onewordmostly

Where is your cell phone? couch

Your significant other? none

Your hair? purplish

Your mother? dedicated

Your father? loving EDIT: Stepfather: Professorial

Your favorite thing? goal

Your dream last night? non

Your favorite drink? beer

Your dream/goal? 13.1 miles

What room are you in? living

Your hobby? not working

Your fear? failure

Where do you want to be in six years? happy

Where were you last night? couch

Something that you aren't? content

Muffins? blueberry?

Wish list item? job

Last thing you did? gym

What are you wearing? uncertainty

TV? sisters

Your pets? fuzzy

Friends? best

Your life? quiet

Your mood? questioning

Missing someone? occasionally

Drinking? later

Smoking? no

Your car? awesome

Something you're not wearing? sweatshirt

Your favorite store? sur la table

Your favorite color? black

When is the last time you cried? Decemeber

Who will resend this? doubtful

Where do you go to over and over? work

Five people who email me regularly? friends

My favorite place to eat? ra

Favorite place I'd like to be right now? beach

Four people I think will respond? unknown

Hrm.

Stabby. Angsty. Postal.

This is not the way to start out the New Year. Or maybe it is. Everyone needs a kick in the ass once in a while.

Sit, Ubu, sit.

I've put in my 10 plus hours at work. I went to the gym and worked out. Here I am, at home. Sitting in the relative silence of the apartment. I can hear someone's A/C unit through the open door. Oddie is perched above me on the couch, breathing heavy like only the content do. The 'fridge is doing it's thing, humming along nicely. I'm rather glad I have a 'fridge since windows to keep the milk cold are far and few between here in the desert.

I don't usually do well alone with my thoughts. I get worked up and ancy as they race through my brain. On occasion, I try to get my musings and worries onto paper or screen, to see where they're trying to go, if anywhere. I usually get stuck. Or the thoughts do.

I've learned that not all things that are thought, need a solution. Or a problem. Sometimes they just need to be observed and then let go.

Like fishing?

Hey...Friday Night!

How's it going? It's good to see you.

I'd like to come out and play but I'll be asleep on the couch by 730pm.

Thanks for stopping by!

Oddie hates.

Oddie is a pretty chill gato, he isn't the Spawn of Satan that Sweet Pea was.

In the almost five months that we've been hanging out together, I've heard him purr and meow but never hiss.

I heard him hiss today.

I brought out the vacuum and had it in the living room, he was in the kitchen. He stood in the middle of the kitchen, looked back at the vaccuum, Hissed at the vacuum and the proceeded to walk into the bathroom to wait out the Noise. I know he doesn't care for the thing but I didn't know he hated it that much.

Knucklehead!

ESPN is EVERYTHING sports. 

You'd think that whatever unpaid intern was writing the sidebar "News" headlines for their front-page website would KNOW that Wazzu is not the team that got stomped on by the Sooners on Saturday night. 

Wazzu, U-Dub; Maroon and Silver, Gold and Purple, Cougars, Huskies. Washington State, Washington. I can understand the confusion. 

Krikey.

Yes, I wrote them a letter/e-email.

I cook and play hockey!

Thanks Wood. 

I have a playoff game tonight at 7. It won't really matter what I eat for dinner since I'm on the no-scoring-second-line-that-keeps-being-reminded-to-keep-the-shifts-short-by-the-three-minute-a-shift-first-liners. But I decided that since I have a free day I'd take advantage of it and make some fud.

I boiled orecchiette pasta. While that was draining I used the same pot to heat up some olive oil. To that I added freshly minced garlic and red pepper flakes, I let those flavors mingle for a few minutes before adding in seasoned breadcrumbs, enough to make a paste but not too thick. Once all the crumbs have absorbed the oil, mix in the pasta and viola! You have an awesome tasting carb-heavy dish.  Inspiration here. 

Next on the list is banana bread and then chicken sausage. 

Pre-punishment?

I'm looking forward to October. 

I get to turn another year older. 

Metallica will be in town. 

I am hoping to run a 5k with my dad. 

One of my best friends is coming down for a visit. 

I am going to Disneyland with the famdamily. (Do they serve beer at the Happiest Place on Earth? I'm looking forward to walking around the park drinking with my parents.)

Halloween! 

While my friend is in town, I'm going to work half-days since I'm using all of my vacation for the Disneyland trip. Getting off of work at noon will be sweet. 

The payment for all this? 

My boss is having surgery tomorrow and I expect him to be out for at least a week. The warehouse manager at my store is on vacation starting tomorrow and will be gone all of next week as well. I've not done any of the reports/reviews in the month that I've been at my new post due to my manager wanting me to build a rapport with our customers. Guess what I get to start doing tomorrow? Yeah, all those reports and reviews. I actually brought one of the reports home tonight. It's still in my truck. I have to have it done by tomorrow at the end of the day. 

I must bleed Blue. 

This sucks. 

"You can't pick up chicks in a tank!"

My boss is going to have to have some sort of emergency surgery. He's generally okay but not okay enough to avoid surgery. 

I'm hoping I get to play in the company golf tournament this year. I'm not a hack but I'm not great. I muddle through and usually enjoy the frustration that is golf. Hopefully, we'll play best ball and it will all work out and be fun. 

My favorite vendor done screwed up, yet again. I again made a phone call to let them know of the issue. Fortunately, it was a mistake that we (meaning mainly the warehouse guys) were able to fix with no major headaches but plenty of belly-aching by my warehouse guys (and I don't blame them for bitching, not a bit). Happily, a manager at this vendor's office, had some DBacks tickets available. I was able to score two pairs for our trouble. I had the warehouse manager pick a game he wanted to go to and I picked for the other pair. 

Our branch is also getting lunch courtesy of this vendor. Long story short on that one? While in town visiting our branch, a manager for this vendor spoke with one of the more vocal warehouse guys, the manager left his card with the warehouse guy. The warehouse guy called that manager and expressed his dismay at this recent screw-up and we are now getting pizza for 15 people. 

Yay?

Why is it that most every weekend, I'm searching for things to do and this weekend I've been invited to do 10 different things?? WTF?  I don't mind though, my mommy is coming to see me! Hopefully, we'll get to play a round of golf too! 

Poor Oddie

Last night he suffered the indignity of a bath.

I have a really awesome smelling jarred candle that lives in the middle of the coffee table. When I light it, I leave it there. I figure the cat is at least smart enough to stay mostly away from the candle.  Up until tonight, Oddie has done me proud in that assumption. The cat might be smart enough, but tonight, his tail wasn't. 

The candle is still burning. I'm now trying to cover the smell of burnt hair. 

Poor dude.

sad but true

I'm listening to the rock radio station in Seattle. 

I'm playing bejewled. 

Metallica has announced North American tour dates. 

I am a content girl. 

I will be super happy if I can score tickets to the show in October. 

Random

"If we cuss, are you going to turn us in?"

I had this asked of me when I visited the store I was going to be working at when I first started with this company. I had just been introduced to the three or four warehouse guys, on my way in to meet the counter guys and store manager. The guy who asked it? A guy about my fathers' age, give or take a few years, who worked in the warehouse.

All I could do was laugh. I told them of course not, I had grown up around the military and I had dated a sailor. I can cuss a blue-streak with the best/worst of them and occasionally forget my manners and do. Out loud. 

Mom, I know you're proud and Wood, I learned half of the choice phrases from you. I think mainly from when you were driving the Bug. ;)  

Who wants this with their toast?

White Knuckles

I've been pretty industrious today.

I went to the gym, did some laundry, started making breakfast sausages, took a nap, went to my hockey game (my line had 0 points, go us!), went to dinner with my dad and long time friend Stevie G, and came home. Once home, I finished making the breakfast sausages (I doubled the recipe and ended up w/ 19 patties) and made my lunch for tomorrow. 

If I don't fall asleep quickly tonight, I'm gonna be upset. 

Crazy Saturday.

Another list.

1. Crankiness :: I'm getting better

2. Backpack :: Miss it (not the 40# of it, but what it represented, pursuit of knowledge)

3. Clone :: wars

4. High Ground :: moral

5. Dreams :: bittersweet

6. Lovingly :: held

7. Mistake :: several

8. Carson :: daily, nevada??

9. Errand :: a few

10. Dozen :: eggs

...Damn it! I'm out of beer. 

Fud.

Tonight's kitchen experiment will be baked chicken.

I don't want to use a flavored marinade because I will be doing my damned-est to make these pieces into as many dishes as possible. I figure baking it in a 'marinade' of olive oil and minced garlic should be enough to give it some flavor, but not so much that it will overpower whatever I turn the leftovers into. 

 I'm trying to avoid the grocery store this week. I know have enough in my pantry to make it to payday. It's time to learn creativity. 

EDIT/ADDENDUM: 

The bird seems to have done well in the oven. I think I was a bit heavy handed with the garlic. 

...

Nah, you can never have too much garlic. Wood taught me that.

You're stronger than you thought

And you're not as smart as you think you are.

Flicker::pictures

Styling::hair

Episode: One. As in Star Wars

Sexier: shoulders than you! 

Studious: Hopefully me. Class officially started today. Hooray Intertubes.

Mushroom: 1 up

8 minutes: run hard

Bald: uncles

Immunity: reality tv

Sectioned: oranges

(found here)

In other not-news...

I ran 1.5 miles today in 16 minutes. Not too shabby. I'm very proud of this run as it means I'm in better shape than I thought. And I had the discipline to keep running for the entire time. I now know that I can run three miles with no problem as long as I train smart. Smart is not historically something I've done well. Ask my parents, they'll tell you. 

I bought an already seasoned cast-iron indoor grill/griddle jobbie yesterday. I used it tonight to grill(!) some chicken. Verdict? I need more fans. Or to learn how to cook with less smoke emanating from said grill. Casa de Pooh looks alot smaller when the kitchen is filled with a light grey chicken smelling haze and the living room is quickly filling with the same. At least it wasn't burnt-food smoke. And the fire alarm was very forgiving, I really do appreciate that it didn't go off. The towel that is still hanging over the alarm might have something to do with that.

Mom, if you're reading this; the Christmas stockings you made me? They make excellent pot holders. Just in case you were wondering about the multi-taskablilty of your crafts. Wonder no more, now you know. 

And knowing is half the battle.

Dinner at 10pm

This is not a good idea. 

I cooked some rice, edamame, opened up a can of tuna and the bottle of ponzu sauce that's been sitting in my pantry since I moved in and ta-da! Dinner.

The best part is, besides it being a fairly decent off the cuff concoction, I've been learning how to cook smaller portions so fewer leftovers!

It's a good thing I went to blockbuster tonight. At least I have something (hopefully) interesting to watch while my dinner settles.  

Juh?

This is what the cable box told me after I started pushing buttons. 

I think I should go to bed. 

A warm place

I know I'm frustrated when I start looking at tattoos. 

The standard chick wisdom is that you never go to the salon after a break-up or when you're pissed-off at the world at large. The whole getting a tattoo when you're looking for direction falls into the same category of bad ideas. 

That's why I look. 

Thank Bob for the intertubes.