March, 2010

daydreaming

One of these days when I’m rolling in money I’m going to have one of these gorgeous leaf blankets made. So lovely! Major props to the designer. I can already see all the pictures I would take with it. And snuggling wrapped in it on the couch.

Right now I’m counting my pennies so I can get a new lawnmower. The one we have works just fine, but the ignition pully thing you have to heave to get started, well, I’m not strong enough to do it. Many times it takes Andy a while to get it going and if he can’t do it easily, there is really no chance for me.

One of my friends has a manual lawnmower and has used it for some time without many problems, so I’m going to get one of those. Besides, it’ll help me build up my wimpy arm muscles and my yard isn’t very large anyway.

I also need to hook up my rain barrel some time next week because I’m pretty sure we’re all finished with snow for this season. Spring is on the way!

Edited to add: funniest image ever: Darth Vader attacking with a cat. I think that tops the Ceiling Cat image as to what I’d put on a customizable credit card if I ever decided to get one.



a decidedly undescriptive title

In some really exciting news, Andy got the new job he was trying for and is no longer dieting! And the heavens rejoiced! To celebrate, I ordered a large pepperoni pizza and a bunch of wings. Jas and I gorged ourselves and watched Veggie Tales.

I’d never sat through an episode of Veggie Tales before and you know what, that show is hilarious. We watched the one about the grapes of wrath. =D Seriously, it’s worth watching. Like an intellectual Spongebob Squarepants.

Unfortunately, we have a large cache of alcoholicy beverages left over from a party Andy threw (through? is there another thru that’d work?) on Saturday and I’ve no idea what to do with them. We’ve got enough wine coolers to last me until 2014. Of course, that’s taking into consideration that it takes me two weeks to drink a wine cooler. I’m a sipper.

I’m tempted to stick all the beer in my trunk and leave them in the breakroom at work with a sign that says TAKE ME HOME on top. Because I’m not making room in my frig for booze and it’ll go bad if you don’t keep it cold.

I might keep one or two and use them to make sauerkrat and kielbasa.

I’ve also read about a beer can chicken recipe but I don’t think I’ll try it since it involves shoving a beer can up a chicken’s nethers. And while I am a meat eater, I’m not about defiling the corpses. I just season them. If our situations were reversed, I’d just want the chicken to do the same. Although based on what I’ve learned in movies, the chicken would probably be happy just pecking at my eye balls.

Anyway, time for me to frolic around at work until it’s time to go to school. On with the rat race!



steakman, ba na naaah. fighter of the steak sauce!

Last week I brought home some steaks for Andy to cook for us in the hopes that they’d pump up my iron levels above raccoon status. No such luck, but the meal that night was decidedly memorable.

Andy was all hyped up about his prep and barred me from the kitchen while he was working, which is always just fine with me because there is no couch in our kitchen and in my life, men belong in the kitchen anyway. That’s just how things go. But here is why…

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I don’t know if you all remember when I used cookie cutters to make cupcakes. It’s not a revolutionary idea and 094we’ve made star shaped pancakes before by applying the same principle. But never have I ever considered using cookie cutters for meat. Especially not steaks.

But Andy is a creative soul and this is what he came up with.

The steaks were great although it makes you feel a little weird cutting the leg off a steakman. A little cannibalistic. Especially when you dunk the head in sauce.

Jas demolished the angel.

It was disturbing on many different levels.