Friday, June 30, 2006
A: A husband who pulls your hair out for you.
Thanks Huz! |
Thursday, June 29, 2006Jen):
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Wednesday, June 28, 2006CSA. Check out the awesome organic veggies we got last weekend (Why so much? Cuz we got our friends' share while they're Down Under.)
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Step One: Take red, white, or apple wine and pour yourself a glass. Enjoy.
Step Two: Take your wine of choice and pour a little into a small dish.
Step Three: Pour yourself another glass of wine. Enjoy.
Step Four: Add 1-2 drops of dish soap to the dish of wine.
Step Five: Place dish on a countertop or refrigerator. The flies are attracted to the fruity smell of the wine and will dive in for a taste. It will be their last taste of anything; may they rest in peace. Amen.
Friday, June 23, 2006Cheryl pointed out how abnormal it was for grumpy ol' Victoria to have an optomistic "I Love" list, here's the opposite.
When websites play music at me without asking my permission.
When people turn around in my driveway. Yes, at least I have a driveway, but still. Can't they see that it's a dead end street? Why must the drive all the way down to the very end and then come into my personal space to turn around? Sheesh.
How my hyperlinks aren't showing up. Can you see that I'm hyperlinking here? Somebody help!
That my friend is in Australia and New Zealand for most of the summer. I miss her!
2:00p.m. Really, I do. It's always at 2:00 when I hit a wall and want to fall asleep at my desk. It's only 12:42p.m. right now, but it feels like the dreaded 2:00. Blech.
Not having any fun, social events planned for the weekend. Ho hum. |
Amaretto Bread Pudding
1 loaf French bread
1 Qt half and half
2 TBS butter
1 ½ cups sugar
2 TBS almond extract
¾ cup golden raisins
¾ cup sliced almonds
Break bread into pieces and cover with half and half; let stand one hour. Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Grease 9x13x2” dish with butter. Beat eggs, sugar, and almond extract in bowl. Stir them into bread and half and half mixture. Fold in the raisins and almonds and spread the mixture evenly into the dish. Place on middle rack and bake for 50 minutes. Cool, cut and serve with glaze.
1 stick butter
1 cup powdered sugar
4 TBS amaretto liquor
Stir butter and sugar over double boiler until melted. Remove from heat, whisk egg in well. Add liquor and stir. |
Thursday, June 22, 2006I love:
Going on a morning run and smelling flowers (do they have honeysuckle down here?).
Driving aggresively to work while listening to Sonic Youth on the radio.
My new $10 sunglasses from Urban Outfitters.
How Tennessee runners say "good morning" when you run past each other.
My new vintage* Chicago poster (I still need to get it framed, but it's this one here.
My intelligent and attractive husband who can state his mind on his blog and then logically (and cool-headedly) defend it when others question (skew) it.
When a peck on the lips turns into a toe-tingling passionate kissing session.
*ha! I just noticed what an oxymoron this is. It's NEW! No, it's OLD! |
Tuesday, June 20, 2006Saturday
This was my girly day. I met a girlfriend at the Water Tower Marshall Field's for a MAC makeover. I came in blah and left BRIGHT and CHEERFUL with GREEN and PURPLE BUTTERFLY EYES!
Then we went all dolled-up and had lunch and conversation at the Grand Luxe Cafe. Surprisingly, I didn't get as many stares as I thought I would (not that I think I was HAWT, but it was awfully bright makeup to me!). Afterwards, I rode the L back up to meet Huz and drove up to the northern suburbs to spend the night with some other friends. We had dinner with them and got to see their son who was only 1-month-old when we left. It was pretty awesome: he took his first steps that night!
We left the northern 'burbs and headed down to do some of the touristy stuff I had always wanted to do, namely, an architectural boat tour. It was awesome. I took 2 rolls of film and hope to develop some more black and white pictures to hang on my walls at home. Here's some from the digital camera, mostly by Huz.
After the tour we went to Millennium Park and I took a few shots of my favorite sculpture which is locally known as "The Bean."
Then I took some of kids playing in the face-water-fountain-sculpture-thingies.
We ended this perfect day by going to the 96th floor of the Hancock building for martinis and a cheese plate. The view from the lounge was great, but it was even better from the women's bathroom. Check it.
(Hope I didn't give you vertigo on that last one!)
We woke up at yet another friend's house and spent the morning with my girlfriend. She was a co-worker when I first moved to Illinois and became my first and closest friend. She just had a second baby, who is 8 weeks old, and he is cute, small and sweet as can be. We chatted over breakfast and had to say goodbye too soon. Then we were off to the airport again (alas, a friend drove us so we had no more Crazy Stripper Lady action).
Goodbye Chicago! I'll miss you.
We got some Crazy Stripper action on the bus from the airport, unloaded our bags and borrowed a car of some friends (thank you SO much for that!). Since we have had some serious ethnic food withdrawals in Nashville, we went to our favorite old Thai place in Evanston for lunch: Siam Pasta. I had my favorite, Spicy Crazy Noodles (LOVE that name!), which has wide noodles, chicken and shrimp stir-fried with a bunch of veggies, limes and jalepenos. YUM. Huz had a lunch special with an entree and appetizer. Our total bill was around $13. How I miss that place.
Next we went to a cool little neighborhood called Lincoln Square and shopped. Purchases included apple wine from a German market, running shoes for Huz and a running bra for me at Fleet Feet, and a couple of CDs at a music store.
Then we went downtown to the restaurant of the best damn Mexican chef there is. Frontera Grill (Rick Bayless' casual restaurant) rocks! We both had a margarita (his with some fancy liquor in it and mine had a bunch of fruit), shared an appetizer of sopes filled with different ingredients (one with chicken and mole sauce, one with chorizo and black beans, and one with plantains and queso anejo), and enjoyed an entree (I had beef tacos al carbon and Huz had pork tenderloin in a mole sauce). Dee-lish!
We went to yet another favorite restaurant for breakfast - just so I could have an apricot flakey that I love so much - with a college friend of mine. She and I went shopping while Huz (ha ha, I just accidentally typed Zuh instead of Huz) visited a former professor. I bought a cute sunshine face made out of black clay from a Mexican shop and an adorable pair of shoes.
Then we went with our car-loaning (and bed-loaning) friends to our first Korean dining experience. Basically, you get some raw marinated meat and you barbecue it in a coal pit right there at your table. Plus, there are a bunch of little bowls of side dishes that literally fill the whole table (Nashville, forget Meat and Three - try Meat and Twenty!). It was pretty tasty, despite the surly waitstaff who basically kicked us out at the end because we were chatting and taking up a table (again, welcome to Chicago!). |
About two stops after boarding, a 40-something woman with blonde hair pulled up in a pony tail got on. She looked totally normal and innocuous, other than the fact that she was wearing a sports bra and running shorts (not what I would wear on public transportation, but whatever) and carrying a gym bag. We had an uneventful ride for about 40 minutes and then the action began. The runner woman turned in her seat to open the gym bag on the seat next to her and pulled something black and stringy out. Curious, I strained my neck to see what she was doing. In shock I realized that she had pulled out a black G-string and was proceeding to pull it on over her gym shorts. I elbowed Huz in the ribs and told him to look. We watched as she pulled the G-string high over her hips and pushed the latex shorts a bit down to show some skin. We waited wondering if she was going to take the shorts off next. Instead, she took off her running shoes and pulled out some tall, black, patent leather boots and put them on. She rolled the top of the boots down and reached into her gym bag to get some hot pink garters which she placed over the rolled-down portion of her boots. Everyone in the bus was whispering and hiding their shocked smiles with their hands as we waited for what would come next. Unfortunately I cannot tell you how far Crazy Stripper Lady was going to go because our stop came at this point. We pulled the stop cord and gathered our bags and as I stepped off the bus to the curb, I looked back in shock at her and saw one of her legs fly straight up into the air while she held onto the pole.
Oh. My. God.
It was 1:00 in the afternoon on a THURSDAY, people! What was that!?!?! There aren't any strip clubs in Evanston...was she making a house call and stretching on the way? What was with the running outfit? She didn't LOOK like a stripper (read: not attractive, not voluptuous, not even curvy). I couldn't stop shaking my head about it all day.
Welcome back to Chicago!! |
Friday, June 16, 2006
Take a guess. I want to see how close you can get.
I never thought I'd see it, that's for sure. |
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
We're going to Chicago for a short vacation to do some shopping, eating, and catching up with friends.
See you when I get back. |
Here, let's try this. Remember my Consumer Corner? Let's do it again, shall we?
Mephistos are awesome shoes. I first found out about them after being diagnosed with plantar fasciitis a few years ago. I was told to do a shit load of stretches and that I could either buy some quality shoes or shell out big bucks for custom orthotics. I decided that any excuse to buy new shoes was good enough for me ("But honey, the Dr. said I had to buy new shoes!"), so off to the shoe store I went. Both Birkenstocks and Mephistos have cork souls which, after time, conform to your foot and give you a custom orthotic that is much more stylish than the insertable kind. These are the Helen sandals and I have one in brown (bought at Zappos) and one in black (bought at a shop while in Ghent, Belgium). My only complaint is that the leather stretches out quickly and they get pretty loose. Maybe a shoe shop could fix it?
Now I know this lovely purple razor looks nice and girly and supposedly has "exclusive microfine safety wires [that] help protect you from nicks and cuts," but I proved them wrong this past weekend. You know how your knees always have hair on them no matter how much you shave them (or is it just me)? Well, I was determined not to have a knee hair exposed (or a hoo-ha hair, but I had no trouble with them) while I lounged at a friend's pool, so I shaved those puppies raw. I bent my knee as far as it would bend and shaved it, thinking the razor would have better contact with the hair that way. Well, the razor had better contact with MY FLESH that way and those damn wires that come down vertically over the razors did nada to protect my stratum corneum.
You want evidence? (Can you believe I'd take a picture of this? After I cut myself I called Huz from the shower to make him come and see the blood that was running down my leg. A few minutes later he heard the camera going off. I think he was mortified that I'd take a picture of my knee carnage and post it. My response? "Hon, do you think I give the people what they want? No. I give them what I want.")
Anyway, here's proof that the Silk Effects razor is really a sausage maker with a purple handle.
You're welcome. |
Monday, June 12, 2006These truly are the best chocolate chip cookies I've ever made.
Try them! | Sylvanus Farms. This week we got carrots, beets, cabbage, lettuce, sugar snap peas, green onions, cauliflower, basil, and parsley. (I have to say that the first beet-eating experience was bad; I couldn't stand them. But this time, Huz decided to use his awesome chef skillz and make homemade ravioli stuffed with beets served with a butter garlic sauce. Can you say A.W.E.S.O.M.E?) Then I headed off for some socializing. I found my way to Shannon's (my dental hygenist friend) new house that she just bought. It's nice and big. We played with her cats and I bought some Arbonne facial products from her so that my skin can chill the heck out (thanks to being off the pill, I've regressed to teenager skin - I can mail you a free sample of this stuff if you're interested). Then I went to another friend's house to have some girl talk and pool time. I was so careful with my sunscreen applications that you can barely tell I was out there. Oh well, better that than burned.
Sunday was tough. I feel like I went to a funeral. My eyes still feel like sandpaper from all the crying. I really don't know why it affected me so, but we attended church yesterday which was our Rector's last Sunday. We've only been going to this church for about 10 months, but it's felt like home: a warm embrace, in stark contrast to the churches we've been to over the last decade. Our church background consists of a painful, manipulative, fundamentalist journey eventually finding a free, welcoming place called St. Anne's. Rev. Lisa Hunt was my first female pastor and she has been wonderul. She's so easy to talk to, so deeply interested in each person that comes across her path, so loving, and so maternal. She taught our catechumin classes over the last few months and was key in our deciding to be confirmed in the Episcopal Church. Huz wrote a beautiful post about our recent confirmation here. She's leaving for another church in Houston where she feels called, even though it clearly isn't an easy thing for her as she cried more than most yesterday. The service was long and emotional. They had tissue packets in the lobby for us to take as we went into the sanctuary and I wisely grabbed one just in case. I went through half of it. I questioned why I was so upset about it, I mean, I haven't been there forming a relationship with her for 17 years like many others there have, but 10 months has apparently been long enough for me to know, trust, and truly like her and to start healing from a past fraught with forced conformity and pain. The church will not be the same without her and I'll truly miss her presence. |
Friday, June 9, 2006
Thursday, June 8, 2006Mimi Smartypants. Really, I do. But reading her delicious writing creates a distinct binary of emotions in me. I get simultaneously amused and jealous. Amused because I laugh my ass off at her witty writing and snarky attitude, jealous because I'll never be able to write as well as she does.
I particularly enjoyed some of her recent conversations, especially the one with her daughter.
Yeshiva Boy In My Neighborhood #1: Is that a new suit?
YBIMN #2: Yeah. Hand-me-down from my cousin.
YBIMN #1: It is remarkably ill-fitting!
YBIMN #2: Yo, check it: I'm wearing it with white socks, bro.
YBIMN #2: Damn. ALL the Rachels be wanting your fine ass.
YBIMN #1: You know it. Somebody get Potok on the line! New title: The Chosen...For The Best-Dressed List!
YBIMN #2: He died in 2002 but in a non-literal way I totally understand what you mean!
Empty Cheeto Bag: I am but a husk, friendless in an uncaring world. Emptied of my cheesy snack goodness, I was cast aside without a care. I drift hither and yon, the lowliest of the low, buffeted by the wind and by the unseeing feet of vast multitudes. My future is dark indeed, and I long for merciful unconsciousness.
Me [walking past]: Christ, that's enough. Get over yourself.
Empty Cheeto Bag: Shut up, bitch! I wasn't even talking to you!
Me [turning around to flash the "L For Loser" signal on my forehead]
Empty Cheeto Bag [calling after me as I walk away]: Fuck you!
REAL ONE THAT WAS EVEN STRANGER
Nora has this huge playground ball, really more the size of a stability/exercise ball. The other day she put it on the toilet, where it was quite a sight for me when I walked into the bathroom and found this multicolored 20-inch orb rising out of the bowl.
Me: Wow, what's this?
Nora: I'm pretending that's poop.
Me: It's huge!
Nora: A huge piece of poop. A gargantuan piece of poop. I'm sorry, but it will not go down with the flusher.
Me: Who pooped this huge poop? Was it you?
Nora: No. I don't know who did it, because I wasn't there.
Me: I guess it will just be a mystery then.
Nora: Maybe it was a wild boar.
This child is so weird sometimes. A wild boar? You are pretending that a wild boar broke into the house and took a beach-ball-sized dump in our toilet? Okay. |
Wednesday, June 7, 2006
Oh, I get it. It's because I told her what I'm reading and that I planted a garden on Sunday.
See? It's got tomato, basil, mint, parsley and cilantro in it. Isn't it pretty?
It's my very first garden and I'm excited for it to take off. It was a lot of freakin' work to dig, though. I went out there Sunday afternoon to break ground and quickly realized that though they look shapely, if I do say so myself, my arms are comprised of the most miniscule muscle fibers in the world. I was mostly using my back and shoulder muscles (ask me how I know) and I kept running the shovel into some big ass roots and even a brick. After about 40 minutes, into the house I went seeking a much needed drink of water while breathing heavy and beet-faced. Huz was doing housework inside and I got kind of pissy with him asking him if he realized that men have more muscle mass than women; he got the hint and finished the digging job for me while I ran back out to Home Depot for some soil (ours was very thick and clay-like) to mix in. So, grow little garden, grow! I will be oh so excited if and when some tomatoes bloom.
I also told my friend what book I'm currently reading (Taking Charge of Your Fertility).
So, yes, I guess she's got a point. I'm thinking all things fertility lately.
In other news, my fur child Cambridge has an eye ulcer. What next, little one? Always something wrong with you! :( We're giving her antibiotic drops for 2 weeks and hoping it goes away or off to a freakin' eye specialist we go (I can hear the cash registers now...cha ching, cha ching... - right after we laid down $560 for car brakes. Yeesh.). |
Friday, June 2, 2006
She's only 7, but was quite the exhibitionist, let me tell you! She was striking a pose left and right without any prompting from me or her mother. I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes.
Here are some of the photos of her - a still "new" girl. Pure and innocent.