verbicide: (crazyface)
Don't be careless with your newly sharpened kitchen knives.

From Misc

(But if you do, be sure to have an experienced surgeon around who will keep you calm and take you to the ER because she doesn't have a suture kit on her. Thank you, Jeanne!)
verbicide: (lipstick)
So the pot of lentil sausage soup is simmering away on the stovetop. The pudding's in the fridge for later. I have some lovely crusty bread that I'll heat up. This looks like a great recipe. But I can't remember an Ina recipe that I've made that I didn't absolutely love. She's amazing.

The reviews at suggest adding more tomato paste if you like, which I think I will like. Plus it'll get rid of the rest of the can. And I can't wait to eat it.

I love a freshly made bed, but I'm not so crazy about making it. However --the poll results have persuaded me to flannel-up tonight. Which I admit will be very snuggly and nice.

I'm going to make the bed, put away the last bits of laundry, and sit with my drink* and book** in front of the fire now.

Note to self: Just because it's snowing buckets out there doesn't mean you can stay up late because you're staying home tomorrow. There is no guarantee that you're staying home tomorrow. So go to bed as scheduled, with your bag packed and your clothes laid out because your system is due for a shock at 6:30AM when you need to suddenly be functional and head out the door on the streets where the rain has washed away all of tonight's pretty snow.

* It's Tanielle's variation on the screwdriver. You slosh some vodka in (I did Absolut Citron, since that's what I've got in the house), orange juice, and some Sprite. All estimated to taste. It's delicious.

** The Thirteenth Tale which has me completely ensnared.
verbicide: (bossa nova - by breezybee)
I mean, is this the happiest day or what?

I'm at my desk, computing. Snow is fluffily falling outside onto the gleaming white landscape. Jeff has just settled down for a nap. He's going to make pomegranate jelly later. Brutus is snoozing right behind me. I'm exchanging silly emails with a bevy of cousins--we're all excited to go to Big Bear next week. Which, will probably have less snow than we have here right now.

Love Actually is playing in the living room, to keep me company while I finish making these lemon sandwich cookies from the latest Bon Apetit. It's a recipe from Citizen Cake in San Francisco.

Perhaps later I will finish my Paper Mario game. I also need to ice the applesauce oatmeal cookies and finally bake the chocolate crinkles. And make the chocolate malt sandwich cookies.

I just need to focus long enough to scan some refi documents and the documents for my 401k. Since I am not going back into the office again THIS YEAR MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

If it's safe enough, we're going to go shopping tonight at U Village. And then, except for some homemade things, I'll be done with my Christmas shopping. I wrapped the first present and stuck it under the tree. And I'll write/mail Christmas cards FINALLY tonight! I swear! I will!

It's just such a good day!


Dec. 15th, 2008 08:09 am
verbicide: (eating the canary)
My boss just sent out an email practically inviting us to WFH! EEE!!!

Jeff: Okay, well have a good day today. Whether it's from home or if you go in.
Me: Thanks!
Jeff: Just know that if you DO work from home, I'll be hating you all day.
Me: Whee!!
verbicide: (Default)
It's not quite 8am. I'm a little disgruntled with the overachievers at SDOT who worked tirelessly through the night to clear the icy roads, which has the unpleasant result of my having to go to work today.

I'm consoling myself that the weather may still take a nastier turn later on this week and make it impossible for me to get out there and I can work from home AND bake.

In any case, I finally made that tortilla soup I've been obsessed with and it was fucking fantastic. What a great recipe and it's pretty goddamn easy, too.

I've never made tortilla soup before and I wasn't sure how some of the stuff was going to turn out. (I had no idea that if you cut tortillas into bite sized pieces and cook them in a pot with a lot of awesome things, they disintegrate into this awesome, almost creamy texture.) It had just the right amount of spice. Her recipe doesn't call for salt, and the soup definitely needed that, but once added it was fantastic. (My guess is that her homemade stock was salty enough.) The other note I'll make is that she calls for four boneless, skinless chicken breasts. We must have different chicken breasts out here, because I only needed two. I would gauge it at about a pound of chicken breasts. It's no big deal, because now I have nicely seasoned chicken to use in tacos or salads later on this week.

Anyhow, if you do like to cook--I highly, highly recommend this. You could skip the initial step of making the tortilla chips but it was sorta fun and easy, too.

And now, to go shower begrudgingly and take a more complicated bus route since it's too late to take my express from the Park & Ride. *grumble*
verbicide: (I love my damn cat)
...and all through the house, Brutus was snoring, dreaming of leftover mouse.

ANYHOW. I am working from home today. Because YAY. And also YAY. I know it's only 10, but the day goes by faster when I'm working from home!

Things I MUST do today:

- lift weights at the gym
- visit Henry and Bailey and give them kitty smoochies and food
- buy rolls for Thanksgiving from Ballard Market
- donate some stuff to Goodwill
- do another test run on the dishwasher that Jeff has magically repaired*
- (if/then) cancel the appointment with the dishwasher repair person

These are the Musts. And accomplishing them affords me the privilege of sitting on my butt and reading my Ruth Reichl book. Because that's all I really want to do. Preferably in front of a roaring fire.

* Just want to note that if this tech writer thing doesn't work out, Jeff has a future career as a plumber. This will mark the third misbehaving water situation he's fixed. First there was the Errant Disposal. Followed by the Shower That Won't Drain. And now, Dishwasher: The Undraining Pool of Ick.

bah humbug

Nov. 20th, 2008 09:25 am
verbicide: (Default)
So I totally forgot that it was supposed to start raining today. And of course I didn't bring my raincoat. I have my fleece, and that'll have to make do as I hurtle down 108th to the Transit Center.

This weather and the proximity to holiday fun has apparently made me babblier than even usual.

I brought leftover pizza for lunch today. I want to eat it right now. I went out last night with my good friend Amy T. I love her. I haven't seen her in awhile because her in-laws were visiting for two and a half weeks. So last night we stole away to 3rd Place books in Ravenna (and to NY Pizza in Maple Leaf), where I bought a used copy of Baking at Home with The Culinary Institute of America. It is such a beautiful book, I can't believe someone gave it up!

Blather about cooking and foodstuffs )

That's about it. I am now STARVING and also impatient about being at work, and it's only 10AM. I have a document to plow through, that I hate, which is very sad. Especially when I could be home. COOKING!
verbicide: (jeff love)
So, every once in awhile, the kitchen gets out of hand. And yesterday was one of those nights. Usually I like to clean as I cook, but it doesn't always happen. The dishwasher was full and I should have just unloaded it but I didn't before I started cooking, and then Pete came over, and I also wanted to make apple cake because Jeff's been requesting it. The end of it is that the kitchen was an unholy mess. Sink piled up, counters sticky, pots and pans! Dogs and cats, living together, mass hysteria!

I was trying to clean it up late last night after Pete left, but Jeff ordered me to go to bed. And I was so freaking tired, I did.

But this morning? I mean, I can't even put it in words. He... he got up at like 6AM and CLEANED IT FROM TOP TO BOTTOM! It's like sparkling in there! I wandered in, still half asleep, and he was there, drying the last bowl. I gasped and he turned around beaming and said, "TA DAH!!!" And he gave me a big hug. He said, "I had some energy this morning." Um. Um. I couldn't stop petting the clean countertops and staring at it. (I am still not over it.)

It was like a Christmas miracle or something!!!

Anyhow, this has been a great start to the day. I totally slept in and decided to drive in. It's a pretty rare thing for me, so I don't mind. I have a lot of work ahead today, but I'm either going to work late at the office or bring work home. So it's all good.

And it's already Wednesday! *beam*

Last night was fun. Because the dvd player is still on the fritz, Pete and I played Sonic the Hedgehog with shrieking delight. The apple cake turned out well. Jeff's verdict is that you can taste the difference between the brown sugar and the maple sugar, but it's not disappointingly different. Pete's avowed to find me a cheaper maple sugar supplier, which is hilarious.

Okay, now I must shower and actually go to work!
verbicide: (I love my damn cat)
Dear Self,

Just because it was not raining at the precise moment you left your house this morning, does not mean that it wasn't going to be raining on the East side or later in the day. Just pack the freakin' raincoat already.



Dear Self,

The insane deadline is at hand. Batten down the hatches and prepare to work nights this week. You love this sort of adrenaline mad thing, so roll up your sleeves and get to it.

This means less time on LJ, right?



Dear Self,

Despite your apparent hopes, the fridge/freezer are not going to clean themselves out by themselves. You're running out of room. Please remove all the dead things tonight so you can actually find the food that is still edible!



Well, at least my Sunday was superfantastic.

Zee Details )


Oct. 15th, 2008 02:43 pm
verbicide: (peevish)
Man, I don't get it. Is this day encased in molasses or something?

I shouldn't get any sympathy because I had Monday off, but this week is just moving SO SLOWLY.

I'm going to take the early bus home. I worked from home last night to finish this project. I just need to steel myself for an hour of editing (my own work, which suuuuucks) and then I'll be home free. Then one more day until I get to the work-at-home-day-of-joy.

I slept horribly last night. Tossed and turned. Kept waking up. Woke up with my hand all squished and throbbing from sleeping on it funny. Blah.

But I did get to have lunch with this cool woman from work (she's not an employee, but is providing training services for us from another company, and we have lunch once a week). She's very cool and we had sushi, which I bizarrely have gone from mildly disliking to totally loving. So that was exciting.

Okay. Really MUST edit, so can leave early. Blah.

mini update

Oct. 7th, 2008 11:38 am
verbicide: (jeff love)
You know what's nice?

When you wake up, feeling not so good, with a weird headache, and you walk into your kitchen to find an adorable Jeff who has cleaned your messy kitchen and upon hearing that you're not feeling well, gives you a big warm bear hug. That's really, really nice.

Makes it much easier to face the day, that's for sure.

I think I'm coming down with a little something. Ache-y. Headaches. Sneezes and coughs. Nothing extreme, happily. But it's enough to keep me feeling a little rundown. I went to bed super early last night, which felt glorious. Of course, I was feeling well enough to go out and buy some Frangelico to make a brioche bread pudding. (I'm going to try to snap a photo tonight; Pete's coming over for dinner.) I need to calm down on the cooking. Our fridge is about to explode, and neither one of us eats (or should be eating) enough to keep up. I have to dole things out more. Portions of the bread pudding have been promised to a number of friends, at least.

For dinner tonight, it's going to be simple. I really like the tomato basil pasta sauce from Cook's Illustrated. We have leftover pesto from the weekend, so it'll be pasta two-ways. And Jeff is going to try to make this very cool artichoke dish.

We're going to watch the debates and I'm going to try to not hiss and claw at the screen every time McCain comes on. With the new smear campaign against Obama, I am thoroughly disgusted with McCain and have lost every drop of respect I've ever held for him. He should be deeply, deeply ashamed of himself.

Work is busy, but still good. Fall is officially here, and I need to reorg my wardrobe because it's time to bring out the sweaters and coats. And I totally forgot to buy some firewood last night. I think it's time to have a roaring fire with some hot apple cider.

My bedroom has gotten a little crazy messy, so my goal for Wednesday night is to make some attempt to clean things up. I've promised myself it doesn't have to be perfect, but to just make some tiny start. Here's hoping!

Life, at this moment, is pretty good.


Sep. 8th, 2008 06:04 pm
verbicide: (linda fucking hamilton)
I am so fucking tired and sore right now. Work went by super fast which was nice. Minimal meetings which was even nicer. There's so much to do and I'm just grateful my boss is calm and reasonable with her expectations.

And then I went home. I continue to feel a little carsick on the bus ride home, which is a bummer. It passes soon after I get off, but it's a bummer nonetheless. Despite feeling a little moody and not feeling like exercise, I hauled myself to the gym and did straight weightlifting versus my regular circuit training plan. Normally I do 15-20 sets on each machine in turn, punctuated by treadmilling uphill. I just didn't feel like doing that. So I warmed up on the treadmill and did three sets of 12-15 on each machine in turn. My muscles, they did not like this. Despite taking a stretching break between sets, my muscles were screaming by the third set (which in many machines turned out to be 10-12). I finished with a very inclined treadmill set and limped off to the locker room, sufficiently thrashed.

I'm glad I did it. But I really love those workout days where the endorfin rush kicks in midway through and you feel pumped and energized and strong. Today was not that day. I'm still glad I went because I get very annoyed with myself when I miss a weekday set. I am, however, very glad that these weightlifting days are broken up by swimming.

Now, I must feed Brutus for he is yodeling up and down the halls and periodically coming into the office to rub my shin. Pete's coming over for dinner tonight and I'm making Ina Garten's Mac and Cheese. God bless food processors as cheese graters. I don't have the upper arm strength to make it through a block of Gruyere. I'm going to saute some zucchini (which I've really gotten into this summer) and we'll have leftover strawberry cupcakes for dessert.

Jeff has a meeting with the real estate agent to deal with the latest issue and I hope he's gets some good news. (Or at least not catastrophic news.) On a happier Jeff note, we booked our hotel for Ashland, and I'm doing my best to get us a Prius rental! Man, I just can't wait for this trip! Jeff has the best taste in music, so I'm really looking forward to getting a nice sample of it on our roadtrip.

OMG so tired. So, so tired. But must go grate some cheese now.
verbicide: (Default)
How can it already be almost 2PM? It's my day off--today should go SLOW.

We got back late last night. The trip was mixed--good parts, bad parts, exasperating parts. Nothing too brutal, though. Jeff was as fabulous as expected. He had a great time and I was frankly relieved that I managed to contain my sulk. My family loved him and he fit in pretty perfectly. (Down to joining us for the daily morning dogpile and swinging my nephews around.)

Jeff made the excruciating bearable, but holy crap were we giddy about coming home. The flight back was surreal. )

Also, it turns out that Jeff is a giant baby about having his ass kicked at Scrabble. I think the score when we stopped (because we were landing) was 300 to 100 and boy did he not like that. I took endless shit when the OFFICIAL SCRABBLE DICTIONARY was okay with "quin" and Jeff... was not. OMG there was endless ENDLESS abuse. Apparently Jeff's Scrabble vocabulary is limited to proper nouns and dirty words. It was wildly entertaining. Even if it means he hates me now. Muhahahahaa!!

SeaTac Alaska Baggage Claim is the slowest, lamest service on earth. We waited forever and ever. Then waited for our shuttle. We were so giddy when we finally got into my car. LA had slow roasted us all weekend. It was disgusting. Seattle's cool air was a blessed relief. We got home around 1AM, but neither one of us was tired. We made some scrabbled eggs with red bells, Italian parsley, smoked mozzarella, and green onions and had it with the last of the wheat toast. It was such fucking nirvana sitting on the couches with Brutus (KITTY) who purred and purred with us. We watched The Soup and then an episode of The Daily Show where we seriously nearly threw up laughing at Jon Stewart's riff on James Carvell. Which, holy Christ. We were nearly hysterical. (Jeff: "Two found dead at home with strange abdominal injuries.") We were laughing so hard we heard like half of it. We couldn't stop laughing until the end of the episode when Jeff made me rewind it --which just the act of rewinding it made us cackle. God. We both went to bed and lay there snickering for another half hour.

Sleep was the most exciting thing ever. At home. In a glorious full-sized bed. AND SLEEPING-IN OMG I LOVE YOU UNIVERSE CAN I PLEASE FRENCH KISS YOU?

I hope everyone had a great weekend!
verbicide: (Default)
I now spell 'with' like this: 'witih'

I'm not sure why this has happened. For years and years I've managed to spell that word correctly, but apparently something has crossed over in my brain. It's MADDENING.

It's as maddening as my need to spell 'think' as 'thing'



I am just sitting here twitching and staring at the clock.


I have three more hours to sit here and twitch before FREEDOM BEAUTY TRUTH AND LOOOOVE.


I don't think the extra-caffeinated frozen mocha is helping my mental state any, either.

*boing* *boing* *boing* *boing*
verbicide: (bossa nova - by breezybee)
Do you know what the best thing in the world is?


Especially, getting to sleep in after you've been staying up too late like you were some sort of college kid or something! (Although I have NO REGRETS because Jeff finds The Office as brilliant as I do and we loves it, yes yes we does precious!!)


And then I woke up to some smoochies from Brutus! And then I went to the kitchen and Jeff and I blathered drowsily for a bit! And then Jeff left and I worked from home some, and now I have to go to my stupid doctor's appt (BOO!) which includes a fasting blood test. (DOUBLE BOO!)

Things have been going so well these days, I'm fairly sure she's going to tell me I have three months to live.

But then! I get to have lunch with Jeff! And it'll be awesome! Though we don't even know where we're eating, but it doesn't matter because I'm freaking STARVING and am not allowed to eat food!

And then! I'll pick up my dry cleaning and get my new pants that are being hemmed! And then I'll come home and work until it's time to go to the gym! (Weightlifting day, woo! *grunt*) And then I'll feed the Brute and head to Ototo for sushi with Judy and company! Wheee!!!

All in all, a line-up for a VERY satisfactory Friday!



Jul. 19th, 2008 10:12 am
verbicide: (Default)
Forgot to post this from yesterday!

Somewhat unexpectedly, my boss asked if I could go to the Edward Tufte lecture in Seattle today as she couldn't attend. And it was really pretty good. He's a funny and engaging speaker and while parts of his presentation were very cool, I think if you're doing a lecture on visual presentation, you should have more exciting visuals than telling people to open to page x in your books. I would have liked to have seen more comparative visuals.

"This? This sucks. See, this is why. And now let's look at the same data presented in a good way."

The visuals in his book were cool, but he would go off on these life-sucking tangents sometimes.

What was really nice was that my friend Kirsten was also attending, so we met up beforehand for coffee and basically did the whole thing together, including lunch at Dahlia Lounge. So that part was exceptionally nice as going to these things alone makes me a mite twitchy.

So, good lecture and a nice set of books (that my office undoubtedly owns) and a day away from the daily grind of the office.

Then, I had to tear up to Wallingford because my dad had sent me a package and because the post office lady asked him, he agreed to send it insured. All I knew was that there were lemons from his tree and he was worried about them spoiling. I left the conference at 4:30, figuring the post office closes at 6 and how could that be hard, right? However, Ii got stuck in the most life-sucking traffic of all time. It was fairly dreadful. I was wiped out from a day-long lecture and the fatigue of baking the night before. I seriously thought I was going to have a babyfit right there. But miracles of miracles, I made it. I made it to the post office in the nick of time and lugged the package home.

Inside? Yes, lemons. But also? A new digital camera. Mine was pretty old at this point and my dad got me a shiny new Sony 10.1 megapixel camera with a gig memory card. For no reason other than he wanted to. Isn't that freaking nice? He loves gadgets and I think once he knew my camera was dated, he couldn't take it anymore. I know--could I be more spoiled?? I can't wait to take new food pix with it!


May. 19th, 2008 10:19 am
verbicide: (Default)
I couldn't go to sleep last night!

I'm not sure if it's the lighter, longer evenings, or if that Cherry Coke Zero at 4pm was a mistake, or what. But I tossed and turned half the night and still woke up an hour before the alarm (to pee!).

And that worked out nicely, because my alarm failed. No idea why.

Sarah's back, so Henry will be leaving today*. I'll miss the little fluffball. We had a grand time yesterday pouncing around. But I would recommend that if you have a plate of toast with sticky marmalade, do not attempt to pick up a frisky kitten with an enormous plume of a tail. Because he will beaver-slap that tail right down on your marmalade and then knock it off the plate, upside down on your dining room floor. And you will be so horrified that you'll just freeze with an open mouth in a silent scream.


What else, what else. I am sporting a nice little sunburn on my upper right arm which itches like mad and hurts when I scratch it.

There is a horrible stench in our hallway. It smells like water damage, so that's freaky. It's not coming from my place, but I've written the board because it really should be investigated. But I think no one wants to deal with it, because no one is responding. The only one who bothered to respond is the dude who is working in Sweden for a few weeks and he sent his girlfriend over to make sure his house hadn't exploded in his absence. (It's not his place, either.)

* Oh, oh. Sarah says I can keep Henry another two nights while she works her butt off studying. Sad for her, happy for me. I love Henry. He's so freaking adorable.

Everyone is totally wiped out and sleepy this morning. At least next weekend's a long weekend. Extra long for me because I'm taking Friday off in honor of my cousin K's visit.

I'm going to have a few friends over on Sunday and I'm trying to decide if I have the energy to make Jeff's cake request that weekend. He wants me to do a raspberry curd version of the orange cake. So that's a three day process I would have to start before Kiran gets here on Thursday night. So, we'll see. I know *exactly* how I want to decorate it, which tends to make me a little obsessive. Hee.

Okay. Must attempt work.
verbicide: (Default)
As I flood the LJ with prattle.

Yesterday was CrazyPants busy with a side of Missed Bus. But today, today she is Calm. Even with the foot-itching, spit-aspirating, sneeze-not-desisting spectacle that my life has become. There's a lot to do, and the day is skipping along like a junior high school girl, but without the OhFuckOhFuckOhFuck Deadline-y-ness of yesterday.

The day is greatly enhanced by a weekend purchase. What purchase? Why a Butterfinger Crisp, my preciouseses!


Lurking below is one run-on sentence of spaz )
verbicide: (daydreamy - belle)
So, to continue on from the last song-quoting, teen-girl post. My lunch today consisted of:

- pb&j with the crusts torn off
- small sack of potato chips
- kit-kat twofer

I'm trying to think of ways to coax myself into drinking water, or really any liquids. I'm so averse to it lately. (Jeff's helpful suggestion: "Put it in your mouth and swallow." Insert your own filthy joke here. That's right, I said insert.)

Henry woke me up today by lightly clawing at my d├ęcolletage. Clearly, he likes the little ribbon on my sleepthing. I defy anyone to spend time with his saucer-eyed frisky self and not fall helplessly in love. He is so glorious, it can not be described, it must be experienced. Also, I believe there's no greater validation than earning the love of an animal.

Have plenty of work today. Making steady progress through it. But it needs to be 4PM now.



Mar. 20th, 2008 12:13 pm
verbicide: (mrrrh)
Pearl onions are gross, except as flavoring agents. Do people actually consume them? I mean, don't get me wrong--I love onions. Cooked, thinly sliced or finely diced onions. And I suppose the occasionally thinly sliced red onion in my salad or on a burger is ok. Raw green onions are okay. But that's it.

And, I absolutely need to start coming up with a brought-from-home lunch solution. For years it was just the cafe with Jeff and then Jeff and Pete, and of course we'd also go out to random places. But I'd usually have a car, so we could go Elsewhere. And now there's no Jeff or Pete to lunch with, and I have neither the time nor inclination to keep wandering the soulless streets of Bellevue alone in search of quick variety. I get cranky with leftovers sometimes, and sandwiches bore me after a few days. So I don't know what the solution is going to be. Except perhaps to get over myself and not be so damn picky.

Also, I am really tired. And annoyed to be tired. I'm not sure if this is a caffeine lull, since I uncharacteristically pounded so much yesterday (a latte and two diet pepsis). I've felt a bit off all day. I think I could really use a 14 hour nap. Because, seriously: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.


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