Tuesday, January 30, 2007
I've Missed My Calling
But even more fun is the dinner making part of my day. Brian and I get home about 30 minutes apart, and he takes Sam out, throws together a salad or potatoes or something, insert laughs, mail sorting, and dishes, and viola! Dinner! I love making dinner. It's especially fun when you and the person(s) that you're making dinner for (and with) like the same things. For an example no matter what I make, some variety of cheese is added. Last week I made my special double cheese and spinach chicken. Tonight I'm going to makes cheesy chicken enchiladas. Yes, even though almost everything I make is either under or over cooked, I love to cook.
Isn't that a travesty? I cook all the time, and yet my muffins are lumping, my breakfast strata is runny, my rice is burnt to the pan, and my potatoes are bland. Incredible. But, with Brian and I being on first shift now, I'm certainly getting a lot of practice, so maybe some day....
The next thing I want to learn is Chex-mix. I love Chex-mix.
Monday, January 22, 2007
But then we came back to Indiana. We got back. Late. Cranky. And had to go straight to bed, because Brian got switched to days, and I'm on days and we were both needing to get up in about 6 hours. When our alarm clock went off, Brian immediately turned on his light. Not nice. So, we got up and started our day. At first it looked like a perfectly normal and pleasant day. There's fresh snow. I was ready in time. But then my dog refused to go to the bathroom (he doesn't like winter), which was irritating, because when he doesn't go to the bathroom he has to be in his kennel until we come back from work and can take him out again. So, I stayed outside with him (way too long) because I wanted him to not have to sit in his kennel all day. Then I was running late. So, I grabbed my lunch, grabbed my purse, and headed out the door and to my car... which wouldn't start. So, since Brian was already at work, I called my brother, Jeff, who said he'd come over, but needed a shower first. So, I was sitting in my cold car, waiting for Jeff, and I called my mom, who seemed to be in a hurry and told me to try it again. So, I did, and it finally turned over and started. Jerk car. So, I made it to work 10 minutes late. Not late enough to be late. Just late enough to make my day feel 10 minutes off all day.
So, I'm trying to readjust my attitude. I need to because I'm feeling very tired, and my eyes hurt (no doubt from the light incident this morning - which Brian will get teased about later ;) ), and I'm ten minutes late. So, now that it's lunch time I'm going to take a deep breath, and try to restart my day.
Welcome back to Indiana.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Ahhhh! Sweet Long Weekend.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Sam's In "Rehab"
As any of you who know Sammers can testify, Sam obviously thinks that he's the head of our pack. What he doesn't realize is that not only is he not the head of our pack, he as at the opposite end. So, the dog whisperer would say that he need 3 things to get him back on track.
- Exercise (can you believe the first need of a dog is not affection??)
In that order. So, according to this dude, dogs neither expect now want love until they have first been exercised and then disciplined. Weird. I'm so accustom to walking in the door from work and exclaiming, "Sambo!!!!! How was your day you sweet, sweet puppy??" *pat pat pat* Turns out that's not what how you're supposed to greet your dog when you come into the house. This dog guy also says that to tell your dog that you are the pack leader you're supposed to never let the dog out of the house in front of you, let the dog enter the house before you, or let the dog walk in front of you.
So, I took the guy's advice, and I have to say, either Sam is sick, or he's getting it, because he was as docile as a kitten last night. He even left me alone while I ate at the coffee table. He just sat about 5 feet away and didn't whimper or anything. So, I think this dog guy is on to something here. I'll have to let you know how it goes with Sam's rehabilitation.
Friday, January 12, 2007
I May Becoming "The Carrot Girl"
I had forgotten about the librarian's carrot habit. Until today, when I pulled out my baby carrots (cleaned and packaged) for lunch. At the time, no one in the office had a radio playing nor was anyone talking on the phone, and everytime I ate a carrot and heard myself munch, munch, munch, slurp, I wanted to crawl under my desk. So, I tried to chew really slowly, but then, it just prolonged the agony and sounded more like moooo-uuuuunch, moooo-uuuuunch, moooo-uuuuunch, slurp. That didn't work. So, then I tried to chew really fast and just get it over with. But then it sound like MunchMunchMunchMunchMunch, slurp. That wasn't very useful either, so I tried to shorten the slurp. Which sounded like Munch, Munch Munch slurp. Which didn't leave my teeth very clean. Slurp. Slurp. So, now I have the notion that I must be becoming the carrot girl of Transformations. No matter how you eat a carrot, it's going to be obnoxious. There's just no getting around it. So, next time I pack my lunch I will include quiet veggies (not sure what a "quiet" veggie is - probably something like cooked peas). Maybe cucumbers. But celery's out. Broccoli’s gross. Cauliflower is crunchy too... What a quandary.