them in the "recycling" dumpster in the apartment complex.
>Buying the cheapest heavy duty tinfoil and reusing it.
Last night's asparagus cover is tonight's chicken thawing receptacle. Then I'll throw it away, I draw the line at salmonella. If it is for bread or vegetables or something I think is "safe" I use it more than twice.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Howzit?!
I now love pinkeye. Three days off!
We made a cake yesterday and I probably shouldn't tell the internets this (I didn't tell B or Celeste). I needed a little more butter but we were out so I used bacon fat.
Yes.
Who am I kidding? Celeste doesn't give a rip!
So the cake formed this kind of crust. I kept testing it while it was in the oven but it seemed to have the crust but be raw inside. From one minute to the next it cooked.
I am waiting until we get our tax return to upgrade the Flickr so no more pictures until then. I guess. There was a warning the last time I logged in telling me I was close to the 200 limit.
Another new love? Acupuncture face lift.
I told several people I'd never put needles in my face but it's surprisingly not scary, in fact, Dr. G remarked, "this girl isn't afraid of needles at all."
I'm not if he's the one weilding them.
So there's the only place you're likely to hear, "Lift and pin" or "I'm threading your wrinkle with this long one."
Sheesh!
We made a cake yesterday and I probably shouldn't tell the internets this (I didn't tell B or Celeste). I needed a little more butter but we were out so I used bacon fat.
Yes.
Who am I kidding? Celeste doesn't give a rip!
So the cake formed this kind of crust. I kept testing it while it was in the oven but it seemed to have the crust but be raw inside. From one minute to the next it cooked.
I am waiting until we get our tax return to upgrade the Flickr so no more pictures until then. I guess. There was a warning the last time I logged in telling me I was close to the 200 limit.
Another new love? Acupuncture face lift.
I told several people I'd never put needles in my face but it's surprisingly not scary, in fact, Dr. G remarked, "this girl isn't afraid of needles at all."
I'm not if he's the one weilding them.
So there's the only place you're likely to hear, "Lift and pin" or "I'm threading your wrinkle with this long one."
Sheesh!
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Book Review
Hey, happy March!
It blew in like a lion up at my cousin's house but I understand more like a sweaty lamb down here.
Probably I should be sued for the image. But I have nothing!
Okay, I really liked this book. I don't know why authors that begin with the ending and then write filling in all the details really appeal to me. The story is that a woman from China is hired to take care of a little girl adopted by American parents from the same country. It was great to escape into the trials and tribulations of her life back in China and in the large scale of New York.
The ambiguous real ending also kept me thinking. In fact I'm not entirely sure I believe the logical conclusion, that the girl is returned to her mother. But, and I'm sorry for that, the premise is that the nanny loves the little girl so intensely that she takes her, is not fulfilled by the line of the story.
All the feelings I as the reader sensed in the nanny add up to more interest in the mother, perhaps another minor character. I did not feel love for the little girl in the nanny's experience.
Anyway it was still well written and worth the time.
It blew in like a lion up at my cousin's house but I understand more like a sweaty lamb down here.
Probably I should be sued for the image. But I have nothing!
Okay, I really liked this book. I don't know why authors that begin with the ending and then write filling in all the details really appeal to me. The story is that a woman from China is hired to take care of a little girl adopted by American parents from the same country. It was great to escape into the trials and tribulations of her life back in China and in the large scale of New York.
The ambiguous real ending also kept me thinking. In fact I'm not entirely sure I believe the logical conclusion, that the girl is returned to her mother. But, and I'm sorry for that, the premise is that the nanny loves the little girl so intensely that she takes her, is not fulfilled by the line of the story.
All the feelings I as the reader sensed in the nanny add up to more interest in the mother, perhaps another minor character. I did not feel love for the little girl in the nanny's experience.
Anyway it was still well written and worth the time.
Friday, February 13, 2009
sexy weights
My first homemade gift from B.
He thinks my 5LBers are too small (he's surely right).
I need both hands to lift just the one of these.
The heavier one.
Don't laugh!
Tried comparing them to items around the house, but still can't figure out how much they weigh. More. than. ten.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
Because otherwise I'm a sissy.
And they're only slightly different weights!
He thinks my 5LBers are too small (he's surely right).
I need both hands to lift just the one of these.
The heavier one.
Don't laugh!
Tried comparing them to items around the house, but still can't figure out how much they weigh. More. than. ten.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
Because otherwise I'm a sissy.
And they're only slightly different weights!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
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