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Barefoot in the kitchen
May. 22nd, 2009 10:05 amNo shoes because I left them in the car the night before. New combination of necklaces. Reluctant siamese cat.
( Day 141 )
( Day 141 )
My weekend with the animals
May. 15th, 2006 08:16 pm |
| A horse, a sunset |
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| Tessie |
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| Cleo, who never stands still |
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| a wee mousie |
I am, in fact. Will wonders never cease.
I'm spending the weekend housesitting and dog/cat/cattle/horsesitting. After I close up the library at noon, I am going to do two million errands and then go 'home' and bake banana rum cookies and baked rum bananas. (Guess which two ingredients I have a lot of right now?) And a pork chop, which I need to find a recipe for, because, Behold, Mari has never made a pork chop. (Any advice on panfrying?)
I usually take right around an hour and 45 minutes to get ready to go to work in the morning. Apparently it's faster if I'm staying at somebody else's house (less distractions?). I was out the door this morning in record time, so I thought I'd do a few of those errands.
And Behold, Mari is NOT, in fact, the center of the universe. Just because I'm awake, I guess, doesn't mean anybody else is. I just can't understand why the stores I wanted to go to don't open at 7:00 on a Saturday morning.
So instead I got a mocha cappuccino and stopped at all the garage sales I could find. I netted a beautiful cake platter, a crystal vase, several picture frames which I intend to paint black, and a cunning little pan that will bake eight mini loaves of banana bread at one time. (squee!) All for the grand total of $5.
Life is grand.
I'm spending the weekend housesitting and dog/cat/cattle/horsesitting. After I close up the library at noon, I am going to do two million errands and then go 'home' and bake banana rum cookies and baked rum bananas. (Guess which two ingredients I have a lot of right now?) And a pork chop, which I need to find a recipe for, because, Behold, Mari has never made a pork chop. (Any advice on panfrying?)
I usually take right around an hour and 45 minutes to get ready to go to work in the morning. Apparently it's faster if I'm staying at somebody else's house (less distractions?). I was out the door this morning in record time, so I thought I'd do a few of those errands.
And Behold, Mari is NOT, in fact, the center of the universe. Just because I'm awake, I guess, doesn't mean anybody else is. I just can't understand why the stores I wanted to go to don't open at 7:00 on a Saturday morning.
So instead I got a mocha cappuccino and stopped at all the garage sales I could find. I netted a beautiful cake platter, a crystal vase, several picture frames which I intend to paint black, and a cunning little pan that will bake eight mini loaves of banana bread at one time. (squee!) All for the grand total of $5.
Life is grand.
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Mar. 19th, 2005 09:30 amFor the first time in my life...I had a breakfast this morning of ice cream and twinkies.
Make that a twinkie. One. Only one. I swear.
I don't think this is exactly an indication of my inability to live alone. Not really. It's just that I was up at 5:45, tramping around in boots feeding five horses and an adorable foal named Valentino, and by the time I got inside and picked all the hay out of my hair and got ready to leave for work, I didn't have time to make eggs or toast or (horrors) oatmeal or any of those nice healthy things. Ice cream and twinkies were available, and therefore that is what I ate.
I don't think this makes me immature. I was putting the animals in my charge first, you see? I wasn't thinking of myself.
Anyway. Lunch will probably be skipped altogether, due to anticipated phone calls happening atinconvienient odd hours (don't feel guilty, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
savetheolives, I'm only joking), but I'll have a mid-afternoon snack of sauted chicken and...um...cheese, probably. Chicken and cheese! What could be better?
And I have a whole jar of chocolate to take home with me today, since I refuse to leave it at work over the weekend. I will not go hungry. It will fortify me as I write my research paper which is due *gackcough* Monday.
I'm so happy about Sunday. My first fellowship dinner at the new church! Fun, fun. I'm taking brownies...delicious fudgy brownies.
Make that a twinkie. One. Only one. I swear.
I don't think this is exactly an indication of my inability to live alone. Not really. It's just that I was up at 5:45, tramping around in boots feeding five horses and an adorable foal named Valentino, and by the time I got inside and picked all the hay out of my hair and got ready to leave for work, I didn't have time to make eggs or toast or (horrors) oatmeal or any of those nice healthy things. Ice cream and twinkies were available, and therefore that is what I ate.
I don't think this makes me immature. I was putting the animals in my charge first, you see? I wasn't thinking of myself.
Anyway. Lunch will probably be skipped altogether, due to anticipated phone calls happening at
savetheolives, I'm only joking), but I'll have a mid-afternoon snack of sauted chicken and...um...cheese, probably. Chicken and cheese! What could be better?And I have a whole jar of chocolate to take home with me today, since I refuse to leave it at work over the weekend. I will not go hungry. It will fortify me as I write my research paper which is due *gackcough* Monday.
I'm so happy about Sunday. My first fellowship dinner at the new church! Fun, fun. I'm taking brownies...delicious fudgy brownies.
The suspense is over
Nov. 5th, 2004 03:32 pmI got my research paper back. 298 points out of 300.
*jaw drops*
And my art review of Donatello's David seems to have been a resounding success. I should post it sometime. We each read our review aloud, and I was the only one that incited laughter--multiple times, I might add! I think it would have been more amusing to the class if they all would have known what the bronze looked like--but my description gave them the general idea.
I'm off to spend the night house-sitting again. I have that bottle of Ariel and a goblet in the car, and I'm going to stop and get a loaf of French bread, some cheese, and--I believe a can of tuna. Thus shall be my supper. I did NOT bring my laptop with me, so I will be forced to spend the entire evening reading the ten books I brought and finishing the letter-that-has-taken-a-month. Forced is certainly not the right word, but I can't think of a better one at the moment.
I wish I could always have the word ready with the exact shade and subtlety and meaning that I wish.
*jaw drops*
And my art review of Donatello's David seems to have been a resounding success. I should post it sometime. We each read our review aloud, and I was the only one that incited laughter--multiple times, I might add! I think it would have been more amusing to the class if they all would have known what the bronze looked like--but my description gave them the general idea.
I'm off to spend the night house-sitting again. I have that bottle of Ariel and a goblet in the car, and I'm going to stop and get a loaf of French bread, some cheese, and--I believe a can of tuna. Thus shall be my supper. I did NOT bring my laptop with me, so I will be forced to spend the entire evening reading the ten books I brought and finishing the letter-that-has-taken-a-month. Forced is certainly not the right word, but I can't think of a better one at the moment.
I wish I could always have the word ready with the exact shade and subtlety and meaning that I wish.
