i have amazing powers
Apr. 29th, 2006 11:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideEvery time I plan a bbq, the heavens split their seams and water hurls down at the earth. Clearly the powers that be are afraid I'm going to set the world on fire, and prepare a contingency plan.
I was so tired earlier. We finished shopping for bedding, went shopping for groceries, and I just wanted to kill everybody on the road between Queen Anne Trader Joe's and my house. It didn't help that the back route to Aurora was unexpectedly closed. HISS. I managed to keep my temper in check and not explode all over my nice, clean mother. But I just wanted to come home, crawl into bed, and never come out. But, guests were coming soon. So potato salad was assembled, and things were tidied up.
By the time OB and Em arrived, I was in a much better mood. We grilled burgers and dogs and even though I'd forgotten the damn celery, the potato salad came out pretty good. I'm going to make that again for dinner with Jeff and Chris on Monday.
Speaking of--I am inexpressibly delighted that they're coming over. It's going to be very simple fare, since it's a work night for all of us, but I haven't had Chris over ever, and Jeff hasn't seen the place since the big Movie Night That Wasn't. I want to go all out and make 50 things, but Jeff would brain me. So, another bbq --burgers and tofurkey sausage (for Jeff). Potato salad. And some sort of exciting dessert. Maybe cobbler. Or ice cream pie. Hrm.
After OB and Em left, I hauled myself over to Fred Meyer and bought some 440-thread-count white sheets on sale, 40% off, for $50. In my excitement, I came home, stripped my bed, but forgot I needed to wash the new sheets first. So, d'oh! They're in the wash now. I have no idea if they're going to be done before I need to pass out dead asleep. I can't wait to make the damn bed.
It's going to be a busy week. Monday night dinner with cute boys. Then Thursday I drop my car off again. The fifth-gear issue hasn't come up again, and I just don't know what to do about it. It's making me crazy with worry, because intermittent problems are the devil. Friday night I have a catch up dinner with Judy, and I'm going to make the carrot cake cheesecake that was such a hit for Jeanne's party on Saturday. Saturday is Jeanne's infamous Day of Seattle bash, and I'm going to head out after the harbor cruise (while everyone else goes to the Space Needle) and make the Alton Brown BLT salad and gougeres, because Judy is endearingly obsessed. I wonder how resilient pate a choux (since I know the fancy word for it now) is. I mean, can I make it at home, and refrigerate it and then take it to Jen and KC's house to cook, so they'll be fresh and toasty?
I think on Sunday a group is going to Mission Impossible, but I think I will stay at home and try to gather things together for Paris, because um--next weekend is my last weekend before going. Which, I can't believe at all. I need to make a list of things I need. Things like batteries and a copy of my passport and what book I'm going to read on the plane. Etc.
I can't believe I'm going. Wow.
Okay, can't think about that. Makes my head all spinny.
Tomorrow, in addition to getting posters framed, I need to organize my bills. And since my mom's flight is relatively early, I should come home and clean the guest closet out some.
If I had any energy, any energy at all--I would hook up the SNES in my bedroom and play Zelda for the rest of the night. Mowr.
I was so tired earlier. We finished shopping for bedding, went shopping for groceries, and I just wanted to kill everybody on the road between Queen Anne Trader Joe's and my house. It didn't help that the back route to Aurora was unexpectedly closed. HISS. I managed to keep my temper in check and not explode all over my nice, clean mother. But I just wanted to come home, crawl into bed, and never come out. But, guests were coming soon. So potato salad was assembled, and things were tidied up.
By the time OB and Em arrived, I was in a much better mood. We grilled burgers and dogs and even though I'd forgotten the damn celery, the potato salad came out pretty good. I'm going to make that again for dinner with Jeff and Chris on Monday.
Speaking of--I am inexpressibly delighted that they're coming over. It's going to be very simple fare, since it's a work night for all of us, but I haven't had Chris over ever, and Jeff hasn't seen the place since the big Movie Night That Wasn't. I want to go all out and make 50 things, but Jeff would brain me. So, another bbq --burgers and tofurkey sausage (for Jeff). Potato salad. And some sort of exciting dessert. Maybe cobbler. Or ice cream pie. Hrm.
After OB and Em left, I hauled myself over to Fred Meyer and bought some 440-thread-count white sheets on sale, 40% off, for $50. In my excitement, I came home, stripped my bed, but forgot I needed to wash the new sheets first. So, d'oh! They're in the wash now. I have no idea if they're going to be done before I need to pass out dead asleep. I can't wait to make the damn bed.
It's going to be a busy week. Monday night dinner with cute boys. Then Thursday I drop my car off again. The fifth-gear issue hasn't come up again, and I just don't know what to do about it. It's making me crazy with worry, because intermittent problems are the devil. Friday night I have a catch up dinner with Judy, and I'm going to make the carrot cake cheesecake that was such a hit for Jeanne's party on Saturday. Saturday is Jeanne's infamous Day of Seattle bash, and I'm going to head out after the harbor cruise (while everyone else goes to the Space Needle) and make the Alton Brown BLT salad and gougeres, because Judy is endearingly obsessed. I wonder how resilient pate a choux (since I know the fancy word for it now) is. I mean, can I make it at home, and refrigerate it and then take it to Jen and KC's house to cook, so they'll be fresh and toasty?
I think on Sunday a group is going to Mission Impossible, but I think I will stay at home and try to gather things together for Paris, because um--next weekend is my last weekend before going. Which, I can't believe at all. I need to make a list of things I need. Things like batteries and a copy of my passport and what book I'm going to read on the plane. Etc.
I can't believe I'm going. Wow.
Okay, can't think about that. Makes my head all spinny.
Tomorrow, in addition to getting posters framed, I need to organize my bills. And since my mom's flight is relatively early, I should come home and clean the guest closet out some.
If I had any energy, any energy at all--I would hook up the SNES in my bedroom and play Zelda for the rest of the night. Mowr.
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