27 January, 2009
These are from my slice-n-bake log, which went a bit flat in the fridge, so they look a little bit like slices of mini breads! Still, they are tasty.
And a bonus picture I just found on my camera. This was taken some time recently when it was very very cold. I know that even without a date stamp on the picture because:
a) Scott has a blanket on his lap
b) Scott is wearing a shirt
c) Milo is cuddling with Scott
We learned that all you have to do to get your cats to like you is to keep the temperature in your home somewhere around 50-55. No matter where you go, a cat instantly jumps on your lap. And when you get up, another cat will instantly be in the warm spot! Sadly, it has warmed up again and they are back to their normal feline indifference.
Of course, who needs kitty love when you have cookies?
26 January, 2009
1 cup of whole fresh (or frozen/thawed) cranberries
1/4 cup of packed brown sugar
Add both ingredients to food processor and process until desired consistency.
Seriously, I didn't even want to post this recipe because it's so embarrassingly easy! The recipe is actually the cranberry portion of a cranberry-orange pinwheel cookie recipe that I got from "Harp Girl" at work. She made the pinwheels and was really frustrated with rolling part of the process, so I got the recipe from her and started experimenting with "lazy man's cranberry orange cookies." The first batch I made like thumbprints. And the dark red filling made them look like gunshot wounds. This time, I put on some rubber gloves and squished the cranberry right into the orange cookie dough. The result was a lovely pink-swirled cookie that I would love to show you, but they have all been eaten. (no worries - there's a whole slice-n-bake log of dough in the fridge that I'm sure I'll be baking up in the next few days. maybe then there will be a photo!)
These are, by the way, my new go-to cookies. They are surprisingly light, and you can eat way too many of them without them laying in your stomach like bricks. Besides, did I mention the fruit? They are practically health food! (let's not discuss the 2 sticks of butter!)
So the cranberry goop: Scott and I both realized pretty quickly that this stuff would be fabulous on turkey. I have already proclaimed that I am bringing it in for any Thanksgiving pot luck I may have to attend in 2009. I made some extra with that last batch of cookies, and Scott got turkey sandwich fixin's from the store. I had one when I got home last night, and I had one for breakfast this morning - turkey, cheddar, cranberry and cole slaw on fresh sourdough.
23 January, 2009
19 January, 2009
But hey - tomorrow is THE DAY THE WORLD CHANGES!!! Perhaps that's overstating, but I really hope it isn't.
It's more than George W. going home that thrills me. I'll be honest - I got all weepy looking at the pictures from Obama's train trip this weekend. People in Wilmington started arriving at the train station at 4 am and waited there for 8 hours while the temperature went from 4 degrees up to the 20's. The pictures I love most of all are the ones of people out in the middle of nowhere, holding signs and waving.
Perhaps I should leave the wordsmithing to the pros. Here's Bob Schieffer from CBS:
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Those last 30 seconds give me goose bumps every time I see it.
17 January, 2009
Why? January 20, 2008 marks the day that George W. Bush will finally be out of the White House. So, while that Bush is on his way out why not get your bush out too.
The great people from Matthew Michaels Salon & Spa Experience will be the pro's handling the waxing duties. There will be a screen so the guys don't see your private areas...what do you take them for anyway?
You must be 18 years of age or older and have at least 1/4 inch of hair to be removed.
I think the 20-something guys who run this show are under the impression that girls yelling in pain is going to make good radio. I think they're wrong. Waxing is something that makes people make funny faces, not scream in agony. Still, I think it's a funny idea - not as funny as making their interns roll across a floor covered in mouse traps singing "Happy Birthday" to whomever is celebrating one, but still funny.
And now, for something completely different:
Can anyone suggest a polite way to ask someone to chew with his mouth closed and stop moaning when he eats? If I have to listen to apple sex one more time, my head may explode. I shouldn't say that, because I'm quite certain I'll hear it tonight. Seriously, close your eyes and picture the sound of a crisp apple being chewed with an open mouth. Now add some moaning. Do YOU ever want to eat an apple again? Perhaps I should offer him a cigarette when he's done...
15 January, 2009
13 January, 2009
Never mind that your boss is apparently afraid of his own shadow and has obviously never heard (or possibly just not understood) the phrase, "the buck stops here."
Never mind that you have e-mail documentation that there is no need for anyone to be under a bus, but if someone simply must be thrown under it, that it sure as hell isn't you.
Never mind that the analogy of people of low rank being like mushrooms (kept in the dark and fed shit) is feeling a little too close for comfort right now.
Of course, if you don't check your e-mail from home, you won't know you're angry until you're sitting at your desk on the clock, significantly increasing the odds that you're going to go all Iraqi journalist and throw a damn shoe at his head!
12 January, 2009
This is my 1,000th post!
Of course, that's just one thousand on this blog. There's still a year's worth of entries on my old blog, and a handful on Xanga. Some day I'll get around to transferring those over, in which case this will no longer be the 1,000th entry.
But that's what I'm celebrating today.
10 January, 2009
So what? I'm in a tither, and you're reading. But feel free to not read. I understand. Skip down to Flashback Friday, or come back another time when the world isn't crashing in around me.
I came home tonight to a letter from a collection company. Apparently I owe Penn State $4919.66. I shouldn't say "apparently," because I knew I owed them money... 8 years ago when I was young and poor. But I sort of thought that debt went away.
I really thought that chapter of my life was over - you know, the one with the harsh letters and mean phone calls. Now I'm going to have to have this hanging over my head until Monday when I can call them, and they're going to be mean to me, and I'm going to say, "here's $100...please leave me alone for a month," and that's going to go on for the next 49 months.
Actually, after this month, I only have 3 months left on my student loan payments (10% wage garnishment... the fastest way to pay off a debt!). So then in May I can pay these mean people $300 per month for 15 months. Anyone want to make a wager on whether my car will last long enough for that plan to come through?
I guess there's really nothing to do until Monday. Unless...
Anyone know the winning lottery numbers??
09 January, 2009
I graduated from high school late. Well, not failed a grade late. If you look at it like that, I graduated early, since I was just a few months past 17 on graduation day. 1996 was a banner year for snow, and our school district went through snow days and beyond. In addition to this blizzard (which, if I'm not mistaken, was in March!), we had enough snow that school ended something crazy like 10 days late. I graduated from high school, loaded up the car, and left for college 2 days later.
Anyway, I thought I would post this photo because I talked to one of our repeat diners on the phone today. When I asked how he was, he said "not as good as you," and went on to tell me about the 6" of snow they had on the ground and how more was in the forecast. I tried to point out that, though the weather here is beautiful, I was stuck at work and at least he was at home. He wasn't buying it. I told him that I missed snow, but only because I don't have to drive in it. After all, I learned to drive in ice and slush, and haven't done it since.
I look at the pictures and get nostalgic. But the fact is I don't ever want to drive in snow again. I'm good right here, thanks!
08 January, 2009
"Super Elphie" isn't always high up. She also gets herself into trouble on the floor.
07 January, 2009
06 January, 2009
At 2:30, I got a voicemail from my chiropractor's office reminding me that I had a 2:00 appointment and asking if I was planning on coming in. And so, I called them right back and as soon as the woman answered the phone I launched into a monologue: "This is Jamie, and this is going to sound crazy but apparently I still have my old chiropractor's phone number programmed into my phone and I called them and cancelled my appointment because I have the flu and I rescheduled with them for next Monday at 3!" Thank God she laughed! And she asked if I wanted to go ahead and reschedule for next Monday at 3, and I told her I wanted to come in at 2 but the other people were closed until 3 for lunch. And I promised her I'd change the phone number in my phone as soon as I hung up.
...but before I did that, I called the other office and explained that I "re"scheduled an appointment for next Monday but I don't go to their practice anymore and wouldn't be coming in. "Ok." "Don't you need my name?" "No, I talked to you before. This is Jamie, right?" "Yeah." "It's cancelled."
I am still pretty angry that that girl couldn't even be bothered to say "you don't have an appointment today." Had she given me any indication that I was calling the wrong place, I would have realized what was going on and not no-showed at the good office. I don't think I mentioned when I went to that other office that they are extremely religious. "God bless you" when you walk out the door religious. That's not the only reason that I stopped going there, but I won't lie and say it didn't factor in my decision. I respect their right to free speech, but I certainly wasn't comfortable there. At any rate, I really had to stop myself from calling back again and asking that girl if there was a reason she treated me the way she did. Lazy? Mean spirited? Her behavior certainly didn't seem like what Jesus would do!
I have changed the listing in my cell phone. At least I know that won't happen again!
04 January, 2009
So when this current cold/flu/ebola virus (the lab results aren't back yet) kicked in, I was hesitant to take Nyquil at all. I've been doing half shots for the past three nights. That seems to be enough to quiet my cough and let me breathe long enough to get to sleep but not enough to render me unconscious.
Tomorrow I don't have to work, and I have a standing 2:00 appointment at the chiropractor.
Tonight I'm throwing caution to the wind.
Tonight I will sleep the sleep of kings.
For tonight, I have taken the full shot.
Good night, world...
I'll see you at noon!
03 January, 2009
02 January, 2009
I took yesterday off from work so that I could watch Penn State play in the Rose Bowl. And yes, we lost, but the 4th quarter was great. Had our team woken up in perhaps the 3rd quarter, they could have pulled out an upset. Either way, I did have fun watching the game. I also enjoyed watching the Rose Parade in the morning.
About halfway through watching the game, I realized that I wasn't feeling too well. And what started as a stuffy nose had quickly morphed into post-nasal drip and a sore throat.
This morning, after about 10 hours of sleep, I awoke with post-nasal drip and an extremely sore throat. It hurt to swallow. Now that I'm awake and have gargled some hot shower water, I'm feeling slightly more human. I'm not talking, though I'm pretty sure I could if I had to. I haven't decided which combination of drugs I should take to get me through the day, since calling in would cause me to lose my holiday pay.
So that's how I ushered in the new year - 1 1/2 DVDs of West Wing season 1, a parade, some football, and some feeling sorry for myself. Anyone else have a better story?