Last week, I finally mustered up the courage to join the local gym, and it only took me (almost) a week to go for the first time! Jacob had swim class tonoc, so I made a trip to the (evil) WalMart and purchased some workout wear, as I am too-- ahem-- "lush bodied", shall we say, for my former workout wear, or "pajamas", as they came to be known. A *smart* person might say that if I had been using them for working out instead of SLEEPING, I wouldn't be needing the next size up-- but nobody likes a smarty pants.
I really had no idea how any of the exercise equipment worked, so I quickly sized up the joint and chose the most familiar and least dangerous looking contraption: the exercise bike-type thingey (except you lean back when you ride it-- a nice improvement, as you can practically lounge and read while you work the flab off. How civilized!)
I wanted to appear confident and a non-newbie for my first trip to the gym, but for some reason, the bike bucked and wobbled as I used it, and I had no idea why-- I looked around, and no one else was clunking along... how embarassing! So I sat and pedaled the whole 30 minutes trying to radiate the thoght that "yeah, I know it's clunking-- it's cool! I like it like that" to the imaginary spectators in my head: I thought for sure the whole establishment was gaping to see what all the commotion was, to see if perhaps someone needed assistance or resuscitation, but no one seemed to care.
I guess no one cared that my shoes were a wreck, either-- I figured this whole week that I'd have to run off to the store and pick up a new pair so no one would think I was slumming it at the gym, but I think I was making that one up so I could put off going for another week or 2.
I'm hoping to make it back in the am to check out the swim aerobics classes. I know that the morning classes are usually frequented by little old ladies, some whom are in better shape than I am, so I am going to try my hardest not to be intimidated by the buff grandmas and their ability to kick my ass. My main concern, tho, is that the only swim suit I have is the granny-skirt style tankinni, which weighs a ton when it gets wet. I really hope the skirt doesn't get waterlogged and decide to creep it's way off my butt midway thru class.
Which really leads me to believe that maybe I'll have to postpone until I can go shopping... and until my behind has shrunk thusly such that I won't be needing the added tent of fabric to hide my cellulite.
Why oh why didn't I think of how complicated it would be to get skinny?
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Why I Love This Country, Rough Draft:
I wanted to make a brief comment about how surreal it is that people are in a fear-frenzied uproar with the recent school shooting: Don't people know that sort of violence is fairly common throughout most of the world, and how incredibly fortunate we are to be insulated from it?
For a brief while I studied the genocides that have occurred on nearly every continent, where hundreds of thousands of people have been slaughtered en masse-- corpses littering the streets and sidewalks, the smell of rotting flesh, the buzz of flies everywhere, occuring with such regularity that it became common in some cultures. In many cultures on this very day, it remains common.
Losing 32 people is a tragedy I can't begin to imagine; I can appreciate, however, that we are so protected in this country that the entire nation reels when these types of things happen. But honestly, when compared to the incidents in the world around us, 32 is a very small number.
At moments like these, I count my blessings that in America, every life is important-- every death makes an impact and is a tragedy. Because, in our country "All Men Are Created Equal", the death of a Holocost survivor with a PhD carries equal weight with a 19 year old still finding her way in the world. I find this profoundly inspiring, and very unique in a world where this is rarely so.
For a brief while I studied the genocides that have occurred on nearly every continent, where hundreds of thousands of people have been slaughtered en masse-- corpses littering the streets and sidewalks, the smell of rotting flesh, the buzz of flies everywhere, occuring with such regularity that it became common in some cultures. In many cultures on this very day, it remains common.
Losing 32 people is a tragedy I can't begin to imagine; I can appreciate, however, that we are so protected in this country that the entire nation reels when these types of things happen. But honestly, when compared to the incidents in the world around us, 32 is a very small number.
At moments like these, I count my blessings that in America, every life is important-- every death makes an impact and is a tragedy. Because, in our country "All Men Are Created Equal", the death of a Holocost survivor with a PhD carries equal weight with a 19 year old still finding her way in the world. I find this profoundly inspiring, and very unique in a world where this is rarely so.
P.S.
The pinkies opened their eyes today! They can see their momma now and chase her down-- but she tries her best to get the heck away from them as often as she can. I guess she's a modern, empowered gal, just fighting for a little time for "self actualization" (a little "Simple Abundance", perhaps? Yecch! I hated that book!)
The little critters are SOOOOOOOO adorable-- anybody want a cute little mousie? There are actually *15* babies we need to unload (hungry snakes need not apply).
The little critters are SOOOOOOOO adorable-- anybody want a cute little mousie? There are actually *15* babies we need to unload (hungry snakes need not apply).
Monday, April 16, 2007
Fergalicious?
At this point in the day, I'm not sure if I was a bad, bad girl and awoke this morning in one of the dimensions of hell, where "My Humps" plays over and over and over and over again until you plead to Satan for mercy.
All day long: "she's got me spending...." "Spending all your money on me, and spending time on me...." "She's got me speeeeeennnnnding" "My humps, my little lady lumps"... "My humps, my humps my humps , my humps, my little lady lumps".
I'd be concentrating on hanging blood today, talking with a patient, and all of a sudden: "she's got me speeeennnnnding!", with a little Fergie dancing around, fondling her humpy parts in the nether regions of my brain.
Milky, milky, coco puffs...
Tag, you're it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vj9swNR5-lY
All day long: "she's got me spending...." "Spending all your money on me, and spending time on me...." "She's got me speeeeeennnnnding" "My humps, my little lady lumps"... "My humps, my humps my humps , my humps, my little lady lumps".
I'd be concentrating on hanging blood today, talking with a patient, and all of a sudden: "she's got me speeeennnnnding!", with a little Fergie dancing around, fondling her humpy parts in the nether regions of my brain.
Milky, milky, coco puffs...
Tag, you're it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vj9swNR5-lY
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Spiritual Constipation
After sitting in church this am and listening to our (awesome) pastor (this is the guy who dressed up like the "red pill blue pill"character from the Matrix and did a few sermons, Matrix style), I realized that I am likely suffering from a form of spiritual constipation:
To be a Christian entails some degree of being in relationship with other followers, and I am avoiding it like the plague. Because, as Bob says: being a Christian means you have committed to not only loving God, but loving all people-- unconditionally. And since *true* love (vs romantic love) is a gift, a choice--it requires you to lay yourself open, leaving you vulnerable to being hurt. And since I have been found lacking in so many ways and snubbed in the past (the spurned lover! a tale as old as time...), I realized that I have found it less painful to discount my fellow parishoners out of hand, before they get the opportunity to reject me-- turning me into the bitter, lonely old gal I have become. Snif!
Because it is always easier to love people you know aren't going to reject you...
BUT: being afraid of rejection is no excuse for becoming an asshole.
The tech people (my husband among them, of late), are starting to put Bob's sermons on line. He just completed a series on the origins of the universe, which incorporated a fair amount of philosophy 201 and a smidgen of quantum physics. Bob (and lots of other pastors, truth be told) always says not to leave your intellect and scepticism at the church door on Sunday, which a long time doubter like me can appreciate. I am hoping those sermons make it, and soon-- my attention span isn't so great, and I probably take in about 35% of what is said (the doodling and list making probably don't help). He mentioned something a couple weeks ago about how the phrase "All Men Are Created Equal" would not have been spoken in a culture that espoused an evolutionary worldview (which, in the secret, blackest, depth of my heart I sometimes embrace, much to my shame.) And for some reason, I thought it was important enough to write down on my program. Wish I remembered why...
http://riverwood.net/
To be a Christian entails some degree of being in relationship with other followers, and I am avoiding it like the plague. Because, as Bob says: being a Christian means you have committed to not only loving God, but loving all people-- unconditionally. And since *true* love (vs romantic love) is a gift, a choice--it requires you to lay yourself open, leaving you vulnerable to being hurt. And since I have been found lacking in so many ways and snubbed in the past (the spurned lover! a tale as old as time...), I realized that I have found it less painful to discount my fellow parishoners out of hand, before they get the opportunity to reject me-- turning me into the bitter, lonely old gal I have become. Snif!
Because it is always easier to love people you know aren't going to reject you...
BUT: being afraid of rejection is no excuse for becoming an asshole.
The tech people (my husband among them, of late), are starting to put Bob's sermons on line. He just completed a series on the origins of the universe, which incorporated a fair amount of philosophy 201 and a smidgen of quantum physics. Bob (and lots of other pastors, truth be told) always says not to leave your intellect and scepticism at the church door on Sunday, which a long time doubter like me can appreciate. I am hoping those sermons make it, and soon-- my attention span isn't so great, and I probably take in about 35% of what is said (the doodling and list making probably don't help). He mentioned something a couple weeks ago about how the phrase "All Men Are Created Equal" would not have been spoken in a culture that espoused an evolutionary worldview (which, in the secret, blackest, depth of my heart I sometimes embrace, much to my shame.) And for some reason, I thought it was important enough to write down on my program. Wish I remembered why...
http://riverwood.net/
What's Blooming:
After Jake and I took a loooong walk with the dogs, who are behaving so well-- I got around to turning the small garden plot by the house again. I planted: beets, sno peas, mesculin and mixed lettuce, spinach, and onions. They're all cold weather crops, so they should do fine, even if it gets a bit frosty.
I have a couple dozen asparagus plants to get in the ground as well, but I'm not sure where to put them...
What's in the gardens:
Daffodils are coming back, and the later blooming varities are getting started
Tulips are coming up, but I hope they're at least a couple weeks away
Anemones are blooming (blanda bulbs and multifida Anabella plants)
Scilla are blooming
arabis Alpina Snowcap is blooming (pictured below)
the chionodoxa forbesii, muscari, and allium roseums started just before the cold, and are recovering ok
I'm sad that the crocus are done-- it was just too cold for too long
And finally, most everything is coming back, but nothing else is close to blooming for a while
I have a couple dozen asparagus plants to get in the ground as well, but I'm not sure where to put them...
What's in the gardens:
Daffodils are coming back, and the later blooming varities are getting started
Tulips are coming up, but I hope they're at least a couple weeks away
Anemones are blooming (blanda bulbs and multifida Anabella plants)
Scilla are blooming
arabis Alpina Snowcap is blooming (pictured below)
the chionodoxa forbesii, muscari, and allium roseums started just before the cold, and are recovering ok
I'm sad that the crocus are done-- it was just too cold for too long
And finally, most everything is coming back, but nothing else is close to blooming for a while
Foodie Feast:
Tonight, we supped on a feast of buffalo steaks and wild-harvested venison tenderloin; one loin grilled with a cracked pepper rub, the other sauteed with garlic and onion in a red wine reduction. Jake also prepared some fried "hen of the woods" mushrooms he gathered from the forest across the way, with baked potatoes, grilled corn, broccoli, and a loaf of whole wheat bread. We eat like kings! And life is good...
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Museum Visit #2
Our trip to the Museum of Science and Industry yesterday went well: I only experienced minor panic on the tollway (I think they're still finishing up the construction projects they started when I began driving 20 years ago), but we made it there and back in one piece, and far faster than the train. Parking was a dream, which was made nicer by the member's discount-- I decided to join when I discovered that there is a CSI exhibit coming next month that the whole family would like to see: Members get 4 free tickets to all special exhibits, free Ominmax tickets, and it's all TAX DEDUCTIBLE, those two magic words I discovered this year after doing my taxes myself.
In fact, they were having a sleep in last night at the museum, which boggled me with depths of coolness my adult mind could barely comprehend. SLEEP IN? At the MUSEUM??? It's like a geeky kid's greatest fantasy come true, only there were far more adults with their pillows and sleeping bags there than there were kids. MY kids weren't nearly as excited as me, either, and had the audacity to ask: "but what would we sleep in, mom? What would we wear tomorrow?" Obviously they were not grasping the magnitude of how awesome it would be to be locked in all night with the creepy coal mine and the plasticized corpses. Sleeping bag, indeed. Who was planning on sleeping?!
Kids these days...
I have to say that the Body Worlds2 exhibit wasn't nearly as, hmmmm, how shall I say it? *Enlightening* in the educational, curious geek style I was looking for. (Unless you're talking about a "geek" from the carnival; you know, the creature that bites the head off of live chickens and the like to the horror of the onlookers.) I was expecting to receive some clinical insight into the human anatomy; more and better information, a closer view of the of the absorbtive tissues of the small intestine, for example. I even paid the extra $4 for the audio tour, thinking it would thrill me with fascinating tidbits about the pancreas and the neural pathways, the motor mechanisms of the muscles and bones. But unless you are living in a cave and missed your third grade science class, it wasn't telling even my 9 year old anything he didn't already know. Sigh!
Say what you will, but Dr. Gunther Von Hagens is more of an artist than an anatomist, in my book. The delight he takes in positioning his plastinates is very evident; viewing his work you get a clear sense that he is likely not undertaking this grim task to advance our knowledge of the body, as he claims, but because he is drawn to work with corpses as his artistic medium. Dr Von Hagens fashions these corpses into what he insists to be primarily functional, but there is a distinct aesthetic, and an undercurrent of creepy sensuality present in every piece. Living and playing not too far from self described "artists" such as Jeffrey Dahmer and Ed Gein, it isn't too hard to make the leap from the scientific to the macabre; but at least Dr Von Hagens found a more legit means to fulfill his yearnings, and I can appreciate that.
I heard recently that the good Dr. is shocking the science world by planning to create a double plastinate, through which the "anatomy of intercourse" will be demonstrated; bodies "transformed into an act of love with a woman or a man" (as he put it in his questionnaire to 6500 potential donors).
Yeah, right. If this guy hasn't already made one for each room of his house in various positions, I'd be VERY surprised. And let's not even speak of his desire to meld people with animals.... Shudder.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5651882
In fact, they were having a sleep in last night at the museum, which boggled me with depths of coolness my adult mind could barely comprehend. SLEEP IN? At the MUSEUM??? It's like a geeky kid's greatest fantasy come true, only there were far more adults with their pillows and sleeping bags there than there were kids. MY kids weren't nearly as excited as me, either, and had the audacity to ask: "but what would we sleep in, mom? What would we wear tomorrow?" Obviously they were not grasping the magnitude of how awesome it would be to be locked in all night with the creepy coal mine and the plasticized corpses. Sleeping bag, indeed. Who was planning on sleeping?!
Kids these days...
I have to say that the Body Worlds2 exhibit wasn't nearly as, hmmmm, how shall I say it? *Enlightening* in the educational, curious geek style I was looking for. (Unless you're talking about a "geek" from the carnival; you know, the creature that bites the head off of live chickens and the like to the horror of the onlookers.) I was expecting to receive some clinical insight into the human anatomy; more and better information, a closer view of the of the absorbtive tissues of the small intestine, for example. I even paid the extra $4 for the audio tour, thinking it would thrill me with fascinating tidbits about the pancreas and the neural pathways, the motor mechanisms of the muscles and bones. But unless you are living in a cave and missed your third grade science class, it wasn't telling even my 9 year old anything he didn't already know. Sigh!
Say what you will, but Dr. Gunther Von Hagens is more of an artist than an anatomist, in my book. The delight he takes in positioning his plastinates is very evident; viewing his work you get a clear sense that he is likely not undertaking this grim task to advance our knowledge of the body, as he claims, but because he is drawn to work with corpses as his artistic medium. Dr Von Hagens fashions these corpses into what he insists to be primarily functional, but there is a distinct aesthetic, and an undercurrent of creepy sensuality present in every piece. Living and playing not too far from self described "artists" such as Jeffrey Dahmer and Ed Gein, it isn't too hard to make the leap from the scientific to the macabre; but at least Dr Von Hagens found a more legit means to fulfill his yearnings, and I can appreciate that.
I heard recently that the good Dr. is shocking the science world by planning to create a double plastinate, through which the "anatomy of intercourse" will be demonstrated; bodies "transformed into an act of love with a woman or a man" (as he put it in his questionnaire to 6500 potential donors).
Yeah, right. If this guy hasn't already made one for each room of his house in various positions, I'd be VERY surprised. And let's not even speak of his desire to meld people with animals.... Shudder.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5651882
More and More Babies!
I got the call this morning to pick up our 4 new baby chicks: surprise babies (or, as Tracey would say "baby surprises!"), since they weren't supposed to arrive until after the first of May. Like all new parents, we weren't ready-- the coop is a disaster, but we had a nice, big cardboard box, and they seem satisfied with it.
With all the squeaking and chirping going on, the other animals are going crazy:
With all the squeaking and chirping going on, the other animals are going crazy:
Why Robertson Davies is My Favorite Author:
"Thus it was that when Francis came to die, he had pretty well made up his accounts with all the principal figures in his life, and although he seemed to the world, and even to his few close friends, an eccentric and crabbed spirit, there was a quality of completeness about him that bound those friends tighter than would have been the case if he had been filled with one-sided, know-nothing sweetness and easy acceptance." p.773 "What's Bred in the Bone"
Can this man write a brilliant run-on sentence, or what?!?
Can this man write a brilliant run-on sentence, or what?!?
Thursday, April 12, 2007
My Husband's Infidelity:
My husband received a call yesterday, which he was very hush hush about-- in fact, he was cowering in the corner on the phone, almost whispering-- making himself as conspicuously inconspicuous as he could, which immediately aroused my suspicions.
Was it my greatest fear (of late) come true? Was he indeed setting up an evening rendezvous, abandoning his wife and kids for yet another night? Noooooooooooo!
But yes, my husband, despite my protests, agreed to work the sound board for the worship team at church. Ugh!
Which normally, in a different time, wouldn't have been a problem. You see, at one time, I was just as eager to jump in and participate in the church experience as any new Christian would be...but after realizing, after many painful attempts, that I don't fit the "profile" of a pious Christian woman, I want nothing to do with it.
Point in case:
1) I swear. Sometimes, a lot. I heard one time in Bible study that Jesus would fix this somewhere along the way, but he hasn't gotten around to it yet. Shit.
2) I have an adventurous streak that nice, churchgoing folk just don't seem to get. I have no desire to scrapbook as my primary outlet of socialization; I don't sponge paint-- I could care less about decorating my Christian home with stenciled Bible verses on the walls, and I much prefer my Pee Wee Herman collection in the china cabinet to acrylic crosses from the local Christian bookstore. I want to hike, and bike, and interact with God's creation. And I have an incredible urge to shake my booty every now and again! If any of the congregation members we've met in the past 8 years has had an interesting past anywhere along the way, they've done a STELLAR job of concealing it. I like how my past has made me into who I am today, and I hate how much that threatens my fellow churchgoers.
3) I like sinners. They're fun, and they're real people. Give me an openly practicing homosexual anyday vs. a calm, quiet, constantly smiling, (vacuous), clammyhanded Christian, who will make you feel like you're from a different planet, even when you're on your very best behavior. I know these people are hiding something... I'd rather know what I'm in for when I'm dealing with people. Plus, I'm sick of always trying to hide who I am-- I don't have to do that with people who aren't hiding who they are, either. I figure, if you're always trying to hide your sins, how are you ever going to overcome them? You aren't. And those ever smiling, always happy people creep me out, big time. Zoloft, anyone?
4) I LOVES ME A TASTY COCKTAIL!!!! Where o where in the Bible does it say that "thou must abstain from the evil wiles of the Chocolate City Martini (a la BJ Wentkers)"? Really, when those tasty friends o my soul are $9 a pop, I verily shall avoid wanton drunkenness.
5) After many attempts, I have realized that I am not a fan of Christian music (Third Day is the only exception. That lead singer has a great voice and isn't to hard on the eyes).
Ok, ok-- you love Jesus! Me too! But your music is still lame.
Have you ever been to a Chriatian concert? Bizarre. You can hop around and do the "Christian Bop", but no dancing. Dancing is bad. And don't wiggle too much, either... Watch those hips!
And I have met the stupidest, most irritating folks at Christian concerts. I'm sorry-- if you have a baby, and you can't find a sitter, don't sit in the 5th row, right in front of the speakers, unless you have a special "hearing aid" fund for little Elijah. This is a bad parent maneuver I'd expect to see at the Grateful Dead concert, not the "Jesus Jubilee" at the Grace Church in Racine.
And no, I do NOT want to drive 50 miles out of my way at 1 am after a concert to find the nearest Krispy Kreme (with the Young Adult Ministry group-- dude!). I really don't think the drunks in Skokie thought it was funny that you were messing with them in the Drive Thru, giving yet another example of God's grace that you didn't get a cap popped in yo ass. I learned that night that downing a dozen doughnuts is an acceptable balm for the deep seated pain these young adults bear for their lack of casual sex and abstention from drugs and alcohol.
I resolved that night that my kids wouldn't grow up to be so gosh-darn DORKY. Kids, if you're still playing with video games and saying "dude" at 26, I will harass you relentlessly.
I'm just wondering what this new development will mean for Jake and my spiritual relationship: We've always cycled in our own little orbits; when I was a budding new Holy Roller, Jake wanted nothing to do with it (I think he was afraid I'd make him get rid of his porn collection-- and these days, I'm wishing I hadn't!) The Worship Team folks asked a few weeks ago if I wanted to do Power Point, which would be fine, I guess-- but when I told them I'd be happy to, since "I hate to sing, and it would be great since I wouldn't have to anymore", they kindof backed away slowly, as if my horns were briefly visible and the truth was revealed that I wasn't the full fledged convert they thought I was. Tee hee. That's ONE way to keep from being asked...
Was it my greatest fear (of late) come true? Was he indeed setting up an evening rendezvous, abandoning his wife and kids for yet another night? Noooooooooooo!
But yes, my husband, despite my protests, agreed to work the sound board for the worship team at church. Ugh!
Which normally, in a different time, wouldn't have been a problem. You see, at one time, I was just as eager to jump in and participate in the church experience as any new Christian would be...but after realizing, after many painful attempts, that I don't fit the "profile" of a pious Christian woman, I want nothing to do with it.
Point in case:
1) I swear. Sometimes, a lot. I heard one time in Bible study that Jesus would fix this somewhere along the way, but he hasn't gotten around to it yet. Shit.
2) I have an adventurous streak that nice, churchgoing folk just don't seem to get. I have no desire to scrapbook as my primary outlet of socialization; I don't sponge paint-- I could care less about decorating my Christian home with stenciled Bible verses on the walls, and I much prefer my Pee Wee Herman collection in the china cabinet to acrylic crosses from the local Christian bookstore. I want to hike, and bike, and interact with God's creation. And I have an incredible urge to shake my booty every now and again! If any of the congregation members we've met in the past 8 years has had an interesting past anywhere along the way, they've done a STELLAR job of concealing it. I like how my past has made me into who I am today, and I hate how much that threatens my fellow churchgoers.
3) I like sinners. They're fun, and they're real people. Give me an openly practicing homosexual anyday vs. a calm, quiet, constantly smiling, (vacuous), clammyhanded Christian, who will make you feel like you're from a different planet, even when you're on your very best behavior. I know these people are hiding something... I'd rather know what I'm in for when I'm dealing with people. Plus, I'm sick of always trying to hide who I am-- I don't have to do that with people who aren't hiding who they are, either. I figure, if you're always trying to hide your sins, how are you ever going to overcome them? You aren't. And those ever smiling, always happy people creep me out, big time. Zoloft, anyone?
4) I LOVES ME A TASTY COCKTAIL!!!! Where o where in the Bible does it say that "thou must abstain from the evil wiles of the Chocolate City Martini (a la BJ Wentkers)"? Really, when those tasty friends o my soul are $9 a pop, I verily shall avoid wanton drunkenness.
5) After many attempts, I have realized that I am not a fan of Christian music (Third Day is the only exception. That lead singer has a great voice and isn't to hard on the eyes).
Ok, ok-- you love Jesus! Me too! But your music is still lame.
Have you ever been to a Chriatian concert? Bizarre. You can hop around and do the "Christian Bop", but no dancing. Dancing is bad. And don't wiggle too much, either... Watch those hips!
And I have met the stupidest, most irritating folks at Christian concerts. I'm sorry-- if you have a baby, and you can't find a sitter, don't sit in the 5th row, right in front of the speakers, unless you have a special "hearing aid" fund for little Elijah. This is a bad parent maneuver I'd expect to see at the Grateful Dead concert, not the "Jesus Jubilee" at the Grace Church in Racine.
And no, I do NOT want to drive 50 miles out of my way at 1 am after a concert to find the nearest Krispy Kreme (with the Young Adult Ministry group-- dude!). I really don't think the drunks in Skokie thought it was funny that you were messing with them in the Drive Thru, giving yet another example of God's grace that you didn't get a cap popped in yo ass. I learned that night that downing a dozen doughnuts is an acceptable balm for the deep seated pain these young adults bear for their lack of casual sex and abstention from drugs and alcohol.
I resolved that night that my kids wouldn't grow up to be so gosh-darn DORKY. Kids, if you're still playing with video games and saying "dude" at 26, I will harass you relentlessly.
I'm just wondering what this new development will mean for Jake and my spiritual relationship: We've always cycled in our own little orbits; when I was a budding new Holy Roller, Jake wanted nothing to do with it (I think he was afraid I'd make him get rid of his porn collection-- and these days, I'm wishing I hadn't!) The Worship Team folks asked a few weeks ago if I wanted to do Power Point, which would be fine, I guess-- but when I told them I'd be happy to, since "I hate to sing, and it would be great since I wouldn't have to anymore", they kindof backed away slowly, as if my horns were briefly visible and the truth was revealed that I wasn't the full fledged convert they thought I was. Tee hee. That's ONE way to keep from being asked...
April?!?
So this is April? Wisconsin weather always makes me laugh-- at least I know that it'll be short-lived.
I had a moment today, so I finally went around and cut the daffodils that have already bloomed. What resilient flowers! They still look beautiful, even tho they bloomed a couple weeks ago, were frozen for over a week, and now, are buried in snow. Next time I feel overwhelmed by the winter doldrums, I'll think of the daffodils.
I do, however, feel badly for the poor chickens. They look cold.
I had a moment today, so I finally went around and cut the daffodils that have already bloomed. What resilient flowers! They still look beautiful, even tho they bloomed a couple weeks ago, were frozen for over a week, and now, are buried in snow. Next time I feel overwhelmed by the winter doldrums, I'll think of the daffodils.
I do, however, feel badly for the poor chickens. They look cold.
Did You Know? (Scandal!)
I know that Easter is over, but did you know that Amazon.com sold these:
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In Answer to Your Question, Part 1:
In response to the two comments I received earlier today (thank you, BTW!):
I really do love the gothic history and architecture of the Catholic church; I could sit and stare for hours at the statues, paintings and stained glass if the pews weren't so damn hard and I could understand a word of what they were saying
But really, I wish I could-- 'cause my daughter attends a very costly Catholic high school, and I know I'd be saving a bundle if we converted.
And to answer Heather's question (and remember, you DID ask): when I was a kid, I was a natural born atheist. I had a gut feeling that Jesus and Santa Claus were invented by our parents to trick us into good behavior, and in my deep conviction, I told every kid in my Sunday school class from age 6 on. I was a stinker, and eventually I shamed my mother into letting us sleep in on Sundays.
But, in retrospect, I never gave Christianity a chance. I had no idea what it was really about-- I grew into adulthood thinking it was about shame, fear, and the old "tricking us into good behavior" bit. My spiritual thought processes hadn't evolved one iota from my 6 year old misperceptions…pretty sad, if you think about it.
Spiritually lost, I wandered through young adulthood, taking the Modern Intellectual's standard journey thru the alternative traditions: shamanism (lived on an indian reservation), Wicca (my firstborn was "Wiccanized" at a Pagan Gathering when she was a baby—but please, keep that under your hat), was a whiz at the Tarot, and even visited a Rainbow Gathering or 2 (eek! Don't ask...)
I ultimately thought I'd discovered the best of *all* worlds when I stumbled upon the Unitarians, who provided a really good pseudo church-like experience with all the standing, sitting, singing and other vaguely familiar rituals that simulated a religious experience fairly well, without all the messy responsibility of committing to actually BELIEVING or worshiping anything in particular (other than your own cleverness at being able to circumvent the "rules", tee hee.) My spiritual growth came to a standstill under the guidance of the Unitarians, where I came to realize that singing praises to the "Spring Flowers" and "Winter Spirits" while dancing the Jewish dance and singing the "Rainbow Connection" wasn't bringing me any closer to an understanding of God or my place in the world. So I quit going.
But when your kids get old enough, it's fairly common to get freaked out about how insane the world is and try to find answers; ways to protect your kids from harm and from making the same stupid mistakes you did. Wandering aimlessly thru life is not a terribly productive way to spend your adult years, and I was hoping to spare my children the legacy of confusion I had wrestled with since childhood.
Eventually I grew tired of making up my values as I went along, realizing that I didn't have the first clue how the world fit together, completely stymied at how to convey our values--right from wrong--to my kids, when I had no idea what they were. So life, being the cyclical journey that it is, pointed me back to the beginnings of my spiritual quest. I had explored the alternative belief systems and found them lacking (the naked wedding at the Pagan Gathering was pretty much a "no Wicca" deal clincher for me), and thusly decided to give the religion of my forefathers a genuine chance.
I church shopped for a long time: I began enthusiastically with my childhood church, the Lutherans, and everything was familiar and hunky dory until I realized that I had not the slightest clue what any of the traditions were, not even the most basic ones. Why were they randomly quoting from the Bible? Why couldn’t I understand what the Bible readings were all about? What was the creepy reason behind drinking Christ’s blood (and eating his body? Yecch!) And when I mustered up the courage to ask the minister what "communion" meant, not only didn't he understand the depths of my ignorance, but he could barely explain it to me!
It was at that point that I realized I was on my own; I had negotiated myself thru doubt and pride into my atheism, and only I could wrangle myself out of it. Instead of continuing to use my intelligence to stunt my growth, I decided it was time to break free from cynicism and learn actually learn something USEFUL, dammit.
I realized early on that I needed a church that explained everything, pretty much word for word-- sort of a "Christianity for Dummies" kind of experience-- which was only to be found in a non-traditional church. In my efforts to read and understand the Bible on my own, I was lost, utterly lost. This eliminated the Catholics, Lutherans, Episcopalians, etc, and anyone else who expected me to yodel hymns written in another century or another language (I can’t sing).
I also wanted to avoid the snake handlers and tongue speakers, thankyouverymuch, which took quite a number of churches off the table as well.
(to be continued...)
I really do love the gothic history and architecture of the Catholic church; I could sit and stare for hours at the statues, paintings and stained glass if the pews weren't so damn hard and I could understand a word of what they were saying
But really, I wish I could-- 'cause my daughter attends a very costly Catholic high school, and I know I'd be saving a bundle if we converted.
And to answer Heather's question (and remember, you DID ask): when I was a kid, I was a natural born atheist. I had a gut feeling that Jesus and Santa Claus were invented by our parents to trick us into good behavior, and in my deep conviction, I told every kid in my Sunday school class from age 6 on. I was a stinker, and eventually I shamed my mother into letting us sleep in on Sundays.
But, in retrospect, I never gave Christianity a chance. I had no idea what it was really about-- I grew into adulthood thinking it was about shame, fear, and the old "tricking us into good behavior" bit. My spiritual thought processes hadn't evolved one iota from my 6 year old misperceptions…pretty sad, if you think about it.
Spiritually lost, I wandered through young adulthood, taking the Modern Intellectual's standard journey thru the alternative traditions: shamanism (lived on an indian reservation), Wicca (my firstborn was "Wiccanized" at a Pagan Gathering when she was a baby—but please, keep that under your hat), was a whiz at the Tarot, and even visited a Rainbow Gathering or 2 (eek! Don't ask...)
I ultimately thought I'd discovered the best of *all* worlds when I stumbled upon the Unitarians, who provided a really good pseudo church-like experience with all the standing, sitting, singing and other vaguely familiar rituals that simulated a religious experience fairly well, without all the messy responsibility of committing to actually BELIEVING or worshiping anything in particular (other than your own cleverness at being able to circumvent the "rules", tee hee.) My spiritual growth came to a standstill under the guidance of the Unitarians, where I came to realize that singing praises to the "Spring Flowers" and "Winter Spirits" while dancing the Jewish dance and singing the "Rainbow Connection" wasn't bringing me any closer to an understanding of God or my place in the world. So I quit going.
But when your kids get old enough, it's fairly common to get freaked out about how insane the world is and try to find answers; ways to protect your kids from harm and from making the same stupid mistakes you did. Wandering aimlessly thru life is not a terribly productive way to spend your adult years, and I was hoping to spare my children the legacy of confusion I had wrestled with since childhood.
Eventually I grew tired of making up my values as I went along, realizing that I didn't have the first clue how the world fit together, completely stymied at how to convey our values--right from wrong--to my kids, when I had no idea what they were. So life, being the cyclical journey that it is, pointed me back to the beginnings of my spiritual quest. I had explored the alternative belief systems and found them lacking (the naked wedding at the Pagan Gathering was pretty much a "no Wicca" deal clincher for me), and thusly decided to give the religion of my forefathers a genuine chance.
I church shopped for a long time: I began enthusiastically with my childhood church, the Lutherans, and everything was familiar and hunky dory until I realized that I had not the slightest clue what any of the traditions were, not even the most basic ones. Why were they randomly quoting from the Bible? Why couldn’t I understand what the Bible readings were all about? What was the creepy reason behind drinking Christ’s blood (and eating his body? Yecch!) And when I mustered up the courage to ask the minister what "communion" meant, not only didn't he understand the depths of my ignorance, but he could barely explain it to me!
It was at that point that I realized I was on my own; I had negotiated myself thru doubt and pride into my atheism, and only I could wrangle myself out of it. Instead of continuing to use my intelligence to stunt my growth, I decided it was time to break free from cynicism and learn actually learn something USEFUL, dammit.
I realized early on that I needed a church that explained everything, pretty much word for word-- sort of a "Christianity for Dummies" kind of experience-- which was only to be found in a non-traditional church. In my efforts to read and understand the Bible on my own, I was lost, utterly lost. This eliminated the Catholics, Lutherans, Episcopalians, etc, and anyone else who expected me to yodel hymns written in another century or another language (I can’t sing).
I also wanted to avoid the snake handlers and tongue speakers, thankyouverymuch, which took quite a number of churches off the table as well.
(to be continued...)
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Bars
I have never once in my life tried to misrepresent myself as anything other than a complete SNOB when it comes to recreation. Yes, it's true: I hate bars. I remarked to my hubby this weekend, when I had the displeasure of sitting in a smoky, smelly, LOUD bar, that all the folks in attendance were in desperate need of a HOBBY-- 'cause I could think of about 85 oher things that I would rather have been doing than just sitting there. At one point, I was even digging through my purse so I could re-organize my date book, but it was missing-- argh!
I mean, really-- what can you do? Smoke, purchase incredibly overpriced BEER (I can't imagine their wine list was very extensive), and shout yourself hoarse to try and converse (poorly) with your companions? Egads! How dull... You can't talk with your friends, you can't catch a quality buzz on piss beer, and the regulars aren't interesting enough to make for worthwhile people watching. (You've seen one drunkard trapped in the 1980's, you've seen them all--in fact, I think the guy playing pool was the same guy playing pool the last time I went into a bar, back in 1991. They're all the same guy, anywhere you go.)
I have often wondered why people go to bars: is it a class issue? Because the folks I see in bars look like they fall into somewhat of a lower income bracket. But I'll tell you, bars ain't cheap. Our (gross) beer was $11 a pitcher, and what is a pack of ciggies nowadays? Like $4? A game of darts was a few bucks per game, and the door was charging a cover for admittance.... so why couldn't you instead save your pennies and go to a gallery opening (free), eat (free) hors d'oeuvres, chat with interesting people (and actually hear them, and respond appropriately), bone up on local culture, and be able to breathe through your nose the next morning? Why, indeed.
Friends, all I can say is: LIFE IS SHORT. If it isn't beautiful, or stimulating, thought provoking, educational, or life affirming-- count me out. I got places to go... and a really nice Chilean wine to sample.
I mean, really-- what can you do? Smoke, purchase incredibly overpriced BEER (I can't imagine their wine list was very extensive), and shout yourself hoarse to try and converse (poorly) with your companions? Egads! How dull... You can't talk with your friends, you can't catch a quality buzz on piss beer, and the regulars aren't interesting enough to make for worthwhile people watching. (You've seen one drunkard trapped in the 1980's, you've seen them all--in fact, I think the guy playing pool was the same guy playing pool the last time I went into a bar, back in 1991. They're all the same guy, anywhere you go.)
I have often wondered why people go to bars: is it a class issue? Because the folks I see in bars look like they fall into somewhat of a lower income bracket. But I'll tell you, bars ain't cheap. Our (gross) beer was $11 a pitcher, and what is a pack of ciggies nowadays? Like $4? A game of darts was a few bucks per game, and the door was charging a cover for admittance.... so why couldn't you instead save your pennies and go to a gallery opening (free), eat (free) hors d'oeuvres, chat with interesting people (and actually hear them, and respond appropriately), bone up on local culture, and be able to breathe through your nose the next morning? Why, indeed.
Friends, all I can say is: LIFE IS SHORT. If it isn't beautiful, or stimulating, thought provoking, educational, or life affirming-- count me out. I got places to go... and a really nice Chilean wine to sample.
Goodwill Shopping:
Yay! I went to the Goodwill last noc, and found a BRAND, SPANKIN NEW flute for $50!!!! So, between cleaning, laundry, reading, and half assed science experiments, I was sitting with my "EasyFluteMethod" trying to teach myself to play yet another instrument. I am very excited!
I always wanted to play the flute, but wah, my mom made us all take string instruments since my older sister had braces and couldn't play flute, either. SO neener neener neener, mom-- I got my flute! I think I'll practice my bootie off and have a really awful recital prepared for Mother's day.
It wouldn't be so bad, starting off from scratch with a new instrument, if the kids didn't come along and shut the door when I'm practicing, and the dogs didn't look so *pained*. Ohwell, everyone's a critic... when I'm playing my "Jazz flute", Ron Burgandy style (a' la "The Anchorman"), my family will eat major crow. Oh yes-- they will... (insert evil laugh here).
I also found what I believed to be a Red Wing bean pot; but my dad said that the Red Wings didn't have "Red Wing USA" stamped on the bottom. I do have to say, however, that my dad has been known to be a wee bit full 'o shit, (bless his heart!) so I'll keep investigting. http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/1574321927/ref=sib_dp_pt/102-1681454-8707352#reader-link
It's in MINT condition, with absolutely NO chips or cracks, only some minor crazing on the bottom and bottom edge of the pot. It even has a lid! So for $2.99, you can't go wrong., even if it is a fake. Gotta love the Goodwill!
I always wanted to play the flute, but wah, my mom made us all take string instruments since my older sister had braces and couldn't play flute, either. SO neener neener neener, mom-- I got my flute! I think I'll practice my bootie off and have a really awful recital prepared for Mother's day.
It wouldn't be so bad, starting off from scratch with a new instrument, if the kids didn't come along and shut the door when I'm practicing, and the dogs didn't look so *pained*. Ohwell, everyone's a critic... when I'm playing my "Jazz flute", Ron Burgandy style (a' la "The Anchorman"), my family will eat major crow. Oh yes-- they will... (insert evil laugh here).
I also found what I believed to be a Red Wing bean pot; but my dad said that the Red Wings didn't have "Red Wing USA" stamped on the bottom. I do have to say, however, that my dad has been known to be a wee bit full 'o shit, (bless his heart!) so I'll keep investigting. http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/1574321927/ref=sib_dp_pt/102-1681454-8707352#reader-link
It's in MINT condition, with absolutely NO chips or cracks, only some minor crazing on the bottom and bottom edge of the pot. It even has a lid! So for $2.99, you can't go wrong., even if it is a fake. Gotta love the Goodwill!
Monday, April 9, 2007
Mi No Hablo Espanol:
I would really like to complete this Spanish Certification Course:
http://oldweb.uwp.edu/academic/modern.languages/
So I can chat with my patients and travel with confidence to exotic locales. Eventually, I would like to become proficient in at least a couple languages: Spanish, Italian, and French (maybe), since these are countries I'd most like to visit (Spain, Italy, and France, respectively.) I don't know if I'd like to go to Mexico, to be honest-- could you imagine getting sick there? Maybe I worry too much-- but after visiting Cancun for our honeymoon, gross! I much prefer toilets that flush, thankyouverymuch
http://oldweb.uwp.edu/academic/modern.languages/
So I can chat with my patients and travel with confidence to exotic locales. Eventually, I would like to become proficient in at least a couple languages: Spanish, Italian, and French (maybe), since these are countries I'd most like to visit (Spain, Italy, and France, respectively.) I don't know if I'd like to go to Mexico, to be honest-- could you imagine getting sick there? Maybe I worry too much-- but after visiting Cancun for our honeymoon, gross! I much prefer toilets that flush, thankyouverymuch
Good Friday?
Once again, the holidays have arrived, and we aren't in the least bit prepared for them: I have bought all the kids' their (pagan) Easter basket stuff , but I still haven't mustered up the requisite "Easter" feelings necessary to fully participate in this holiday.
IDK, maybe it's because I was such a naughtygirl at heart growing up-- I just never made the connection between a bloodied and tortured God-as-man and sugar coated marshmallow chicks in a pastel basket (um, but it's not like Jesus was wearing a bunny costume and tossing colored eggs at the crowds... Really, He wasn't).
I think it's the problem I have with all the religious holidays: am I religious, a believer-- a true follower? Or am I, like most of us in the culture, simply clinging to the meaningless childhood rituals of overconsumption?
'Cause Lord knows, I've consumed enough...
I have the same existential dilemma during the Christmas season: is it about the birth of our Lord and savior, or the happy anticipation of a jolly obese man bearing food and gifts?
'Cause again, I surely got enough crap to fill TWO Airstream trailers and an extra storage unit, to boot.
I would really prefer that holidays weren't religious at all: I would like the freedom to celebrate the "Spring" ritual of welcoming the warmer weather and return of the birds and flowers with chocolate, sugar, and lots of color; without the pressure to "feel" anything more profound than happiness that I am no longer freezing my ass off and reveling in my depressive state.
And then, when the time is right, feel the profound wonder of how our loving God came to earth, not in the form of a king, but as a pauper born into a shit filled cave, helpless and needy and depending on the failings of common, everyday people to help him as he grew into adulthood-- and then was welcomed, one week, as a precious guest by an adoring group of followers-- only to be turned on by the same people and tortured, mocked, humiliated, stripped of dignity, and brutally murdered, Ed Gein style. This Jesus could have snapped His fingers and kicked our deserving asses for being flaky, for being so blind, vindictive, and horrific-- but instead, He died for us, choosing to endure every awful aspect of being a human, just so He could experience what it's like to be US and then take the burden of responsibility for all the crappy things *we* do onto Himself. Pretty unbelievable.
I couldn't take communion tonight, because I just can't reconcile the chocolate with the weight of what God chose to do, and what so many of us, myself included, just can't fathom. Any suggestions?
IDK, maybe it's because I was such a naughtygirl at heart growing up-- I just never made the connection between a bloodied and tortured God-as-man and sugar coated marshmallow chicks in a pastel basket (um, but it's not like Jesus was wearing a bunny costume and tossing colored eggs at the crowds... Really, He wasn't).
I think it's the problem I have with all the religious holidays: am I religious, a believer-- a true follower? Or am I, like most of us in the culture, simply clinging to the meaningless childhood rituals of overconsumption?
'Cause Lord knows, I've consumed enough...
I have the same existential dilemma during the Christmas season: is it about the birth of our Lord and savior, or the happy anticipation of a jolly obese man bearing food and gifts?
'Cause again, I surely got enough crap to fill TWO Airstream trailers and an extra storage unit, to boot.
I would really prefer that holidays weren't religious at all: I would like the freedom to celebrate the "Spring" ritual of welcoming the warmer weather and return of the birds and flowers with chocolate, sugar, and lots of color; without the pressure to "feel" anything more profound than happiness that I am no longer freezing my ass off and reveling in my depressive state.
And then, when the time is right, feel the profound wonder of how our loving God came to earth, not in the form of a king, but as a pauper born into a shit filled cave, helpless and needy and depending on the failings of common, everyday people to help him as he grew into adulthood-- and then was welcomed, one week, as a precious guest by an adoring group of followers-- only to be turned on by the same people and tortured, mocked, humiliated, stripped of dignity, and brutally murdered, Ed Gein style. This Jesus could have snapped His fingers and kicked our deserving asses for being flaky, for being so blind, vindictive, and horrific-- but instead, He died for us, choosing to endure every awful aspect of being a human, just so He could experience what it's like to be US and then take the burden of responsibility for all the crappy things *we* do onto Himself. Pretty unbelievable.
I couldn't take communion tonight, because I just can't reconcile the chocolate with the weight of what God chose to do, and what so many of us, myself included, just can't fathom. Any suggestions?
Easter:
Easter went very well: we didn't attend Easter services, and I really preferred it that way. To be honest, I am a dyed in the wool non traditionalist, and I don't have much interest or tolerance for routines or rituals. I find the familiar tiresome, especially when it comes to holidays.I was telling Jake that I wish we could celebrate these religious holidays to correspond with the actual birth/death of Christ: once every 33 years. I think 33 years would be enough to keep the event fresh, the carols engaging... it seems like deja vu whenever the holidays roll around, just like it was yesterday that the tree was lurking in the corner, with no one interested in decorating it, the eggs were left unboiled, undecorated-- with the fat, drunken girl dancing on the table to "Celebrate Good Times" at the company Christmas party-- same, same, same. Always the same.
It was great to see everyone-- even Emily and Michael came (I took lots of photos-- Michael LOVES grandma's cupcakes! See his cute pirate bib? I made it) I also made 5 dozen Peeps cupcakes, all different colors-- they looked amazing, and were probably the best tasting I've ever made. The buttercream was very much like bakery frosting (I used the Wilton buttercream recipe), and I added ground coconut to the cake batter.
The Nuns who live behind us gave us a GINORMOUS chocolate egg,
wrapped in beautiful foil-- it was made in **Italy**. I still am struck by how kind that was. I made them a dozen peeps cupcakes and dropped them at their door (I hope they found them..).I would really like to get to know them better; they are from all over the world, which is fascinating, and I often see them walking on the bike paths, singing, "Sound of Music" style. Very magical, and very unusual (my favorite combination).
P.S. Don't feed your dog jellybeans, even if they reallyreally like them. Mr Six was a sad, sad boy today.
Heaven Knows...
My boss approached me today and asked why I hadn't applied for the position that was FINALLY posted after several arduous weeks of "yes, it's been approved" to ; "no, it's not going to go through" to; "oh wait-- I think it's going to happen" and then finally;" um-I guess a doctor will be leaving and we'll be overstaffed", which made me feel good that she was thinking of me. What a roller coaster ride, tho! I'm still dizzy.
And you know, I've looked every single day for weeks and weeks (well, about 6 weeks to be exact, but that's an awfully long time), and it never showed up on my log in! Apparently, it was posted over a week ago, and it was visible on every computer in the system but mine (OOOOWWWWEEEEEOOOOOOO... creepy). I even had the recruiter on the phone today helping me pull it up, and it *still* wouldn't materialize.
So anyhoo, after much to-do, she posted it again, and I was finally able to apply for it.
Wahoo! I'm happy, I guess-- but a little voice sometimes reminds me of the Smith's song where he sings "I was looking for a job and then I found a job, and heaven knows I'm miserable now". Not like I'm miserable or anything, I've just been around the workforce long enough to know that the happy love affair of new employment loses its luster fairly quickly. And since I've been there for over 2 months now, I've seen the dark underbelly of staffing problems, crabbity staff issues, the good, the bad, and the (rarely) ugly side of the docs-- but I still like it, and think I can do it, warts, farts, and all.
Keep your fingers crossed for me: if I can get a regular FTE, Grace will likely be able to attend her beloved Private School, and I can wrangle more $ for my retirement fund (tax free! Never have those words sounded so lovely since I did my taxes myself this year) and possibly finnagle my employer to pay for my Spanish certification.
And you know, I've looked every single day for weeks and weeks (well, about 6 weeks to be exact, but that's an awfully long time), and it never showed up on my log in! Apparently, it was posted over a week ago, and it was visible on every computer in the system but mine (OOOOWWWWEEEEEOOOOOOO... creepy). I even had the recruiter on the phone today helping me pull it up, and it *still* wouldn't materialize.
So anyhoo, after much to-do, she posted it again, and I was finally able to apply for it.
Wahoo! I'm happy, I guess-- but a little voice sometimes reminds me of the Smith's song where he sings "I was looking for a job and then I found a job, and heaven knows I'm miserable now". Not like I'm miserable or anything, I've just been around the workforce long enough to know that the happy love affair of new employment loses its luster fairly quickly. And since I've been there for over 2 months now, I've seen the dark underbelly of staffing problems, crabbity staff issues, the good, the bad, and the (rarely) ugly side of the docs-- but I still like it, and think I can do it, warts, farts, and all.
Keep your fingers crossed for me: if I can get a regular FTE, Grace will likely be able to attend her beloved Private School, and I can wrangle more $ for my retirement fund (tax free! Never have those words sounded so lovely since I did my taxes myself this year) and possibly finnagle my employer to pay for my Spanish certification.
Friday, April 6, 2007
P.S.
We went to the Milwaukee Museum today and purchased a family membership (we let ours lapse for a couple years after being members for a long time). We had such a fantastic time! Just to be surrounded by all that curiosity, both past and present, really charges my batteries. I feel as if I am finally awakening from a long, deep, sleep.
We also stopped by American Science and Surplus this afternoon, and wandered in amusement at all the oddball crap they have... fun! I was soooooo tempted to buy the formalin preserved, shrinkwrapped frog they had, and give it to Jacob in his Easter basket. As it was, I got him a periodic table placemat, a magic eye book, and a squishy egg game; for Grace, an expanding mermaid; and for myself, a 3-D spinning frog mobile and an alien to stick on my dashboard.
We started our day with lunch at Sharazad, and got the fantastic appetizer sampler, lentil soup, and shawirma. We also got the spinach pie, but it wasn't good AT ALL, and their stuffed spinach leaves weren't so good, either. But the hummus was even better, and I actually liked the Baba Ganoush and bean-stuff they had, for a change. As I suspected, they were under new ownership--but it was just as great as I remember it. The kids were fascinated by the hookas, and Grace's boyfriend was freaked out by the whole event-- literally. He looked horrified... but I just love to blow the minds of today's youth. In a positive way, of course. I want my kids to know that the world is a much bigger place than Burlington, Wisconsin-- that their spiritual and cultural battles should be complex and involve a great deal of CHOICE (especially for the holy rollers who were suckled Christianity at the tit, God bless their fortunate, one dimensional souls. Life shouldn't be that cut and dried, at least not for my kids.) I want them to see that the world is a dangerous, wonderful place in which one should be cautious with sporatic periods of recklessness. (i.e. as in, take the kids on long motorcycle rides for adventures, but make sure they wear their helmets!)
I can't wait for the weather to get warmer, so we can go downtown Milwaukee and wander about; I am so looking forward to Chicago next weekend! Our wanderings await...
We also stopped by American Science and Surplus this afternoon, and wandered in amusement at all the oddball crap they have... fun! I was soooooo tempted to buy the formalin preserved, shrinkwrapped frog they had, and give it to Jacob in his Easter basket. As it was, I got him a periodic table placemat, a magic eye book, and a squishy egg game; for Grace, an expanding mermaid; and for myself, a 3-D spinning frog mobile and an alien to stick on my dashboard.
We started our day with lunch at Sharazad, and got the fantastic appetizer sampler, lentil soup, and shawirma. We also got the spinach pie, but it wasn't good AT ALL, and their stuffed spinach leaves weren't so good, either. But the hummus was even better, and I actually liked the Baba Ganoush and bean-stuff they had, for a change. As I suspected, they were under new ownership--but it was just as great as I remember it. The kids were fascinated by the hookas, and Grace's boyfriend was freaked out by the whole event-- literally. He looked horrified... but I just love to blow the minds of today's youth. In a positive way, of course. I want my kids to know that the world is a much bigger place than Burlington, Wisconsin-- that their spiritual and cultural battles should be complex and involve a great deal of CHOICE (especially for the holy rollers who were suckled Christianity at the tit, God bless their fortunate, one dimensional souls. Life shouldn't be that cut and dried, at least not for my kids.) I want them to see that the world is a dangerous, wonderful place in which one should be cautious with sporatic periods of recklessness. (i.e. as in, take the kids on long motorcycle rides for adventures, but make sure they wear their helmets!)
I can't wait for the weather to get warmer, so we can go downtown Milwaukee and wander about; I am so looking forward to Chicago next weekend! Our wanderings await...
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Argh!
Why-o-why can't I be talented??? Naturally talented,that is: you know-- the kind that doesn't require effort, or practice??
I picked up my violin tonight, after having ignored it for probably over a year-- and guess what?!
I'm still as mediocre as I was when I last put it down. Wah!
I have moments of ok-ness, when I play, which is usually interrupted by intervals of sucky-ness. I wish with all my heart I could have the discipline to practice everyday, but I don't. I also wish I could find a good teacher, who doesn't make me perform at the mall with little children who play better than me (long story). Wishwishwish.
I picked up my violin tonight, after having ignored it for probably over a year-- and guess what?!
I'm still as mediocre as I was when I last put it down. Wah!
I have moments of ok-ness, when I play, which is usually interrupted by intervals of sucky-ness. I wish with all my heart I could have the discipline to practice everyday, but I don't. I also wish I could find a good teacher, who doesn't make me perform at the mall with little children who play better than me (long story). Wishwishwish.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
My Gifted Little Monkey:
Being the ever cautious parent, I had mixed emotions when I learned today that my 9 year old was accepted into the gifted and talented program at school. I know Waterford puts lots of resources into their G&T program, which is fabulous-- and ever so unpopular these days, in our PC world... seems like everyone wants to level things down so that all kids are receiving "equal" opportunities: but that makes it real hard for those 3rd graders who would rather study organic chemistry than a regular 3rd grade curriculum.
I struggle with those issues myself, as I am acquainted with parents who are very unsatisfied with our special ed programs: But if my kid can be engaged and stay interested in school (and not become your average brilliant 10th grade pothead)-- isn't that important, too? I scored higher on my SAT's in the 7th grade (high enough to gain entry into any college in the country) than I did in the 12th grade-- go figure. I simply got lost, and bored, not to mention irritated with the social politics of school-- long before I graduated. And so what's a smart girl to do with herself, until she can go off to college? Sue her principal? Stage protests? Write "diatribes against her fellow classmates" via the school newspaper? Ride the "El" trains and drink with the homeless en route to underground clubs in Chicago? Hitchhike across the country? (Not like I've done any of these things, I'm just a' sayin...)
An interesting life, to be sure, but paved with hard knocks I'd just as soon my progeny avoid, if at all possible. As a kid growing up, I struggled to make my way with a family that didn't completely understand my learning needs, and never fully realized exactly where I could go with the right resources: I want my kids to have a clearer path, with an opportunity to develop the talents they find the most useful, so they can go farther in life and *enjoy* their successes more than I have. Less struggle, more success.
My crazy adventures make for great tales around the watercooler, but who really gives a shit? My truths are far stranger than fiction, but aren't terriblly useful-- except to keep myself entertained when things get dull.
Tonight, Jacob and I played with his organic chemistry molecular structure model set that I just got from e-bay. We were playing with methane gas (poopie gas, in case you were curious). We kept changing it from CH4 +2 O2 to CO2 + 2 H2O-- how fun is that? We went to the library, too, and canoodled around until we found a set of chemistry books written for kids, ones he might actually read. I am so excited he can enjoy his geeky side and explore it to the fullest.
On a different note, I would be *so* happy if we could go to the Milwaukee Museum next week over Easter break. We frequented the museums when we were homeschooling, and many of them became a second home to us. I love those places, and have forever! For fun, I purchased tickets for the "Body Works" exhibit at the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago for next Friday, with the Omnimax movie showing of "Human Body" as well, and I am as gleeful as a schoolgirl! I hope the weather's nice, so we can wander about and see Cloud Gate and Milennium Park in the springtime. I'll always have a soft spot for Chicago, since it was my adolescent hang out. (Medusas, where are you???)
I miss being excited about the possibilities of the future, but I feel great knowing that my kids can have opportunities I let slip by.
I struggle with those issues myself, as I am acquainted with parents who are very unsatisfied with our special ed programs: But if my kid can be engaged and stay interested in school (and not become your average brilliant 10th grade pothead)-- isn't that important, too? I scored higher on my SAT's in the 7th grade (high enough to gain entry into any college in the country) than I did in the 12th grade-- go figure. I simply got lost, and bored, not to mention irritated with the social politics of school-- long before I graduated. And so what's a smart girl to do with herself, until she can go off to college? Sue her principal? Stage protests? Write "diatribes against her fellow classmates" via the school newspaper? Ride the "El" trains and drink with the homeless en route to underground clubs in Chicago? Hitchhike across the country? (Not like I've done any of these things, I'm just a' sayin...)
An interesting life, to be sure, but paved with hard knocks I'd just as soon my progeny avoid, if at all possible. As a kid growing up, I struggled to make my way with a family that didn't completely understand my learning needs, and never fully realized exactly where I could go with the right resources: I want my kids to have a clearer path, with an opportunity to develop the talents they find the most useful, so they can go farther in life and *enjoy* their successes more than I have. Less struggle, more success.
My crazy adventures make for great tales around the watercooler, but who really gives a shit? My truths are far stranger than fiction, but aren't terriblly useful-- except to keep myself entertained when things get dull.
Tonight, Jacob and I played with his organic chemistry molecular structure model set that I just got from e-bay. We were playing with methane gas (poopie gas, in case you were curious). We kept changing it from CH4 +2 O2 to CO2 + 2 H2O-- how fun is that? We went to the library, too, and canoodled around until we found a set of chemistry books written for kids, ones he might actually read. I am so excited he can enjoy his geeky side and explore it to the fullest.
On a different note, I would be *so* happy if we could go to the Milwaukee Museum next week over Easter break. We frequented the museums when we were homeschooling, and many of them became a second home to us. I love those places, and have forever! For fun, I purchased tickets for the "Body Works" exhibit at the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago for next Friday, with the Omnimax movie showing of "Human Body" as well, and I am as gleeful as a schoolgirl! I hope the weather's nice, so we can wander about and see Cloud Gate and Milennium Park in the springtime. I'll always have a soft spot for Chicago, since it was my adolescent hang out. (Medusas, where are you???)
I miss being excited about the possibilities of the future, but I feel great knowing that my kids can have opportunities I let slip by.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Linguini With Sausage and Peppers
Dinner: Again, bootlegged from a Everyday Food recipe, but always modified to protect the innocent--
Ingredients
Serving: Serves 6
1 Pound linguine-- get the whole wheat or Omega 3 enriched kind, it's WAY better tasting (and better for you)
1 Pound turkey sausage, casings removed-- I used HOT Italian sausage
6 garlic, thinly sliced-- to be safe, I only used 3, but could have used more
4 yellow (or red) bell peppers, thinly sliced-- 4??? I used one, and it was plenty
1 cup low sodium, (organic) chicken broth
Frozen, chopped spinach, maybe 1-2 cups
Coarse salt and ground pepper, for seasoning
Freshly grated parmesan cheese, for garnish
Directions
Cook linguine. Drain; return pasta to pot.
Meanwhile, cook sausage and 2 tablespoons water in a large covered nonstick skillet over medium until fat renders, 5 minutes. Uncover; raise heat to medium-high. Brown sausage, breaking it up with a spoon, 7 minutes.
Add garlic, bell peppers, and 1/4 cup chicken broth; cook for 2-3 minutes, and add frozen spinach. Cover pan and steam for 3-4 minutes, until spinach is defrosted. Add additional 3/4 cup chicken broth and heat through.
Serve, topped with fresh parmesan.
I made some "bruschetta", made with sliced italian bread topped with mild and hot gardinera peppers heated until toasty in a 350 degree oven. Tasty!
Ingredients
Serving: Serves 6
1 Pound linguine-- get the whole wheat or Omega 3 enriched kind, it's WAY better tasting (and better for you)
1 Pound turkey sausage, casings removed-- I used HOT Italian sausage
6 garlic, thinly sliced-- to be safe, I only used 3, but could have used more
4 yellow (or red) bell peppers, thinly sliced-- 4??? I used one, and it was plenty
1 cup low sodium, (organic) chicken broth
Frozen, chopped spinach, maybe 1-2 cups
Coarse salt and ground pepper, for seasoning
Freshly grated parmesan cheese, for garnish
Directions
Cook linguine. Drain; return pasta to pot.
Meanwhile, cook sausage and 2 tablespoons water in a large covered nonstick skillet over medium until fat renders, 5 minutes. Uncover; raise heat to medium-high. Brown sausage, breaking it up with a spoon, 7 minutes.
Add garlic, bell peppers, and 1/4 cup chicken broth; cook for 2-3 minutes, and add frozen spinach. Cover pan and steam for 3-4 minutes, until spinach is defrosted. Add additional 3/4 cup chicken broth and heat through.
Serve, topped with fresh parmesan.
I made some "bruschetta", made with sliced italian bread topped with mild and hot gardinera peppers heated until toasty in a 350 degree oven. Tasty!
Balsamic Glazed Pork Chops
On the food note, I have a wee confession to make:
I used to think I was a Rachel Ray girl.
Some time ago, I purchased a bundle of her cookbooks, as they were selling at our hospital's book sale-- mega cheap, I might add.
And I have to admit, some of her recipes were spot-on, and made me very happy-- excited, even-- to be in the kitchen again. So I bought up a few more of her cookbooks, only to discover that a large portion of her recipes were odd, complicated, or sounded just plain narsty. And some truly WERE narsty (sorry, Rach).
Now, she truly is a genuine fireball of energy, and super spunky -- traits I can sometimes find endearing and wish I could emulate without large quantities of caffeine. But I really think in my heart of hearts I only love her super cool kitchen, with it's groovy avocado green tiles and retro fixtures and kitchenware.
However, if I had to pick one of her recipes that I couldn't live without, it would be:
Balsamic-Glazed Pork Chops
Serves 4
2 tablespoons cold unsalted butter
3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil (EVOO)
4 (1-inch-thick) center-cut pork loin chops
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
1 small onion, chopped
1 tablespoon fresh thyme leaves (from a couple of sprigs), chopped
1 sprig of fresh rosemary, chopped
3 garlic cloves, chopped
1/4 cup balsamic vinegar (eyeball it)
2 tablespoons honey
1 cup chicken stock or broth
Heat a large skillet over medium-high heat for the chops. Add 2 tablespoons of the EVOO (twice around the pan). Season the chops with salt and pepper, then add to the hot skillet. Cook the chops for 5 minutes on each side.
Transfer the chops to a platter and cover with foil. Return the pan to the heat and add the remaining tablespoon of EVOO and the onions, thyme, rosemary, and garlic, then sauté for 4 to 5 minutes. Add the balsamic vinegar, honey, and chicken stock. Cook until the liquids have reduced by half.
Once the balsamic glaze has reduced by half, turn off the heat and add the remaining 2 tablespoons of cold butter. Stir and shake the pan until the butter melts. Add the chops to the pan and coat them in the balsamic glaze.
I used to think I was a Rachel Ray girl.
Some time ago, I purchased a bundle of her cookbooks, as they were selling at our hospital's book sale-- mega cheap, I might add.
And I have to admit, some of her recipes were spot-on, and made me very happy-- excited, even-- to be in the kitchen again. So I bought up a few more of her cookbooks, only to discover that a large portion of her recipes were odd, complicated, or sounded just plain narsty. And some truly WERE narsty (sorry, Rach).
Now, she truly is a genuine fireball of energy, and super spunky -- traits I can sometimes find endearing and wish I could emulate without large quantities of caffeine. But I really think in my heart of hearts I only love her super cool kitchen, with it's groovy avocado green tiles and retro fixtures and kitchenware.
However, if I had to pick one of her recipes that I couldn't live without, it would be:
Balsamic-Glazed Pork Chops
Serves 4
2 tablespoons cold unsalted butter
3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil (EVOO)
4 (1-inch-thick) center-cut pork loin chops
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
1 small onion, chopped
1 tablespoon fresh thyme leaves (from a couple of sprigs), chopped
1 sprig of fresh rosemary, chopped
3 garlic cloves, chopped
1/4 cup balsamic vinegar (eyeball it)
2 tablespoons honey
1 cup chicken stock or broth
Heat a large skillet over medium-high heat for the chops. Add 2 tablespoons of the EVOO (twice around the pan). Season the chops with salt and pepper, then add to the hot skillet. Cook the chops for 5 minutes on each side.
Transfer the chops to a platter and cover with foil. Return the pan to the heat and add the remaining tablespoon of EVOO and the onions, thyme, rosemary, and garlic, then sauté for 4 to 5 minutes. Add the balsamic vinegar, honey, and chicken stock. Cook until the liquids have reduced by half.
Once the balsamic glaze has reduced by half, turn off the heat and add the remaining 2 tablespoons of cold butter. Stir and shake the pan until the butter melts. Add the chops to the pan and coat them in the balsamic glaze.
Wanna Come?
Wanna Come?
This is where I'd like to go asap:
Horsefeathers
129 N Genesee StWaukegan, IL 60085
(847) 244-3100
I last went to this store probably over 15 years ago, and can hardly believe that it's still open. My ex and I used to hang out there occasionally, when they had a coffee bar (do they still? No clue.) and corny open mics that would make me shudder (speaking of cool open mics, check this out: http://www.jsonline.com/story/index.aspx?id=584844 I sure wish I could go. I have notebooks full of teen angst to share, and high school newspaper articles as well. I was very prolific in the "angst" dept in my day, and even still have my own as an adult. Some habits die hard...)
These folks had the most AMAZING vintage clothing, for which I have an incredible itch. Not that I want to purchase any, mind you-- ownership implies responsibility I simply do not wish to undertake-- but just looking at it, hanging on a hanger amidst others like it, makes me melt. I would even PAY for the opportunity to browse, hands on, thru racks of vintage clothing: dresses, hats, gloves, cashmere sweaters, nightgowns-- yellowing acetate brassieres... I love it all, with an odd, indescribable longing. I even love the musty smell of old clothing, the more prim the better. My daughter shares my strange obsession, and I love her deeply for it. Plus, she currently has the perfect Audrey Hepburn physique, and everything vintage fits her as if God himself intended it.
I remember going with my ex-- and what was it about the place? The smoke, the ratty tatty couches from my grandmother's era? The exotic coffee drinks pre Starbucks, that you coldn't find anyplace else? Or was it the romantic clinging to the last vestiges of my pre-children existence, which I dove into so headlong I never came back up for breath?
Who knows.
I think of how I dressed back then, and it makes me smile. I remember having an elaborate headdress (yes, headdress. You can snicker, but it was actually kind of pretty. And why the hell not? Now I have NO hair... not exactly what I'd call an improvement) made up of braids, silk scarves, a crocheted snood (don't ask)-- all twisted and knotted. I would recreate it, if I still had a creative bone left in my body. And some hair.
I miss not being able to express myself thru my appearance, even though I know it is simplistic and not terribly mature.
I miss not being so caught up in the worry of consequences.
I miss not worrying about what other's think, even tho I know it is a necessary part of "participating"-- even tho I know it isn't very much fun.
I miss thinking that life can be fun.
I guess I miss being a kid. Boo.
I suppose, in the grand scheme of life, we experiment as children as our world is expanding exponentially, until the consequences of our choices catch up with us, and mature us into adults. It's bound to happen to us all...
It just isn't too much fun-- you know, with Pandora being out of the box and all.
Anyhoo: anyone up for a road trip? I always am.
This is where I'd like to go asap:
Horsefeathers
129 N Genesee StWaukegan, IL 60085
(847) 244-3100
I last went to this store probably over 15 years ago, and can hardly believe that it's still open. My ex and I used to hang out there occasionally, when they had a coffee bar (do they still? No clue.) and corny open mics that would make me shudder (speaking of cool open mics, check this out: http://www.jsonline.com/story/index.aspx?id=584844 I sure wish I could go. I have notebooks full of teen angst to share, and high school newspaper articles as well. I was very prolific in the "angst" dept in my day, and even still have my own as an adult. Some habits die hard...)
These folks had the most AMAZING vintage clothing, for which I have an incredible itch. Not that I want to purchase any, mind you-- ownership implies responsibility I simply do not wish to undertake-- but just looking at it, hanging on a hanger amidst others like it, makes me melt. I would even PAY for the opportunity to browse, hands on, thru racks of vintage clothing: dresses, hats, gloves, cashmere sweaters, nightgowns-- yellowing acetate brassieres... I love it all, with an odd, indescribable longing. I even love the musty smell of old clothing, the more prim the better. My daughter shares my strange obsession, and I love her deeply for it. Plus, she currently has the perfect Audrey Hepburn physique, and everything vintage fits her as if God himself intended it.
I remember going with my ex-- and what was it about the place? The smoke, the ratty tatty couches from my grandmother's era? The exotic coffee drinks pre Starbucks, that you coldn't find anyplace else? Or was it the romantic clinging to the last vestiges of my pre-children existence, which I dove into so headlong I never came back up for breath?
Who knows.
I think of how I dressed back then, and it makes me smile. I remember having an elaborate headdress (yes, headdress. You can snicker, but it was actually kind of pretty. And why the hell not? Now I have NO hair... not exactly what I'd call an improvement) made up of braids, silk scarves, a crocheted snood (don't ask)-- all twisted and knotted. I would recreate it, if I still had a creative bone left in my body. And some hair.
I miss not being able to express myself thru my appearance, even though I know it is simplistic and not terribly mature.
I miss not being so caught up in the worry of consequences.
I miss not worrying about what other's think, even tho I know it is a necessary part of "participating"-- even tho I know it isn't very much fun.
I miss thinking that life can be fun.
I guess I miss being a kid. Boo.
I suppose, in the grand scheme of life, we experiment as children as our world is expanding exponentially, until the consequences of our choices catch up with us, and mature us into adults. It's bound to happen to us all...
It just isn't too much fun-- you know, with Pandora being out of the box and all.
Anyhoo: anyone up for a road trip? I always am.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Pinkies!
The miracle of birth has descended upon the Koehler family, and we are the proud and slightly grossed out recipients of 14 (+/-) little baby mice!
Several weeks ago, I had the fortune of finding a Habitrail, complete with waterer, food dish, wheel, and bedding, at a local second hand store for a whopping $10. Maybe I should have seen it as a sign that folks were only too eager to dump all rodents and rodent keeping accessories, cute little plastic mushroom shaped waterer, sleeping pod, and all.
Jacob was all smiles when Jake brought home little "Vector", our female mouse #1, but with the little tiny mouse all by her lonesome in the vast spaces and tunnels of the Habitrail, Jacob thought she looked sad--so he asked if we could go back to the pet store and get her a female companion.
So the next day, Jake tromped back to the PetLand, where he acquired a really fattish looking black mouse. I remarked at how fat she was compared to little Vector-- but no one much listens to me. And boy, did she get fatter-- and fatter snd fatter and fatter until the day came when she couldn't fit into the groovy multicolored tunnels anymore to chill out with Vector. I figured it would be any day that we would find her with a (hopefully) small pile of babies under her, and of course that the rumors weren't true that she would eat them...
And today was the day-- just like I predicted. But again, no one much listens to me; women have an intuition about such things, even if it is concerning the gestation of a teeny tiny little mouse. Once it doesn't fit in the tunnel, how much longer could it be?
We came home from church and I heard some squeaking, and saw the mouse eating something gross and fleshy looking-- "ack! She's eating one of her babies!!!", I hollered, which of course brought the entire family rushing into Jacob's bedroom.
But no, apparently she was just eating the afterbirth and stimulating the pinkies to breathe. It really was too bad, tho, that the kids couldn't have seen them coming out-- I suspect there must be no finer form of psychological birth control than seeing guts and gore wriggling out the nether parts of a critter as a result of wanton sexual activity. I can't be certain just yet, but it looks like there are about 14, which is an insane number of mice to find homes for-- I don't even know 14 people who have hungry snakes. Altho Jacob did remark that he will refuse to give the mice away if the intent is purely gastronomical: "we're pro-life, mom-- remember?"
Oh yeah. I forgot.
I think I may be making a secret donation to the Salvation Army sometime soon; I'll sure miss the groovy mushroom pod thingy, tho.
Several weeks ago, I had the fortune of finding a Habitrail, complete with waterer, food dish, wheel, and bedding, at a local second hand store for a whopping $10. Maybe I should have seen it as a sign that folks were only too eager to dump all rodents and rodent keeping accessories, cute little plastic mushroom shaped waterer, sleeping pod, and all.
Jacob was all smiles when Jake brought home little "Vector", our female mouse #1, but with the little tiny mouse all by her lonesome in the vast spaces and tunnels of the Habitrail, Jacob thought she looked sad--so he asked if we could go back to the pet store and get her a female companion.
So the next day, Jake tromped back to the PetLand, where he acquired a really fattish looking black mouse. I remarked at how fat she was compared to little Vector-- but no one much listens to me. And boy, did she get fatter-- and fatter snd fatter and fatter until the day came when she couldn't fit into the groovy multicolored tunnels anymore to chill out with Vector. I figured it would be any day that we would find her with a (hopefully) small pile of babies under her, and of course that the rumors weren't true that she would eat them...
And today was the day-- just like I predicted. But again, no one much listens to me; women have an intuition about such things, even if it is concerning the gestation of a teeny tiny little mouse. Once it doesn't fit in the tunnel, how much longer could it be?
We came home from church and I heard some squeaking, and saw the mouse eating something gross and fleshy looking-- "ack! She's eating one of her babies!!!", I hollered, which of course brought the entire family rushing into Jacob's bedroom.
But no, apparently she was just eating the afterbirth and stimulating the pinkies to breathe. It really was too bad, tho, that the kids couldn't have seen them coming out-- I suspect there must be no finer form of psychological birth control than seeing guts and gore wriggling out the nether parts of a critter as a result of wanton sexual activity. I can't be certain just yet, but it looks like there are about 14, which is an insane number of mice to find homes for-- I don't even know 14 people who have hungry snakes. Altho Jacob did remark that he will refuse to give the mice away if the intent is purely gastronomical: "we're pro-life, mom-- remember?"
Oh yeah. I forgot.
I think I may be making a secret donation to the Salvation Army sometime soon; I'll sure miss the groovy mushroom pod thingy, tho.
Banana Chiffon Cake
I made these as cupcakes (about 48), and frosted them with cream cheese frosting-- they were really (*reallyreally*) good!!! Probably a new favorite. Light and sweet, but not too sweet (but I may experiment wth less sugar, just for fun):
Banana Chiffon Cake
2 Cups flour
1 1/2 cups granulated sugar
1 Tb baking powder
1 tsp salt
one overripe banana
1/2 cup vegetable oil
7 large eggs, separated
1 tsp pure vanilla extract
1/2 tsp cream of tartar
confectioner's sugar, for dusting-- or cream cheese frosting
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a large mixing bowl, whisk together flour, granulated sugar, baking powder, and salt; set aside. In medium bowl, mash banana. Add oil, egg yolks, vanilla, and 3/4 cup cold water; mix to combine. Add to flour mixture, and whisk batter until smooth.
In a large bowl, place egg whites and cream of tartar; using electric mixer, beat until stiff peaks form. With a rubber spatula, gently fold into batter is just combined (do not overmix!). Pour into a 10-inch angel food cake pan with legs. Bake until a toothpick inserted into center of cake comes out clean, about 55 minutes. Invert pan onto legs over counter; let cool completely. Re-invert pan, and run a thin metal spatula around edge to release onto platter. Dust with confectioner's sugar or frost with cream cheese frosting. Eat like a happy little piggy in a chiffon induced haze.
Cream Cheese Frosting
12 ounces or 1-1/2 packages of Philly cream cheese1/2 stick butter4 cups sifted powdered sugar1 teaspoon vanilla
1. Bring cheese and butter to room temperature, and beat at medium speed until creamy. Add half of the sugar and the vanilla. Beat until combine. Gradually add remaining sugar, more or less-- until you get to the consistency and sweetness you like.
Banana Chiffon Cake
2 Cups flour
1 1/2 cups granulated sugar
1 Tb baking powder
1 tsp salt
one overripe banana
1/2 cup vegetable oil
7 large eggs, separated
1 tsp pure vanilla extract
1/2 tsp cream of tartar
confectioner's sugar, for dusting-- or cream cheese frosting
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a large mixing bowl, whisk together flour, granulated sugar, baking powder, and salt; set aside. In medium bowl, mash banana. Add oil, egg yolks, vanilla, and 3/4 cup cold water; mix to combine. Add to flour mixture, and whisk batter until smooth.
In a large bowl, place egg whites and cream of tartar; using electric mixer, beat until stiff peaks form. With a rubber spatula, gently fold into batter is just combined (do not overmix!). Pour into a 10-inch angel food cake pan with legs. Bake until a toothpick inserted into center of cake comes out clean, about 55 minutes. Invert pan onto legs over counter; let cool completely. Re-invert pan, and run a thin metal spatula around edge to release onto platter. Dust with confectioner's sugar or frost with cream cheese frosting. Eat like a happy little piggy in a chiffon induced haze.
Cream Cheese Frosting
12 ounces or 1-1/2 packages of Philly cream cheese1/2 stick butter4 cups sifted powdered sugar1 teaspoon vanilla
1. Bring cheese and butter to room temperature, and beat at medium speed until creamy. Add half of the sugar and the vanilla. Beat until combine. Gradually add remaining sugar, more or less-- until you get to the consistency and sweetness you like.
Weekend Dinners:
We had some really nice dinners this weekend:
Saturday we had a Greek Chicken salad, with a dressing made of:
feta cheese, lemon juice, kalamata olives, and scallions mixed with oregano
with broiled chicken breasts, sliced, on a bed of mixed salad greens with grape tomatoes.
Good stuff!
Tonight, we had salmon baked in parchment packets made with lemon slices, lemon juice, sliced zucchini, baby asparagus, dill, butter, S&P, scallions, and sliced grape tomatoes. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes (give or take) and serve on a bed of jasmine rice.
We checked out a local deli this afternoon after church and I had my first PHILLY STEAK SANDWICH!!!
All I can say is, WOW! With Philly steak sandwiches loose in the world, it's no wonder obesity is such a problem. Thank God I haven't experienced the Philly Steak sandwich in all it's cheesy, steaky goodness prior to the age of 37 or I'd have a great deal more than 20 pounds to lose.
Saturday we had a Greek Chicken salad, with a dressing made of:
feta cheese, lemon juice, kalamata olives, and scallions mixed with oregano
with broiled chicken breasts, sliced, on a bed of mixed salad greens with grape tomatoes.
Good stuff!
Tonight, we had salmon baked in parchment packets made with lemon slices, lemon juice, sliced zucchini, baby asparagus, dill, butter, S&P, scallions, and sliced grape tomatoes. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes (give or take) and serve on a bed of jasmine rice.
We checked out a local deli this afternoon after church and I had my first PHILLY STEAK SANDWICH!!!
All I can say is, WOW! With Philly steak sandwiches loose in the world, it's no wonder obesity is such a problem. Thank God I haven't experienced the Philly Steak sandwich in all it's cheesy, steaky goodness prior to the age of 37 or I'd have a great deal more than 20 pounds to lose.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Cotton Candy Martinis
Yum! I got the kids some sno cone syrup, which also happens to make really tasty martinis-- who'd a thunk such a tasty childhood treat could become a delightful portal of intoxication? Hopefully I'll be so snoggered I won't hear the new neighbors whoopin' it up tonight, or the sirens from the fire department after they set the woods on fire with their obnoxious, late night pyrotechnics (with country music blaring in the background. at 1 am. Satan has descended upon the earth and I am sad to report that he wears a cowboy hat and sings with a southern twang. at 1 am.) *Sigh* I am too much of a tightass to think it is anything but horrific. These folks had multiple triple xxx sized ATV's roaming about their 1/2 acre property this afternoon-- it looked ridiculous, and it was noisy and irritating. And these folks need donations and the services of several qualified mechanics, quick--as none of the 8 vehicles parked in their front yard have working exhaust systems. VROOOOM, VROOOOM, RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE-- the sweet sounds rousted Mr Six up from his sleep at 12 am and set him off on a fit of barking which woke the whole household. I've never called the cops on anyone before (well, except for that time we got kicked out of a party in 1987 and called the police to retaliate....), but I think it may be time-- and we haven't even officially met these meatballs yet.
In any event, I'd better be sure to pace myself-- I hate showing up to church in the am with a hangover. Tee hee.
In any event, I'd better be sure to pace myself-- I hate showing up to church in the am with a hangover. Tee hee.
Chicken Coop Garden
I finally got around to ordering the massive pile of patio blocks I need to begin the landscaping around the chicken coop. I dug a new garden last summer, only to discover it becomes a swamphole when it rains, since it is a low spot on the property.
My plan is to put a double stack of the patio blocks around the perimeter of the garden and get a dump load of dirt to fill in, with an elevated cedar plank walkway leading to the door. Jake and I need to jack the coop up about a foot, since the flood waters reach up to the floor of the coop, making the girl's bedding wet all spring and just about anytime it rains. I ordered more chicks today as well (again, it's about time! Esp since they won't start laying until fall now), so I need to get the brooder cleaned out, too-- work work, and more work! Gotta love the spring!
I turned the soil today in between rain showers for the patio herb garden: I think in that spot, I'll plant salad greens, cilantro, spinach, oregano, thyme, and a couple basil plants-- maybe a sno pea plant or 2, if I can swing it. Once I can clear out the plants from the butterfly garden (to relocate over into the coop garden), I'll plant beets, roma tomatoes, jalapeno peppers, a bell pepper, some dill, lavender, rosemary, a cuke plant and some green onions. It'll be my "spaghetti and salsa" garden-- fun!
Every year, I toil to get the *huge* back garden plot dug and planted-- it's a whole day, backbreaking affair. And then, I have to water it, pick the bugs off, weed it-- roast, and sweat, and get all muddy-- all to feel guilty that I ultimately let most of the bounty go to rot, as I either lose interest in the garden after all that work, it's too friggin hot when it's time to harvest, or I just don't have the time or ambition to keep up with it. Having a small spot closer to the house will make it more likely I will tend to the plot, and see a better, fresher return for my labors. Well, that's the theory at least.
Anyhoo, I'm hoping all this will come together, so I'm not hauling 150 patio blocks in July: I'd like to get it taken care of while it's still cool outside.
On a happy note, I noticed the flax is sprouting in the prairie-- hooray! I hope at least a few of the 80 gazillion echinacea, galliardia, coreopsis, and rudbeckia seeds I hand picked and broadcast all season begin to sprout. I would be so pleased to have my field of wildflowers... I'll post some photos when the rain stops.
My plan is to put a double stack of the patio blocks around the perimeter of the garden and get a dump load of dirt to fill in, with an elevated cedar plank walkway leading to the door. Jake and I need to jack the coop up about a foot, since the flood waters reach up to the floor of the coop, making the girl's bedding wet all spring and just about anytime it rains. I ordered more chicks today as well (again, it's about time! Esp since they won't start laying until fall now), so I need to get the brooder cleaned out, too-- work work, and more work! Gotta love the spring!
I turned the soil today in between rain showers for the patio herb garden: I think in that spot, I'll plant salad greens, cilantro, spinach, oregano, thyme, and a couple basil plants-- maybe a sno pea plant or 2, if I can swing it. Once I can clear out the plants from the butterfly garden (to relocate over into the coop garden), I'll plant beets, roma tomatoes, jalapeno peppers, a bell pepper, some dill, lavender, rosemary, a cuke plant and some green onions. It'll be my "spaghetti and salsa" garden-- fun!
Every year, I toil to get the *huge* back garden plot dug and planted-- it's a whole day, backbreaking affair. And then, I have to water it, pick the bugs off, weed it-- roast, and sweat, and get all muddy-- all to feel guilty that I ultimately let most of the bounty go to rot, as I either lose interest in the garden after all that work, it's too friggin hot when it's time to harvest, or I just don't have the time or ambition to keep up with it. Having a small spot closer to the house will make it more likely I will tend to the plot, and see a better, fresher return for my labors. Well, that's the theory at least.
Anyhoo, I'm hoping all this will come together, so I'm not hauling 150 patio blocks in July: I'd like to get it taken care of while it's still cool outside.
On a happy note, I noticed the flax is sprouting in the prairie-- hooray! I hope at least a few of the 80 gazillion echinacea, galliardia, coreopsis, and rudbeckia seeds I hand picked and broadcast all season begin to sprout. I would be so pleased to have my field of wildflowers... I'll post some photos when the rain stops.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Weenie day:
For whatever reason, I had a sucky day-- I just couldn't seem to wake up: all my attempts to be amusing fell flat, I made a ton of stupid pee pee errors, I left work with a bag of narcotics in my pocket (good thing I didn't get pulled over-- the Demerol was already drawn up and ready to go... yeesh!), I ate 1/3 of a bag of dark chocolates, my dog growled at me (twice), and it looks quite certain that I will NOT be getting said wonderful job, after weeks of waiting. Boy! My butt is dragging... almost like a waste of the day. Boo.
I finished the taxes yesterday, which was a flaming pain in the ass-- who knew you had to be so intelligent to fulfill your yearly obligation as a taxpayer? When all was said and done, for John Q. Very Uncomplicated Taxpayer, I printed up 9 pages of federal tax forms and screwed them up twice-- and I still feel pretty certain that I am forgetting a form somewhere. I am very tempted to run to the stupid WalMart yet again and buy the Turbo Tax-- I'm just not sure you can use it year after year Ah! To be so cheap and yet so unmotivated... the best outcome of this most recent fiasco is that I have a much greater understanding of how we are screwing ourselves by being ignorant of the tax laws-- and how incompetent our well-paid tax guy is... over the years I've missed out on claiming my student loans, my tuition, years of childcare, church/charity donations-- isn't it the guy's job to ask about such things? Guess not. Well, no more $160 paid to remain languishing in our ignorance, and with a lame tax return to boot. I prefer to be ignorant on a cheaper scale, thankyouverymuch.
So Jake paid $7500 in taxes, I paid $2600, with $4500 property taxes. We may be blessed with decent jobs and a nice home, but methinks we are getting screwed.
I finished the taxes yesterday, which was a flaming pain in the ass-- who knew you had to be so intelligent to fulfill your yearly obligation as a taxpayer? When all was said and done, for John Q. Very Uncomplicated Taxpayer, I printed up 9 pages of federal tax forms and screwed them up twice-- and I still feel pretty certain that I am forgetting a form somewhere. I am very tempted to run to the stupid WalMart yet again and buy the Turbo Tax-- I'm just not sure you can use it year after year Ah! To be so cheap and yet so unmotivated... the best outcome of this most recent fiasco is that I have a much greater understanding of how we are screwing ourselves by being ignorant of the tax laws-- and how incompetent our well-paid tax guy is... over the years I've missed out on claiming my student loans, my tuition, years of childcare, church/charity donations-- isn't it the guy's job to ask about such things? Guess not. Well, no more $160 paid to remain languishing in our ignorance, and with a lame tax return to boot. I prefer to be ignorant on a cheaper scale, thankyouverymuch.
So Jake paid $7500 in taxes, I paid $2600, with $4500 property taxes. We may be blessed with decent jobs and a nice home, but methinks we are getting screwed.
Chicken Bundles, Turkey Tetrazini
Dinners This Week:
I have been in a cooking mood this week:
Monday: Asian Chicken Soup with soba noodles, sno peas, broccoli, and napa cabbage. It was ok, I'd probably find a good tom ka gai recipe and make it instead, with extra veggies.
Tuesday: Chicken bundles stuffed with feta, olive tapenade, and roasted red peppers. I served them with whole wheat pasta tossed with olive oil, fresh parmesan, garlic, and ricotta cheese with coarse ground salt and pepper. Awesome! The chicken bundles were prepared ahead and frozen, making them incredibly easy.
Ingredients
Serving: Serves 8
8 Ounces feta cheese, crumbled (2 Cups)
1/2 Cup jarred roasted red peppers, rinsed, patted dry, and coarsely chopped
1/2 Cup pitted Kalamata olives, coarsely chopped (I used an olive tapenade I had in the fridge)
3 large scallions, thinly sliced (1 Cup)
1 Teaspoon dried oregano
16 (about 4 pounds total) chicken cutlets
Coarse salt and ground pepper
2 Cups tomato sauce, (optional)
Directions
In a medium bowl, combine feta, peppers, olives, scallions, and oregano. Line a small baking sheet with parchment paper; set aside.
Place cutlets on a flat surface, smooth side down. Spoon 2 tablespoons of feta mixture in center of each cutlet; fold up short sides over cheese, then long sides, making a packet. On baking sheet, arrange stuffed cutlets, seam side down (they should not touch); freeze until firm, about 1 hour. Wrap each in plastic; place in a resealable freezer bag; label, and date. Freeze up to 2 months.
To bake: Preheat oven to 400 degrees;. Line two large baking sheets with parchment. Unwrap frozen cutlets, and arrange, seam side down, on baking sheets; season with salt and pepper. Bake until chicken is opaque throughout, about 30 minutes. Serve 2 cutlets per person, topped, if desired, with tomato sauce. To bake without freezing: Decrease baking time by about 10 minutes.
Wednesday: Wild Turkey Tetrazini with wild harvested mushrooms, whole wheat noodles, and organic peas. This was EXCELLENT, definately not low fat, but a great treat-- very French. The recipe made 2 dishes worth-- one for today, one for the freezer. Here's the recipe:
Coarse salt and ground pepper
6 Tablespoons butter
1 Pound white mushrooms, trimmed and sliced inch thick (I used 1/2 # white, 1/2 # wild mushrooms, harvested from the local woods)
1/2 Cup all-purpose flour
3 Cups milk
1 can (14.5 ounces) reduced-sodium chicken broth
3/4 Cup dry white wine
3 Cups grated Parmesan cheese
1/2 Teaspoon dried thyme leaves
1 Pound linguine, broken in half
1 rotisserie chicken, skin removed, meat shredded (about 4 cups) (I used leftover turkey from Jake's hunt last fall)
1 package (10 ounces) frozen peas, thawed and drained
Directions
Preheat oven to 400. Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil (for pasta). In a large saucepan, melt 2 tablespoons butter over high heat. Add mushrooms, and season with salt and pepper. Cook, tossing frequently, until tender and browned, 8 to 10 minutes. Transfer to a bowl, and set aside.
Make sauce: In same saucepan, melt remaining 4 tablespoons butter over medium heat. Add flour; cook, whisking, about 1 minute. Whisking constantly, gradually add milk, broth, and wine. Bring to a boil; reduce to a simmer, and add 2 cups Parmesan and thyme. Season with salt and pepper.
Cook pasta 2 minutes less than package instructions for al dente; drain and return to pot. Add sauce, chicken, peas, and mushrooms. Toss well to combine. Divide between two shallow 2-quart baking dishes; sprinkle with remaining Parmesan. Freeze (see below) or bake until browned, about 30 minutes. Let stand 10 minutes before serving.
Thursday: slacker night. I could hardly drag my butt out of the doldrums to make a meal (and I wasn't terribly hungry after scarfing down a 1/2 dozen chocolates). I made canned split pea soup with homemade whole wheat croutons (seasoned with olive oil, thyme, and freshly cracked pepper) Overall, not a bad meal.
Friday: Eggplant Bolognese with zucchini and whole wheat garlic bread, and a salad. I think I may be over doing the pasta dishes this week, but we'll all survive. Maybe I'll make a lovely tiramisu for dessert...
I have been in a cooking mood this week:
Monday: Asian Chicken Soup with soba noodles, sno peas, broccoli, and napa cabbage. It was ok, I'd probably find a good tom ka gai recipe and make it instead, with extra veggies.
Tuesday: Chicken bundles stuffed with feta, olive tapenade, and roasted red peppers. I served them with whole wheat pasta tossed with olive oil, fresh parmesan, garlic, and ricotta cheese with coarse ground salt and pepper. Awesome! The chicken bundles were prepared ahead and frozen, making them incredibly easy.
Ingredients
Serving: Serves 8
8 Ounces feta cheese, crumbled (2 Cups)
1/2 Cup jarred roasted red peppers, rinsed, patted dry, and coarsely chopped
1/2 Cup pitted Kalamata olives, coarsely chopped (I used an olive tapenade I had in the fridge)
3 large scallions, thinly sliced (1 Cup)
1 Teaspoon dried oregano
16 (about 4 pounds total) chicken cutlets
Coarse salt and ground pepper
2 Cups tomato sauce, (optional)
Directions
In a medium bowl, combine feta, peppers, olives, scallions, and oregano. Line a small baking sheet with parchment paper; set aside.
Place cutlets on a flat surface, smooth side down. Spoon 2 tablespoons of feta mixture in center of each cutlet; fold up short sides over cheese, then long sides, making a packet. On baking sheet, arrange stuffed cutlets, seam side down (they should not touch); freeze until firm, about 1 hour. Wrap each in plastic; place in a resealable freezer bag; label, and date. Freeze up to 2 months.
To bake: Preheat oven to 400 degrees;. Line two large baking sheets with parchment. Unwrap frozen cutlets, and arrange, seam side down, on baking sheets; season with salt and pepper. Bake until chicken is opaque throughout, about 30 minutes. Serve 2 cutlets per person, topped, if desired, with tomato sauce. To bake without freezing: Decrease baking time by about 10 minutes.
Wednesday: Wild Turkey Tetrazini with wild harvested mushrooms, whole wheat noodles, and organic peas. This was EXCELLENT, definately not low fat, but a great treat-- very French. The recipe made 2 dishes worth-- one for today, one for the freezer. Here's the recipe:
Coarse salt and ground pepper
6 Tablespoons butter
1 Pound white mushrooms, trimmed and sliced inch thick (I used 1/2 # white, 1/2 # wild mushrooms, harvested from the local woods)
1/2 Cup all-purpose flour
3 Cups milk
1 can (14.5 ounces) reduced-sodium chicken broth
3/4 Cup dry white wine
3 Cups grated Parmesan cheese
1/2 Teaspoon dried thyme leaves
1 Pound linguine, broken in half
1 rotisserie chicken, skin removed, meat shredded (about 4 cups) (I used leftover turkey from Jake's hunt last fall)
1 package (10 ounces) frozen peas, thawed and drained
Directions
Preheat oven to 400. Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil (for pasta). In a large saucepan, melt 2 tablespoons butter over high heat. Add mushrooms, and season with salt and pepper. Cook, tossing frequently, until tender and browned, 8 to 10 minutes. Transfer to a bowl, and set aside.
Make sauce: In same saucepan, melt remaining 4 tablespoons butter over medium heat. Add flour; cook, whisking, about 1 minute. Whisking constantly, gradually add milk, broth, and wine. Bring to a boil; reduce to a simmer, and add 2 cups Parmesan and thyme. Season with salt and pepper.
Cook pasta 2 minutes less than package instructions for al dente; drain and return to pot. Add sauce, chicken, peas, and mushrooms. Toss well to combine. Divide between two shallow 2-quart baking dishes; sprinkle with remaining Parmesan. Freeze (see below) or bake until browned, about 30 minutes. Let stand 10 minutes before serving.
Thursday: slacker night. I could hardly drag my butt out of the doldrums to make a meal (and I wasn't terribly hungry after scarfing down a 1/2 dozen chocolates). I made canned split pea soup with homemade whole wheat croutons (seasoned with olive oil, thyme, and freshly cracked pepper) Overall, not a bad meal.
Friday: Eggplant Bolognese with zucchini and whole wheat garlic bread, and a salad. I think I may be over doing the pasta dishes this week, but we'll all survive. Maybe I'll make a lovely tiramisu for dessert...
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Irish Soda Bread:
INGREDIENTS
4 cups all-purpose flour
1 cup white sugar (I used 1/2 sugar, 1/2 Splenda)
1 teaspoon baking soda
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
3 eggs
1 pint sour cream (I used fat free yogurt and 2 Tb canola oil)
1 cup raisins
DIRECTIONS
Preheat oven to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C). Grease two 8x4 inch loaf pans.
Mix the flour, sugar, baking soda, baking powder and salt. Add the eggs, sour cream and raisins and mix until just combined. Distribute batter evenly between the two pans.
Bake loaves at 325 degrees F (165 degrees C) for 1 hour.
4 cups all-purpose flour
1 cup white sugar (I used 1/2 sugar, 1/2 Splenda)
1 teaspoon baking soda
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
3 eggs
1 pint sour cream (I used fat free yogurt and 2 Tb canola oil)
1 cup raisins
DIRECTIONS
Preheat oven to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C). Grease two 8x4 inch loaf pans.
Mix the flour, sugar, baking soda, baking powder and salt. Add the eggs, sour cream and raisins and mix until just combined. Distribute batter evenly between the two pans.
Bake loaves at 325 degrees F (165 degrees C) for 1 hour.
Lemon Meringue Cupcakes
I made these cupcakes for my new co-workers; I'm trying to schmooze myself into a job~
Make any recipe white cake into 30 standard sized cupcakes. Place on rack to cool.
Lemon Curd (make after cupcakes):
Mix in saucepan:
1/2 cup fresh lemon juice
grated rind of 2 large/4 small lemons
6 egg yolks
3/4 cup sugar
Heat on medium/low flame while stirring constantly until mixture thickens and coats back of spoon. Remove from heat, and mix in, one piece at a time:
1/2 cup (one stick) unsalted butter, cut into pieces, until melted
Pass curd thru fine sieve into bowl placed over ice bath. Stir until cooled, cover surface with plastic wrap and cool until ready to use. Pipe into cooled cupcakes.
Meringue:
Beat with whip attachment until soft peaks form:
3 egg whites
1/2 tsp cream of tartar
Meanwhile, heat until soft ball stage while stirring constantly:
1 cup sugar
1/3 cup water
1/3 cup light corn syrup
Drizzle hot syrup down side of mixing bowl into egg whites while beating in high speed. Continue to beat about 5 minutes. Pipe frosting while still warm for best effect.
I made my own colored/flavored sugar topping by mixing sugar crystals with yellow food gel and finely grated lemon rind, and topped each cupcake with a fondant flower I made. I thought they turned out cute, and they tasted great, too!
Make any recipe white cake into 30 standard sized cupcakes. Place on rack to cool.
Lemon Curd (make after cupcakes):
Mix in saucepan:
1/2 cup fresh lemon juice
grated rind of 2 large/4 small lemons
6 egg yolks
3/4 cup sugar
Heat on medium/low flame while stirring constantly until mixture thickens and coats back of spoon. Remove from heat, and mix in, one piece at a time:
1/2 cup (one stick) unsalted butter, cut into pieces, until melted
Pass curd thru fine sieve into bowl placed over ice bath. Stir until cooled, cover surface with plastic wrap and cool until ready to use. Pipe into cooled cupcakes.
Meringue:
Beat with whip attachment until soft peaks form:
3 egg whites
1/2 tsp cream of tartar
Meanwhile, heat until soft ball stage while stirring constantly:
1 cup sugar
1/3 cup water
1/3 cup light corn syrup
Drizzle hot syrup down side of mixing bowl into egg whites while beating in high speed. Continue to beat about 5 minutes. Pipe frosting while still warm for best effect.
I made my own colored/flavored sugar topping by mixing sugar crystals with yellow food gel and finely grated lemon rind, and topped each cupcake with a fondant flower I made. I thought they turned out cute, and they tasted great, too!
5 Pounds???
So last night I weighed myself on my new WalMart scale I just had to have and I was 162, which was very sad. But this morning, when I jumped on the scale, I was 157-- wtf??? 5 pounds???
Not like I'm complaining or anything, but a 5 # weight loss overnight is highly unlikely, unless there was an unfortunate loss of a limb, massive hemorrhage, or maybe even childbirth or a raging case of salmonella poisoning in the time between 9pm and 9 am. I even cheated and got up at midnight to have another lovely piece of that soda bread I made yesterday-- waaaay too yummy, even better than cupcakes!
I have nothing planned today, which makes me SAD. I have 2 little boys by myself this am, as hubby is working yet another 6 days in a row-- for which I know I should be humbled and grateful, but for which I am eversoslightly bummed about-- sometimes, I can go days without saying more than 4 sentences to my guy, just because we're so busy. Sigh! I guess missing your spouse is a nice alternative to the traditional "being sick of your spouse", or "fighting with your spouse", so I'll quit my whining. For now. I suppose it's time to do my "8 Minutes in the Morning", and wrangle up a walk with Mr Six.
Not like I'm complaining or anything, but a 5 # weight loss overnight is highly unlikely, unless there was an unfortunate loss of a limb, massive hemorrhage, or maybe even childbirth or a raging case of salmonella poisoning in the time between 9pm and 9 am. I even cheated and got up at midnight to have another lovely piece of that soda bread I made yesterday-- waaaay too yummy, even better than cupcakes!
I have nothing planned today, which makes me SAD. I have 2 little boys by myself this am, as hubby is working yet another 6 days in a row-- for which I know I should be humbled and grateful, but for which I am eversoslightly bummed about-- sometimes, I can go days without saying more than 4 sentences to my guy, just because we're so busy. Sigh! I guess missing your spouse is a nice alternative to the traditional "being sick of your spouse", or "fighting with your spouse", so I'll quit my whining. For now. I suppose it's time to do my "8 Minutes in the Morning", and wrangle up a walk with Mr Six.
Wonderful, Wonderful Walk:
Mr Six, Jacob, Cody and I went for a nice, long walk to the park this afternoon. The boys were a great addition to the walk, since they were wandering off into the woods, exploring rotten, hollowed out trees, bugs and the like. I had to keep lasso-ing them back to the trail so they didn't get lost, but we were having a blast in the process. Jacob kept finding those boll- things that grow inside the goldenrod stems, and I found a little golden snake that was killed. Was it bad of me to suggest that Cody put it in his pocket? (Grace thought it was a fake snake and screamed and screamed when she found out it was real and she touched it. tee hee-- she shouldn't be such a GIRL about such things...)
There were a lot of people on the trail and many more by the river, and I secretly felt glad that I had my "vicious" dog with me to make me feel safe-- some of those fishing guys look downright shady, and I was only too happy to glower at them menacingly while restraining my recently quarantined hell hound.
Life is good! We took lots of pictures; Everything looks go grey compared to the summer pics from last year.
Jacob says, "everything is waking up, mom".
There were a lot of people on the trail and many more by the river, and I secretly felt glad that I had my "vicious" dog with me to make me feel safe-- some of those fishing guys look downright shady, and I was only too happy to glower at them menacingly while restraining my recently quarantined hell hound.
Life is good! We took lots of pictures; Everything looks go grey compared to the summer pics from last year.
Jacob says, "everything is waking up, mom".
Asian Chicken salad
Our favorite meal, probably of all time. The kids always ask for this after a few weeks at camp:
Asian Chicken Salad
Ingredients:
Marinate--
1/2 pound boneless, skinless chicken breasts
(as long as you can remember to, up to 24 hours) in Char Sui marinade
Char Sui Marinade:
1 cup hoisin sauce
1 Tb sugar
1 tsp chinese five spice
1 1/2 tsp sesame oil
2 Tb rice wine vinegar (seasoned or unseasoned)
1 Tb minced ginger
1 Tb minced garlic
Mix all ingredients together
Asian Vinaigrette:
1/2 cup vegetable oil (I prefer Healthy Balance or light evoo)
1 1/2 Tb sesame oil
1/2 cup rice wine vinegar
1/2 cup soy sauce
2 Tb minced ginger
1 tsp minced garlic
2 tsp sugar (I use 1/2 sugar, 1/2 splenda-- more or less to taste)
black pepper to taste
Mix all ingredients and chill for several hours to blend flavors.
Salad:
Mix together--
1/2 large head napa cabbage, shredded
1 8-12 oz package mixed greens of your choice (not iceberg)
1-2 cups sno peas, cut into 1 inch pieces
1 cup carrots, sliced on bias
1-2 cups fresh broccoli, chopped
1-2 cups bok choi, sliced
1/2-1 cup coarsely chopped cilantro
1/2 cup sliced green onions
tomatoes, cukes, zucchini-- whatever additional vegetables float your boat
Preheat oven to Broil. Place chicken breasts on broiler pan and broil each side for 4 minutes.
Remove chicken from oven and place on oven proof plate-- cover with foil, and allow chicken to rest for 10-15 minutes.
Slice chicken thinly on a bias and return to plate. If it is still pink in the middle, cover with foil and place in warm oven for a short while.
Tamari Roasted Almonds:
Heat small pan on medium until hot. Add 1/2 to 1 cup sliced or whole almonds and heat for a couple minutes, stirring frequently until browned. Add a couple tablespoons tamari to pan and shake/stir almonds to coat. Continue to cook for a minute longer, and remove from heat. Allow almonds to cool in pan.
To serve:
Place a serving of salad on a plate and cover with some of the sliced chicken. Top chicken with Chow Mein noodles, tamari almonds, and (well shaken) vinaigrette to taste.
Asian Chicken Salad
Ingredients:
Marinate--
1/2 pound boneless, skinless chicken breasts
(as long as you can remember to, up to 24 hours) in Char Sui marinade
Char Sui Marinade:
1 cup hoisin sauce
1 Tb sugar
1 tsp chinese five spice
1 1/2 tsp sesame oil
2 Tb rice wine vinegar (seasoned or unseasoned)
1 Tb minced ginger
1 Tb minced garlic
Mix all ingredients together
Asian Vinaigrette:
1/2 cup vegetable oil (I prefer Healthy Balance or light evoo)
1 1/2 Tb sesame oil
1/2 cup rice wine vinegar
1/2 cup soy sauce
2 Tb minced ginger
1 tsp minced garlic
2 tsp sugar (I use 1/2 sugar, 1/2 splenda-- more or less to taste)
black pepper to taste
Mix all ingredients and chill for several hours to blend flavors.
Salad:
Mix together--
1/2 large head napa cabbage, shredded
1 8-12 oz package mixed greens of your choice (not iceberg)
1-2 cups sno peas, cut into 1 inch pieces
1 cup carrots, sliced on bias
1-2 cups fresh broccoli, chopped
1-2 cups bok choi, sliced
1/2-1 cup coarsely chopped cilantro
1/2 cup sliced green onions
tomatoes, cukes, zucchini-- whatever additional vegetables float your boat
Preheat oven to Broil. Place chicken breasts on broiler pan and broil each side for 4 minutes.
Remove chicken from oven and place on oven proof plate-- cover with foil, and allow chicken to rest for 10-15 minutes.
Slice chicken thinly on a bias and return to plate. If it is still pink in the middle, cover with foil and place in warm oven for a short while.
Tamari Roasted Almonds:
Heat small pan on medium until hot. Add 1/2 to 1 cup sliced or whole almonds and heat for a couple minutes, stirring frequently until browned. Add a couple tablespoons tamari to pan and shake/stir almonds to coat. Continue to cook for a minute longer, and remove from heat. Allow almonds to cool in pan.
To serve:
Place a serving of salad on a plate and cover with some of the sliced chicken. Top chicken with Chow Mein noodles, tamari almonds, and (well shaken) vinaigrette to taste.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Happy B'Lated St Patty's Day!
We are the procrastinators of all things holiday: we don't have a problem celebrating the holidays per se-- we just need about 2 additional weeks to prepare than most folks (plus, then all the holiday stuff is 75% off!). We are finally getting around to cooking up the traditional Irish feast of corned beef and cabbage, with some home baked irish soda bread thrown in for good measure. Yum! We went out last week at the last minute to the local pub to celebrate, which was very cool (I really can't ever recall celebrating that particular non-holiday; it isn't even on my radar, even tho I am close to 50% Irish. I must be getting sentimental for rowdy drinking holidays in my old age..)
I am sososo glad to have today off! I need at least 2 days off per week to feel sane-- I had only one this week. I slept in after getting the kids off to school until about 9, read for a while, then got the house clean, made phonecalls/appointments, started dinner, baked bread....
I am sososo glad to have today off! I need at least 2 days off per week to feel sane-- I had only one this week. I slept in after getting the kids off to school until about 9, read for a while, then got the house clean, made phonecalls/appointments, started dinner, baked bread....
What I want...
I want a regular job, one that I can get really good at so I can say I really and truly know what I'm doing. I want to get older doing the same thing over and over, so I can proudly (or exasperatingly) say "I've been here 10 years, or 15 years", blah blah blah. I want to be a figure to be reconed with on the unit, so when the shit goes down or we hire someone I don't like, I'm secure enough to get over it quickly. I want a secure position which will give me enough financial freedom to pay for things I want/need, especially VACATIONS! I love GI, it's easy/hard enough to be a balanced variant of boring and interesting to meet my changing needs:-) The new position I've been waiting over a month for is 2-10 hour days one week, and 2-10's and an 8 hour shift the next-- hopefully the same days of the week, so I can get a nice exercise routine going. There was the cutest young woman at work the other day whose slender, toned body reminded me of mine when I was that age. Boy, I miss that body...
Anyhoo, on the exercise note, I also want a digital scale so I can weigh myself at least once a week; maybe I'll pick one up this afternoon when I go to get milk (ah! the evil lure of the Super WalMart!).
I've been exercising the little peepee "8 Minutes a Day" and walking 30 + minutes most every day, and since I am so flabby and out of shape (but still about 2 sizes smaller that the average American woman, I have to add, in deference to my ego) I can really feel it-- you do arm exercises with weights and leg and abdominal stuff, but it's my calves that hurt the most. I do so much standing with my new job that I think the walking/standing combo has taken a toll. Fortunately, I'm certain I'll get used to it...
I am looking forward to seeing at least a 10# weight loss fairly effortlessly, since I am heavier than even I imagined (162# at work, but I was fully clothed, and it was after lunch). But still... eek!
Anyhoo, on the exercise note, I also want a digital scale so I can weigh myself at least once a week; maybe I'll pick one up this afternoon when I go to get milk (ah! the evil lure of the Super WalMart!).
I've been exercising the little peepee "8 Minutes a Day" and walking 30 + minutes most every day, and since I am so flabby and out of shape (but still about 2 sizes smaller that the average American woman, I have to add, in deference to my ego) I can really feel it-- you do arm exercises with weights and leg and abdominal stuff, but it's my calves that hurt the most. I do so much standing with my new job that I think the walking/standing combo has taken a toll. Fortunately, I'm certain I'll get used to it...
I am looking forward to seeing at least a 10# weight loss fairly effortlessly, since I am heavier than even I imagined (162# at work, but I was fully clothed, and it was after lunch). But still... eek!
Saturday, March 17, 2007
OLC:
Things I want to buy: coffee grinder, more decaf.
I want to cut back on my caffeine intake, and drink 1/2 and 1/2. I would also like to get off my PMS meds/OCP's, since they don't seem to work anyway-- I keep getting break through bleeding about a week early, which I'm sick of, and I have no sex drive/response (altho if I saw my husband more frequently and he talked to me and didn't openly ignore me when I'm speaking, I can't imagine the tremendous impact it would have on my interest in sex. Plus, I bet I'd respond favorably if I felt he didn't think I was an unattractive slob. A compliment or 2 once every few months would be nice, esp after I get dressed up and try my best to "clean up". Someone somewhere used to think I was hot...). The hormonal fluctuations are bothersome, but I'm hoping if I cut back on caffeine, exercise regularly, and maybe find something herbal to help with anxiety/stress.
I have discovered that I really like listening to conservative talk radio-- odd. It makes me feel like I am connected to the world, and able to participate in it if need be.
I spoke with my hubby today, and shared with him that I want to be done with renovations on the house for the time being (except those that are required-- like fixing the flowing river in the basement). I want to put the house on hold until we pay off some of the mortgage and stop trashing what we've already completed. I hate the carpeting and the bathroom, but putting in new flooring and putting on a master bedroom is not worth not being able to take vacations. Instead of paying for tuition for Grace, I'd really like to put at least $500 on the mortgage in addition to what Jake is paying, so we can knock that down asap so we can start vacationing. I really want to take a snorkeling trip, with a focus on sun and beautiful water, possibly a trip to Hawaii ($$$$$) and a trip to Austin soon. I have no guarantees my hubby will want to do anything once we are "able" to, since the only vacations he has ever suggested in all these years have revolved around sleeping in a tent, hiking 20 miles with 50# packs, and fishing trips. But, maybe I will find some cool friends who would like to escape for weekend getaways.
I would really like to get better at addressing/doing some of the things I don't like to do: walking, exercising, paying attention to finances, etc. I want to be more fully awake, but it just never seems to work out. Jake and I still don't have a joint account, I still have no idea how much $ he makes per week, esp with all his overtime (and we've been together, what-- 13 years?) Somehow, we are only getting like a $175 return on our taxes, and I can't fricken believe it! I guess it's better to get our money each paycheck instead of "loaning" it to the govt, only to get a portion of it back with no interest... what a bunch of BS.
Grace and I had a nice blowout today-- that girl is so rude to me, which is crap. I pay such obscene amounts of $ each month for her to be such a raging brat. It really makes me mad-- at least when she went to public school and screwed up, I had the option to get sucked into it and involved, or not. With all the money I'm shelling out each month for school, lessons, clothing, stupid $40 lunch field trips, I am forced to participate-- and I'm completely broke to boot! So she's a crabby bitch, I'm not happy to have to put up with her, and I have no money and no way to have fun to compensate for my misery . Some parents revel in the fact that they don't mind sacrificing vacations and other family nicities to send their kids to CC, but jeez! Grace is such a miserable thing to be around I'm not feeling the joy of being abused by her and happy to pay $600 each month for the priviledge. Public school, here she comes...
Six is doing better-- I'm ready to lock him and Charlie (cat) up in a room together and make them sort out their differences. That doggie loves me! Jake seems to be ok as long as I entertain the notion that we will be getting rid of Six-- I even put an ad in the work classifieds, which I would be surprised if anyone answers. Humor, humor-- the key to a happy marriage! Altho, to be honest, I so rarely see my husband and speak more than 4 sentences to him to be sure if we're happy or not. I'm not happy never going or doing anything, he's not happy with a chubby wife (on the high end of the NORMAL weight scale for my height, if you cared to know, but I think he's be ever so much happier if I was 5'10", 126 pounds, with a D cup. Ohwell.)
I want to cut back on my caffeine intake, and drink 1/2 and 1/2. I would also like to get off my PMS meds/OCP's, since they don't seem to work anyway-- I keep getting break through bleeding about a week early, which I'm sick of, and I have no sex drive/response (altho if I saw my husband more frequently and he talked to me and didn't openly ignore me when I'm speaking, I can't imagine the tremendous impact it would have on my interest in sex. Plus, I bet I'd respond favorably if I felt he didn't think I was an unattractive slob. A compliment or 2 once every few months would be nice, esp after I get dressed up and try my best to "clean up". Someone somewhere used to think I was hot...). The hormonal fluctuations are bothersome, but I'm hoping if I cut back on caffeine, exercise regularly, and maybe find something herbal to help with anxiety/stress.
I have discovered that I really like listening to conservative talk radio-- odd. It makes me feel like I am connected to the world, and able to participate in it if need be.
I spoke with my hubby today, and shared with him that I want to be done with renovations on the house for the time being (except those that are required-- like fixing the flowing river in the basement). I want to put the house on hold until we pay off some of the mortgage and stop trashing what we've already completed. I hate the carpeting and the bathroom, but putting in new flooring and putting on a master bedroom is not worth not being able to take vacations. Instead of paying for tuition for Grace, I'd really like to put at least $500 on the mortgage in addition to what Jake is paying, so we can knock that down asap so we can start vacationing. I really want to take a snorkeling trip, with a focus on sun and beautiful water, possibly a trip to Hawaii ($$$$$) and a trip to Austin soon. I have no guarantees my hubby will want to do anything once we are "able" to, since the only vacations he has ever suggested in all these years have revolved around sleeping in a tent, hiking 20 miles with 50# packs, and fishing trips. But, maybe I will find some cool friends who would like to escape for weekend getaways.
I would really like to get better at addressing/doing some of the things I don't like to do: walking, exercising, paying attention to finances, etc. I want to be more fully awake, but it just never seems to work out. Jake and I still don't have a joint account, I still have no idea how much $ he makes per week, esp with all his overtime (and we've been together, what-- 13 years?) Somehow, we are only getting like a $175 return on our taxes, and I can't fricken believe it! I guess it's better to get our money each paycheck instead of "loaning" it to the govt, only to get a portion of it back with no interest... what a bunch of BS.
Grace and I had a nice blowout today-- that girl is so rude to me, which is crap. I pay such obscene amounts of $ each month for her to be such a raging brat. It really makes me mad-- at least when she went to public school and screwed up, I had the option to get sucked into it and involved, or not. With all the money I'm shelling out each month for school, lessons, clothing, stupid $40 lunch field trips, I am forced to participate-- and I'm completely broke to boot! So she's a crabby bitch, I'm not happy to have to put up with her, and I have no money and no way to have fun to compensate for my misery . Some parents revel in the fact that they don't mind sacrificing vacations and other family nicities to send their kids to CC, but jeez! Grace is such a miserable thing to be around I'm not feeling the joy of being abused by her and happy to pay $600 each month for the priviledge. Public school, here she comes...
Six is doing better-- I'm ready to lock him and Charlie (cat) up in a room together and make them sort out their differences. That doggie loves me! Jake seems to be ok as long as I entertain the notion that we will be getting rid of Six-- I even put an ad in the work classifieds, which I would be surprised if anyone answers. Humor, humor-- the key to a happy marriage! Altho, to be honest, I so rarely see my husband and speak more than 4 sentences to him to be sure if we're happy or not. I'm not happy never going or doing anything, he's not happy with a chubby wife (on the high end of the NORMAL weight scale for my height, if you cared to know, but I think he's be ever so much happier if I was 5'10", 126 pounds, with a D cup. Ohwell.)
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
To do list:
Today, on my only, wonderful day off, I have many things I need to do. First:
1) Schedule dog appt: Six took off a small chunk of my husband's face on Saturday, when he unwisely decided to show Six who's boss and take away his bone. Six gave him all the signs that he wasn't in a good frame of mind-- he's been acting up in general lately-- and he took a warning nip. Sadly, Jake's face was in the way, and he lost a little scrap of his lip (gross! gross! ewww! I got to put it in a baggie to take to the ER. 25 stitches!) Mr. Six is now in quarantine for 10 days, and he seems to be calming down. I can't help but wonder if he was freaked out from our being gone most of last week, and if he's caught a whiff of spring fever. I think he secretly likes being isolated in the back room, away from the wiles of the cat who has become his nemesis. Jake of course now wants to get rid of my beloved Mr Six, and it makes me sad-- Jake can be a bully and try to show everyone in his household that he's the boss, with very much the same reaction-- Six just did what we all wish we could do, if our teeth were sharper. What kind of a dumbass would try to show up a growling and defensive dog? I love my Mr Six, I really don't think it's fair; he really didn't mean to bite, and he's been through so much lately :-( I'm sad for Jake, too, that he has stitches and will likely have a scar-- no, the dog shouldn't have nipped him, but when you back a defensive animal into a corner and threaten it, what can you expect? Boo.
2) Library: I owe the library $ on a pretty regular basis-- I'd better get my books back before I owe them some more.
3) Clean my house: Yeah, I better get right on that...
4) Grocery shop: Man, this day is looking more and more lame. I realized the other day that the reason I am likely "depressed" (I am using the term loosely. No, I'm not a candidate for shock therapy. Yet.) is that I NEVER get the opportunity to be myself, either due to a lack of funds, a lack of companions, or a dwindling lack of imagination. I watched "Stranger than Fiction" yesterday, after a 4th attempt-- and I had a brief flash that, given a change in circumstance, I would have been the Maggie Gyllenhaal character in the movie: creative, spontaneous, irreverent-- an individual with a beautiful lightness of being, instead of the heavy, clunky oppressive figure I have become. I used to have so much FUN, and now-- fun is so hard to come by. I really like my new job, I think there is fun to be had there; I'm uncertain at this point if I want to pursue a regular FTE, as I'll get paid less (but probably about the same when you add in the PTO accrual and benefits), and be tied to the position, which tends to take some of the fun away. Plus, working at 6:30-- getting the kids off to school, working all those unpleasant details out is a bit of a brain drain (and being coherent at that hour would be hard, and 10 hour shifts... eek! But at least I'll have less days at work during the week, and theoretically more time for myself when I'm off. Yippee!) Hopefully, I'll get some kind of raise this spring; it's not looking too good, for the first time....
I wish my irreverent spirit wasn't so threatening to my husband, who wishes I'd be more like him: asleep, contented/numb, single mindedly obsessed with fishing and being most satsfied when alone (not alone with him/me. Just alone.) I'd like some wacky friends for spontaneous adventures; I am chomping at the bit to go and do and see and not be content to sit and do nothing. I need to get out and explore the world around me, but I really don't want to do it alone. 99.9% of all the people I've met in the North have been dull-- no sense of adventure, never want to do anything, can't break out of their daily life of humdrum obligation, Yawn. I'm desperately bored, but lack enough imagination to figure out how to solve it. Sometimes I think it's intentional, since if my life started expanding, I wouldn't have so much time to cater the the hubby and kids-- but they need to get lives of their own, really and truly. And the little that they do indulge me, they don't seem terrbily happy about it. Waaaaaaaaaaaah!
1) Schedule dog appt: Six took off a small chunk of my husband's face on Saturday, when he unwisely decided to show Six who's boss and take away his bone. Six gave him all the signs that he wasn't in a good frame of mind-- he's been acting up in general lately-- and he took a warning nip. Sadly, Jake's face was in the way, and he lost a little scrap of his lip (gross! gross! ewww! I got to put it in a baggie to take to the ER. 25 stitches!) Mr. Six is now in quarantine for 10 days, and he seems to be calming down. I can't help but wonder if he was freaked out from our being gone most of last week, and if he's caught a whiff of spring fever. I think he secretly likes being isolated in the back room, away from the wiles of the cat who has become his nemesis. Jake of course now wants to get rid of my beloved Mr Six, and it makes me sad-- Jake can be a bully and try to show everyone in his household that he's the boss, with very much the same reaction-- Six just did what we all wish we could do, if our teeth were sharper. What kind of a dumbass would try to show up a growling and defensive dog? I love my Mr Six, I really don't think it's fair; he really didn't mean to bite, and he's been through so much lately :-( I'm sad for Jake, too, that he has stitches and will likely have a scar-- no, the dog shouldn't have nipped him, but when you back a defensive animal into a corner and threaten it, what can you expect? Boo.
2) Library: I owe the library $ on a pretty regular basis-- I'd better get my books back before I owe them some more.
3) Clean my house: Yeah, I better get right on that...
4) Grocery shop: Man, this day is looking more and more lame. I realized the other day that the reason I am likely "depressed" (I am using the term loosely. No, I'm not a candidate for shock therapy. Yet.) is that I NEVER get the opportunity to be myself, either due to a lack of funds, a lack of companions, or a dwindling lack of imagination. I watched "Stranger than Fiction" yesterday, after a 4th attempt-- and I had a brief flash that, given a change in circumstance, I would have been the Maggie Gyllenhaal character in the movie: creative, spontaneous, irreverent-- an individual with a beautiful lightness of being, instead of the heavy, clunky oppressive figure I have become. I used to have so much FUN, and now-- fun is so hard to come by. I really like my new job, I think there is fun to be had there; I'm uncertain at this point if I want to pursue a regular FTE, as I'll get paid less (but probably about the same when you add in the PTO accrual and benefits), and be tied to the position, which tends to take some of the fun away. Plus, working at 6:30-- getting the kids off to school, working all those unpleasant details out is a bit of a brain drain (and being coherent at that hour would be hard, and 10 hour shifts... eek! But at least I'll have less days at work during the week, and theoretically more time for myself when I'm off. Yippee!) Hopefully, I'll get some kind of raise this spring; it's not looking too good, for the first time....
I wish my irreverent spirit wasn't so threatening to my husband, who wishes I'd be more like him: asleep, contented/numb, single mindedly obsessed with fishing and being most satsfied when alone (not alone with him/me. Just alone.) I'd like some wacky friends for spontaneous adventures; I am chomping at the bit to go and do and see and not be content to sit and do nothing. I need to get out and explore the world around me, but I really don't want to do it alone. 99.9% of all the people I've met in the North have been dull-- no sense of adventure, never want to do anything, can't break out of their daily life of humdrum obligation, Yawn. I'm desperately bored, but lack enough imagination to figure out how to solve it. Sometimes I think it's intentional, since if my life started expanding, I wouldn't have so much time to cater the the hubby and kids-- but they need to get lives of their own, really and truly. And the little that they do indulge me, they don't seem terrbily happy about it. Waaaaaaaaaaaah!
Saturday, March 10, 2007
In a Rut, part 2
Ok, you say-- join the gym already! As if it were that simple... I own no exercise clothes (that fit), or athletic shoes. (or a spine, or a resolve...)
I DID call, and I can sign up until 12 today, and Jacob can go swimming with me from 1-4 today. I'll be off on Wednesday and Friday, so I could do classes those days, and Jake and I could exercise together Monday night during Jacob's swim class.
I would also like to take a trip to Austin this spring, and maybe a quick weekend visit to Disney World. And a trip to Chicago (actually, I'm going tomorrow. Wahoo!)
I DID call, and I can sign up until 12 today, and Jacob can go swimming with me from 1-4 today. I'll be off on Wednesday and Friday, so I could do classes those days, and Jake and I could exercise together Monday night during Jacob's swim class.
I would also like to take a trip to Austin this spring, and maybe a quick weekend visit to Disney World. And a trip to Chicago (actually, I'm going tomorrow. Wahoo!)
In a Rut
I am currently in a rut to transcend all ruts-- I am lethargic, a wee bit depressed, and completely uninterested in doing anything. A fantastic day by my latest standards is defined by having absolutely NOTHING to do, but then I am somehow deeply distressed that I end up doing NOTHING. I think the excitement comes from having the option to find something on my own to do above and beyond the humdrum, but since I can't, it bums me out. Der...
What I'd really like to do, but I am not sure if I can pull it off, is join the local gym and go at least a couple times a week for a class and use the equipment on my days off. I know it would be hard, since I'm so flabby and out of shape, and I'm a lazy slacker, but I'd still like to try it. I'd also like to go work out with my hubby once or twice a week; I think it would be a great way to "spice up" our marriage, kindof sexy to get all sweaty together and in shape....
I wanted to mention after all my whining and lamenting that hubby and Jacob surprised me last weekend with the coolest of all cool birthday presents; a scary, really heavy garden gnome-- it's AWESOME! Totally redeems the lame birthday party fiasco. They also got me a CAKE, and sang me Happy Birthday! I was very happy:-)
What I'd really like to do, but I am not sure if I can pull it off, is join the local gym and go at least a couple times a week for a class and use the equipment on my days off. I know it would be hard, since I'm so flabby and out of shape, and I'm a lazy slacker, but I'd still like to try it. I'd also like to go work out with my hubby once or twice a week; I think it would be a great way to "spice up" our marriage, kindof sexy to get all sweaty together and in shape....
I wanted to mention after all my whining and lamenting that hubby and Jacob surprised me last weekend with the coolest of all cool birthday presents; a scary, really heavy garden gnome-- it's AWESOME! Totally redeems the lame birthday party fiasco. They also got me a CAKE, and sang me Happy Birthday! I was very happy:-)
Monday, February 26, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Weekly Menus
I am turning this blog into not only an online confessional, but a permanent, voyeur's view into my daily, crabbity life. Lucky for you, n'est pas?
Every Sunday, I try like heck to get all the loose ends of daily life tied up so I'll be prepared for the week ahead. You know, laundry put off till the last minute (folded when icy cold-- we like the dishevled look in our family. An employer once asked if I knew how to work an iron. I don't. Some of us are also not big on combing hair, which is always a great combination with wrinkly clothes: I am forever telling the children that if this keeps up, the church will be taking secret collections to buy our poor, unfortunate family clothing and hair brushes. The kids think that would be cool, however, so the threats have fallen on deaf ears. ), backpacks unearthed and their contents examined (only to discover homework at 9pm Sunday night-- whoopsie. We're generally not great scholars, either.), etc and etc. So now is the time I am (avoiding) getting the Everyday Food mags together to select a nutritious and tasty foods for my beloved family (gag! What the hell kind of word is "tasty", anyway? Kindof gives me the creeps)
So here goes:
Monday (night of chaos. I'm never sure what time I'll get home from work, thanks to BS add ons and the disappearing act of the incredible miss K) Grace has musical practice, Jacob has swim class (yes, we are marginal participators in the modern-day cult of "Family Busy-Ness". But only one day of the week. Any more, and my strong slacker-mom instincts would kick in and that wouls be the end of that.): Slacker mom special-- Mufaletta sandwich with sweet potato fries
Tuesday: (working blissful new job; should be home by 4:45 at latest, praise sweet Jesus!): light chicken parmesan, with whole wheat spaghetti/garlic oil/peas
Wednesday: OFF!!! pork cutlets with baby green beans and sauteed red potatoes
Thursday: (work at AHC-K, should be home after 6 Hubby has archery) Jake make something (?)
Friday: (new job, home around 4:45) maybe I'll make Tom Kha Gai (chicken coconut soup) with jasmine rice. Yum!
It's a start... now, to shopping:
Every Sunday, I try like heck to get all the loose ends of daily life tied up so I'll be prepared for the week ahead. You know, laundry put off till the last minute (folded when icy cold-- we like the dishevled look in our family. An employer once asked if I knew how to work an iron. I don't. Some of us are also not big on combing hair, which is always a great combination with wrinkly clothes: I am forever telling the children that if this keeps up, the church will be taking secret collections to buy our poor, unfortunate family clothing and hair brushes. The kids think that would be cool, however, so the threats have fallen on deaf ears. ), backpacks unearthed and their contents examined (only to discover homework at 9pm Sunday night-- whoopsie. We're generally not great scholars, either.), etc and etc. So now is the time I am (avoiding) getting the Everyday Food mags together to select a nutritious and tasty foods for my beloved family (gag! What the hell kind of word is "tasty", anyway? Kindof gives me the creeps)
So here goes:
Monday (night of chaos. I'm never sure what time I'll get home from work, thanks to BS add ons and the disappearing act of the incredible miss K) Grace has musical practice, Jacob has swim class (yes, we are marginal participators in the modern-day cult of "Family Busy-Ness". But only one day of the week. Any more, and my strong slacker-mom instincts would kick in and that wouls be the end of that.): Slacker mom special-- Mufaletta sandwich with sweet potato fries
Tuesday: (working blissful new job; should be home by 4:45 at latest, praise sweet Jesus!): light chicken parmesan, with whole wheat spaghetti/garlic oil/peas
Wednesday: OFF!!! pork cutlets with baby green beans and sauteed red potatoes
Thursday: (work at AHC-K, should be home after 6 Hubby has archery) Jake make something (?)
Friday: (new job, home around 4:45) maybe I'll make Tom Kha Gai (chicken coconut soup) with jasmine rice. Yum!
It's a start... now, to shopping:
On-Line Confessional
I am so completely glad to be off this weekend! And with the addition of the new coffee maker, and the fact that I'm probably getting over whatever virus du jour, I've been pretty awake for most of the time. I think I fell asleep at 7 or 8 on Friday, but mostly it was 'cause there wasn't anything better to be doing.
I've been feeling rather contemplative (hence the tons of posts) in my new alertness, and am trying to make sense of things while I have the chance (before the fog sets in again-- maybe I need to cut back on my drinking?). I am not in any way regretting not working on weekends, and although I loved being home during the day, I really wasn't thrilled to be working in the evenings, especially if I had to work early the next day. I went for weeks being absolutely drained, exhausted, and in full-out survival mode-- which is probably why, now that I'm slowing down, I've completely crashed. It was great to get some bills paid, esp after those evil, dreadfully $$ holidays, but I couldn't keep that pace up forever. My husband works 6 days a week, why should I work a crash and burn schedule as well? Someone's got to keep the home fires burning, and in my absence the whole household falls apart (nobody eats, cleans, nothing gets done, until I get a few hours off to clean the whole damn mess. Women's Liberation be damned! When moms work, they mostly just get screwed.)
I would like to work just enough to have funds to pay the household bills (+/- $1500 month), and have some left over to play with, maybe take a decent vacation (notice I said DECENT. None of this BS camping, boating or other such tortures. I want a nice hotel with a pool, bar, etc, adjacent to entertainment such as the symphony, music halls, parks, art, shopping, tours, etc. I'd really like to go to Austin, TX and Hawaii, and possibly Northern California sometime soon... hubby wants to spend $1200 and 10 hours of ass numbing driving to spend a dull week on a HOUSEBOAT. Blech. So I get to spend a week of no paid vacation cooking and cleaning and swatting bugs while the guys go off fishing, leaving me many more fun hours of ass sitting, doing nothing. Oh joy of joys, could it really be true? Or is it just another dismal nightmare of inactivity I get to endure (I hate HATE sitting doing nothing. Dinking away at this computer is about as inactive as I can stand, which is why I don't do it very often. I can't even watch TV or movies, as I can't stand sitting there, even for an hour show)
Anyhoo, so I'm a bad wife... let this be a lesson to you young, single ladies out there-- opposites might attract, but plan on a life of angst if you are a goer and your mate is a sitter (I remember dragging his putzy rear thru Disney World. He wanted to waltz slooooooowly thru the park, while I wanted to race to the next ride. I ended up missing the opp to ride on Space Mountain 'cause I couldn't get that guy to step it up a little. I have absolutely *no* problem with spouses taking separate vacations-- esp when you have to pay to drag the slow boats around with you everywhere. My next Disney vacation, I'm going alone!) Personally, I think the guys should take their vacation by themselves, and the girls will go to Disney-- I'll have to fly that one by the guys, but I doubt it'll work. I think they want some payback for being dragged thru Disney...
I've been feeling rather contemplative (hence the tons of posts) in my new alertness, and am trying to make sense of things while I have the chance (before the fog sets in again-- maybe I need to cut back on my drinking?). I am not in any way regretting not working on weekends, and although I loved being home during the day, I really wasn't thrilled to be working in the evenings, especially if I had to work early the next day. I went for weeks being absolutely drained, exhausted, and in full-out survival mode-- which is probably why, now that I'm slowing down, I've completely crashed. It was great to get some bills paid, esp after those evil, dreadfully $$ holidays, but I couldn't keep that pace up forever. My husband works 6 days a week, why should I work a crash and burn schedule as well? Someone's got to keep the home fires burning, and in my absence the whole household falls apart (nobody eats, cleans, nothing gets done, until I get a few hours off to clean the whole damn mess. Women's Liberation be damned! When moms work, they mostly just get screwed.)
I would like to work just enough to have funds to pay the household bills (+/- $1500 month), and have some left over to play with, maybe take a decent vacation (notice I said DECENT. None of this BS camping, boating or other such tortures. I want a nice hotel with a pool, bar, etc, adjacent to entertainment such as the symphony, music halls, parks, art, shopping, tours, etc. I'd really like to go to Austin, TX and Hawaii, and possibly Northern California sometime soon... hubby wants to spend $1200 and 10 hours of ass numbing driving to spend a dull week on a HOUSEBOAT. Blech. So I get to spend a week of no paid vacation cooking and cleaning and swatting bugs while the guys go off fishing, leaving me many more fun hours of ass sitting, doing nothing. Oh joy of joys, could it really be true? Or is it just another dismal nightmare of inactivity I get to endure (I hate HATE sitting doing nothing. Dinking away at this computer is about as inactive as I can stand, which is why I don't do it very often. I can't even watch TV or movies, as I can't stand sitting there, even for an hour show)
Anyhoo, so I'm a bad wife... let this be a lesson to you young, single ladies out there-- opposites might attract, but plan on a life of angst if you are a goer and your mate is a sitter (I remember dragging his putzy rear thru Disney World. He wanted to waltz slooooooowly thru the park, while I wanted to race to the next ride. I ended up missing the opp to ride on Space Mountain 'cause I couldn't get that guy to step it up a little. I have absolutely *no* problem with spouses taking separate vacations-- esp when you have to pay to drag the slow boats around with you everywhere. My next Disney vacation, I'm going alone!) Personally, I think the guys should take their vacation by themselves, and the girls will go to Disney-- I'll have to fly that one by the guys, but I doubt it'll work. I think they want some payback for being dragged thru Disney...
Well Caffeinated
Yum! The espresso maker I specifically asked for (i.e. as in "there's one espresso maker left on the shelf at WalMart. Get there soon 'cause that's what I want for my birthday.") is an amazing addition to my daily routine. My kids are even getting addicted to it-- my 9 year old wanders about the house in the morning with his cafe latte, looking oh so sophisticated (and then he flies about the house like a crazed boy, high on caffeine, for the rest of the morn). I'm trying to remember what my mom said about kids and caffeine-- was it that it stunted your growth, or gave you chest hair? I can't remember. Either way, the kids are likely doomed to be goofy like their mom.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Birthday Blowoff
Bleah. Thursday was my 37th birthday.
I got a call from one of my (3) sisters, a call from my mom, and a visit from my stepdaughter, boyfriend, and grandbaby (which was really the nicest, and most unexpected gift of all). I also had the pleasure of dealing with unnecessary drama from my co-worker (see previous post), and spent the day in a sleepy, depressed haze.
Husband made great promises of (finally!) throwing me a birthday party after 12 years together, but he slacked and bungled it royally-- and long story short, there was no party. Every guest that was called was ultimately contacted by me, some only a couple days before the event-- most couldn't come, nothing was planned-- (except that he chose to work the morning of the so called party, so I had to *plan* to do all the cleaning, shopping, and preparation. Happy fucking birthday, indeed). I called the whole embarassing event off the day before, since it would only have made me even more bummed out, cleaning and cooking my butt off all Saturday only to culminate in a lame, poorly planned party with one or two people there. Wah.
On an even sadder note, Hubby made a bold dash to the WalMart at 10pm the night before my birthday (at my daughter's insistence. Otherwise there would have been nothing), and bought the exact one thing I asked for (unwrapped), and my daughter had to steer him away yet again from the ugly, smelly mums I have repeatedly told him you only buy for old people you really don't want to ever have sex with. WTF? One time, my guy made the colossal error of sharing the (probably universal, stupid man secret) that he can't *ahem* get excited about me without visual aids of much bustier and cuter (airbrushed, computer edited) ladies. After telling him what a grave error he committed against the delicate feminine psyche, I instructed him (yes, instructed--he's pretty clueless. He needs to be directed, step by step, preferrably with list in hand. Pictures help, too, but not always, poor bastard) that flowers might help the forgiveness process (duh!). We still weren't speaking when the man eventually presented me with a $2.99 grocery store bunch of hideous brownish mums. BROWN MUMS?!?!? He's lucky to have ever gotten laid since. Truly.
Anyway: the coffee maker was from the kids, and his gift to me was a card (a stupid one, too), which said :"good for one shopping spree". Huh? WTF is that? I once rented a park, called about 30 of his friends, and had catered food and games, music, etc for one of his birthday parties. And he *still* received a proper gift, no doubt. But those days are looooong gone.
I think what threw the poor man was that I didn't want him to invite any of HIS friends and their wives, longtime work friends we really haven't seen or hung out with in years, so he was really put out.
Ohwell, I'm older now-- that part was successful.
But enough of my self indulgent whining; time to get to the library before they close. I've got the explorer version of Rosetta Stone waiting for me, and I'm really looking forward to trying it.
I got a call from one of my (3) sisters, a call from my mom, and a visit from my stepdaughter, boyfriend, and grandbaby (which was really the nicest, and most unexpected gift of all). I also had the pleasure of dealing with unnecessary drama from my co-worker (see previous post), and spent the day in a sleepy, depressed haze.
Husband made great promises of (finally!) throwing me a birthday party after 12 years together, but he slacked and bungled it royally-- and long story short, there was no party. Every guest that was called was ultimately contacted by me, some only a couple days before the event-- most couldn't come, nothing was planned-- (except that he chose to work the morning of the so called party, so I had to *plan* to do all the cleaning, shopping, and preparation. Happy fucking birthday, indeed). I called the whole embarassing event off the day before, since it would only have made me even more bummed out, cleaning and cooking my butt off all Saturday only to culminate in a lame, poorly planned party with one or two people there. Wah.
On an even sadder note, Hubby made a bold dash to the WalMart at 10pm the night before my birthday (at my daughter's insistence. Otherwise there would have been nothing), and bought the exact one thing I asked for (unwrapped), and my daughter had to steer him away yet again from the ugly, smelly mums I have repeatedly told him you only buy for old people you really don't want to ever have sex with. WTF? One time, my guy made the colossal error of sharing the (probably universal, stupid man secret) that he can't *ahem* get excited about me without visual aids of much bustier and cuter (airbrushed, computer edited) ladies. After telling him what a grave error he committed against the delicate feminine psyche, I instructed him (yes, instructed--he's pretty clueless. He needs to be directed, step by step, preferrably with list in hand. Pictures help, too, but not always, poor bastard) that flowers might help the forgiveness process (duh!). We still weren't speaking when the man eventually presented me with a $2.99 grocery store bunch of hideous brownish mums. BROWN MUMS?!?!? He's lucky to have ever gotten laid since. Truly.
Anyway: the coffee maker was from the kids, and his gift to me was a card (a stupid one, too), which said :"good for one shopping spree". Huh? WTF is that? I once rented a park, called about 30 of his friends, and had catered food and games, music, etc for one of his birthday parties. And he *still* received a proper gift, no doubt. But those days are looooong gone.
I think what threw the poor man was that I didn't want him to invite any of HIS friends and their wives, longtime work friends we really haven't seen or hung out with in years, so he was really put out.
Ohwell, I'm older now-- that part was successful.
But enough of my self indulgent whining; time to get to the library before they close. I've got the explorer version of Rosetta Stone waiting for me, and I'm really looking forward to trying it.
snow Snow SNOW!
We're expected to get lots and lots of snow today, which I suppose is ok. I have to connect with the notion that the winter is ALMOST over (thank thank thank GOD!), and spring is nearly on its way-- so I have to keep telling myself that the snow is a temporary novelty; pretty, fluffy, and the last remaining illusion of a fleeting season (wahoo!).
Winter normally drains every last ounce of humanity from me-- generally, I make all sorts of terrible, rash decisions round about now (i..e. pull the kids out of school, put the kids back in school, quit jobs, etc and etc. And it's not nearly the fact that they aren't always the best decisions, but usually the methods I employ are what's regrettable. 'Nuff said). Pharmacologically speaking, I've been well armed this year to keep myself from jumping off the deep end, and I've done ok. Sometimes I do wonder why so much stupid BS happens this time of year (everyone else in the region losing their minds and behaving badly? Probably..) My co-worker at one of my many jobs has been driving me up a tree for really most of the time I've worked with her-- and I do wholeheartedly acknowledge that she is out of her gourd, which is sad (for her, and for everyone around her, unfortunately). But she has been such a royal PITA this past week (on my BIRTHDAY no less), flying off the handle for no apparent reason and not telling what the trouble is (yet feeling compelled to share the info with the boss-- I HATEHATEHATE that crybaby nonsense. Be adult enough to tell a co worker what's going on so it can be rectified directly, instead of running off to tattle. I still have no idea what happened in the rampant hallucinations of her angry mind...)
Anyhoo: it's all well and good that I'm being run off, in the grand scheme of things. I wasn't told in the beginning that I would be expected to work Saturdays (with absolutely no help around. I have no trouble working a weekend now and again, but the safety issue really gets to me), do chemo (with poor folks who so far haven't spoken anything close to english: not even a "no hablo espanol". So far, it's been "no hablo armenian or hmong"-- and I can't come even an iota close to faking my way through THOSE languages. Yeesh.) I'd have to place PICC lines (no freaking way. I see how traumatized those gals look when they come back from putting those monstrosities in), and this constant crazy day shuffling, as if I can't ever know more than a day (hours) in advance whether or not I'll be victim to K's "leaving early today" with no notice (and I seem to keep getting in trouble for that, which is total BS.)
I really like my new position and am looking forward to seeing if they will be able to offer me the .6 position that just came up, but I'm really hoping the "kiss of death" legacy of mine of getting wonderful jobs, only to find they are doomed (through no fault of my own-- really) ends with this Kenosha job.
(case in point, a brief History: All Saints job-- two bosses quit in the months following my hire, and all hell breaks loose. I still have nightmares about that job, where I completely lost my Mojo, which I have spent the past several years trying to recover. fruitlessly.
GTC job: wonderful boss I took the job to work with retires the week before my hire (unbekownst to me). Pandemonium ensues, and morale is shot to hell. Everyone is miserable. Racine AHC: love love love my new job, training is going well on first shift with Wonderful Doc. Soon discover that Wonderful Doc doesn't work the shifts I'll ultimately end up working (weekends, evenings, holidays. Suckity suck enough...), and I'll end up working with Scary, Drug Accomodating Doc who draws in shocking numbers of drug seekers, up to 80 a day-- patients who shake and tremble and have questionable "back pain" for which they are taking every pain med known to man, in quantities high enough to kill a horse. Eek. (this doc has had TWO seasoned, sassy nurses walk off the job and quit on the spot, right before I was hired. TWO. I had no chance with this guy.)
Kenosha job: completely love my co-workers, love the job-- boss hires 2 new co workers, one whom I adore, one who likes to share her stories of her last suicide attempt and stories of her childhood abuse and likes to tattle and leave work without telling anyone (including the boss, apparently). Then the bomb drops that we will now be working Saturdays, we will all be chemo and PICC trained, and, oh, by the way: your co-worker is crazy and has been trying to get you fired. Bleah.
I keep telling myself that perhaps I should be a stay at home mom, but my husband is the tightest man EVER and i like to spend $$ too much. So there you have it. I'm off to spoil another perfectly nice workplace with my legacy of pain.
Tee hee.
I have to say, tho: I haven't heard so much farting and rectal expelling of fluids in all my life at my new job. I'll just have to get used to it-- and try like heck not to laugh. But it's really hard.
Winter normally drains every last ounce of humanity from me-- generally, I make all sorts of terrible, rash decisions round about now (i..e. pull the kids out of school, put the kids back in school, quit jobs, etc and etc. And it's not nearly the fact that they aren't always the best decisions, but usually the methods I employ are what's regrettable. 'Nuff said). Pharmacologically speaking, I've been well armed this year to keep myself from jumping off the deep end, and I've done ok. Sometimes I do wonder why so much stupid BS happens this time of year (everyone else in the region losing their minds and behaving badly? Probably..) My co-worker at one of my many jobs has been driving me up a tree for really most of the time I've worked with her-- and I do wholeheartedly acknowledge that she is out of her gourd, which is sad (for her, and for everyone around her, unfortunately). But she has been such a royal PITA this past week (on my BIRTHDAY no less), flying off the handle for no apparent reason and not telling what the trouble is (yet feeling compelled to share the info with the boss-- I HATEHATEHATE that crybaby nonsense. Be adult enough to tell a co worker what's going on so it can be rectified directly, instead of running off to tattle. I still have no idea what happened in the rampant hallucinations of her angry mind...)
Anyhoo: it's all well and good that I'm being run off, in the grand scheme of things. I wasn't told in the beginning that I would be expected to work Saturdays (with absolutely no help around. I have no trouble working a weekend now and again, but the safety issue really gets to me), do chemo (with poor folks who so far haven't spoken anything close to english: not even a "no hablo espanol". So far, it's been "no hablo armenian or hmong"-- and I can't come even an iota close to faking my way through THOSE languages. Yeesh.) I'd have to place PICC lines (no freaking way. I see how traumatized those gals look when they come back from putting those monstrosities in), and this constant crazy day shuffling, as if I can't ever know more than a day (hours) in advance whether or not I'll be victim to K's "leaving early today" with no notice (and I seem to keep getting in trouble for that, which is total BS.)
I really like my new position and am looking forward to seeing if they will be able to offer me the .6 position that just came up, but I'm really hoping the "kiss of death" legacy of mine of getting wonderful jobs, only to find they are doomed (through no fault of my own-- really) ends with this Kenosha job.
(case in point, a brief History: All Saints job-- two bosses quit in the months following my hire, and all hell breaks loose. I still have nightmares about that job, where I completely lost my Mojo, which I have spent the past several years trying to recover. fruitlessly.
GTC job: wonderful boss I took the job to work with retires the week before my hire (unbekownst to me). Pandemonium ensues, and morale is shot to hell. Everyone is miserable. Racine AHC: love love love my new job, training is going well on first shift with Wonderful Doc. Soon discover that Wonderful Doc doesn't work the shifts I'll ultimately end up working (weekends, evenings, holidays. Suckity suck enough...), and I'll end up working with Scary, Drug Accomodating Doc who draws in shocking numbers of drug seekers, up to 80 a day-- patients who shake and tremble and have questionable "back pain" for which they are taking every pain med known to man, in quantities high enough to kill a horse. Eek. (this doc has had TWO seasoned, sassy nurses walk off the job and quit on the spot, right before I was hired. TWO. I had no chance with this guy.)
Kenosha job: completely love my co-workers, love the job-- boss hires 2 new co workers, one whom I adore, one who likes to share her stories of her last suicide attempt and stories of her childhood abuse and likes to tattle and leave work without telling anyone (including the boss, apparently). Then the bomb drops that we will now be working Saturdays, we will all be chemo and PICC trained, and, oh, by the way: your co-worker is crazy and has been trying to get you fired. Bleah.
I keep telling myself that perhaps I should be a stay at home mom, but my husband is the tightest man EVER and i like to spend $$ too much. So there you have it. I'm off to spoil another perfectly nice workplace with my legacy of pain.
Tee hee.
I have to say, tho: I haven't heard so much farting and rectal expelling of fluids in all my life at my new job. I'll just have to get used to it-- and try like heck not to laugh. But it's really hard.
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