last weekend derek and i cleaned out the bedroom closet. i went impulse shopping with mary before she left and we managed to drag home both a fantastic closet organizer and a tall skinny rack with hooks for my entryway. they're wonderful and silvery and have that baker's rack look to them.
nothing like going to the gigantor home supply shop as part of your girls' day, is there? she was actually the catalyst for this. she's one of those types who generally thinks over a purchase for some time. an impulse buy for mary is a pack of gum. of course i take her consumer skills seriously. once mary said the price looked good, i whipped around the corner to find a stray buffalo for my new goodies. in the process of hauling that thousand pounds of metal to the line, i managed to knock over (and admit to employees that i had done so because i was worried someone would trip over them) an entire display of shelving... thus leaving my wrist incapacitated to put together the entryway shelf. derek was so excited to see all the shiny shiny happiness that he obliged our squeals of delight as soon as we got back to the house.
now i can stop looking for the hooks to my coat rack! it is an item which has degenerated into a pole on a stick without its hooks. lame, but a fine thing for only two people's coats. only when tim and mary came to visit and we had no hooks for the second year in a row did i realize that it was probably time to just suck it up and call off the hunt. the pole-on-stick mechanism is still living (with much hope) in the corner of my bedroom until i can get some more feng shui going on in my mystery boxes. what kind of jackass would give away a coat rack with no hooks, right?
so anyway... we had that awful white wire shelving in the closet. you know, the kind that has you decide which hangers really need to go with which by virtue of dividers every few inches. ugh, how fucking annoying is that? i want to have the freedom to whisk my clothes to one side with a flamboyant flick of my hand. i want to push them back and forth with indecisive grunts. i want to be able to squish in an extra shirt and pants without my closet bitch-slapping me with rejection for wanting to hang up something i've only worn half a day. the stupid pisser that thought up those shelves as an efficient way to conduct your closet affairs was truly in torture mode at the time.
the cats somehow managed to refrain from freaking out when i hurled all of our crap out into the bedroom on sunday afternoon. (although bubba did look concerned that we might be moving again, so soon after he's finally gotten enough hair to spread around) after a few hours of playing with power tools and making a complete mess of things, the closet looks fantabuloso, baby! how is it that i technically have fewer shelves now and yet more room? oh yeah - those fucking wire things are gone. we also chucked a few empty boxes that must have had sentimental value at the time and rearranged the rest of the bedroom. can you imagine? i'm old enough to be in charge of the country and i finally want to keep a tidy room.
maybe we should take photos of the new and improved closet to impress mary and tim when we go see them this week. they should be happy that we finally made more space for them to hang their coats. pole-on-stick, your days might be numbered.
one thing i'm really tired of right now:
and you may be sick of this one, too. can SOMEONE please talk about barack or michelle obama without mentioning the color(s) of their skin?!?!? for crying out loud, people! who gives a damn? i beg the media to get back to the discussion about the presidential dog. at this point, even NPR is starting to sound like a bunch of racists. if i were in the obama family, i would be rolling my eyes so much they'd look like a sunset in fast forward. dear media, please stop embarrassing yourselves and move the fuck on to something else.
11 January 2009
10 January 2009
my love affair with chickens
on a triumphant note, i made chicken and rice for dinner tonight... all by myself. derek is still alive and i haven't thrown up as of yet. this is a vastly huge hurdle for me to overcome. my mad skills in the kitchen seem to be expanding past that old arch nemesis being the poultry group. as of this moment, i am invincible.
andy sent me a package last week. not only was it a shock to receive postal goodies from him, but it had a very special surprise enclosed - chicken earrings! EEE! love you too, sweetie. promise me i'm still your favorite chicken farmer, okey dokey?
for those of you that don't know, the chicken thing goes way back with me. i love that such a funny quirk would inspire andy. and no, it isn't just the chicken ninja noises i make on my medication or the joke about how much chickens love bach. (yes, me and veronica still love this one!) chickens signify a strange turning point in my life... does that sound odd?
it all started when i began teaching and directing. i would round everyone up at the end of the evening for notes or whatever with a "hey peeps" and bawk bawk bawk on to them. it got to be a habit that evolved into a tradition with me. things just went on from there.
see, these are my people. thus, they are my peeps. and thus even more so, they are my chickens. once you've been in one of my shows or classes, i think of you (lovingly, even if we bickered at the time) as my little chicken forever. moreover, you are in george's army of chickens. so far i've been lucky enough to have a wide variety of people pass through my life in this manner, and some of them more than once. i've even passed out a few ceremonial tiny rubber chickens that i hear serve as good luck charms in a pinch. nice to know that i've rubbed off on some people - err, i mean, chickens.
as george carlin used to say, chickens are good people.
things on youtube that make me laugh:
rat loves cat (from derek)
i wanna be like osama (nick and i are offensive people)
engineer's guide to cats (thanks to mary)
andy sent me a package last week. not only was it a shock to receive postal goodies from him, but it had a very special surprise enclosed - chicken earrings! EEE! love you too, sweetie. promise me i'm still your favorite chicken farmer, okey dokey?
for those of you that don't know, the chicken thing goes way back with me. i love that such a funny quirk would inspire andy. and no, it isn't just the chicken ninja noises i make on my medication or the joke about how much chickens love bach. (yes, me and veronica still love this one!) chickens signify a strange turning point in my life... does that sound odd?
it all started when i began teaching and directing. i would round everyone up at the end of the evening for notes or whatever with a "hey peeps" and bawk bawk bawk on to them. it got to be a habit that evolved into a tradition with me. things just went on from there.
see, these are my people. thus, they are my peeps. and thus even more so, they are my chickens. once you've been in one of my shows or classes, i think of you (lovingly, even if we bickered at the time) as my little chicken forever. moreover, you are in george's army of chickens. so far i've been lucky enough to have a wide variety of people pass through my life in this manner, and some of them more than once. i've even passed out a few ceremonial tiny rubber chickens that i hear serve as good luck charms in a pinch. nice to know that i've rubbed off on some people - err, i mean, chickens.
as george carlin used to say, chickens are good people.
things on youtube that make me laugh:
rat loves cat (from derek)
i wanna be like osama (nick and i are offensive people)
engineer's guide to cats (thanks to mary)
27 December 2008
things to love this week
just when i was reading the news of the day and thinking to myself "oh, what's the point? we're all going to hell in a handbasket anyway, aren't we?" on thursday, stuart copeland burrowed his little kitty face into the pit of my elbow and promptly started snoring. there are few things in this world i find cuter than the sound of a cat sawing logs and sprawling sideways in an undignified position. at one point he held his breath for that extra second and then let out a large meaningful sigh before cranking up the saw again. it was adorable.
zhen sent me the fly!!! after weeks (okay, so it was days that felt like forever) of anticipation, i have the most fabulous new piece of art. it's signed on the bottom and i actually know the artist and her fondness for cupcakes. how's that for spectacular culture? the fly is now moving around the living room in search of that perfect spot to be shown off to all who enter. aha! i think i see the spot now.
i baked this morning... without being depressed. this is a feat for me. it used to be that i would only enter the kitchen when i was feeling blue. today i made two batches of great baked french toast using raisin challah bread. one was with peppered bacon and amaretto, as well as a dish with bananas and caramel. i am a baked french toast genius.
the bactine spray stuff remains near the kitchen. i'm still a train wreck with hot glass baking dishes. who knew they'd be so damn hot?
remember how it was 8 degrees (before the wind chill) here on monday? of course you don't, but i do. then it was 50... then it was 70. then there was a thunderstorm. now we still have the balcony door open for a breeze. we can have every season in seven days or less. it's like a crazy kind of weather thunderdome around here, and i love it. two seasons enter, one season leaves!
EEE, kris is here. we're doing brunch with le bebe audrey tomorrow after i get off work. it just goes to show how well someone knows you when they ask if you're okay when you tell them you're baking. she sounded like she had keys in hand to come over and rescue me until i reassured her that i was fine. gotta love it when you have a real friend. it still weirds me out that she has a child who is now a whole year old. almost like a person! holy crap!
random goofy fact about me:
i've driven the entire distance of I-5
zhen sent me the fly!!! after weeks (okay, so it was days that felt like forever) of anticipation, i have the most fabulous new piece of art. it's signed on the bottom and i actually know the artist and her fondness for cupcakes. how's that for spectacular culture? the fly is now moving around the living room in search of that perfect spot to be shown off to all who enter. aha! i think i see the spot now.
i baked this morning... without being depressed. this is a feat for me. it used to be that i would only enter the kitchen when i was feeling blue. today i made two batches of great baked french toast using raisin challah bread. one was with peppered bacon and amaretto, as well as a dish with bananas and caramel. i am a baked french toast genius.
the bactine spray stuff remains near the kitchen. i'm still a train wreck with hot glass baking dishes. who knew they'd be so damn hot?
remember how it was 8 degrees (before the wind chill) here on monday? of course you don't, but i do. then it was 50... then it was 70. then there was a thunderstorm. now we still have the balcony door open for a breeze. we can have every season in seven days or less. it's like a crazy kind of weather thunderdome around here, and i love it. two seasons enter, one season leaves!
EEE, kris is here. we're doing brunch with le bebe audrey tomorrow after i get off work. it just goes to show how well someone knows you when they ask if you're okay when you tell them you're baking. she sounded like she had keys in hand to come over and rescue me until i reassured her that i was fine. gotta love it when you have a real friend. it still weirds me out that she has a child who is now a whole year old. almost like a person! holy crap!
random goofy fact about me:
i've driven the entire distance of I-5
21 December 2008
EEEEE-ntertainment!
derek got to meet millie. bwah, i'm not so jealous. we're making a trip to north carolina next month and i'll get to cuddle with her then. he did bring me postcards and a cup from his rather hellish trip to new york. (see previous post) now he's hanging out with dizzy and basking in the glow of how much she missed him this week.
of course i've been busy since mary has come to town. you knew that, didn't you? we now have some new matching underpants (sort of), matching plaid skirts that we wore at the same time out on our date last night, and mary has finally had the joy of eating cauliflower.
honestly - even with all i know about my peeps, i am still shocked on a regular basis. i gave the girl egg rolls. i gave the girl guacamole. who knew she'd never had cauliflower before? the occasion was marked by me (yes, ME!) being the one to cook dinner for us... and she really enjoyed it! all parties involved survived the chicken and i learned how to properly use that little metal steamer thing you stick inside a pot.
it isn't that i haven't missed derek or that mary hasn't missed tim. we've just been using our time wisely to dork out on the things that matter to us on our own. we had free samples of cider. we went to a museum. we ate baked goods and walked in the cold. we shopped for clothes, which is amazing considering that neither one of us is a big clothes hound. we watched a whole bunch of thirty second bunny theatre. we looked at trashy magazines and made fun of people. it was a pretty fun day that ended with us rolling around on the sofa with the cats until the wee hours having coffee and liqueurs.
i can't wait until kris comes to visit! and my fly is on the way here! i got all my shoes fixed! we cleaned out the closet and gave away lots of stuff! ladonna gave me a new kind of cheese! if this sounds like a lame amount of excitement for the week, well too bad. my world is rocking with humble moments of glee.
the strangest feeling:
after a year, it finally looks like we live in our house.
of course i've been busy since mary has come to town. you knew that, didn't you? we now have some new matching underpants (sort of), matching plaid skirts that we wore at the same time out on our date last night, and mary has finally had the joy of eating cauliflower.
honestly - even with all i know about my peeps, i am still shocked on a regular basis. i gave the girl egg rolls. i gave the girl guacamole. who knew she'd never had cauliflower before? the occasion was marked by me (yes, ME!) being the one to cook dinner for us... and she really enjoyed it! all parties involved survived the chicken and i learned how to properly use that little metal steamer thing you stick inside a pot.
it isn't that i haven't missed derek or that mary hasn't missed tim. we've just been using our time wisely to dork out on the things that matter to us on our own. we had free samples of cider. we went to a museum. we ate baked goods and walked in the cold. we shopped for clothes, which is amazing considering that neither one of us is a big clothes hound. we watched a whole bunch of thirty second bunny theatre. we looked at trashy magazines and made fun of people. it was a pretty fun day that ended with us rolling around on the sofa with the cats until the wee hours having coffee and liqueurs.
i can't wait until kris comes to visit! and my fly is on the way here! i got all my shoes fixed! we cleaned out the closet and gave away lots of stuff! ladonna gave me a new kind of cheese! if this sounds like a lame amount of excitement for the week, well too bad. my world is rocking with humble moments of glee.
the strangest feeling:
after a year, it finally looks like we live in our house.
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