wordinista: (Bakingfetish)

Note the first:  My husband makes possibly the best guacomole in the world.  I could drown face-down in a bowl of the stuff and die happy. omgsogood.

Note the second:  Was in a bread-bakey mood today, and have decided to try out a recipe I have for challah.  It is in the oven, and the house should be smelling delicious soon.  (If the challah works out, next step is brioche! Which still terrifies me somewhat!) ---Oh, yeah, baby.  Fresh-bread-smell in the house.  Mmmmm :)

Note the third: I keep saying this, and I keep not doing it.  I think it's time to trim ye olde f-list.  If I (a) cannot remember the last time I commented in your journal, (b) cannot remember the last time you commented in my journal, (c) have caught myself skimming your entries without clicking on your LJ-cuts, or (d) cannot remember how I even know you, then you will likely be trimmed.  Let me know if you don't want to be. :)

ETA:  challah bread was not a total crash and burn failure! Slightly overly brown on top, and I totally screwed up the braiding of it, and I am suspecting it ought to have risen higher, but I am eating a piece of it slathered with honey and it tastes good! :D

ETA2: Bread was good, but now I require tea... I think some Earl Gray with bergamot should do the trick nicely.
wordinista: (Alistair king shield)
You glance down at what's playing on Pandora, and instead of seeing "March for Orchestra in F Major," you see "March for Orlesians in F Major."

Ol' Amadeus got around I guess...
wordinista: (Y HALO THAR)
I am finding it increasingly difficult to believe that the Buffy Season 8 comic isn't poking fun at Stephanie Meyer in some vague way. 

That is all.
wordinista: (Not amused)

This is bound to be short because the way my splint holds my finger now is so totaly NOT keyboard friendly. I have to turn my right hand to the side and type with my ring finger. Fun times! It is both frustrating and kind of weirdly exhausting. So here's what's going on:
  • I am reading damn near everything I can lay hands on.
  • I have a sunburn on my back and shoulders because I'm a moron.
  • I have a new haircut that is very "one-hand-friendly" (translation: VERY SHORT)
  • I start physical therapy Friday.
  • Biopsy results came back and I am very officially cancer-free. \o/
  • I am not going to the IGA Conference (a very hard decision to reach, and I am putting off the formal cancellation a bit longer)
  • I miss agility lessons. :(
I've also been pretty crabby lately, just because everything else is sapping my stores of patience. Seriously -- tying my shoes and buttoning my pants are such a pain in the ASS, and even making a damn cup of tea is a production, so I don't really have a lot of patience. This results in me being a bit of a hemit. And if I snap, I apologize in advance. It's not you, it's me and a world filled with things that require fine motor skills. ;)
wordinista: (Drastic times call for drastic measures)
Surgery: Six days and counting.  My handwriting has really, really gone to crap lately.  Wow.  Granted, pretty soon it won't matter, as I won't even be able to hold a pen.

And in other news I discovered a maple flavored black tea that has made me reconsider my opinion on flavored black teas. 

And in other OTHER news, I would like very much for this paper to magically write itself.





... What?  A girl can dream!

Oh!  And in other other OTHER news:  TORA-KUN FINALLY FOUND HIS WEDDING RING THAT HAS BEEN LOST FOR SEVERAL MONTHS NOW.  THE LOST WEDDING RING THAT I DIDN'T TELL ANYONE ABOUT BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO EMBARRASS HIM FOR BEING A BONEHEAD AND LOSING HIS WEDDING RING.

(ilu honey)
wordinista: (Possess those shores with me!)
I am so, so, SO very tired of being stuck walking the dogs, or stuck at an agility lesson with my pockets jammed with toys, treats, a leash, an extra roll of doggy clean-up bags, and god knows what else.  And since I wear workout clothes when I walk the dogs, and those tend not to have pockets, this is an annoyance like you cannot even imagine. OR MAYBE YOU CAN.

I have a rough idea sketched out for something that might help this predicament, but I am completely and utterly sewing-challenged.  Like, I can sew on a button that's fallen off, and mend a ripped seam, but I suck royally at it, and wouldn't do it at all if I didn't need to.

SO.  MY QUESTIONS TO YOU:

#1:  DO YOU SEW?

#2:  ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WORKING WITH A VERY HEAVY NYLON (kinda like what backpacks are made of)?

#3:  WOULD YOU LIKE TO MAKE ME A VERY HAPPY BUNNEH?

If you answered yes to the above questions, COMMENT PLEASE.

(Obviously there would be compensation involved, duh.  But first I'd want to explain what I have in mind, and see how feasible it is from a seamstressy perspective, and talk about materials and how much it'd cost to make and whatnot.)
wordinista: (Piracy!)
Dear Bunneh,

While we, as a group, understand and appreciate your newfound zeal to give the finger to Metabolism, and Ass and Waist are totally on-board with this endeavor, a few of us feel the need to speak up.

You don't even LIKE celery. The Teeth are bitching about the damn strings caught between them, Stomach has no idea what to make of that particular deposit, and we're all pretty sure you've given Tongue and Tastebuds a case of PTSD. Chop it up in tuna-salad if you must, but don't you dare attempt to eat it straight, ever again, or there will be consequences. The Commonwealth of Girlbits are particularly distraught; they've been sending you very clear signals for chocolate and salt, which you are steadfastly ignoring, which is really just pissing them off.

We demand two (2) oatmeal cookies and one (1) cup of English Breakfast tea with milk, tyvm. You know how Brain gets when the rest of us are cranky, and do you really want to start the taxes under less than ideal conditions? We thought not.

Hand over the sugar and the caffeine and no one gets hurt.

Love and Kisses,
Your Body

lolwhat

Jan. 27th, 2009 01:57 pm
wordinista: (Evil Geniuses)
Guys?  Guys.

...

...

It would appear Batman is following me on Twitter.

...

Batman.

...

I... what. What?
wordinista: (Slightly better than "Once upon a time")

Yoined from [livejournal.com profile] paralinguistic : 

The problem with LJ: we all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other.

So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Or something completely random. Ask away.



Dogs have been walked, agility lesson has been attended, dogs have been fed.  (And I'm starting to wonder if walking Darwin before agility is a bad idea, since today he was kind of ridiculously low-energy on the course, and my teacher actually commented on how slow he was.  Not good.)

I need a shower and some tea, in that order.  I'm feeling yucky and crampy, and need to go to Home Depot, but really, really don't feel like it, so we'll see how that goes.  Today feels like it'll be a good day to settle in with a pot of tea and write.  I seem to be managing about 700 words a day, or have managed it for the past few days, whch makes me happy. 

In other news, am currently growing more and more addicted to Twitter:  WHO ELSE IS ON TWITTER?
wordinista: (Up to no good)

Okay, so I mentioned that I'd gotten back in touch with my BFF from junior high school.  Well, as it happens, tonight I was in my Compensation Management class (which is EASILY the worst, most boring, least organized class I've ever taken), and was text-messaging her during the (veryboring) lecture.

And then it hit me.

Twenty years later, and I'm still sitting in the back of the class, passing notes.

I have grown up, but not matured.

SUCCESS!!!
wordinista: (Bunnicula)

DO WANT.
wordinista: (Year of the Rabbit)
"Oh, my god, it's like cutting chicken with a light saber."

--Tora-kun

BEST KNIFE EVER OMG.

...



I'm such a food geek, sob.
wordinista: (The things I put up with...)

Okay, so remember my phantom cicadas?  That seemed to be coming from our sound system speakers?

Yeah.  Those cicadas.

AS IT TURNS OUT, THEY WERE CICADAS.  See, because Tora-kun is Mr. Tech Geek Extraordinaire, our whole entertainment system runs through a computer.  So, like, we download TV shows from iTunes, and watch them... on TV. 

Tora-kun installed Weatherbug on the computer.  Weatherbug has a feature that will notify you of "extreme weather" with an alarm.  Tora-kun has this feature enabled.  AND GUESS WHAT THE ALARM SOUNDS LIKE?

IF YOU GUESSED "CICADAS," GIVE YOURSELF A COOKIE.

*facepalm*

This reminds me of the time, years ago, that he set his mail notification sound to "Mail, motherfucker!" (if you've seen "Euro Trip," then you know the line). 

His mail checked every five minutes.

He got mail every five minutes.

EVERY FIVE MINUTES, I HEARD, WITHOUT FAIL:  "MAIL, MOTHERFUCKER!"

And he wondered why his computer speakers were always turned off by the time he got home.
wordinista: (The things I put up with...)
...Guys?

...

I.  I think there's a cicada in the house.

...

How do I get it out?  For that matter, how do I find it?

EDIT:  Okay, possibly NOT a cicada, unless cicadas chirp in identical patterns, once every minute.  (Yes, one minute exactly -- I timed it.  Unless this is one very OCD cicada.) 

OKAY, NEW QUESTION:  WHAT'S THAT NOISE?

EDIT #2:  IT'S COMING FROM THE CENTER SPEAKER IN FRONT OF THE TV.  WTF.
wordinista: (Happy Asta)
This made me laugh harder than I have in a week:

Bad day? CLICK AND READ.

...pets.

Sep. 15th, 2008 12:14 pm
wordinista: (The things I put up with...)
Fact: The one rhetorical question most frequently asked of the animals in our house is easily "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR ONLY MIND?"

This is actually better than "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR [EXPLETIVE] MIND?" for obvious reasons.

Case in point:

Kisa was stalking a lizard on the screen. Stalking it through the window, no less. And then tried to pounce the lizard through a pane of hurricane-tempered glass. She jumped at the closed window, promptly bounced off, landed on my inbox (knocking a number of things over), and then leapt from my inbox to the back of my chair as if to distance herself from the scene of the idiocy as quickly as possible. Cue the dogs who snap to attention the absolute second I say Kisa's name in a certain tone of voice, and we have INSTANT CHAOS centered around my desk chair (which I am sat in at the time), with Kisa meowing plaintively above it all like, "What'd I do?"

So, yes. Just in case anyone happened to be wondering? Kisa's still the dumb one.

And I suddenly miss Bronte. A lot. :(

EDIT: And I just ran over SOMETHING of Sydney's with my chair. AUGH. She seems to be okay, despite the yelp she just let out, and despite the CLUMP OF FUR now on the floor. D:
wordinista: (Drastic times call for drastic measures)
Well, one thing I can say about having so many storms lined up to kick our (and the Gulf coast's) collective asses is that for a few days (provided the storm doesn't hit FL), we get nice, breezy, low-humidity weather. And then it's not so bad to walk the dogs -- in fact, it's damned pleasant, because there's a breeze, and I don't feel like I'm walking through soup.

Today, it was back to yucky, soupy weather. I can't wait for fall, because, yeah, that week or so in November is worth the wait. XD

Family stuff )

Adventures in Athletic Footwear )

Today's To-Do List: )

EDIT: SOMEDAY I will make a video of the dogs at mealtime. Because Sydney is just too much. (She sounds like she's trying SO HARD to form syllables. And if she could, I'm reasonably sure the first words out of her mouth would be "FEED ME. FEED ME NOW.")
wordinista: (Yuki: ...?)

All right, so because I'm stupid, I decided to walk the dogs (against my better judgment).  It's now an hour later, I feel like death warmed over with a side of stomach cramps.

However!  LET ME TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED ON MY WALK.

First, to set the scene.  I am clad in fairly sloppy workout clothes -- a faded sport tank top and a pair of my oldest, most comfortable stretchy yoga/capri pant type... pants.  I have two dogs on-leash.  Am trying to get them to relieve themselves before we are on said walk and nowhere near a garbage can (I am a responsible pet owner who carries her own doggy clean-up bags, yes).  The dogs are walking in circles around me, and I'm basically trying not to get sick as I watch them.  Sydney does her thing.  I clean it up.

When a car pulls up and parks!  Window rolls down and I assume the driver is lost and asking for directions.  Driver says something that I cannot hear.  I ask him to repeat himself.  Still cannot hear.  Get a little closer.  STILL CANNOT HEAR.  Then he holds up a piece of paper and I finally hear "Can I give you my phone number?"

...

...

...

Wait, what?

I'm picking up dog poop, and in the meantime trying not to get sick on my shoes, and this makes someone want to hit on me?  What?
wordinista: (Slide to unlock)
Okay, to start:

Grampa's staying in the hospital another night. They had a slew of tests scheduled, and had just taken him away for the first one when I called mom at... whenever the hell I called her. Noonish, I think. They're thinking it was actually a TIA, but there does seem to be something wonky going on with his liver, so yay for more tests. Yesterday he was in good spirits, cutting up, and just generally being a laugh riot. Apparently today he's lucid and crabby, and has bitched out at least one nurse. IF ANYONE ON MY F-LIST IS IN THE NURSING PROFESSION, YOU HAVE MY UNENDING RESPECT AND GRATITUDE FOR PUTTING UP WITH CRANKY OLD MEN LIKE MY GRANDFATHER. Oh, god why, Grampa. Why. (I only heard a portion of what he said to this poor woman, and I just. Oh god. What. Grampa. Grampa. God damn it, Grampa.)

Now the rest (love my bullet points.  LOVE THEM):
  • Holy crap, so tired.  Quite literally running around all day, from about 8 AM to... well, damn.  8 PM.  Go me. 
     
  • [info]chash is made of spicy awesome. I love you, okay. LOVE. "But not the gayest thing a guy could ask you to do." Just. Love.
  • YUM (TOMATO BASIL SOUP I LOVE YOU TOO.)
  • I really should not be allowed to shop at produce markets by myself. Because today I had carry-out help. As in, could not carry out all my produce by myself.
  • I bought a pinot noir rose wine today, called "Pink Floyd." Could not resist it, shut up.
  • Holy monkey jebus, the car needs a tune-up. (ALMOST STALLING OUT AT A RED LIGHT IS NOT FUN TIMES.)
  • Can anyone recommend a good natural peanut butter? One that does not, as my darling husband so eloquently puts it, "taste like ass"?
  • I recently rediscovered my Furuba soundtrack, and listened to it while I was driving all over hell's half-acre today. I'd forgotten how much I love it. So soothing. ♥
  • Dammit, I need new sneakers.  My old ones, which are not actually THAT old (about six months?) are still giving me blisters regularly.  Ngh.
     

OOPS

Mar. 12th, 2008 04:54 pm
wordinista: (Default)

Yeah, so.  Uh. 

[profile] everstar3 got me a rename token for my birthday, because I've been a bit ambivalent about "niamh_sama" as an LJ name.  So, yes.  NAME CHANGE TO [profile] w0rdinista

I'M SORRY FOR THE CONFUSION, GUYS.

 EDIT:  Okay, that's weird.  It ought to be "wordinsta" with  zero instead of the first "O," but it looks like a lowercase "o" instead.  WTF, LJ.  w0rdinista.  Yes, that way.

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