Monday, February 14, 2005
I went to see Dr. Lorax again, for the bump on my knee that is still there after all of this time, after six months of physical therapy and a year of ice bags, it’s still there. My god, the movie they were filming up the street is now actually in theatres and yet, this […]
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Friday, February 11, 2005
Busy week. Craziness. I’ve dug out my Franklin Planner again because the ‘things to do’ line items are starting to tumble out of my ears. I forgot about a knee doctor appointment yesterday. Completely spazzed about it. Ah well, it’s not like my knee is going to suddenly get better. Plans for our big weekend […]
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Tuesday, February 8, 2005
I am somewhat a slave to my iPod. I didn’t want to be. I really didn’t. I thought they were pretty and shiny and oooh, look, music. But it makes everything so easy, all of those sounds sitting in your delicate hand. It’s organized the way that I think, which is to say that it’s […]
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I may have mentioned in the past that I’m applying to graduate programs again. I’ve pretty much given up on Iowa, or rather, didn’t have enough time or energy to put something together before the deadline. I decided that I didn’t want to leave the area unless I got a total free ride, so I […]
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Wednesday, February 2, 2005
After my alarm clock went off yesterday morning (or, you know, tweeted, because I have a zen alarm clock that lights up like the sunrise and then starts chirping like birds for about fifteen minutes before the annoying buzzing starts) I wandered, bleary-eyed, through the dining room, past the window that hasn’t been fitted with […]
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Yesterday morning, I woke up early and decided that the thing that would make me happiest in the world would be to have a steaming hot bowl of Cream of Rice. I love me some Cream of Rice cereal. Cream of wheat is for peasants. Oatmeal? I spit on your oatmeal. Give me Cream of […]
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So the crime. Short version: yesterday, after coming home from the store, apparently I left my purse in the car. Then, this morning, shortly after pushing the Remote Starter on my car so that it would be warmer than the 17-degree morning, our phone rang. That was odd, but I figured that it was maybe […]
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Wow. Some bastard broke into my car last night and stole my purse. So, yeah, that sucks. Cute little red Jackie O flip wallet: Gone. Money: Gone. Credit cards: Gone. Collection of many perfect Prescriptive lipsticks: gone. Hideously ugly driver’s license picture in which I look like I should be dishing out sloppy joes in […]
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Wednesday, January 26, 2005
I roasted a leg of lamb on Saturday, one that I started marinating in garlic and crushed rosemary (which, try as I might to like it, still tastes stuff that I found lying around the forest) and a metric ton of lemon zest. This was an unusual recipe for me, not only in the fact […]
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Saturday, January 22, 2005
I stopped biting my nails officially three years ago, but just like an alcoholic, there isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t think about biting my nails. Sometimes I unconsciously put my fingers in my mouth and play the nail against the front of my teeth. It’s the nail biter equivalent of dry […]
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