Friday, December 29, 2006

Happy Fucking New Year!

Hurray for Dead Ex-Presidents! Our Project Officer has allowed us to close on Tuesday! Woo hoo! 4 day weekend! Yippee!!!

And, I may just shut down the hotline a little early today too. I deserve it :-)

Hope you all have a Merry New Year!
A fabulicious 2007!

And, I'll type to you next Wednesday!

*many happy smooches of New Year's joy!*

Daruma. Daruma.

One of my Christmas presents from the parents this year was a daruma. I'm supposed to think of a wish (or a goal) and fill in one eye of the daruma. When that wish comes true (or that goal is accomplished), I fill in the other eye.

The only problem: I can't decide what to wish for (or what goal I want to attain).

What wish/goal do I have for the year that is *so* important that I need to invoke Japanese Buddhist rituals in order for it to happen?

Love?
Happiness?
Whirled Peas?
A new kitchen?
To finish the Never-Ending Sweater of DOOM?

I am at a loss. I've never been good at making important decisions.

Hm. I just realized that today will be my last day of blogging for 2006. What an interesting year it's been ...

*smooch*

Thursday, December 28, 2006

Melting into the Abyss of Boredom

You wanna see the cute yellow hat I made? Do ya? Do ya?
I made it over Xmas.
It's cute.
And yellow.
And when I say "yellow," I mean "YEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLOW."
I know you do.
Here 'tis:

Halfdome2

Last night, I made pizza bread. And burned the roof of my mouth on the molten cheese. Oops. I was hungry. And impatient. Sue me. I also have a couple of mouth ulcers forming. le ow! We hates the mouth ulcers. The swishing with the anti-plaque pre-brush rinse and the anti-bacterial minty post-brush mouthwash is not so fun with the burnt roof of the mouth and the couple of mouth ulcers. Flossing? Well, that's still OK.

Agenda for this evening: Melrose FUCKING Place!!! woot.

Doesn't look like I'll be knitting on the Never-ending Right Sleeve of Doom of the Never-ending Sweater of Doom as my request for aid has gone unheeded. *sniff*

I mean, really, what are you knitterpeople doing? Not blogging? At home enjoying your families? Not working? What up with that, knitterpeople? What. Up. With. That?

AND, I can't start any more knittens because I lost one of my #6 bamboo DPNs at my brother's house. So unfair. I make everyone's knittens but my own. THEN, I lose the DPN. BAH. Humbug.

At least Go Home Time is only 30 minutes or so away. *woot*

The List

I. am. so. bored.

If this workday moved any slower, it would be going backwards.

To help pass the time, I compiled a list of movies I want to see ... that way, if any of you want to take me out, you'll have some ideas. Aren't I clever?

Here they are in no particular order:

Dreamgirls
Volver
Notes on a Scandal
The Queen
Curse of the Golden Flower
The History Boys
Children of Men
The Last King of Scotland

Now, I will sit by my phone and wait for the date invites to pour in. Don't delay! My schedule books quickly!

In completely unrelated news, Whole Foods 365 brand Organic Jasmine White Tea is not very delicious.

With Morning Comes Thinkiness

While brushing my teeth this morning, I was overcome with thinkiness ... which is always a dangerous thing for me to do, especially early (or in this case, since I was running late, not so early) in the morning.

The topic of this thinkiness: Americanism and the "Enemy" Culture. First of all, let me be clear in stating that I am not a historian. I've had all of about 3 history courses in my life [9th Grade American History, and Western Civ: Beginning of Time to the Middle Ages or Whatever and this very cool History Study Tour, which was a 3 week bus tour covering East Coast Revolutionary and Civil War sites in college].

However, even given that I know relatively little about American History, it seems that nearly every major era of our history is defined by having an "enemy." If one enemy is vanquished, another rises to fill the void. The example I was thinking of this morning while trying not to swallow more toothpaste was how rapidly radical Islamists have replaced baby-eating communists after the end of the Cold War.

Is there something about American Culture that needs an enemy? Or that creates enemies where none should be? OK, People Thinkier Than I, discuss ... I'm going to blab on about something not nearly as thinky now:

KNITTING!

As some of you know, I have resumed work on the Never-ending Sweater of Doom. Last night, I finished the cuff of the Never-ending Right Sleeve of Doom. I managed to decipher this line of instructions:

P1 row and inc 12 sts evenly spaced across row (50 sts).

And, can I just tell you? Making one stitch purlwise was FUCKING difficult. I'm not quite sure I did it all right. There is a little hole in two or three spots. But, whatever. It's not like I'm going to undo all that for two or three little holes.

After doing that and the next two rows (which were easy - yay). I'm now STUCK. The instructions read:

Keeping pattern as established [which if you must know is (RS) P2, work (K10, P2) across and (WS) K2, (P10, K2) across], inc 1 at beg and end of next row, then every 3 rows 26 times (104 sts), working added sts in pattern.

Does this mean to increase at the very beginning and end of the row? How do you do that? I know how to Make 1 stitch, but my book says you can't do that at the beginning/end of a row. It has to be at least 1 stitch in. And how do you work it in pattern? HOW? GAH! And, does "every 3 rows" mean there should be 3 rows between each increased row, or the increase is made on every third row (so 2 rows between each increased row, right?)?

Hm. After awhile "row" starts to look like a really funny word.

Stupid Never-ending Sweater of Doom.

*smooch*

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Oh, Joy. Oh, Rapture.

My one man shopping tour de force continues unabated.

Today, during my lunch break, I purchased something I have always wanted!

The Cooking bible, The Joy of Cooking - 75th Anniversary Edition. I needed a good cooking resource, one that explains that cumin and cardamon are different spices. Now, cumin and coriander ... I'm not so sure.

Over my Xmas visit with the fam, we were talking about cooking. My mother didn't know how to cook when she married my dad. She bought (or was given?) the red and white checked Better Homes and Gardens Cookbook. She only made recipes from that book, following them exactly. Only later did she realize that she could reduce measurements to make smaller serving sizes. Poor Dad having to eat a week of Spaghetti - serves 8!

40+ years later, Mom still has that cookbook in her kitchen, and she still follows recipes to the letter (although she does know how to reduce the measurements now). I remember watching her make cookies awhile back. The recipe said it made 4 dozen cookies. So, she before spooning the batter into balls, she took the batter and divided it into 48 equal parts.

"Don't you think that's a little weird," I asked.

"What's weird," she responded.

"Nevermind."

I, on the otherhand, am a bit of a freehand cook. I like to substitute and make up recipes in my head. Of course, this usually means I have problems recreating dishes that I like. It's also one of the reasons I don't enjoy baking: It's too precise.

Now, at least, I'll have a reference when I need it. YAY!

It's the Song of Peace

Last night, I drove to Target. Normally, I love the Target. Last night, not so much. It was crowded, filled to the brim with pushy self-important MetroArea-ians shoving their gigantic carts overflowing with 50% off Christmas decorations and wrapping paper and cards and various other assorted Xmas sundries. The Spirit of Christmas apparently dies on Christmas Day. People's true natures shine forth.

I loaded my cart with that which I needed: 38 lbs of kitty litter, 2 bags of cat food, toilet paper, mouthwash, lotion for extra dry skin, and Bette Midler. Not the real Bette Midler. She's not for sale at Target. But, I decided to treat myself to her Xmas CD, Cool Yule, after reading a positive review on Rebel Prince's blog last week (or was it the week before?).

I drove home. Traffic. Cars. See above re: MetroArea-ians. I stopped off to gas up the rental. I unloaded the car and hopped a bus to exciting, hip, happening Downtown Silver Spring. The bus was free ... which kind of pissed me off. Back when Mike was cat-sitting, I bought him a 20 trip bus pass. He kept forgetting to use it. Then, he forgot to give it back to me until last week. It still has about 15 trips on it, but it expires on Dec. 31. I'm trying to take the bus everywhere to get my money's worth. AND, when the bus is FREE, it doesn't help me.

I suppose it is really stupid of me to complain about that, but ... whatever.

Anyway, I met my friend and former co-worker, Dana, and some of her friends at Austin Grill for a drink. I missed happy hour by 5 minutes. I looked at the bartender and said, "Come on. It's Christmas." He just stared back at me blankly. Doofus. It was good catching up with Dana (Hi, Dana!). She and her friends when to eat at Macaroni Grill (yuck), and I returned home (by bus) after stopping off at the likker store to pick up a bottle (OK, two bottles) of wine.

Once home, I cracked open one of the bottles, reheated leftover soup, popped in a Melrose Place DVD, and cast on the Never-ending Right Sleeve of Doom of the Never-ending Sweater of Doom. This sleeve is going to be trick.y. There are several parts of the instructions that me no understand. Once I get the cuff knitted, I may be blogging for help. HELP.

I went to bed around 11. As I lay there in the dark, I felt this overwhelming sense of loneliness. I don't know. Maybe I was thinking about last year. And how happy (or deluded?) I was and comparing it to this year. Or maybe I was forecasting the future. No matter, it felt like there was a clamp on my heart. My chest hurt. I felt empty. I cried myself to sleep.

I feel better this morning. Every now and then, a good cry helps :-)

I returned the car at 7:30. Bought myself some coffee and a cinnamon crunch bagel from Panera and steeled myself for Day 2 of the Slowest Work Week of the Year.

*many happy smooches of joy*

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

When I'm bored ...

I shop.
Or so it would seem.

Today, I have purchased:

2 pairs of corduroys from J Crew (Winter Sale - extra 25% off!):
these (in dark straw) ... and these (in dark chocolate) ... or maybe the former are chocolate and the latter are straw? I can't remember.

and

1 half-price calendar from BN.com: here.

Clearly, I either need to find some other way to spend my time or I need a higher credit limit.

If I Were Any More Bored ...

I'd be a 2 x 4.

12:30. I have finished the weekly report and sent it to our project officer. I have eaten lunch (half a Chipotle burrito). I have paid my bills. I have RSVP'ed to a party. I have balanced my checkbook. I have paraded naked down the office hallway. I have received one (1) work-related phone call.

I may let the underlings leave at 3:30 ... depending upon how generous I feel.

Right now, I'm feeling a little cranky. Not so generous. Maybe that will change once the lunchtime dose of caffeine kicks in.

But, I doubt it.

Back to the Grind

My Christmas Day was fairly uneventful.
I got up around 8, and hit the road around 8:45.
The drive was pretty miserable. I rained the whole way. And, it rained hard.
Fortunately, traffic wasn't too bad.
Once I got to within 30 miles of DC, traffic started to get really gross.
Fortunately, the HOV lanes were open to all traffic and hardly anyone was using them.
It was like I had my own private road.
I decided to take the HOV lanes all the way into DC instead of exiting onto the Beltway (which looked PACKED).
After a few wrong turns in the District, I headed up North Capitol and made it home before 2PM.
Not too shabby.
PsychoKitty Isabella seemed happy to see me. Lots of meowing and purring and rubbing and giving forth of the Vomit of Joy.

I unloaded the car, unpacked, made a snack, and set up my NEW 26" LCD TV.

Then, I spent the rest of the day/evening, drinking martinis, eating leftovers, and watching Season One of Melrose Fucking Place!

I also finished the front panel of the Neverending Sweater of Doom. I don't think I did the neckybit correctly, but it *looks* OK. I think. We'll see how it looks when I have to knit the collar.

I only have the two sleeves, the seaming, and the collar left to go. At this rate, I may actually finish before 2008!

Work is slow.

Tonight, I'm going to make a run to Target. Yay! I have to buy big bags of cat food and kitty litter. And ... I don't know ... lots of other stuff! The rental car needs to be returned tomorrow morning before work. Fun times.

Probably more later ...

*smooches*

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

As I suffered, hungoveredly, on the sofa this afternoon, I thought about my Christmas Wishes for my friends ...

Not that Christmas Wishes are things I traditionally make.

However, let's cast that aside for a moment as I try to verbalize the things I wish ...

For those of you who are in love, I wish that it lasts.
For those of you who want love, I wish that it finds you.
For those of you who are happy, I wish that your happiness never ends.
For those of you who aren't happy, I wish that happiness will embrace you.

And, as I write about my Christmas Wishes for you, I realize ... they are wishes for myself as well.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.
Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.
Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself
A merry little Christmas now.

I'll be getting up early tomorrow and hitting the road. Driving. Gah.
I hope your Christmas Day will be much more entertaining.

*Merry Christmas smooches*

Young'uns

*woot*

After a fun dinner with some of my brother's friends, we decided to go out for a few drinks. I realized that I had forgotten my ID at home.

I was denied entrance into not one ... but ... yes, TWO bars.

I may be fucking 36 years old, but -apparently- I still look UNDER 21!

yay.

So, we went home to drink.

I am very drunk.
Yet, am sleeping alone. sigh.
Where are all the fun gay people?


*smooch*

Friday, December 22, 2006

Ho Ho Ho

Conversation while playing cards:

Vuboq: I guess that's how he and his friends relieved stress during graduate school.
Vuboq's Mom: How did you relieve stress?
Vuboq: Frequent masturbation.

*stunned. silence.*

Lessee ... This morning, we got up around 8ish. Had coffee and began to open presents. Everyone loved their knitted goods (naturally) and the Girlfriend liked the little makeup bag I got her. (Yay).

The hightlights of this year's haul:

1. Cute pottery crockpot with a glaze I *heart* [It's the same glaze as this coffee mug.]
2. 26" Sylvania Digital LCD TV *woot* ... although I have to pay for part of it ... but whatever. New TV! WOOT!
3. Season One of Melrose Place on DVD. Did you hear that? Season One! Melrose! Fucking! Place! WOO HOO!!!

Now you know what I'll be doing on Xmas Day after driving back to DC - watching MP on my new TeeeeeeeeeVeeeeeeeeeee!

Unless I decide to go have a round or two at Halo.

After opening presents and eating breakfast, the parents and I went to the store. I couldn't exchange my shirt, because they didn't have it in a medium. Gah. I may go to the mall tomorrow to see if they have it in that size. If not, maybe I can try to shrink it a bit in the dryer or something. I ended up buying 2 IZOD sweaters (one in red, one in blue) for $15 each (regular price: $55). BARGAIN!

Came back. Knitted. Chatted. Ate cheese and crackers. Ate dinner (the brother grilled out). Played cards.

The parents leave tomorrow. I don't know what the brother and I will do for two more days, but I'm sure it will involve lots of vodka. *woot!*

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Christmas Eve

Maybe it isn't really Christmas Eve, but my family is celebrating Christmas tomorrow ... having coffee and Christmas bread while we open presents and laugh at the gifts in our stockings.

I don't know about other families, but our stockings have always been stuffed with practical gifts. Things like dental floss. And chapstick. And deodorant. I guess that's a little odd. Or is it? Maybe the rest of you get things like that in your stockings too?

Seriously, I am kind of hoping for some new Mach 3 razor blades. Those fuckers are expensive.

I spent most of the day today knitting (I'm almost finished another cute hat! If you look good in yellow, let me know, and I'll think about sending it to you) and watching the ST:Voyager marathon on Spike. Hurrah for cable TV! I so love the Captain Janeway.

My brother and I met his v. pregnant friend for lunch. Thai food. Yum. I was supposed to meet one of my college friends, who was planning to drive through on her way to Raleigh/Durham. However, she did not make the trip today. Perhaps we'll meet up this weekend.

Oh. I was going to exchange the SUPERCUTE Tommy shirt Isa gave me for Xmas. BUT, I was waiting for Lori ... who never came. GAH. The shirt is too big, and I must exchange it here, because Belk Stores don't exist in DC. I hope they have the same color in my size. Because a) it's SUPERCUTE and 2) I will look EVEN SUPERCUTER (if that's possible) when I wear it!

The parents arrived around 3:30ish. We talked. Ate dinner. Played cards. And, now, will be heading to bed soon.

No other news. I like being with my family, but I am very much missing my cute little apartment and my psychokitty and my friends.

*happy winter solstice smooches*

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

I Drove. Therefore, I Am.

I'm blogging from the brother's abode in sunny funny Greensboro, NC. His next door neighbor's gave their "differently abled" son (I think he might have Down's Syndrome?) a set of bongos for Xmas.

Bongos.
I'm hearing them through the wall.
Since I got here.

I'm beginning to feel like I'm in King Kong ... if only Adrien Brody would come rescue me.

This morning, I was hungover. Curse be the 2-for-1 happy hour specials at Halo. Curse them. Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurse them!

But, love them as well.

I managed to pick up the rental [red. Ford. Focus.] on time - 10AM and finished packing and cleaning and leaving out kitty food and hitting the road by a little before 11.

I have no idea if any of the clothes I brought match. Stupid late night drunk packing. I also think I brought a suitcase full of dirty clothes. Odd. I will need to do laundry at some point though.

The drive? It was insane. Have I mentioned I hate driving? The other cars? The bumpy road? The neverending whine of a rental car engine? The traffic accidents which cause a highway parking lot for approximately 45 minutes. Oh, southbound I-95, how I love thee. Let me count the ways. Hm... I don't love thee at all.

I made it to Isa's house at 3:30. We chatted. She gave me a really cute shirt for Xmas. I gave her rosemary. No parsley, sage, or thyme, though. I'll also eventually be knitting her something ... but she no like the wool and the wool is all I have right now. I shall make her something from the cotton. Next year. Perhaps in January.

We met some of her friends at a local Mexican eatery. Spinach enchiladas. Yum.

Then, before food coma completely set in, I drove the hour+ to the brother's. It was SCARY. lots of weird turns onto trickly little roads. But somehow I made it. Alive. Unharmed.

We watched Sarah Silverman's Jesus is Magic (and HE IS!). Drank beer. Now, the bed, it beckons.

Perhaps, I shall update again later. Perhaps not.

*many happy smooches of joy* I arrived in NC safely. And I don't have to drive again for five more days. *woot!*

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

It's Like Riding a Bicycle, Right?

A few words to the wise: If you happen to be on the roads between Silver Spring, MD; Durham, NC; and Greensboro, NC, between the hours of, oh, let's say, 11AM and 8PM tomorrow, be alert. Yes, that boring rental car barreling down the highway will be me.

I'm not saying I'm a *bad* driver. In fact, I like to think I'm pretty good. I have never had a speeding ticket* or a (major) accident**, and I've been driving for over twenty years. TWENTY. YEARS. Fuck, that's a long time.

Of course, in the last 11 or so of those years, I've driven a car about two times a year (on average). Fortunately, tt's not like one forgets how to drive a car. They don't switch the brake and the gas pedals every couple of years ... or do they? Brake is on the left, right?

ANYWAY, wish me good driving luck! Have a Merry Xmas ... or other Winter Holiday of Your Choice.

*SMOOOOOOOOOOCHES*

*Two "warnings," though, during my crazy college years. Thank the GayProf that I had (have?) a sweet, innocent face. "Why, no, Officer, I had no idea the speed limit on this road had recently changed." *smile*

**Once when I was 16 or 17, I backed the family station wagon into a snowy ravine. Oops. No one was hurt. No other cars were involved ... other than the tow truck. And, best not to mention the scary nearly hydroplaning into a jack-knifed 18-wheeler early one dark and foggy Valentine's morning my Senior year of high school.

Miz USA Not a Drunken Ho Sez Trump

CNN.com reports: Miss USA Not Fired!

*woot!*

But she will be entering rehab, and that, my pretties (and my thinkies), is where your career is MADE!

Well, either there, or betwixt the pages of Penthouse magazine. [Hello, Vanessa Williams, we're looking at YOU!]

Hm ... CNN doesn't mention her making out with Miss Teen USA.

*sigh* I would give my right eye for a MISS USA! LESBIAN! LIPLOCK! TEEN SCANDAL!! headline on CNN. Really. I would. I guess they don't go for sensationalism. *cough*

Meat-Free Monday: Stew? Who Knew?

Moorish Stew

Look! Moorish Stew! Kind of like what they make at Jaleo [my favorite restaurant, for those of you interested in buying me a gift certificate. It's almost Christmas, y'know!].

I found the recipe online somewhere. And, after learning that cardamon isn't the same thing as cumin, I had to make a few "adjustments."

Here's the real recipe [I made a half-recipe and some changes, which are in red]:

1/2 lb. dried chickpeas, soaked in water overnight (1 can of cooked chickpeas, drained)
(1.5 cans of water)
1 head garlic (about 5 cloves of garlic)
1 bay leaf
2 medium-sized onions, 1 whole and
1 diced (1 onion, dice half and cut the other half into large chunks)
6 Tbs. extra virgin olive oil, preferably Spanish (I forgot to measure how much olive oil I used)
1 large tomato, coarsely chopped
1 heirloom tomato, also coarsely chopped
1 tsp. paprika (um. chili powder, I just shook it over the pan until it looked right)
1 tsp. ground cumin (curry powder. as above.)
1 lb. spinach, cleaned and stemmed
Salt to taste
4 slices baguette, toasted and trimmed into rounds (Whole Foods whole wheat crostini things)

1. Drain chickpeas, and put into a saucepan with water to cover, adding garlic, bay leaf, and a whole onion. Cook over medium heat for about 1 hour, keeping chickpeas always covered with water; until chickpeas are tender. (Using canned chickpeas cuts the cooking time, which is why I cut the onion into chunks. I probably heated for about 15-25 minutes?)

2. Meanwhile, heat olive oil in a skillet over medium heat, and saute diced onion until soft, for about 5 minutes. Add tomato, paprika and cumin, and saute for 2 minutes to incorporate flavors. Remove from heat and set aside to cool to room temperature. Put onion mixture into blender, and process until smooth. Add blended mixture to chickpeas. Continue cooking until chickpeas are very, very soft. (I probably followed this almost exactly ... well except for the paprika and cumin parts and waiting for the mixture to cool to room temperature.)

3. Add spinach, and cook until spinach turns a darker green and wilts. Add salt to taste. Place in a bowl, garnish with toast rounds and serve. (I also added the coarsely chopped heirloom tomato when I added the spinach. And I garnished with the crostini things.)

In other news, today is my last day of work for the week! HAHAHAHAHA! Tomorrow I drive to NC. I will probably not be blogging until I get back after Xmas. Try not to miss me too much.

*smooches*

Monday, December 18, 2006

The EPA Bows to Corporate Influence

Under the Toxic Substances Control Act, there is an every 4 year report [soon to become an every 5 year report] that chemical manufacturers must file if they manufacture (and/or import) over 25000 pounds of a chemical substance during the year preceding the report due date. Reports are due to EPA between August 25 and December 23.

Three years ago, EPA published an amendment to the rule which eased some requirements, but also required manufacturers of specific previously exempted chemicals (such as inorganic chemicals) to report and required additional reporting for manufacturers who produce more than 300000 pounds of a chemical substance.

Since that time, EPA has published numerous announcements. They have held countless workshops. They have created an online computer program to make reporting easier and more accessible.

We received a lot of calls asking if EPA would grant an extension. We referred those callers to our EPA technical contact. But, I really wanted to ask these people ... what have you been doing? How can you be a chemical manufacturer and be ignorant of the regulations concerning those chemicals? And how is a THREE MONTH reporting period a hardship?

5 days before the deadline, they have caved. The new deadline will be March 23, 2007. GAH!

If I were EPA, I would have no sympathy. Report by the December 23rd or be fined, bitches.

[and, please note, my correct use of the subjunctive mood. I *heart* the subjunctive mood.]

For Behold, Darkness Shall Cover the Earth

What a weekend!

Friday, I met Mike and Darryl for happy hour at BeBar. I don't really like BeBar. So, after one drink, Darryl left and Mike and I went to Halo ... where we happened to see Whitey White Whiterson, the boring suburban-looking man with bad shoes who I saw last week and on whom I am beginning to have a crush. I had decided that the next time I saw him I would go up and say hi.

However, before I could do that [I had just seen him and realized "Ooh, it's Whitey White Whiterson"] someone else [who is not nearly as cute as I] swooped in and began chatting him up. Then, they disappeared upstairs. The only bright spot was after about one drink, I saw WWW leave as the Not Nearly As Cute As I Guy tried to follow, was stopped, then just gave him his phone number. I say, NNACAIG struck out. HA! WWW still secretly pines for me.

I am a bit perplexed by this crush. Normally, I don't crush on boring white suburban-looking guys in bad shoes. What's happening to me?

ANYWAY, after our 2 drinks at Halo, Mike and I were v. drunk. Mike was beginning to call everyone "babydoll" again. So, we went for food at Luna Cafe. Then, we went back to his house and watched TV. I fell asleep on the sofa. He woke me up around 1 and we went up to bed.

There was no sex.

I keep getting drunk and he keeps refusing to take advantage of me. What up with that?

Saturday morning, he made yummy breakfast tacos with homemade tortillas. I left for my apartment around noon. Once home, I blobbed around and knitted some. I eventually left for Kristen's Christmas Party around 5:30.

The party was fun. The food, as usual, was fabulicious. We ate. We drank. We watched the Simpsons Christmas DVD. I got home around 1:30. Stupid parties in Virginia. gah.

Sunday, I got up, knitted, watched a DVD. Mike called around 1 and we arranged to meet at 2ish to go to some Holiday Market near Chinatown. Mike's former roommate, visiting from Richmond, also joined us. After wandering in the market, we walked down to Austin Grill for a late lunch, early dinner. Spinach enchiladas! Margaritas! Woot!

After eating, we decided to walk around looking at holiday decorations. We ended up at the White House and viewing that hideous creation known as the White House Christmas Tree. Ugh. Although, at least this year it wasn't blue. Still. Gross.

Then, we walked to the US Capitol. That tree was a little better. The nearby National Botanic Gardens had a little electric train display up. We walked over to look at that. It was cute.

Then, I went home, where I knitted and watched DVDs. Sometimes I wonder if I do anything else.

I have a TWO DAY workweek this week. Woo hoobity hoo! It will probably be the two longest days EVER.

Updated to note: Don't forget it's Meat-Free Monday. Do your part for the environment by enjoying a delicious meat-free meal!

Friday, December 15, 2006

Boozy Egg Noggy Goodness

Our office Xmas Luncheon was today - food catered from Maggiano's, a "family style" Italian joint. One of my co-workers always brings "special" homemade egg nog.

Having a slight buzz at 2PM? Not all that great. I want to be REALLY rude to all the stupid people who are calling in through the hotline. Bastards.

Maybe I should get some more egg nog.

As an aside, Christina Aguilera's Get Mine, Get Yours was playing on my iTunes a few minutes ago. For some reason, I always hear:

"living in my new kitchen," instead of

"lemme get mine, you'll get yours."

What are some of your favorite misheard lyrics?
Discuss ...

I'm going to get more egg nog.

But Who May Abide the Day of His Coming

*heh* "coming" *heh*

PERVY MONKEY! *slap*

Lesseee ... the rundown of my last night ...

Met Matt and his friend whose name I've already forgotten at Teaism. I was a little late. Matt was "anxious," because of something to do with his visa. So, he wasn't as personable as he usually is. Alas. I'm sure the whole visa process is frustrating and anxiety-laden. Better him than I, eh? Still, good to see him before the holidays, and hopefully he will be headed over to Scotland soon. *fingers crossed*

Once I got home, I called Mike to see what time we should meet for the concert at the National Cathedral tonight. And, he was, like, "Oh... that ... we'll ... you see ... I forgot to buy tickets and now Brian doesn't want to go, so I'm not buying tickets."

What?

I'm OK with not going; however, I'm a little peeved that they made this unilateral decision for the group. AND, Mike called me at about 3PM yesterday and said, "I wanted to check to make sure you still wanted to go, because I'm calling now to buy the tickets."

What happened when he hung up the phone? I find it so hard to believe that someone can be *that* forgetful.

Of course, it's times like this, when I step back, take a deep breath, and THANK THE EVER-LOVING LORD OF ALL that we are no longer dating.

Instead, we are going to happy hour somewhere ... hopefully Halo, but probably *shudder* Cobalt, because "Brian doesn't like Halo." How can you not like Halo? What's not to like about yummy drinks at 2-for-1 prices?

I ate dinner - a martini and a veggie burger. Then, I watched DVDs and knitted. I am practically finished with the last pair of Christmas knittens- only the thumb of the right knitten and then weaving in all the ends. *woot*

*Happy Friday smooches*

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Thus Saith the Lord

We have reached Day 4 of All Messiah All the Time and *still* no co-workers have complained.

I must be doing something wrong. Perhaps I should crank up the volume ...

Or start singing along.

For lunch today I am eating a bag of potato chips. Kettle Chips: Tuscan Three Cheese: Mediterranean VACATION in a bag! woo hoo!

Tres. Healthy.

At least they're better than the feet-like Cheddar Beer flavor (gag). (sorry, Billy.)

Oh, tonight, I'm going to Teaism in Penn Quarter to meet Bellringer Mike's boyfriend. If you remember, BRM is the guy I was going to meet in Glasgow, but his visa didn't come through in time. He's there now though. But, the boyfriend's visa is stuck somewhere in a quagmire of red tape and paperwork. Joy.

Then, I'm going home. To knit, natch.

*smooches*

Behold, A Virgin Shall Conceive; O Thou That Tellest Good Things to Zion

Presents. Wrapped.

I still need to buy ribbon to tie around the rosemary I've rooted from the one in our front yard for various family and friends.

I should finish the final knitten today ... if all goes according to my evil plan, that is. And, all of my Christmas crap will be done! YAY!

Well, at least most of it.

I had a very weird dream early this morning. I was in a Japanese post office buying stamps. The clerk asked me how many stamps I needed. I said, "seven." She brought out international airmail stamps for letters, but I told her that I needed international airmail stamps for postcards.

The weirdest thing was that this conversation was all in Japanese and -if I remember my Japanese correctly- both the clerk and I used the wrong counting word* for stamps. We used ko (which is for small things) instead of mai (which is for flat things). But, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it's OK to use ko for stamps. I can't remember.

*Counting words: The Japanese language doesn't have plurals. Instead, you say the number plus the proper counting word. There are counting words for all sorts of things - flat things (mai); long, thin things (hon); small things (ko); tall, cylindrical things, like beer bottles (hai); etc. etc. etc. So, if you want 3 (san) pieces of paper you would ask for san-mai. Yes. It's weird. And I was constantly using the wrong counting word for things. Oops.

Anyway, I've been thinking a bit about how I'm spending the holidays this year. Because my father has to be at a tiny mountain church in far western NC, my family is meeting at my brother's apartment in Greensboro and celebrating "Christmas" on Friday the 22nd. I will hang out at my brother's place for the weekend and drive back Christmas morning.

I figure I can get an early start and not have to deal with icky traffic at that time.

Unfortunately, this means that -unless I can find other friends who will be around- I will be spending Christmas Day alone. I don't think I've ever spent Christmas Day alone. When I lived in Japan, I had to work on Christmas Day. That was odd; however, after work, I was able to spend the evening with a group of friends.

Last week, at brunch, I learned my friend, Barbara, has to work on Christmas Day (until about 6?), so maybe I'll be able to meet her. Or maybe I'll just go to Halo and hang out with all the other drunk and alone soy-drinking gays. Or maybe I will revel in my aloneness, drinking martinis, eating pizza, and knitting on the Neverending Sweater of Doom. And, thinking about my friends whose aloneness was not a choice.

*hugs*

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

His Yoke is Easy

Over easy, actually. Sunnyside up.
On toast.
With a side of soysage [It makes you GAY!]!

I am a bad supervisor.

The quarterly update of our contact list is due on the 15th and I haven't even distributed the assignments to the staff yet. I suppose I'll make up some crap to my boss explaining why it's late ... some crap that doesn't involve "I'm lazy and suck." In fact, the crap will probably be along the lines of, "Because of the holidays, we aren't able to get in contact with many people on the list to verify their information."

That seems plausible.

Maybe if I didn't hate the job so much I would be more motivated ... maybe.

My yoke is not easy.
Nor overeasy.
Nor sunnyside up.
Nor served with soysage [It makes you GAY!]!

Speaking of food ... what do I want for dinner tonight? I have no food at the house. I must stop by the Whole Foods on the way home anyway because this morning I ran out of every single toiletry I use and Safeway does not sell the brand of toothpaste I like [Toms of Maine Cinnamon Clove - spicy!].

My other plans for tonight are as follows:

Finish the knittens.
Wrap the presents.
Do the laundry.
Drink the booze.
Watch the DVDs.

*woot*

Important Breaking Announcement

I just noticed that I've had over 20000 hits.

That is all.

Rejoice Greatly, O Daughter of Zion

*sigh*

Last night, I finished my brother's scarf. I watched lots of Harry Potter movies. I drank a martini. I ate leftovers - which were extrafabulicious, because I added soy crumbles (They Make You GAY!), soy sauce, and more chili garlic sauce to my tofu, spinach and mushroom creation. Yum. I worked on a new pair of knittens.

And, that was my exciting evening.

This morning, on my walk to work in the cold, gray rain, I reflected on a dream I had last night in which I was sitting on John's front porch. Waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And that was it. I'm going to assume that it is my subconcious trying to deal with him being in Iraq.

Thoughts of John naturally turned to thoughts of sex ... and how I haven't had any in quite some time. I laughed as I thought, "Hell, I could practically reclaim my virginity." I wonder if there is a specified time period in which, if you haven't had sex, you could start calling yourself a virgin again ... and how long would that time period have to be? A month? A year? A few years? Hm ...



I want to ramble on about long-term relationships and sex, but I think I'm going to hold off on that for awhile ... at least until I get my thoughts sorted.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

StickSteven 2006. Unveiled. Uncensored.

I am attempting to post my annual StickSteven Year in Review Xmas Letter here. Hopefully, you will be able to click on the photo to embiggen. If not, please send me an email and I will send the picture to you :-)

*many happy smooches of StickSteven joy*

ps. Marve, check out the fabulously drawn toilet (and sofa)!!!

And the Glory of the Lord

Yes, it's a Messiah morning, again ... as it probably will be for the rest of the week. I likes Messiah.

Unfortunately, there is no Meat-Free Monday photo for you today, because I went to Mike's last night and he made his super yummy veggie pizza. Mmmm. Then, we watched the finale of America's Next Top Model. Yay! Fun times.

And, that was pretty much my evening.

Something weird happened with our work email yesterday. Suddenly, a whole bunch of old messages were sent out (from as far back as August). I don't know if these were messages that were previously sent or if they were never sent. Ah! The mysterious internet! It eats the email and it regurgitates the email.

The other weird thing that happened last night was this:

On my walk home from work, I walk past a middle school. Last night, 2 early teenage girls were standing at the bus stop, ocassionally running into the street. As I approached, the smallest of the two stepped out in front of me. I started to walk around her, and she reached up and snapped her fingers right in front of my face.

Weird. So, what did I do? I'll give you a multiple choice quiz:

A. I turned, glared angrily, and said, "I was going to say something, but you're not worth the effort."
B. I turned, glared, pulled out my cell phone, and pretended to call the Police Non-emergency number.
C. I turned, glared, pulled out my cell phone, and called the Police Non-emergency number.
D. I turned, glared, pulled out my plastic knife, and said, "You really shouldn't challenge strangers, because you never know when they'll be armed and crazy."

What would you do?

Monday, December 11, 2006

Christmas Spirits ...

and the title of this entry reminded me of the song "Kindred Spirits" from Anne of Green Gables, the Musical! [Yes, I'm a freak. I'm OK with that.]

So, I've been singing "Christmas Spirits" to that tune the way I remember "Anne" singing it when my junior high school produced the musical ... with a heavily accented final syllable - Christ-mas Spi-RUTS! Christ-mas Spi-RUTS!

Even though some people, don't particularly care for the holidays (and you know who you are), I love them ... not as much as I love my FAVORITE holiday [St. Patrick's Day], though.

I love all the candy and cakes and pies ...
And getting Xmas cards ...
And singing carols (badly) ...
And listening to Neil Diamond sing Xmas songs ...
And drinking. Lots. Lots and lots of drinking.

Which brings us to the point of this post:

Egg nog? Rum or bourbon.
Discuss.

For Unto Us a Child is Born

I'm listening to my Messiah CD ... I think track ten on disc 1 (For unto us a child is born) is my favorite. I mean, who doesn't love "The Hallelujah Chorus" ... but, I remember playing this part in concert band. The alto sax played the viola part of the song and *fuck* it was difficult. 16th note city, babydoll. *whew*

The feeling of accomplishment after making it through that section without fucking up was amazing.

Anyway, my weekend was SuperFantastic. Yes, it was. Mm-hmm. [Ha. That reminds me of my Chinese students. They would always make the 'mm-hm' sound after verbally agreeing to something.]

Although, I have now solemnly sworn *not* to attend 3 holiday events in one weekend ever again. Friday's happy hour was fun. Tomoko, Robert, Darryl, and his friend visiting from NYC joined me at Halo for a couple of rounds of drinks. Later, Tomoko, Robert and I met Mike for dinner at Thai Tanic. Yum. After dinner, Tomoko and Robert went home and I headed over to Mike's to watch DVDs. On the way, we stopped at Safeway. I called Darryl, and, according to Mike, I was talking too loudly.

We got into a little argument about it. Basically, he said I was being loud on the phone and when he mentioned it, I got louder. [I don't remember him mentioning it. I also think I was talking in a normal voice and that the store was fairly quiet making it seem louder]. And that everyone was staring. I said he was embarassed because people could tell we were gay.

Of course, that made him launch into a long lecture about how that wasn't true.

So, instead of going to watch movies, I left him at his doorstep and went home. He called a few minutes later telling me to come back because it was cold out [How come he never did that when we were "dating?"]. I was already on the bus, but I wouldn't have come back anyway. I was in drunk and stubborn mode.

Saturday morning, I was tres hungover. I spent most of the day blobbing around the house. I called Mike and apologized ... not because I thought I was wrong, but for being argumentative and stubborn. Around 6, I started getting ready for my second holiday event - a party thrown by Michelle's friend. We got to the party around 9. It was a lot of fun - full of friendly (and unfortunately straight) former Peace Corps volunteers. Drunk do-gooders. Woot! The coolest bit was being able to re-connect with my friends, Michelle and Laura, who I haven't seen in AGES. I left the party around 12:30 or 1. I called Mike, who was at another Xmas Party with Tomoko and Robert, to see if they wanted to meet up somewhere.

Originally, they did, but 5 minutes later, Mike called back and said everyone was tired and wanted to go home. Fortunately, he called before I was on the train and committed to going to Dupont Circle. I got home around 2, I guess.

Sunday morning, I wasn't nearly as hungover (woo hoo for increasing alcohol tolerance!). I headed out around noon to go to Barbara's brunch. It was full of yet another interesting DC type - the schmoozy State Department employee. Drunk and fun, but for an entirely different reason: Asking them all sorts of fun questions, like as a liberal Democrat, what's it like working for an administration that is the ideological opposite to what you believe? And how do you justify supporting and promoting its policies?

*heh*

Yeah. They loved me.

I did meet a really cute guy at the party. He pinged on the gaydar ... however, my gaydar is notoriously faulty ... and he mentioned an ex-girlfriend at one point ... oh, well. I'm going to scour the evite for his email address though (just in case). We talked for most of the time I was there.

I left the party around 3 or so, and hit the U and 14th shopping corridor. I had to buy a present for my brother's girlfriend, who I've met once. I have no idea what she likes, so I picked up a little makeup-like bag at Go Mama Go. It's made of recycled grocery bags.

On the way home, I stopped off at Whole Foods to buy ingredients for dinner. I ended up making a Chinese-inspired dish: pan-fried tofu with spinach and mushrooms in chili garlic sauce. Surprisingly yummy, considering I invented it on the fly. I may have the leftovers tonight for Meat-Free Monday [Do your part for the environment by enjoying a meat-free meal today!]. Although Mike and I talked about going over to his place tonight after work to watch the ANTM finale. If that happens, I'll probably have dinner over there.

*Happy Monday smooches*

Friday, December 08, 2006

The Weekend. It is almost upon us.

1 hour to go! WOO HOO!

Then, Holiday Happy Hour at Halo. It's 4H time ... just without the cows and shit.

WOOT!

The rest of my weekend plans:
Saturday: Holiday party somewhere out in the wilds of Virginia
Sunday: Holiday brunch in DC

YAY! Par-TAY!

I will also be knitting, shopping, and ANTM finale watching (hopefully).

Have a superfantastic weekend, my pretties!

Fa-La-La-La-La-La-La-La-La

My Christmas Cards are DONE!
(mostly)
HUZZAH!

And mailed!
(except for the international ones and the ones which will be included in packages ... and they'll be mailed on Monday. most likely)
HURRAH!

Now, I will sit back and wait for the accolades to roll in. And, the Xmas Cards from people to whom I didn't send Xmas cards. And, there will be the "I didn't send him/her a card" guilt.

I hates that guilt. Not that I will send a card later ... but, still, I hates the guilt.

Meanwhile, the day drags on and I have nothing to do. *sigh*

Special Note to Chelsea: My company's Evil Firewall of Doom has decided to start blocking your site as a "games" site. GAH! Fortunately, I can read your posts on bloglines. Unfortunately, I won't be able to comment anymore. *sniff*

StickSteven. FINISHED!

I finished my StickSteven letter! Eventually, I will be scanning it and emailing it (and maybe posting it) for the WORLD to see. Once again, I believe it is a triumph of skill, artistic talent, and humor, bringing a little light and joy to the otherwise dull and boring world of annual Christmas Letters.

I, also, found my markers this morning! YAY! Now, I can properly address envelopes and write colorful, meaningful messages in all my cards ... which, if all goes according to my evil plans, should be finished TODAY! Hurrah!

After I finished my letter, last night, I watched Cache. I had to call Robert afterwards to get him to explain it to me, because WTF?!?!?! I needed resolution and there was no resolution. GAH. I say "3 Stars."

I started knitting another pair of knittens. I will probably give them away, but I'm making them to fit me just in case I don't. They will be purple ... well, a kind of purply gray with flecks of light blue and red.

TONIGHT, I am meeting a bunch of friends for a Holiday Happy Hour at Halo! YAY! TK, I hope you will be there, because I have *something* for you ... and I'm not sure if we'll be able to meet up again before the holidays.

OK. Back to addressing cards. FUN.

*smooches*

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Discussion Topic of the Day

VUBOQ is not high maintenance.

Discuss.

Two Tidbits

1. I am rapidly discovering that, not only can I not draw toilets, but I also can not draw my sofa.

2. Why am I so worried about John the Cheating Cheater being in Iraq? It's not like I'm consumed by it [as I probably would be if we were still together ... of course, if we were still together, I doubt he'd be in Iraq], but there's a little mosquito-like buzz of concern in the back of my brain. Very annoying.

Oh! Tannenbaum!

Several of you requested to see my purple Xmas tree. As promised, here's a picture. Enjoy!

It's purple. It's tinsel. It's about 4 feet tall.

Love me. Love my purple tinsel Xmas tree.

I didn't do much else yesterday. Margot came over to pick up a bicycle I gave her and to borrow my coffee-maker for a brunch she's hosting on Sunday. After that, I addressed Xmas cards and worked on my StickSteven letter. I think this year it's going to be a contest as well as a letter. *heh* Maybe.

Tonight, I'm going to attach the tassels onto my brother's scarf. Maybe I'll vacuum. Maybe not.

A few other ideas that are floating around in my brain right now:

1. Hosting a New Year's Day "linner" and making Japanese food ... not o'sechi ryori though. Probably something simple like miso and chirashi zushi.
2. Having a "Winter Blues" party in mid-to-late January.
3. Volunteering on Saturdays for some environmental organization ...

My back really hurts today. I need to start doing my back care yoga DVD...

*smooches*

And another thing ... I got an email from John this morning. He is now in Iraq. Let the pointless worrying begin.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Like, Total Weirdness Dude

I've been tagged. Thanks, Ms. Martini. *heart* you.

It would seem that for this little meme, I have to list 6 Weird Things about myself. Let me tell you, this is a really difficult meme, because -lest you forget- I'M THE NORMAL ONE!!!

It's the rest of you that are weird. Trust me.

In light of that fact, here are 6 Things that Make Me VERY NORMAL:

1. I don't have cable TV.

I have 2 reasons: A) It's expensive. I can't afford it. and B) If I actually had cable I would never get anything done. All I would do is waaaaaaaaaaaaaatch TV. Project Runway Marathons! Top Chef Marathons! America's Next Top Model Marathons (btw, ANTM's finale is tonight. No one tell me who wins -especially if it's the crazy one, Melrose- because I might not be able to see it until this weekend)!

2. I tend to give my pets long tedious names.

Example: Isabella's full name is Psychokitty Isabella, Giver of Vomit of Joy, Attacker of Feet that Move in the Night, Killer of Alien Crickets (*shudder*), which is why sometimes Isabella is referred to as PKI in my blog.

3. I crack myself up. Frequently. and at inappropriate times (like during sex).

4. I collect Tacky Things from Around the World.

Yes, I do own a Pope John Paul II Snow Globe, purchased from within the walls of the Vatican, with a slightly askew "Roma" sticker. I think I've posted a photo of a small part of my collection, but I don't remember when and I don't feel like looking for it right now. Maybe later.

The only rule to this collection is that the Tacky Things must be gifts. I can't buy them. [And, if any of you are thinking "Aha! Now I know what to get VUBOQ for Xmas," remember: I also like NICE THINGS from Around the World]

5. I hate driving.

The last time I regularly (meaning every day over a period of months) drove a car was probably in 1998. And that was after a 3.5 year break of not driving at all. I am so not looking forward to driving to my brother's home for Christmas this year. I've rented the car. Does anyone want to volunteer to drive me?

6. I write irate email messages to companies over insignificant perceived slights.

Here's the one I sent today:

To Whom It May Concern:

Earlier today, I realized that I needed a roll of quarters. Normally, I either go to my bank, Bank of America, which has long lines, or the M&T Bank, which is close to my office, but out of the way. Luckily, I remembered that your bank had recently opened in City Place Mall and was on my way from my office to where I could pick up my lunch.

When I approached the teller to request change, I was told that she could not give me change because I am not an account holder at your bank. When I asked why, she replied that "it is bank policy." I am hoping that someone will be able to explain this policy to me. Is my money not as good? Are $10 bills from non-account holders not worth $10? Are the few seconds it takes to exchange a $10 bill for a roll of quarters so expensive it is not worth the effort for non-account holders?

Perhaps bank policies such as this one are the reason I never see anyone in your bank. I had been planning to ask about opening an account; however, I did not feel welcome to do so. I doubt I will ever pursue opening an account at your bank again.

Sincerely,
VUBOQ

There. 6 PERFECTLY NORMAL THINGS about me.

I am not going to tag anyone, but feel free to partake of this meme on your own.

*smooch*

Christmas Ornaments

Yesterday, I created a little activity involving Christmas ornaments and some of you got in a snit about "not having a tree." What the fuck ever people. Did you not read the assignment, or did you simply gloss over the part that said:

"If you don't have a Christmas tree, maybe you could use a holiday decoration instead?"

Props to Cooper for posting his answers for most unique/memorable Christmas tree ornaments (and bonus points for the "charming and handsome" bit!)!

For my unique Christmas tree ornament, I debated among several, including my little green frog and this weird beaded thing my friend, Michelle, made me one year. But, I finally decided on this:

Blender

Yes. It's a blender. From the Smithsonian Institution's Julia Child Collection. Seriously. A few years ago, the National Museum of American History received Julia Child's kitchen, and to celebrate they created Christmas tree ornaments. I decided no self-respecting alcoholic gay man's Christmas tree should be without a blender ornament. And besides that, the spatula ornaments were tres ugly.

Choosing my most meaningful ornaments was more difficult. I have ornaments my grandmothers gave me. I have ornaments my very talented cousin painted back when she was in elementary school. I have ornaments I made (and, man, are they some serious fug). And, I have an ornament made of toothpicks, sequins, cotton balls and plastic miniature horses which my cousin who died from cystic fibrosis made for me when she was a child.

In the end, I chose this one though:

Drummer boy

Come, they told me, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum ... It's the little drummer boy! With my name engraved on his head! It's brass (I guess). And, I think it kind of looks like me when I was a kid. I have had this Christmas tree ornament for as long as I can remember. I have no idea when I got it or who gave it to me, but it's the one ornament I could be sure that *I* got to hang on the tree every year.

And, it's the one ornament I could put on the tree that was guaranteed not to be moved by mymother, who is famous for her tree-redecorating. Apparently, it was important to her for us to help decorate the tree; however, all the ornaments my brother and I had handmade and had proudly hung in the front of the tree would mysteriously migrate to the back of the tree by Christmas.

I forgot to take a picture of my purple tinsel tree this morning. gah. I promise I will post a picture tomorrow.

In other news, I got my hair cut. Most of the color has been cut out now, so if you want to see me with as close to my natural hair color as you will ever see, you need to see me before January 6th (which is my next hair appointment). The carpet, it is matching the drapes right now.

After the hair appointment, I met Robert at Jandara in Woodley Park for dinner. The fried green beans were YUMMY. The other thing I had - vegetables in yellow curry and peanut sauce- was fair-to-middlin'.

Once I got home, I finished a pair of knittens and went to bed. Yay! Bed! Bed is good. I like bed.

Not much on the agenda today. Laundry. Margot is coming over to pick up a bicycle. And, I need to work on StickSteven.

The weather forecast said something about snow flurries tonight or tomorrow. That is so not right.

more later.
*smooches*

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Christmas Photo Meme Idea

I just had this really cool idea.

For those of you who have Christmas trees, take a picture of:

1. Your most unique Christmas tree ornament, and
2. Your most meaningful ornament.

Then, post the pictures and explain why those ornaments are your most unique/meaningful.

If you don't have a Christmas tree, maybe you could use a holiday decoration instead?

I think this could be fun! And, I'll try to remember to do it tonight when I get home from my hair appointment and dinner.

Meat-Free Monday: Bowl Full of Mud Edition

For Meat-Free Monday last night, I made a simple soup from Lorna Sass' Short-Cut Vegetarian cookbook. Of course, I loaned the cookbook to Mike several months ago, so I had to call him to get the recipe. I remembered all the ingredients, but I couldn't remember if I needed to add water (I did).

Here's the recipe:

2.5 cups water
1 can coconut milk
1 can diced tomatoes with chili (undrained)
1 box Fantastic Foods Instant black beans
salt/pepper to taste
chili sauce (like Tabasco) to taste (I didn't have any Tabasco, so I used red curry paste)
frozen corn (optional)
[You can also add a cup or so of cooked rice to make it a little heartier]

Bring water, coconut milk, diced tomatoes to a boil. Slowly add instant beans. Add corn. Simmer until corn is heated.

Eat.

This is what it looked like:

Soup

I also had cornbread with it.

Then, I put up Christmas lights and my purple tinsel Christmas tree. I watched some DVDs and I knitted. In fact, I've *almost* finished another pair of knittens - only the right thumb left to do. YAY!

At some point, I need to start on my Christmas cards. Why am I so unmotivated this year? WHY?

Tonight, I'm going to get my hair cut. Afterwards, I'm meeting Robert for dinner in Woodley Park.

I need to vacuum my apartment when I get home.

And clean the bathroom. I bet those things don't happen though.

updated to note: I also attempted to make Hot Buttered Rum last night, using the recipe Cooper left in my comments. Except I left the recipe at work and I didn't want to make 15 servings. So I ended up throwing what I could remember of the ingredients in very small amounts into a sauce pan. The end result: Not that bad, but, when it cooled off, it was exceedingly gross.

*smooches*

Monday, December 04, 2006

Sleeping Single in a Double Bed

Sleeping single in a double bed
Thinking over things I wish I'd said
I should have held you but I let you go
Now I'm the one sleeping all alo-oh-one

Two of the things I learned this weekend:

1. I have trouble approaching men.

I have trouble approaching men even when intoxicated. I have trouble approaching men even when intoxicated and even when they are giving me "the eye." I. Am shy. Really.

2. I sleep better with someone than alone.

This has not always been the case. When I first started ... um ... not sleeping alone, I was constantly aware of the other person's presence. Every time he would turn or move or snort or whatever, I would wake up. I spent a lot of mornings being crabby. Crabbier than usual, that is.

Now, it seems I'm constantly aware that there is no one sleeping beside me. And it's lonely. I suppose I will eventually adjust.

Or, as Robert suggested, I need to come up with a new product in the MGBF* line: My Gay Best Friend Man-sized Hot Water Bottle.

*Other products in the MGBF line: My Gay Best Friend talking doll and My Gay Best Friend Home Liposuction Kit

Weekend Updated: Babydoll Edition

Friday, I woke up from my disconap at 10PM and hopped in the shower. As I was drying my hair, Mike called. "I'm too tired," he said groggily. "I can't go out tonight."

We had planned to hit Apex for dancing, but, deep down, I think I knew it wouldn't happen. His call came at about 10:45. If I decided to go on my own, by the time I finished getting ready, caught a bus to the metro and took the train to Dupont, it would have been well after midnight ... possibly close to 1AM. There was no point in going.

I texted a few friends to let them know I wouldn't be there. Then, I made a martini (mmm) and knitted and watched Hairspray. Good lord. That is so gay.

Saturday, Mike picked me up and we met Robert at Hinckley Pottery, where Robert takes lessons. Jill Hinckley had her annual show. Most of her pottery is good, but not to my particular taste. I also think her work is too expensive for functional pieces.

After wandering through the studio, grazing on cookies and cider, the three of us headed to Alero for margaritas and liquid cheese. I had a craving for spinach enchiladas, but they are still not serving spinach. GAH! Haven't they heard? Spinach Crisis Averted!

From Alero, we staggered to Halo and, finally ended up at Green Lantern. You can read all about our adventures on Robert's blog.

We parted ways at Green Lantern. Robert went to his house and I went with Mike to his. Mike was very drunk. I don't think I have ever seen him that drunk before. He kept referring to me, and everyone else he spoke, to as "babydoll."

Back at his place, we talked for a bit, made out for a bit, went to bed, made out for a bit more, then fell asleep. I awoke v. hungover. We blobbed around in bed - talking and napping, until nearly 2PM. Then, got up, went to the grocery store, and Mike made pancakes for breakfast (at 3PM).

In the course of our morning chats, I learned that Mike didn't remember anything from the night before. He seemed shocked that we made out. And, I didn't feel like rehashing our conversations either.

Darryl came over around 4 or 4:30 with a bottle of champagne. Mike didn't feel like drinking ... I was like, what the heck, nothing like a little hair of the dog. The three of us ended up ordering pizza and watching the America's Next Top Model marathon on VH1. Of course, now, I am totally addicted and can't wait until the finale on Wednesday. Hopefully, Mike will remember to record it so I can watch it on Thursday or Friday.

Mike drove me home around 9PM, and I crashed around 10.

All in all, even with the not-so-great start, not a bad weekend.

Of course, today is Meat-Free Monday! Do your part for the environment by enjoying a meat-free meal! It's cold and Decembery out, so I think I'm going to make soup tonight.

Lots going on this week. The pre-Christmas frenzy is beginning and I *really* need to start on my Christmas cards and gift wrapping. GAH. And I need to clean my house and put up the purple tinsel Christmas tree. Ah! The holidays!

I also have a craving for hot buttered rum! If anyone has a good recipe, please share.

*smooches*

Friday, December 01, 2006

That Which Was Begun Was Finished

As I wrote yesterday, I ate an entire bag of potato chips for lunch and didn't feel quite right about eating an entire bag of microwave popcorn for dinner. Instead I wandered around Whole Foods after work randomly picking out ingredients for a bit of experimental cooking. This was the result:

Food

Assorted mushrooms, green squash (aka zucchini), tomato, corn, and 1/2 cup of fresh cranberries sauteed in olive oil and rosemary from the front yard. Served with a side of couscous, also cooked with rosemary from the front yard. It was surprisingly tasty. I liked the little *ZING!* the cranberries added.

Prior to dinner, I created a cocktail:

Eggnogtini

The Eggnogtini

1 part egg nog
1 part cold coffee
2 parts spiced rum
Shaken over ice, strained, and sprinkled with cinnamon!

It wasn't too bad, but not egg noggy enough, so for the next ... erm ... 3 that I drank, I left out the coffee and added more egg nog.

Finally, as I was watching Harry Potter movies, I finished my hat:

Hat

I sort of screwed up the seaming in the back and the stripes don't line up quite perfectly, but what the fuck ever. I *heart* my hat!

Meanwhile, I hate weather like today ... currently it's about 68 degrees. At some point this afternoon, the temperature is supposed to drop to around 30. degrees. THIRTY! It certainly made getting ready for work this morning a challenge. Layers, baby. It's all about the layers.

Exciting weekend plans include:
1. dancing at Apex
2. pottery shopping
3. margaritas

WOO HOO!
*many happy wintry smooches of joy*

Oh, and it's World AIDS Day. Wear a condom. All day. On your head. Or something.