Ah, my first entry. The secrets to tell...selah.
No, no secrets. However, to the interested, I do have some recipes to share. (For the Colorado Springs folk...yes, ErinLynn is cooking and cleaning...gardening too) Domestic life v.s. Bartending forces one to search the internet for good dinner recipes to make for her man. Being that my mac'n cheese with ketchup batchlorette life has ended, good ol MarthaStewart.com has helped tremendously. I found another site today, aeb.org. (not a site for you Joe) It's a million recipes for the incredible edible egg. Say that 5x fast.
The first couple of weeks have been filled with a lot of cleaning, cooking and socializing with Clayton's friends. Recently, I have been putting in a lot of time gardening. The front and back yard were very neglected. Leaves and weeds to boot. If I can teach the dog to stay out of the garden, maybe the newly planted flowers will survive.
You know the heart attack feeling of when something very unexpected happens. Ya, well, I leaned back in the chair in Clayton's home office... when suddenly i was thrown back and was “leaning” parallel with the desk. Good to know, good to know. Maybe it's time to get out of the office and back to the yard. One hour til Dr.Phil and then time to start making dinner for the man I love so much.
But first - a big heloooo to Colorado Springs. I received a phone call from Sarah, a good friend of mine, last night. She is now bartending at Sam's Worlds Smallest Bar (where Clayton and I met). I was able to talk to a few of my old regulars...brought back a lot of memories. That bar and I had a love/hate relationship.
just did it again...*!#@*
ciao
Morning. Sleepy. Coffee. Can't wake up. More coffee. Ugh!
You know, I really enjoy writing on this blogournal. I used to post 5 or 6 times a day... at least. I've only been at it 8 or 9 months and have about 1300 entries. I dig it. Time are hard at work for me. I'm busier than ever... usually working through lunch. My employer is struggling with the financial ups and downs of the times and we are doing more with less. I don't mind the work... I love my job. There has been a lot of talk of layoffs within my organization and that has me a little stressed, but I'm a good engineer and give more to this company that they probably realize... long hours that include nights and weekends... researching and troubleshooting in the off hours so it doesn't impact my on hour workload... improving the network through better engineering practices... etc. It's a sad market right now and jobs are scarce if not nonexistent. I've put a lot of thought into starting my own company and I think that eventually, that is the road to the longevity of my success. Although, I would be happy retiring from this job if I manage to keep it.
I drove EL's car into work today because I need to leave downtown midday for something. I've been really stressed out recently. I like her car and the drive into work was soothing. I know... that sounds weird. I listen to NPR in the morning because it's the only time I have to tap into current events... reading the news is too depressing. Driving and listening to some good music or interesting commentary takes my mind off the stressful things to somewhere neutral. I need that. They fixed the water to the coffee machine at work... finally. I think we were on the edge of bomb threats to prompt repair. I'm sorry a couple of days slipped through my fingers, but things have been tight and the tiny bit of free clock cycles I have are spent showing the woman I love how much I love her.
I am not having a happy afternoon.
This pretty much sums up how I feel about the potential war with Iraq.
Well said, Sir.
Well said.
I had a great weekend that was entirely too short. Friday night, EL and I went to the hockey game... what a complete disappointment. The Chicago Wolves were clearly a superior team. Their defense made a complete laughing stock of the Houston Aeros. I certainly hope the Aeros were having an off night, because Chicago made them look like chumps... repeatedly. After the game, we had dinner at home before meeting Harry and his wife at Baker's Street Pub in the village. The band was good, but it was too crowded and loud to converse comfortably, so we headed across the street to Little Woodrow's. Great time. Saturday was a mix of Moody Gardens and Kemah boardwalk. We had dinner at the Aquarium in Kemah. It was pretty cool, but not what I expected. The entrees were delicious, but the desert sucked. The restaurant was too bright and way, way to loud. If you're going to take your kids out to eat, be a fucking responsible parent... mmmkay? Saturday night was pretty cool. EL and I stayed home and played trivia games... I dig trivia. My mind is cluttered with useless trivia. Sunday was quiet... errands and weather enjoyment. I wish this weekend's weather could stay year round. This morning has been acceptably slow... giving me time to search out and find coffee since the water to our coffee machine has gone the way of the dodo until further notice.
EL drove downtown and brought me my lunch. We grabbed some espresso and walked in the park. It's just what I needed to break up the day.
The METRO downtown was just long enough to confirm that Freecell game 617 still kicks my ass. I had a terrible nightmare last night, but now that I am trying to remember the details, it is 1000 years away, fuzzy, and faded. I got up this morning and let Éclair out to do her potty thing, went to the kitchen, looked and the coffee pot, looked at the breakfast-type foodstuff... contemplated going back to bed... why are mornings so difficult? I ended up eating some Ben & Jerry's Chubby Hubby ice cream and drinking a glass of milk. I know it's not what EL would have wanted me to eat for breakfast, but it was pretty damn good. Oh, I took a vitamin if that helps. I am not stepping through my pre-work morning for your benefit... oh no... I am recounting the order of my zombie dance through the house to determine at what point exactly I forgot my lunch. I feel like such a fucktard because I looked in the refrigerator and pointed at the lunch bag saying to myself, "don't forget that". What did I do? Yep. EL made this fantastic lasagna last night. She even made half of it with habaneros for little ole me... the spice-o-holic. There was some of that tasty lasagna in that little lunch bag. Dammit. Anyhoo, I felt pretty bad when I woke up... still not shaking this cold-ish bug that seems to have set up residency in my body. Ben is all fucked up from something similar he caught from his baby son when he ate his leftovers. Sam is all fucked up from something similar, but his has a name... bronchitis. Ugh! I don't think that's what I have... but it's somewhere between the common cold and the Ebola virus for sure. With the way I'm feeling right now, I may not make it through the work day without retreating to mi casa. Thank God it's the weekend. The movies I rented this week are late. There should be a sniglet for the condition of the human species where every time you rent a movie, you can't turn it back in until it is late... or is that just me? I always make myself feel better by saying something like, "it's still cheaper than going out to the movies"... like that makes any difference. Oh well, another later fee that I'll put off paying until some undetermined future date. I am jonesin' for coffee... gotta get a fix...
As I sit here... 16,600,037 minutes old... eating my yogurt and wishing I was home, I realize that I have no idea what exactly eating "live cultures including acidophilus and bifidus" means to me.
I really wish I had a new gaming rig. I miss it so much.
So, like I was saying... Yay! Lemon currant cookies! EL made this quick and delicious pasta dish last night with a lemon yogurt and tortellini base compliments with tons of fresh strawberries, oranges, pineapple, and I think banana (but I'm not sure)... well, lots of fresh fruit... and ginger. After dinner she baked these awesome lemon currant cookies for me to take to work. She packed my lunch. I am not quite sure how to react! I mean, I haven't been spoiled like this since I was a tot... if even then! I mean, to get out of the shower to fresh, good beaned coffee and a hot breakfast that I didn't have to make for myself... uh... I thought that only happened in the movies. Anyhoo, I could go on about her culinary skills, but instead I'll talk about how she went to the hardware store while I was at work yesterday and started fixing shit at the house. I'm still waiting to wake up. On a not so pleasant note, I still feel like ass. My throat is better (not as sore), but I am more congested and when it comes to feeling miserable, sniffles and a waterlogged head are a constant reminder. I would have stayed home again today and chalked yesterdays outing to work up as a poor judgment call, except with the impending doom of potential layoffs right around the corner, I think being absent as little as possible might be a good play. I work my ass off at work, but that matters little if someone perceives otherwise. It truly sucks how perception outweighs truth in reality. Oh well, the best part of my day... she's only 8 hours away. Toodles.
Lemon currant cookies... yumm!
Spiffy! I just got two free tickets to the
Aeros on Friday.
"maggie and milly and molly and may" - e.e. cummings
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea