Creative Cooking

You can toast a bagel in a toaster and in a toaster-oven, but what about in just an oven? Much to my dismay, this question cannot be answered by asking the internet! DAMN YOU INTERNET, HOW DARE YOU LET ME DOWN?! As you can see, my lack of Things I Can't Justify Needing, has caused me to explore some bizarre alternatives like local TV and new uses for the oven. Well, I know you can heat up refrigerated pizza to a toasty wonderfulness at 350 degrees for about 7-10 minutes, so why not a blueberry bagel? Oop, my oven just beeped to let me know it's ready (sweet oven, eh?) so here we go!

...Now, should I butter my bagel first? Ah, science.

lip gloss + rollerblading = lip fly paper

I've inhaled more than a couple of bugs this Summer, so this equation shouldn't have been a surprise. In other rollerblading news, I'm only wearing my wrist guards about 20% of the time. They're hot, I'm not planning on falling on my head again, and I've never seriously injured my wrists -- see, I have a whole list of rationalizations. I had to lay down along side of the bike path for a minute today, I only had about a quarter of a mile left on my journey; sometimes you just need a break. While I was laying there, I noticed a family of bikers stopped down the path, and when I passed them I realized that they were stopped to take care of the mom who had apparently taken a tumble off of her bike. Decked out in biker gear, complete with the required helmet, she appeared to have road rash on her shoulder (an injury I'm familiar with) and possible scraped leg or two (also familiar). I couldn't tell if the helmet served any purpose whatsoever.

I started thinking about some study I heard discussed on the radio about whether or not humans had any memory of pain. I believe the conclusion was that they didn't which was supported with the example that if women remembered pain they would never have more than one child. I don't think that's an accurate conclusion. I think people remember pain, some people have a higher pain tolerance, however, in general humans are just careless. We are careless with our things, with the world, with each other, and with our bodies. Not to be a downer, but it's true. Why would we hurt ourselves in the same way more than once? Because we have no consideration for preservation, of anything.

On that pleasant note, I'm going to go eat a semi-healthy dinner and follow it up with some semi-unhealthy alcohol, thus, ensuring that I never do anything too good for my body.

Happy Careless Start to the Week!

snack

I am the one-eyed one-armed (?) flying purple-people-eater! Ok, so I don't know what my obsession is with posting hideous pictures of myself on here lately... it looks like I'm going to chomp on Tiffy's face, and it looks like she wants it, yes? Interesting.

I think I may be procrastinating because I have a picture to edit for work, and although it will be fun (you can't mix "photo" and "edit" and not have yourself a party!), I have to question the sanity of people who do job-related work at home and don't get paid for it.

No time for hating, even :(

To protest the neo-Nazi rally tomorrow, I will be doing laundry, watching the finale of So You Think You Can Dance (on tape - how quaintly old-fashioned!), and shopping with my Mama. For obvious reasons, I do not support the beliefs of this so-called organization, however, unlike the haters, I have no time for such protests. I work 40 hours a week, I'm in a relationship, and I like to be reminded of what my friends and family look like, every now and then. Basically, I have a life, and although there are many things I hate (and many things I support) I cannot fathom having the time, energy, or resources to put into such efforts. So HATE ON haters! Maybe one of these days I'll actually be bored/stupid enough to hate back.

Howling at the Moon

This "furry" shot was taken from my beautiful balcony. I wish I could say that I've had time to do some good howling, sadly, that is not the case. Unless you count the whining and bitching I've done about my internet-and-cablelessness state howling, then I'd say I've done plenty of that! Currently, however, MY INTERNET IS WORKING THANK HEAVENS.

I had another monster of a day, defined as: a day when I didn't get everything accomplished that I had hoped to get accomplished, had no time to take a lunch, stayed 40 minutes late, and had shoe/people/bus issues. So, I really wasn't expecting a whole lot when I got home this evening. I turned on my computer hoping it was going to perform after recent narcoleptic episodes and hit the internet explorer icon defeatedly. I got distracted by some sort of microscopic skin deformity on my leg and when I looked up HOLY BALLS I HAVE INTERNET. I am slightly embarrassed to admit how quickly my mood changed.

Besides the constant, nagging urge to turn on my television, things are going very well for me, and with that said, I think I will go hit the bike path. (My feet are yelling "You have got to be kidding me!?" but, no feet, I am not kidding you)

Deprived

Craziness! Well, actually it is all starting to slow down a little. I can't believe that I haven't had any spare moments to write. Even my hand-written journals have received NO LOVE as of late. It's no wonder that I can't stand listening to my own thoughts. I need to be able to stick a pin in my brain, now and then, with the rationale being that a little ink-letting will relieve some of the pressure.

Anyway, a quick run-down of things that deserve much more attention than mooching-off-of-my-brother's-internet will allow. (I would have internet..or cable, by now, but I just can't decide what I need most in my life, at the moment, and DAMNIT ALL TO HELL I AM NOT BECOMING CHARTER'S SLAVE AGAIN AND PAYING THROUGH MY ASS FOR BOTH!!!)

• I miss Carly, she is well, wishes I was there ;)
• Happy Birthday Doug! You're awesome, duh.
• Happy Blog Birthday ME! Everything's changed, always the same.
• Did Duck and Krista both skip town in the middle of the night?
• Viva Mexico! ..er something, Jayna!
• Hilarious Bride-to-Be, Adrienne.
• Tiff & Rah -- when will we have our first, official drink as neighbors?

Me: I measure the state of my life by whether or not I've had time to rollerblade, and whether or not my toenails look pretty (seriously), so things are definitely getting there! (I hope you all know that's not completely true).

Oh, how I miss the Wonderful World Web and shitty, reality TV!!!

Sexy Kinda

Being able to laugh at yourself makes life so much more fun. It's safe to say that I got a good laugh outta' this one. Who knew that having moustaches at everyone's seat at a wedding reception could lead to such beauty?!


I've never been more entertained at a wedding in my life. Not only was Alissa & Eric's wedding perfect, but their reception was hilarious. There is, of course, a story behind the Moustravaganza (?). In all honesty, I am still too beat (and still sans internet) to really get into posting right now, however, I couldn't just leave you all hanging.

The move is basically over, I love my new place, spending lots of time on the balcony, and REALLY missing internet and cable -- I believe I will cave...very soon. Hope all is well out there, and if you're moving, I FEEL FOR YOU.

Will I EVER be moved?

Ok, one more INSANE day of moving and I should be totally in. Just the big stuff left -- desk, bed, clothes. I'm at the point where I am SO ready to be in my new place I can't stand it. The skin on my hands has started to burn off from all of the necessary chemicals I've used to clean my new place, which is a sign that it is time. On a happier note, I had group of friends on my balcony last night for the first christening, it was marvelous! It made me think, it's interesting the different range of emotions I've felt moving in and out of places the past 5 years.

-DORMS
Moving In: Ready, nervous, excited.
Moving Out: Not ready, nostalgic, experienced.

-First Apartment
Moving In: So happy, So Ready.
Moving Out: So happy, So Ready (Laurel and I lived in Satan's Loft & six girls is A LOT OF GIRLS!)

-Big Girl Apartment
Moving In: HELL YES, I HAVE MY OWN ROOM!
Moving Out: Cried pretty much the whole time (was in love with that place, that age)

-Growing Up & Apart -ment
Moving In: Confused, lost, anxious.
Moving Out: Can all of my shit be teleported...NOW?

-ADULT Apartment
Moving In: THIS. WILL. ROCK.

Speed Blogging

I'm giving myself 20 minutes to type this post and then I'm seriously crashing. Thus far, moving has been one big bumble-fuck of fun! I got a call from my new landlord on Monday saying that I could pick my key up a day early. I'm so grateful that Amanda is giving me the week to move out, but regardless, I'd never be able to do it without Doug. We're through day three and we're not only still together...we're actually kind of having fun, if you can believe that. So, where are my parents? you ask. You know, those people who are bound by blood to do all sorts of hellish things for you for free -- yeah, they're somewhere off the coast of Lake Michigan enjoying a week of vacation, neat, perfect timing.

Anyway, so Monday I get off the bus and rush home in the 90 degree heat to quick change and meet my new landlord. I'm already all riled-up because Creepy McCreeperson sat next to me on the bus (WHEN THERE WERE PLENTY OF OPEN SEATS) and all I could think about while I pretended to read my book was that I'd pop him in the face if he so much as breathed on me wrong. I finally get home, change, chug some Gatorade and head out. In the stairwell I run smack into a trapped birdy who is wildly slamming himself into the sealed window in a sad attempt to escape. I try to shoe him out toward the exit with my folder saying "Come on little guy" and he flies up to the next floor window. I take the elevator up a floor and try to chase him down and I believe my mission was successful, though I did not get down in time to see him fly out for sure. Whatever, I'm late and now drenched in sweat. I get to my car and almost pass out when I sit down to the oven inside "click, click, click, click, click" my fucking battery is dead because my auto off headlights have not been AUTO OFFING, yup, this was all before my first rent check was even signed.

Ah, I do feel like I'm making progress, pinched a nerve in my neck reaching under my bed this eve, but hey, things could be worse. I saw a Dad get trapped under a desk today when he tripped out the door of his Son's house. I was walking right by at the time, so I stopped and asked if he was alright and as he pulled his leg out from under the desk, he said "Yup, I think my pride is hurt more than anything..." The Son walked out at that point and said "Woah, why didn't you wait for me?!" I waited a block before I doubled over in laughter.

Alright, my 20 minutes is definitely up and I'm about to turn into a pumpkin! G'night everyone, and if you're in the area, call me Friday to check out my sweet-ass balcony.