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averygoodun42) wrote2010-09-06 07:24 pm
averygoodun42) wrote2010-09-06 07:24 pm
Randomness
I just harvested my coriander. About 1.5 tablespoons of seeds. Not bad considering it was from two plants of cilantro.
I am craving salt. Really, truly craving it. I was reading about someone having a slice of pizza and went, "Ooooooo, piiiiiiizzzzzzzzzzzaaaaaa," but then realized that what I really wanted, even though pizza is in itself a wonderful thing not to be cast aside lightly, was the saltiness from the cheese. So I had a pickle. Which helped, though it needed more garlic (and raw garlic is not quite the same as pickled garlic, as it's a little too potent). I still want olives, however. And cheese.
It took me 1433 moves, but I finally beat that f@*king spider solitaire set. Only two suits, too. Very embarrassing.
I'm here on LJ because I'm hiding from a fictional character's impending embarrassment. I've beenneeding craving brain candy lately, so I gritted my teeth and started reading further in the Princess series. Hoo boy. It's laugh out loud funny a lot of the time, but my oh my does Cabot turn up the embarrassment factor. A lot. More each book. So here I am, ten pages, if that, from the end of the book, and I... am hiding from whatever it is Mia is about to say to everyone. Because I know it's going to be embarrassing, since she's already delivered the cool "Oh, if only I could deliver that on the spur of the moment" fantasy speech.
Yes, I'm lame. I'm trying to live with it. So should you.
Ragweed season is here. Sinuses and throat aren't happy. Trying to psych myself up enough to take more than a teaspoon of ascorbic acid before bedtime. It's hard, though, even though it has an almost immediate effect on my allergies.
I've started wondering if Babe's insistent battles and goings on about warships and such is actually his well-intentioned gift to me. This weekend it was made very clear that he does the battle thing for me. He'll amuse himself with it, of course, but he wants to tell me about it, not Geoff.
I've been feeling rather down lately, both physically and mentally. Babe's a perceptive kid, and a nice one, at that. And seeing as doing the battles and such make him feel better, it has to make me feel better, too, right?
I think that's really the case. It feels more true than it being a punishment, because although Babe has his moments, he's not really a vindictive kid. Clueless, yes, but all kids (people) are. So, I will try to view it as his get-well gift to me, and just remind him to turn the volume down when it gets to be too much. Fortunately, school is starting for real tomorrow, so it won't be the entire day. And hopefully I'll start feeling well soon, and the battles will become a private joy of his own once more.
And, because I remembered I said I was going to do it: Day "2" of the 30 day meme.
Day 02 – Your first love
Oh dear. Well, I could cop out and say that it was my mum, because who else could I have loved first? But I won't.
I first fell in love with a boy in second grade. I won't name him because that would be too embarrassing (is that a theme today?) to have my mum read, nor would I want this handle to be linked to him and therefore RL me, but I will say that he had the amazing and deadly attractive quality of being able to turn the reddest in a breath-holding contest. Oh, how could I look at anyone else with favor after that display of pulmonary mastership?
My heart was his for many years based on that feat, and that feat alone. Not that I EVER told him or let on in any way, shape or form. No. But I would steal glances at him from across the room after that. And, every year after that, I would curse the Fates that put us in separate classrooms. Because, if he wasn't in the same class as me, how could I give him a valentine of appropriate size and merit without tipping him, and everyone else, off that he was the love of my life? For the rules were clear: if you wanted to send a valentine to someone in another class, you needed to send a valentine to everyone in that class. And the only reason anyone ever gave valentines to the other class was if you wanted to be "married" on the swings.
So I made the biggest, fanciest valentine I could, thinking of him, and gave it, anonymously, to the least repulsive boy in my class. All to throw them off the scent of my true love, the boy with the reddest face.
*le sigh*
;-D
I am craving salt. Really, truly craving it. I was reading about someone having a slice of pizza and went, "Ooooooo, piiiiiiizzzzzzzzzzzaaaaaa," but then realized that what I really wanted, even though pizza is in itself a wonderful thing not to be cast aside lightly, was the saltiness from the cheese. So I had a pickle. Which helped, though it needed more garlic (and raw garlic is not quite the same as pickled garlic, as it's a little too potent). I still want olives, however. And cheese.
It took me 1433 moves, but I finally beat that f@*king spider solitaire set. Only two suits, too. Very embarrassing.
I'm here on LJ because I'm hiding from a fictional character's impending embarrassment. I've been
Yes, I'm lame. I'm trying to live with it. So should you.
Ragweed season is here. Sinuses and throat aren't happy. Trying to psych myself up enough to take more than a teaspoon of ascorbic acid before bedtime. It's hard, though, even though it has an almost immediate effect on my allergies.
I've started wondering if Babe's insistent battles and goings on about warships and such is actually his well-intentioned gift to me. This weekend it was made very clear that he does the battle thing for me. He'll amuse himself with it, of course, but he wants to tell me about it, not Geoff.
I've been feeling rather down lately, both physically and mentally. Babe's a perceptive kid, and a nice one, at that. And seeing as doing the battles and such make him feel better, it has to make me feel better, too, right?
I think that's really the case. It feels more true than it being a punishment, because although Babe has his moments, he's not really a vindictive kid. Clueless, yes, but all kids (people) are. So, I will try to view it as his get-well gift to me, and just remind him to turn the volume down when it gets to be too much. Fortunately, school is starting for real tomorrow, so it won't be the entire day. And hopefully I'll start feeling well soon, and the battles will become a private joy of his own once more.
And, because I remembered I said I was going to do it: Day "2" of the 30 day meme.
Day 02 – Your first love
Oh dear. Well, I could cop out and say that it was my mum, because who else could I have loved first? But I won't.
I first fell in love with a boy in second grade. I won't name him because that would be too embarrassing (is that a theme today?) to have my mum read, nor would I want this handle to be linked to him and therefore RL me, but I will say that he had the amazing and deadly attractive quality of being able to turn the reddest in a breath-holding contest. Oh, how could I look at anyone else with favor after that display of pulmonary mastership?
My heart was his for many years based on that feat, and that feat alone. Not that I EVER told him or let on in any way, shape or form. No. But I would steal glances at him from across the room after that. And, every year after that, I would curse the Fates that put us in separate classrooms. Because, if he wasn't in the same class as me, how could I give him a valentine of appropriate size and merit without tipping him, and everyone else, off that he was the love of my life? For the rules were clear: if you wanted to send a valentine to someone in another class, you needed to send a valentine to everyone in that class. And the only reason anyone ever gave valentines to the other class was if you wanted to be "married" on the swings.
So I made the biggest, fanciest valentine I could, thinking of him, and gave it, anonymously, to the least repulsive boy in my class. All to throw them off the scent of my true love, the boy with the reddest face.
*le sigh*
;-D