I’ve been on a brief hiatus from my blog, I know. I had Friday off work, and yesterday was… odd. Today’s doctor appointment took all morning, too. I’ll have another break here next weekend… indefinitely. I take off work at noon on Thursday, and then who knows when I’ll be back at work. Officially I have Friday and Monday off, but if there’s no budget, I won’t be working. If that lasts too long, I can take myself to the library for some internet time, but who knows. No guarantees.
I did write this weekend. Just not for you. Sorry.
If you think big hair is attractive, I am the sexiest woman alive, next to Diana Ross of course.
- Useless:: urbane
- Radiant:: joy
- W:: George
- Unpaid:: worker
- Geek:: -s are HOT
- Unfaithful:: is the least attractive thing I can think of
- Reboot:: how many times will I have to today?
- No!:: means no, !
- Squad:: car
- Fetish:: foot
It’s ‘s birthday today! Happy 24!
The closing on her condo has been delayed twice already (once on Friday and once yesterday), and is rescheduled again for today. That would be a nice birthday present, don’t you think?
In other news… nothing. I did actually get some writing done yesterday afternoon. Two pieces that are pretty good, I think. I haven’t decided if I want to post links to them or not – I might just mull them over for a while. I have mixed emotions about critique – on one hand, I’d like the feedback so I could get better, but on the other hand, I don’t always deal well with negative comments.
In a matter of minutes, the sky has turned almost jet black. From the tinted windows in the office, it looks like it’s at least ten o’clock at night. I keep getting up to check the window, see if it’s changed. Of course, we’re in the middle of the building, and on the fifth floor of seventeen (or is it 30? I’m never quite sure), so unless I go over to the window, I have no idea what’s really going on outside except for the darkness.
Outside, the sun is shining, it’s quite warm (upper 80′s), and you’re in need of sunglasses (and perhaps sunscreen). There is a light layer of clouds across the sky, so thin you can see the blue of the sky seeping through. It’s humid, but not stifling. There’s a nice breeze.
And there’s a severe weather alert.
- Domesticated :: cats
- Cask ::-et
- Wayne :: and Garth
- Insidious :: cruel
- Cool! :: far out!
- Dishwasher :: camping
- Little house :: on the Prairie
- Stepford :: Wives
- Hung :: …as in, from a tree?
- Falling :: in love
You know, being a pretty girl with a nice demeanor and kind smile can get you lots of places. It can get you a whole pickle with your sandwich at the deli (even though it’s only supposed to be a half). It can get nice (though not always speedy) service. It can even get people to help you look for something. It will not, however, get you anywhere with the waif-like trainee at the coffee shop who barely speaks English. That’s OK, Tuesday’s Frappuccino was OK without coffee. Really, it was a new experience.
- Wally:: the Walrus
- Phantom:: of the Opera
- Slippery:: frogs
- Fungus:: Ralph (the ringworm)
- Slot:: Jack (???)
- Type:: cast
- Discharge:: messy
- “We need to talk”:: terror
- On the spot:: fumbling
- Liquid:: melt
The debit card fiasco is resolved. Apparently my credit union had problems all weekend with declining debit cards across the board. Nice to know it wasn’t just me. Still a little nervous to go to Target without cash to back me up…
As I’ve been promising, here is my family recipe for Swedish Pancakes.
1 1/4 cups milk
3/4 cup flour
1 Tablespoon sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
Beat eggs together till thick and lemon colored. Stir in milk. Stir together dry ingredients, add to egg mixture, mixing till smooth.
Notes: (not part of the original recipe)
- I’ve been adding extra sugar and then some vanilla extract. I suppose you could try almond extract as well, but I fear change.
- I had better luck this weekend when I added the milk-eggs mixture to the dry ingredients, a bit at a time, to get it better blended. I usually get lumps when I do it the way stated in the recipe.
- Swedish pancakes are a bit like crepes, so don’t be expecting fluffiness.
Some guidelines for cooking. You want to put 1/4 cup to 1/3 cup of the mixture in the heated skillet. (I use a 1/4 cup measure for the flour and then use it again here.) I’ve been using a 9-inch Teflon-coated pan. I still have to spray it with Pam. Unlike regular pancakes, where you wait for bubbles to appear before flipping, that won’t happen with Swedish Pancakes.
You want to wait until the top looks like it's nearly cooked - basically till the shine goes out of the mixture. Remember that this is mostly raw eggs, so you really want them to be sure you cook them thoroughly.
Then you flip. How pretty!
I can usually eat only 2-3. Top with butter and syrup. Another favorite combination is powdered sugar. I'm sure you could come up with more. They're great with some bacon on the side as well.
As a single person, this recipe makes up WAY more than I could ever hope to eat in one meal. You should know that the mix doesn’t save, but cooked pancakes do. I put the remaining pancakes on a plate, cover it with plastic wrap, and put in the fridge. Then I have breakfast for the whole week (practically). Just put 2-3 on a plate with a little syrup, microwave for 90 seconds, and you’ve got a great hot breakfast.
Don'tcha wish you were Swedish too? That's OK - you don't have to be in order to enjoy this yummy meal!
The Whitney Chronicles, by Judy Baer (frightenly enough published by a Christian subdivision of Harlequin)
I LOVED this book! I stumbled onto it quite accidentally in Borders one day, and took the time to read it last week. Fantastically funny! I laughed out loud several times while on the bus and train, and had to bite my lip more than that to keep from disturbing the other passengers. At several points, I wondered how the author was writing about me specifically. Many parts could have been taken directly from my journals. Better yet was that it wasn’t predictable, like most Christian “romance” fiction is (though this claims to be Christian “chic lit,” but I didn’t know that existed until now).
Who should read this book: women who are in their 20′s and 30′s (or who have been 20 or 30, or who plan on being 20 or 30), who are single (or who have been single, either recently or a long time ago), who have mothers, friends, church communities, jobs, etc that are part of their daily lives, and who have ever had to deal with any of those listed trying to “fix” their singleness “problem.” Probably is funnier for those readers who are Christian, but I don’t think it’s necessary to enjoy the book.
I have one copy I’m willing to lend out, first come first serve, assuming you’re a real live friend and not a cyber-stalker (or someone who will borrow it and never return it, like my two copies of the Chronicles of Narnia Book One).
- My cats snore. Both of them.
- I can go to Ikea and spend only 3 bucks.
- It takes an hour and fifteen minutes to get to the MOA (and Ikea) by public transit from my house (on a weekend, that is).
- I still love Buffalo Wings.
- I own a lot of CDs.
- Paint takes a long time to dry.
- Sometimes, rainclouds are much closer (and more filled with rain) than they appear.
- I am waterproof. Not everyone believes this about themselves.
- Exhibit:: booth
- Evolution:: Darwin
- Loser:: high school
- Hypnotic:: charm
- Unlikely:: event
- Interrupt:: rudeness
- Ambivalent:: ehhh
- Rise and fall:: of the Roman Empire
- Indian:: chief
- Prophecy:: come true, fulfilled
Let’s talk about 86*! That’s right, and there’s a nice breeze, so it’s not a “bad” 86* (I can say that because 1, I’m in Minnesota, and 2, last week it was in the 50*s).
I was struck, while on my way to get my afternoon coffee (OK, so there wasn’t a morning coffee, and I hadn’t left the office at all so far), with memories of San Francisco. I think it was the long pants and sweater with the weather being so nice, walking down the city streets ignoring those around me (while that’s not unusual for me, it is something I learned and perfected in San Francisco).
I’ve been reminiscing a lot lately. I’m not sure if it’s healthy.
Here’s what I’m drinking: