can i just say how much i LOVE this girl?
(happy late-birthday pookie)
6/29/09
6/23/09
the everlasting kiwi....
all my life- i have witnessed the amazing phenomenon of ripening fruit.
(because that's what fruit does: it gets ripe...until it hits a certain point...and then it just gets rotten.)
well, please let me introduce you to
THE EVERLASTING KIWI:
i have been letting this poor little kiwi ripen for FOUR WEEKS...!
(and by now it should be soft/squishy/and pretty much inedible.)
well....
it was almost inedible.
(but only because it was still crunchy and green!!!)
and yes, i realize that there are probably much more interesting things that i could be talking about (besides crunchy-green-unripened-kiwis.)
*but, this thing was a freak of nature. and i just had to share...
in other news:
i am suffering from "working-woman's-tan."
(definition: "a tan that does not exist, due to the working-woman's indoor habitat during all the hours of the day that the sun actually makes you non-ghostly-white)
I knew i wasn't a beach-babe or anything, but i think i had been denying the fact that i GLOW(with whiteness)....
unless i went running last night...
(and a lovely little group of teenage boys decided to participate in some lovely little catcalls...)
and their phrase of choice...?
"Hey white-girl!"
(*which i wouldn't really think anything of....except for the fact that they were VERY VERY VERY caucasian.)
oh.
blasted working-woman's tan.
(because that's what fruit does: it gets ripe...until it hits a certain point...and then it just gets rotten.)
well, please let me introduce you to
THE EVERLASTING KIWI:
i have been letting this poor little kiwi ripen for FOUR WEEKS...!
(and by now it should be soft/squishy/and pretty much inedible.)
well....
it was almost inedible.
(but only because it was still crunchy and green!!!)
and yes, i realize that there are probably much more interesting things that i could be talking about (besides crunchy-green-unripened-kiwis.)
*but, this thing was a freak of nature. and i just had to share...
in other news:
i am suffering from "working-woman's-tan."
(definition: "a tan that does not exist, due to the working-woman's indoor habitat during all the hours of the day that the sun actually makes you non-ghostly-white)
I knew i wasn't a beach-babe or anything, but i think i had been denying the fact that i GLOW(with whiteness)....
unless i went running last night...
(and a lovely little group of teenage boys decided to participate in some lovely little catcalls...)
and their phrase of choice...?
"Hey white-girl!"
(*which i wouldn't really think anything of....except for the fact that they were VERY VERY VERY caucasian.)
oh.
blasted working-woman's tan.
6/15/09
stanleycup & beans...
so....before moving to pittsburgh, i didn't really know much about hockey. (actually- i don't even know if i ever realized that it was a professional sport?...well, except maybe every 4 years, when the olympics would roll around)
but, thankyou pittsburgh.
(*and your overly-enthused-sports-fans)
because now: i am a lover...of hockey.
(*who would have guessed?)
aaaand, for those of you who have yet to cross over to the hockey-enlightened side of life, this is what happened in pittsburgh this weekend:
but, thankyou pittsburgh.
(*and your overly-enthused-sports-fans)
because now: i am a lover...of hockey.
(*who would have guessed?)
aaaand, for those of you who have yet to cross over to the hockey-enlightened side of life, this is what happened in pittsburgh this weekend:
{the stanley-cup}
Aaaaand, happiness is abounding in the steel city.
how much happiness?
(well, let me give you an example)....
on sunday -(keep in mind...almost 48 hours after the triumphal-victory)- i'm at the grocery store. on the canned-goods aisle...in the bean section (*and really...does it get any lamer than the bean section?) and while trying to simultaneous juggle about 6 cans of assorted bean varieties and scope out the sale-beans-- random man approaches...aaaand, ...well- i'm going to do my best to re-create our dialogue:
Random Man: "AWSOME!"
Me: (thinking) ...he is also a fan of beans?
R.M: "Just, INCREDIBLE! INCREDIBLE! I LOVE IT!"
Me: (thinking) ...can't be beans....
R.M: "I mean- did you see it!? FLEURY!? (at this point begins impersonating hockey-moves? i am assuming?) He was all over the place!...and CROSBY! WE JUST WENT ON FIRE WHEN HE LEFT!!!
Me: (holding extravagant quantity of beans) "yep. pretty amazing...." (feeling (comparatively) extraordinarily-unenthusiastic at this point. and very laden-down with beans)
R.M: (shaking head, VEHEMENTLY) "WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS! PITTSBURGH IS UNSTOPPABLE!"
Me: (still bean-laden) "yep."
R.M: (although unaffected by my comparative lack of enthusiasm, decides he will find a more energetic fan to reminisce with.)
---2 minutes later--- (in the cereal-aisle)
R.M: (shaking head) "STILL AMAZING!!"
Me: (this time sans-beans) "yep"
R.M: "I JUST CAN'T GET OVER IT!!!"
Me: (schlinking-away....silently making mental notes to work on my sports-fan-enthusiasm.....)
how much happiness?
(well, let me give you an example)....
on sunday -(keep in mind...almost 48 hours after the triumphal-victory)- i'm at the grocery store. on the canned-goods aisle...in the bean section (*and really...does it get any lamer than the bean section?) and while trying to simultaneous juggle about 6 cans of assorted bean varieties and scope out the sale-beans-- random man approaches...aaaand, ...well- i'm going to do my best to re-create our dialogue:
Random Man: "AWSOME!"
Me: (thinking) ...he is also a fan of beans?
R.M: "Just, INCREDIBLE! INCREDIBLE! I LOVE IT!"
Me: (thinking) ...can't be beans....
R.M: "I mean- did you see it!? FLEURY!? (at this point begins impersonating hockey-moves? i am assuming?) He was all over the place!...and CROSBY! WE JUST WENT ON FIRE WHEN HE LEFT!!!
Me: (holding extravagant quantity of beans) "yep. pretty amazing...." (feeling (comparatively) extraordinarily-unenthusiastic at this point. and very laden-down with beans)
R.M: (shaking head, VEHEMENTLY) "WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS! PITTSBURGH IS UNSTOPPABLE!"
Me: (still bean-laden) "yep."
R.M: (although unaffected by my comparative lack of enthusiasm, decides he will find a more energetic fan to reminisce with.)
---2 minutes later--- (in the cereal-aisle)
R.M: (shaking head) "STILL AMAZING!!"
Me: (this time sans-beans) "yep"
R.M: "I JUST CAN'T GET OVER IT!!!"
Me: (schlinking-away....silently making mental notes to work on my sports-fan-enthusiasm.....)
6/12/09
my little corner of love.
6/7/09
miss american...pie?
so...i was cleaning out my fridge a little while ago. (which -(i know, i know!)- is a fairly lame sunday-evening activity.) but, you have to do it at some point...you know: inventory fridge contents. assess what is lacking. etc...
and during fridge cleaning/inventory/assessment, i discovered that i have a ridiculous quantity of apples...(*but, unfortunately- they were the sort of apples that had passed up the preferable "crispy" stage...and had gone on to the "mealy" stage....but, not quite mealy enough to justify throwing them away.)
so what do you do with a fridgefull of mealy-apples?
(bake them!)
*baked apples make a great snack: very healthy. and pretty tasty ...?
and i've discovered apple-peeling/slicing/dicing is a very mindless and theraputic activity....(because before i knew it--i was standing above a PILE of apples.) I don't know how it got so big...or how many apples went in there, but i knew that this was way too much for just plain old plain baked-apples....
and that is how the late-night-apple-pie-baking-adventure began.
aaaand...being so late...and me feeling so spontaneously-bakingly-adventurous...i decided to bake the pie sans-recipe. (which, actually turned out really good!)
*for some reason, i always have this feeling of very-smug-satisfaction when i can cook something without a recipe (and it actually works)
the only unfortunate parts of this pie-baking-adventure would be my definite lack of a pie-pan. woops(?)
so- i substituted a bread-pan. (which works...but, is a lot trickier....a LOT trickier....)
oh, and since my camera happened to be in the kitchen, and i was feeling rather proud of my spontaneous-inspirational-baking, you get to see my proud little pie-photos:
*and though they may look like little apple-poops...don't be fooled they were TASTY. (and are at this moment currently being consumed: hot. and full of late-night-apple-glory.)
and during fridge cleaning/inventory/assessment, i discovered that i have a ridiculous quantity of apples...(*but, unfortunately- they were the sort of apples that had passed up the preferable "crispy" stage...and had gone on to the "mealy" stage....but, not quite mealy enough to justify throwing them away.)
so what do you do with a fridgefull of mealy-apples?
(bake them!)
*baked apples make a great snack: very healthy. and pretty tasty ...?
and i've discovered apple-peeling/slicing/dicing is a very mindless and theraputic activity....(because before i knew it--i was standing above a PILE of apples.) I don't know how it got so big...or how many apples went in there, but i knew that this was way too much for just plain old plain baked-apples....
and that is how the late-night-apple-pie-baking-adventure began.
aaaand...being so late...and me feeling so spontaneously-bakingly-adventurous...i decided to bake the pie sans-recipe. (which, actually turned out really good!)
*for some reason, i always have this feeling of very-smug-satisfaction when i can cook something without a recipe (and it actually works)
the only unfortunate parts of this pie-baking-adventure would be my definite lack of a pie-pan. woops(?)
so- i substituted a bread-pan. (which works...but, is a lot trickier....a LOT trickier....)
oh, and since my camera happened to be in the kitchen, and i was feeling rather proud of my spontaneous-inspirational-baking, you get to see my proud little pie-photos:
step 1:
apples (slightly pre-baked in microwave. with cinnamon, nutmeg, molassas, tapioca, cornstarch, and a dash of splenda)
apples (slightly pre-baked in microwave. with cinnamon, nutmeg, molassas, tapioca, cornstarch, and a dash of splenda)
step 2:
(cheater-(pre-made)-pie-crust) cut for bread-pan dimensions....with a little lovin' in the middle.
(cheater-(pre-made)-pie-crust) cut for bread-pan dimensions....with a little lovin' in the middle.
step 3:
apples meet crust. (and yes- this was a bottomless-pie....so, i guess kindof a cobbler-pie? ish?
apples meet crust. (and yes- this was a bottomless-pie....so, i guess kindof a cobbler-pie? ish?
step 4:
bake and take out when golden brown!
bake and take out when golden brown!
step 5:
(what you do with the awkward-ends of a circular pie-crust when baking in a rectangular-dish. (make apple-filled-....things.)
(what you do with the awkward-ends of a circular pie-crust when baking in a rectangular-dish. (make apple-filled-....things.)
*and though they may look like little apple-poops...don't be fooled they were TASTY. (and are at this moment currently being consumed: hot. and full of late-night-apple-glory.)
6/2/09
rockstaaaaaaaaar! {um. or not...}
so, one of my favorite people came to see me this weekend:
aaaand, poor thing had to be dragged around to band rehersals/ hospital-visits/ and just general-leslye-life-craziness. but....she was a trooper, and we had some pretty great adventures.
example#1 : (*sighting of man with barbie-doll in back pocket.)
example#2 : (*choreographed water/lights/music show on the waterfront.)
example#3 : (*juuuust a little show at the HardRock)
aaaand, poor thing had to be dragged around to band rehersals/ hospital-visits/ and just general-leslye-life-craziness. but....she was a trooper, and we had some pretty great adventures.
example#1 : (*sighting of man with barbie-doll in back pocket.)
example#2 : (*choreographed water/lights/music show on the waterfront.)
example#3 : (*juuuust a little show at the HardRock)
{yep. people even came to see us....}
...and in other recent life-adventures...i have hit a new level of home-domestication, with a newfound love for yardwork. (this includes weeding/mowing/planting/watering...) i don't know if i've hit "green-thumb" status yet. (especially since my tomato-plant keeps trying to die on me.) BUT- garden pictures will be coming soon....
6/1/09
she's baaaack!
(*and no...i'm not referring to my posting-hiatus)
it's the little SIS! (finally home from the hospital...after ELEVEN DAYS.)
but...we found out she has ulcerative colitis. (which is kindof like crohn's disease? and essentially...her colon slowly destroys itself? or, at least that's about as much as i could figure out) so- they pumped her full of all kinds of crazy pills/treatments/steroids...and finally a minor form of chemotherapy--and i think her colon is finally deciding to not hate her anymore (and cooperate a bit).
so (in summation) the last week and 1/2 have been preeeettty crappy. (and i have cried more than i have in...well...years) it's an awful feeling to see your little sister hallucinating from fevers, bruised from IVs, shaking from steroids, and skeleton-skinny....and feeling like you can't do anything about it.
and i am just really really glad it's over...
it's the little SIS! (finally home from the hospital...after ELEVEN DAYS.)
geeeze.
*if she doesn't want to be my roommate: really, there are easier ways to get out of living with me.but...we found out she has ulcerative colitis. (which is kindof like crohn's disease? and essentially...her colon slowly destroys itself? or, at least that's about as much as i could figure out) so- they pumped her full of all kinds of crazy pills/treatments/steroids...and finally a minor form of chemotherapy--and i think her colon is finally deciding to not hate her anymore (and cooperate a bit).
so (in summation) the last week and 1/2 have been preeeettty crappy. (and i have cried more than i have in...well...years) it's an awful feeling to see your little sister hallucinating from fevers, bruised from IVs, shaking from steroids, and skeleton-skinny....and feeling like you can't do anything about it.
and i am just really really glad it's over...
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