Great hubby: got him
Safe house: check
A fur-kid family: checkeroo
Amazing friends: too many to count. I'd be out of fingers and toes.
The job I've paid my dues waiting for: Woot!
Co-workers who'll back me up and call me Babe-Ah: Got those too!
Life is Schweeeet.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Inventory.
I just got home. I tried to write a Happy Friday note to Roo cause I will not see him between now and when he'll leave for work at 7:15. I misspelled more words than I spelled correctly. My back is in knots and my brain is still wide awake. There are a few lights and stops signs on my way home from work, and I tried to pull away from a red light in 4th gear. Niiiiiiice. The poor car was chugging and moaning. It was sad until I realized I was the problem.
Such is life.
I hate inventory.
Time to putz around till my brain gets tired.
Such is life.
I hate inventory.
Time to putz around till my brain gets tired.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Food, Glorious food!
Today I cooked.
I made tuna mac -better than it sounds!
I made chocolate mousse- as good as it sounds!
And I made salmon. I started with a recipe, but halfway through, I got bored.* So I started doing my own thing.
Here's whatcha do:
2 salmon fillets
Some olive oil
Some minced garlic
Some salt
Some pepper
Some creativity
Some courage (that you won't screw up the $12 fish.)
Put the salmon in a glass baking dish.
Throw everything else on top of the salmon.
Bake for 35-45 minutes at 375.
And Voila.
Amanda's Random Salmon.
Magnifique. So magnifique that Andrew, an anti-salmon man, ate the WHOLE thing. Musta been pretty darn yummy. He even ate the veg too!
* In second grade, I often got in trouble for not reading directions and making up my own rules on my assignments. My teacher started calling me Shortcut Mandy. Who knew it would play out 20 years later in my kitchen?
I made tuna mac -better than it sounds!
I made chocolate mousse- as good as it sounds!
And I made salmon. I started with a recipe, but halfway through, I got bored.* So I started doing my own thing.
Here's whatcha do:
2 salmon fillets
Some olive oil
Some minced garlic
Some salt
Some pepper
Some creativity
Some courage (that you won't screw up the $12 fish.)
Put the salmon in a glass baking dish.
Throw everything else on top of the salmon.
Bake for 35-45 minutes at 375.
And Voila.
Amanda's Random Salmon.
Magnifique. So magnifique that Andrew, an anti-salmon man, ate the WHOLE thing. Musta been pretty darn yummy. He even ate the veg too!
* In second grade, I often got in trouble for not reading directions and making up my own rules on my assignments. My teacher started calling me Shortcut Mandy. Who knew it would play out 20 years later in my kitchen?
Friday, August 15, 2008
You've got to be kidding
First, my sincere apologies to anyone still starving for Zoo pics. I will post them. Someday.
I saw two things in the past 24 hours that have made me question the logic of men. Yes, men.
1. I witnessed a young 20 something brushing his teeth while driving. Driving. Not stopped at a red light (as if that would be better!). If he has an accident, at least his breath will be minty fresh for the EMT who gives him mouth-to-mouth.
2. About an hour ago, I passed a 60 something man riding his bike, with a weed whacker on his lap. He gets a round of applause for balance and coordination, but he gets kicked of the stage for stupidity. Seriously. I have trouble moving the weed whacker in the garage without feeling like I'm going to lose a finger, this guy had the blades zig-zagging all over the sidewalk, ready to dis-member the next unlucky fellow to walk by.
And they say men are better drivers? I have my doubts.
I saw two things in the past 24 hours that have made me question the logic of men. Yes, men.
1. I witnessed a young 20 something brushing his teeth while driving. Driving. Not stopped at a red light (as if that would be better!). If he has an accident, at least his breath will be minty fresh for the EMT who gives him mouth-to-mouth.
2. About an hour ago, I passed a 60 something man riding his bike, with a weed whacker on his lap. He gets a round of applause for balance and coordination, but he gets kicked of the stage for stupidity. Seriously. I have trouble moving the weed whacker in the garage without feeling like I'm going to lose a finger, this guy had the blades zig-zagging all over the sidewalk, ready to dis-member the next unlucky fellow to walk by.
And they say men are better drivers? I have my doubts.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
Family reunion and dog park weekend
Three of the cutest sights in Beverly, Ohio on Sunday:
Grandpa's sister, my Aunt Lena (cute for wearing a sweater on an 85 degree day)
My cousin's 6 week old baby girl, Calla (cute for hardly wearing anything)
And another cousin's miniture schnauzer. The opposite of Miester. (cute for having pony-tail ears)
New hairdo preview. It's shoooooort. But you can't tell here. You'll have to wait and see it in real life.
One of the best days with Raven...ever. She swam farther than she ever has before, and she was swimming more, and ignoring the boy dogs. Good Raven.
Before the dog park:
Running into the water:
Running back to Andrew:
Dog wash at the park:
After the dog park:
Whew. I'm tired just looking at all the stuff that happened this weekend, and I bet you are too.
Grandpa's sister, my Aunt Lena (cute for wearing a sweater on an 85 degree day)
My cousin's 6 week old baby girl, Calla (cute for hardly wearing anything)
And another cousin's miniture schnauzer. The opposite of Miester. (cute for having pony-tail ears)
New hairdo preview. It's shoooooort. But you can't tell here. You'll have to wait and see it in real life.
One of the best days with Raven...ever. She swam farther than she ever has before, and she was swimming more, and ignoring the boy dogs. Good Raven.
Before the dog park:
Running into the water:
Running back to Andrew:
Dog wash at the park:
After the dog park:
Whew. I'm tired just looking at all the stuff that happened this weekend, and I bet you are too.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
We made it to the dog park
Pictures will be up Monday along with video. (yes, I love my dog, and this is my blog so I can post what I want.) It's after midnight here and tomorrow is a long day full of a family reunion and a floorset at work that might keep me there till sunrise. Our little red car is still in the shop, so I'll be home Monday, recovering from tomorrow night. So that is why I'm saving pictures for Monday.
¿comprende?
Peace out.
And love. Lots of love.
¿comprende?
Peace out.
And love. Lots of love.
Friday, August 1, 2008
The Flower Fairy. Like the Tooth Fairy, only better.
A few weeks ago, Roo, Raven and I walked to a street in the neighborhood that we rarely make it to on our walks. We saw an amazing purple garden in someone's front yard. The owner was out pulling weeds, so we chatted for a while about how long we've lived here, where we moved from, etc. Then we said goodbye. But I stopped in my tracks because the purple garden around their mailbox put our entire yard to shame. I wanted to learn the name of a certain purple plant so I could add it to our collection. The owner found his wife and she was so tickled that someone liked her purple garden, she invited us to tour their whole yard! We got to the back yard and she said "This Siberian Iris is just too big and we were about to divide it. How about you take a clump?" Sure! So we dug it up and brought it home, Roo planted it a couple nights later. It will have purple blooms next year.
Fast forward about a month.
Yesterday morning, I was taking the last sips of my Caramel Cafe flavored coffee drink...and I sneezed. Since I was on the front porch, I had a witness. The woman walking across the street was Susie, The Great Gardener from a few weeks ago. She blessed my sneeze and then realized who I was...
So she came closer to the house and I walked her through our yard so she could see that her contribution to our garden had a good home. We chatted some more about yard work and plants, then we went our separate ways.
This morning, not even an hour ago, I had my usual cup of coffee on the porch again. I ate my bagel and washed it down with the last sips of caramel yumminess. I got up, turned around to go back inside, and there it was next to the door... A grocery bag filled with Russian Sage (I think I have the name right). I am sure it has to be from Susie. We have another gardener across the street, but I don't think she has this plant in her yard. Since it is purple, it must be from Susie. But there is no note, and I want to know who to thank for it!
Fast forward about a month.
Yesterday morning, I was taking the last sips of my Caramel Cafe flavored coffee drink...and I sneezed. Since I was on the front porch, I had a witness. The woman walking across the street was Susie, The Great Gardener from a few weeks ago. She blessed my sneeze and then realized who I was...
So she came closer to the house and I walked her through our yard so she could see that her contribution to our garden had a good home. We chatted some more about yard work and plants, then we went our separate ways.
This morning, not even an hour ago, I had my usual cup of coffee on the porch again. I ate my bagel and washed it down with the last sips of caramel yumminess. I got up, turned around to go back inside, and there it was next to the door... A grocery bag filled with Russian Sage (I think I have the name right). I am sure it has to be from Susie. We have another gardener across the street, but I don't think she has this plant in her yard. Since it is purple, it must be from Susie. But there is no note, and I want to know who to thank for it!
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