Monday, December 29, 2008

Let's Get Down to Business...

I am currently out of the office please leave a message after the beep...


Thursday, December 25, 2008

Merry Christmas To All...

May you be surrounded by Love, Peace, and Joy this day.

And may they have remembered to bathe before they came to dinner with their tofurkey for you and your family!

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{BIG HUGS}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

Friday, December 19, 2008

So...What Do You Do?

To be honest I really couldn't tell you. After I get off work, I stay busy, but when someone asked me what all that involved I really can't recall. Is that horrible? Mostly I just do whatever I need to get done, ie grocery shopping, cooking food for myself and others, doing my churchly (reads like "priestly" in Nacho Libre) duties, and helping out my friends or whoever calls me to go do stuff.

As a result my room is still a total mess, and I can't find my winter jacket. If I were anywhere else, but the sandbox this would be extremely problematic.

Speaking of which, I'd better find it before Christmas Eve which means only four days left for me to figure out where I last saw it and where it wandered off to since then...I suspect I might have left it a la casa de Wormer's.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Doing Justice to the Family Name

Today at work we had our department Christmas shin dig. Due to the economic crunch we opted for a potluck. The food was plentiful and mighty tasty. I originally signed up to bring plates and napkins…can’t go wrong there and very hard to screw up on unless you just don’t bring any.

In the words of mi padre, “I smart. I rock star.” ;)

However, the night before I decided that I needed to finally make the raspberry pie I’ve been wanting to make since Thanksgiving. Well I decided if I was going to be baking I might as well go the two for one route since I was already doing the cooking thing.

Don’t get me wrong I enjoy cooking I just don’t do it much for myself. I will gladly cook for others...for a small fee...allegedly.

I digress.

Since my last pie “fiasco” (another story for another time, except this pie was chocolate chip) turned out the way it did. I decided I would do one filling at a time. Good thing too, since the last time I made this raspberry pie was a little over three years ago. The first go round wasn’t completely horrid, but due to my lack of skills in taking notes on my pie recipe aka writing clear instructions on the card,I added the corn starch to the already hot liquid mixture...

Yeah you guessed it...

It clumped faster than you can say instant mashed potatoes...or even faster than you can make them!

I checked out the back of the corn starch bag and the second line down went something like this, “if you are planning on adding ***’s corn starch to hot liquid we recommend that you first mix it with cool water—(doh! Hand to the forehead- NOW you tell me! Thanks guys. Really. I appreciate it. tons).

So I continued to boil the concoction in hopes that it might be able to further break down the corn starch globules. No dice, mostly. I really only succeeded in creating much smaller chunks. So I fished them out of the pot and continued in my quest for pie fame only slightly undeterred by the mishap.

The second go round, I started with the corn starch and water mixing business b/c, “my momma didn’t raise no fool” (although some days that fact is debatable ;) ). It went fabulously. The only hiccups were the overflowing of the gelatinous mixture, which is pretty usual for this recipe, so I took it as a good sign and put both pies in the fridge to set.

Bright and early this A.M. I decided to bring one of the pies b/c Heaven knows I don’t need two of those suckers hanging around the house…

A lovely cheese pizza raspberry pie just for me.
Insert two extra inches to each thigh here.

I decided to bring the “defective pie,” made from Lady’s recipe (which may or may not have been worked up by grandma mom...yo no se...Lady?) and added my own little twist.

I’ll give you a hint...


OK so that’s not really what I changed, but if you know where the quote comes from I will divulge my top secret ingredient, ooooooorrrrrrrr maybe send you a piece of my delicious pie! Although this pie might not make it through the mail too well :(

Despite my worries of some unsuspecting coworker noshing into a loverly chunk of corn starch, I received MANY complements on the tastiness thereof! One person even requested the recipe, and even said she would be trying it out over the holidays because she enjoyed it so much.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Rollin' of Epic Proportions!

I don't know how many of you actually watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade this year, but it takes the cake...or should I say pumpkin pie?


Friday, December 12, 2008

My New Car

Who knew that a G3o M3tro could double as a Bond mobile?


as an urban or not so urban assault vehicle?

I think I might have to get one in case of a zombie apocalypse

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Skimmy Dipping 10

What’s in a name?

Apparently our favorite werewolf was named after a country singer, and his parent's loved the artist so much that they heeded his sage words of advice and encouraged their son to become a doctor instead.

J Waylon Black

The really ironic part of all this? He’s actually located in WA

More hilarity...side story...
When I was
looking up how far it is from Forks to Olympia...I came across two cities the first? joke. The second? Humptul! I about lost it. I even had to zoom in to make sure that I read that correctly. 8|

More weirdness...I used to watch this show all the time when I was a clue why or how, just did. This also probably explains quite a bit.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Spelling Bee Queen

That is one thing I am NOT. I feel like since I’ve been working at my present job that my intelligence has rapidly decreased…or at least my capacity to spell words correctly.

For example: vomited/vomitted/ incontinence/incontinance/ transvestite…ok that word just looks like it’s spelled wrong.

“Why would one need to know how to spell these words correctly?” you might ask. Well I will tell you. It’s quite simple really. I don’t want to look like an idiot. In the words of the infamous yet hence departed Arugala(sp?) Queen
Don't walk the "I'm-So-Educated" walk if you can't type out an "I'm-So-Educated" type e-mail. Got it? I prefer to contact people privately rather than a group response anyway so little snarkies like me won't tear apart my e-mails. <-------Admission Of My Own Ignorance--Ignorance That I Prefer To Hold Close To My Bosom Rather Than Showcasing! Yeah, my bosom be ignorant- Arugula Queen
I think we might have to start a club
Ignorant Bosom Society*

Who's in?

*Not to be confused with that Oh so inconvenient Irritable Bowel Syndrome.

**Updated to add for Lady**

Friday, December 5, 2008

Are You Listening?

I wouldn’t consider myself an eavesdropper, however I find that being something of a people watcher I also listen to others more than I talk. Combo that with being quite shy, and what you get is me not really saying a whole lot around people who I’m not close friends with. However the rub really comes when I do feel comfortable with people. Because I am still listening just as much as before, I somehow feel it’s ok to express my opinions and enter into conversations in which I am not always welcome…or at least my opinions aren’t. Thus leaving me feeling like I’ve got tourettes or something like it.

Speaking of tourettes the other night at FHE I was walking through to another room and people were lining either side of the hallway and talking to each other across the walking area, so in order to make it slightly less awkward I said “What’s up?” loud enough for those around to hear, yet kept walking. I kept walking because I wasn’t really trying to start a conversation or anything, like I already said I was trying to make it less awkward. It was at that moment that I realized that what had happened was in fact similar in nature to when people who have tourettes spout obscenities or something completely off the wall and people just dumbfoundedly stare.

So I asked my friend a little while later, “Do you ever feel like you have tourettes when you say hello to people?” She giggled and then said she in fact did feel that way as well from time to time.

Monday, December 1, 2008


I found out this morning that my last remaining grandparent passed away. I don’t really know what to say except of what I remember from when I was a little kid. They would always come down to visit us on Thanksgiving, pretty much every year without fail. I guess that her time to go seems a little more appropriate now that I think about it like that.

Anyway I remember that for some reason, all the kids would want to sleep in the bed with grandma and we’d each have a night, because she slept in my parent’s bed, although oddly grandpa never slept in the bed with her, at least there wasn’t a time that I can recall that he did, but I digress.

I also remember that us as grandkidlets would always try to get her to take out her teeth and talk. We just thought that was the coolest thing, still no clue why this fascinated us.

Also that was probably one of the few times during the year that we would get our favorite sugared cereals. It really is a grandparent’s job to spoil the grandkids.

My little kitty’s gone from the basket.
My little kitty’s gone up a tree.
Oh won’t some one please climb up to the tree tops,
And bring back my kitty to me.

There was a little rooster at the barnyard gate,
And that little rooster was GM’s playmate,
And that little rooster went

There was a little kitty at the barnyard gate
And that little kitty was CQ’s playmate,
And that little kitty went