But I was looking for recipe's and this just looked too cute, and reminded me of a certain conversation from yesterday (you still have to try one):
Homemade Dog Treats
Homemade Cat Treats
Anyway, I got some good reviews about the turkey gravy I made, but I have lots of fresh leftovers. Have to use them before they go bad: heavy cream, parsley, shallots, etc. I'm thinking about a cream of broccoli soup, and I found a recipe here: Cream of Anything Soup. The best part? Recipes adjustable to serving. Sweet.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
Fine
Everything is fine if you're liqueured up. Mmmmm.
Friday, November 17, 2006
The future is here!
Wireless Power
Just plug the Wireless Extension Cord (WEC) base unit into a standard wall outlet, and plug whatever you need into the satellite unit. The WEC uses microwaves in the 7.2GHz range, so it won't interfere with wireless networks, Bluetooth components, etc. Now, all you need to do is adjust the antennae on the two units so they are aimed at each other. Turn everything on and you have the power! The distance the WEC units can broadcast differs from situation to situation (due to interference of such things as walls, power lines, and microwave ovens), but we've beamed power over 300 feet!
Just plug the Wireless Extension Cord (WEC) base unit into a standard wall outlet, and plug whatever you need into the satellite unit. The WEC uses microwaves in the 7.2GHz range, so it won't interfere with wireless networks, Bluetooth components, etc. Now, all you need to do is adjust the antennae on the two units so they are aimed at each other. Turn everything on and you have the power! The distance the WEC units can broadcast differs from situation to situation (due to interference of such things as walls, power lines, and microwave ovens), but we've beamed power over 300 feet!
Joke
A man staggered home late after another evening with his drinking
buddies. Shoes in left hand to avoid waking his wife, he tiptoed
as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs
bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step in the darkened entryway.
As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung
around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in
each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.
Managing to suppress a yelp, the man sprung up, pulled down his
pants, and examined his lacerated and bleeding backside in the
mirror of a nearby darkened hallway. He then managed to find a
large full box of Band-Aids and proceeded to place a patch as best
he could on each place he saw blood.
After hiding the now almost empty box, he managed to shuffle and
stumble his way to bed.
In the morning, the man awoke with searing pain in head and butt
and his wife staring at him from across the room. She said, "You
were drunk again last night!"
Forcing himself to ignore his agony, he looked meekly at her
and replied, "Now, hon, why would you say that?"
"Well," she said, "it could be the open front door, it could be
the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the
drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your
bloodshot eyes, but, mostly....it's all those Band-Aids stuck
on the downstairs mirror
buddies. Shoes in left hand to avoid waking his wife, he tiptoed
as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs
bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step in the darkened entryway.
As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung
around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in
each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.
Managing to suppress a yelp, the man sprung up, pulled down his
pants, and examined his lacerated and bleeding backside in the
mirror of a nearby darkened hallway. He then managed to find a
large full box of Band-Aids and proceeded to place a patch as best
he could on each place he saw blood.
After hiding the now almost empty box, he managed to shuffle and
stumble his way to bed.
In the morning, the man awoke with searing pain in head and butt
and his wife staring at him from across the room. She said, "You
were drunk again last night!"
Forcing himself to ignore his agony, he looked meekly at her
and replied, "Now, hon, why would you say that?"
"Well," she said, "it could be the open front door, it could be
the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the
drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your
bloodshot eyes, but, mostly....it's all those Band-Aids stuck
on the downstairs mirror
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Just read it.
This will make you ill. I promise.
I mean...just so...wrong...and scary...and wrong....
POLISH EXCHANGE STUDENT IN US:
My Half-Year of Hell With Christian Fundamentalists
Note: I put my windchime back up about an hour ago, since it had been down for Halloween, and now it's realy windy outside. Going to my happy place now. *squeek*
Monday, November 13, 2006
Loser
How Old Were You When You First...
FELL IN LOVE - if crushes count, 6 - if not then 16
LOST SOMEONE CLOSE TO YOU - I think I was 14 when my Great Grandmother passed.
DRANK ALCOHOL - 20, which was legal, because I was in Japan
GOT KISSED - 16
GOT STUNG BY A BEE - I don't think ever.
WENT TO THE HOSPITAL - When I was born? Duh. Otherwise pretty often, but I've never stayed overnight.
GOT YOUR HEART BROKEN - Every day.
LOST A PET - My birdies :( I was probably 10
GOT ARRESTED - never
SMOKED A CIGARETE - once when I was a kid, but not because I wanted to
BROKEN A BONE - Hasn't happened yet
GOT JUMPED - not sure I wanna share those kinds of details...actually I'm not sure what this is asking...
GOT A JOB - Burger King, age 16
GOT CHEATED ON - I'm not even going to guess.
CHEATED ON SOMEONE - never
GOT A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND - 16 (and he was nasty, I'm a bigger loser)
RODE THE CITY BUS - 15
WENT TO A CONCERT - 20 (the only time, it was free on base, it was Hootie and the Blowfish, and I am a loser)
MET SOMEONE FAMOUS - never, although Holyfield was staying in the same hotel as me this past week, I didn't meet him.
Thursday, November 9, 2006
And then I said Duh.
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Tuesday, November 7, 2006
Sunday, November 5, 2006
Dammit!
I don't like sitting at this desk.
The mirror. Right there. My face staring back at me. Accusing. Bored. Distant.
I am completely unable to focus.
Is it poetry?
The mirror. Right there. My face staring back at me. Accusing. Bored. Distant.
I am completely unable to focus.
Is it poetry?
I have arrived!
Okay, so I spent about 30 minutes trying to connect to a wireless network. I guess I was just in denial. I hate being tied to these hotel desks to use my computer.
Now, I must find food. And my shoes. I forgot my black shoes. All I have are tennis shoes (unacceptable) and my cute low heels, which are only good for about one of my outfits, IF I find a razor for my lower legs. Grr. Must find shoes.
Fun Fact: I havn't had a shower with water pressure this low since the last time I lived in poor-people assisted housing. This is a Radisson Resort? WTF? It also appears there is not a free breakfast, not even free bagels or donuts.
On the plus side, the in-room coffee is really good, and the lamps are cute. I guess that's what my fine organization is paying good money for.
I totally should have stayed at the Drury and driven to the conference every day. Drury rocks: sushi restaurant across the street, free hot breakfast AND dinner in the lobby, good water pressure, and much less expensive.
Now, I must find food. And my shoes. I forgot my black shoes. All I have are tennis shoes (unacceptable) and my cute low heels, which are only good for about one of my outfits, IF I find a razor for my lower legs. Grr. Must find shoes.
Fun Fact: I havn't had a shower with water pressure this low since the last time I lived in poor-people assisted housing. This is a Radisson Resort? WTF? It also appears there is not a free breakfast, not even free bagels or donuts.
On the plus side, the in-room coffee is really good, and the lamps are cute. I guess that's what my fine organization is paying good money for.
I totally should have stayed at the Drury and driven to the conference every day. Drury rocks: sushi restaurant across the street, free hot breakfast AND dinner in the lobby, good water pressure, and much less expensive.
Bake Sale
I didn't find time to bake cookies for this week's bake sale. I'm leaving for San Antonio tomorrow, and I had to pack, do research for my paper, and some other stuff.
Sorries. I'll make them for the Harvest Feast, promise.
On the upside, the final paper is due Wednesday. She's letting me turn it in to her via email, and I'll drop off the packet on Thursday when I get back to town. Then she says its all easy street for class; some fun reading and a presentation for the paper. Okay, well I'm not excited about that, but it should be okay. There are only about 9 of us left in class now. Maybe I'll have time to read a Dean Koontz book or maybe get somewhere on the apartment hunt.
TTYL
Sorries. I'll make them for the Harvest Feast, promise.
On the upside, the final paper is due Wednesday. She's letting me turn it in to her via email, and I'll drop off the packet on Thursday when I get back to town. Then she says its all easy street for class; some fun reading and a presentation for the paper. Okay, well I'm not excited about that, but it should be okay. There are only about 9 of us left in class now. Maybe I'll have time to read a Dean Koontz book or maybe get somewhere on the apartment hunt.
TTYL
Saturday, November 4, 2006
We are all Heartless Bitches
I just got this bulleting in myspace:
Ladies always bitch and bitch to their friends that there is never any good guys out there anymore, and they always end up with assholes who treat them bad. Well ladies next time your bitching, maybe look up to see who your bitching too, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word like usual, screaming in his head "why don't you give me a try?"
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you. *And yadayadayada...
My Response:
Nothing against the person I last got this post from, just this kind of post in general. Most women I know do not have or want the 'bad guy' but most men aren't this pure 'good guy' they claim to be. I love my man, even though he's not some perfect gentleman. I wouldn't want him to act like someone he is not.
This site is fun, check it out:
http://www.heartless-bitches.com/ngc/ngi-1.shtml
But why are "nice guys" misogynists? In the book "The Gift of Fear," Gavin DeBecker defines "niceness" as a "strategy of social interaction" and not evidence of innate goodness. So what he is saying is that being "nice" merely means your behavior is not offensive but does not mean your motives are automatically pure or good. Being a "nice guy" has been discussed elsewhere so there is no need to go into great detail here, but the bottom line is that trying to "be nice" or to use one's social charm to achieve one's social or sexual objectives is just as manipulative as anything else. The details are different, but what is at the core is the same.
Ladies always bitch and bitch to their friends that there is never any good guys out there anymore, and they always end up with assholes who treat them bad. Well ladies next time your bitching, maybe look up to see who your bitching too, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word like usual, screaming in his head "why don't you give me a try?"
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you. *And yadayadayada...
My Response:
Nothing against the person I last got this post from, just this kind of post in general. Most women I know do not have or want the 'bad guy' but most men aren't this pure 'good guy' they claim to be. I love my man, even though he's not some perfect gentleman. I wouldn't want him to act like someone he is not.
This site is fun, check it out:
http://www.heartless-bitches.com/ngc/ngi-1.shtml
But why are "nice guys" misogynists? In the book "The Gift of Fear," Gavin DeBecker defines "niceness" as a "strategy of social interaction" and not evidence of innate goodness. So what he is saying is that being "nice" merely means your behavior is not offensive but does not mean your motives are automatically pure or good. Being a "nice guy" has been discussed elsewhere so there is no need to go into great detail here, but the bottom line is that trying to "be nice" or to use one's social charm to achieve one's social or sexual objectives is just as manipulative as anything else. The details are different, but what is at the core is the same.
Thursday, November 2, 2006
Cookie History in progress
Pumpkin Cheesecake Cookies
You know you want some....
8:37 PM
Must. Not. Eat. Batter.
Sooo tasty....must resist....
Will it keep until I make more dough this weekend?
11:38 PM
You know you want some....
8:37 PM
Mmmmm Nummy
I'm satisfied with the cookies so far.
The bottoms are a little brown, but i think i can adjust for it.
Hey, they're ginger snaps, its okay! And tasty....
8:53 PM
Uh-oh, I'm confused.
Looks like I skipped an important, cheesecake-related step. Now I have one batch of plain gingersnaps.
Oh well.
10:13 PM
Must. Not. Eat. Batter.
Sooo tasty....must resist....
Will it keep until I make more dough this weekend?
11:38 PM
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