Went to the dentist today and the disaster that I was anticipating was miraculously averted. There was no cavity catastrophe, and upon informing the dental hygienist that I was certain my gum recession was way out of control, she assured me that my gums are not receding hardly at all. Take that! The stratagem for avoiding flossing lectures that I learned from my mother was also a raging success. She and I always start a flossing regimen roughly two weeks before any dentist appointment so that by the time we go in, our gums appear strong and well taken care-of. It's a nearly fool proof plan for avoiding unnecessary annoyance at the dentist...because I really don't need any more reasons to not come back.
Also interesting: apparently Crest is abrasive on your tooth enamel and can lead to teeth sensitivity.
"You don't smoke mushrooms, you eat them."
-my mother, instructing my sister on the "correct" way of using shrooms
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
TV Dinners
Tonight has been painful. I cooked for my family. Chicken chili. Josh would laugh at me, because he says the only food I make is Mexican food. And I can't seem to help but prove him right every time I cook. Its just that the extreme yuminess of Mexican food is only equaled by the ease of cooking it.
In any case. The cooking surprisingly started out relatively chaos free with the cornbread. As chaos free as me cooking ever is...I am good at making things taste good, I just don't have as much prowess with not making a huge mess. It went downhill as soon as the onions came out though. Halfway through dicing them I realized that I had forgotten my signature onion-cutting swimming goggles, and I paid for the oversight by nearly going blind from the burning. I could hardly see through my tears and when I attempted to refocus myself with a sip of coffee. Unfortunately I grabbed the can of beans instead, and in the process of nearly slicing my lip on the can edge I knocked over my actual cup of coffee. I most sad about the flavored creamer stuff that was in the coffee that got wasted. I use over three times the recommended serving of it, so I blow through those delicious little bottles of coffee creamer. Anyway, the chili was good, but my eyes still feel sore, and my fingers have cuts on them that are still stinging from lime juice.
Oh, and the Hills. That show seriously drives me crazy. It has enough drama in one episode to fill an entire Shakespeare festival. The only thing is that the episodes are really only 20 minutes which is way too short to have to wait a week to watch it. And seriously it actually makes me angry to watch it. I see the worst traits of myself in all the girl characters. Audrina going back to Justin because she is addicted to him even though he treats her horribly. I'm not doing that at this point in my life or anything, but I definitely have that tendency in my personality. And then there's Lauren who accidentally creates drama very easily. Heidi who really just changed horribly in terms of looks and personality. Brody, who is totally a guy that I would fall for if I were Lauren. And the rest of the guys all suck. I don't know if that is a reflection on LA guys, rich guys, or guys in general. But this show really makes guys look bad. They are all manipulative assholes, and the majority of them have made girls cry on purpose and laughed at them afterwards. Why are some guys such assholes. Girls can be awful too, I know. But I feel like there are actually a lot of guys in the world who are emotionally mute enough to actually enjoy hurting girls' feelings when they are mad...or who are immature and vengeful enough to act like they enjoy it when they have broken someone down. Why is that?
Anyway, it is painfully obvious that I put waaaay too much thought into reality tv. Right now is really just a "living vicariously" point in my life, because nothing much is going on.
"You are a mystical blaze of craziness." ....if only that were true
-my sister
In any case. The cooking surprisingly started out relatively chaos free with the cornbread. As chaos free as me cooking ever is...I am good at making things taste good, I just don't have as much prowess with not making a huge mess. It went downhill as soon as the onions came out though. Halfway through dicing them I realized that I had forgotten my signature onion-cutting swimming goggles, and I paid for the oversight by nearly going blind from the burning. I could hardly see through my tears and when I attempted to refocus myself with a sip of coffee. Unfortunately I grabbed the can of beans instead, and in the process of nearly slicing my lip on the can edge I knocked over my actual cup of coffee. I most sad about the flavored creamer stuff that was in the coffee that got wasted. I use over three times the recommended serving of it, so I blow through those delicious little bottles of coffee creamer. Anyway, the chili was good, but my eyes still feel sore, and my fingers have cuts on them that are still stinging from lime juice.
Oh, and the Hills. That show seriously drives me crazy. It has enough drama in one episode to fill an entire Shakespeare festival. The only thing is that the episodes are really only 20 minutes which is way too short to have to wait a week to watch it. And seriously it actually makes me angry to watch it. I see the worst traits of myself in all the girl characters. Audrina going back to Justin because she is addicted to him even though he treats her horribly. I'm not doing that at this point in my life or anything, but I definitely have that tendency in my personality. And then there's Lauren who accidentally creates drama very easily. Heidi who really just changed horribly in terms of looks and personality. Brody, who is totally a guy that I would fall for if I were Lauren. And the rest of the guys all suck. I don't know if that is a reflection on LA guys, rich guys, or guys in general. But this show really makes guys look bad. They are all manipulative assholes, and the majority of them have made girls cry on purpose and laughed at them afterwards. Why are some guys such assholes. Girls can be awful too, I know. But I feel like there are actually a lot of guys in the world who are emotionally mute enough to actually enjoy hurting girls' feelings when they are mad...or who are immature and vengeful enough to act like they enjoy it when they have broken someone down. Why is that?
Anyway, it is painfully obvious that I put waaaay too much thought into reality tv. Right now is really just a "living vicariously" point in my life, because nothing much is going on.
"You are a mystical blaze of craziness." ....if only that were true
-my sister
On the upside
If Obama is elected, which he will be, I can go to the inauguration. One of the few and far between benefits to living in Charm City.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Couldawouldashoulda
Damn it, this clingy-ness has to stop. If only I didn't like EVERYTHING that I read on the internet. It describes exactly how I feel.
Interesting fact: elephants can't jump.
Big myth: elephants are the only animals that can't jump. WRONG! The sloth cannot jump either. Not enough speed. Neither can the guinea pig...too much like a turd (yes, that was a throwback to Olive).
Interesting fact: elephants can't jump.
Big myth: elephants are the only animals that can't jump. WRONG! The sloth cannot jump either. Not enough speed. Neither can the guinea pig...too much like a turd (yes, that was a throwback to Olive).
Kristin Gore is a rockstar.
Seriously. Someone give her a Newbery. She'll make you giggle incessantly, I promise.
Rants and Raves
Raves:
I love working on crosswords with people. It's constructive and it doesn't involve restaurant gossip and bitching which inevitably makes you feel dirty afterwards (even if you are drawn to it initially, because you like observing drama).
I love familiarity. Old family friends and people like that. People who call your parents by their first names. Those are the kinds of people who don't forget who you are, because they always expect you to pop back into their lives eventually.
I love respecting people enough to actually take it when they tell me things that I am doing wrong and what I should be doing better. Lol, there aren't actually a super lot of people who I would take constructive criticism from without throwing a tantrum in my head...the funny thing is that more than half the people that I would listen to probably don't realize how much influence they have over me.
Canvassers that I can bond with because they magically know a lot about Ed Murray (ugh) and Dave Upthegrove (Yay!).
Feeling not alone. I have always felt carsick after eating apples. I thought I was alone in the world with regard to my apple-induced nausea. Turns out not. According to google, a huge number of people out there have similar apple allergies. I love it.
Buttermilk pancakes. Interesting trick: putting bacon inside your pancakes...no, not like pigs in a blanket...actually cooking the pancake with bacon in the batter. Yum. Almost as good as pancakes with strawberries and chocolate chips. I've been eating pancakes all weekend. Serving brunch makes me crave them, so I nip that craving in the bud by loading up on pancakes before I go to work on weekend mornings.
Rants:
People who are mean and then expect you to continue to be nice to them. Argh. Grow up and learn that karma is a bitch. Stupid bartenders.
Being forgotten. I thought South Africa was lonely at times (Josh, don't freak out, this is not a reflection on you, its a reflection on me being a foreigner there and not knowing anyone except family)...but Baltimore is worse.
Allergies. How can I be allergy free in Seattle and chock full of nature-induced stuffiness and sneezing in Baltimore? The west coast is so clearly superior it just kills me.
Mornings. I don't see anything nice about mornings. Maybe I would appreciate them more if I wasn't so sleepy then. Before noon just sucks overall in my opinion.
Working 11 hours in a row without food. Cereal doesn't count.
"We should all just quit together."
-Paul
I love working on crosswords with people. It's constructive and it doesn't involve restaurant gossip and bitching which inevitably makes you feel dirty afterwards (even if you are drawn to it initially, because you like observing drama).
I love familiarity. Old family friends and people like that. People who call your parents by their first names. Those are the kinds of people who don't forget who you are, because they always expect you to pop back into their lives eventually.
I love respecting people enough to actually take it when they tell me things that I am doing wrong and what I should be doing better. Lol, there aren't actually a super lot of people who I would take constructive criticism from without throwing a tantrum in my head...the funny thing is that more than half the people that I would listen to probably don't realize how much influence they have over me.
Canvassers that I can bond with because they magically know a lot about Ed Murray (ugh) and Dave Upthegrove (Yay!).
Feeling not alone. I have always felt carsick after eating apples. I thought I was alone in the world with regard to my apple-induced nausea. Turns out not. According to google, a huge number of people out there have similar apple allergies. I love it.
Buttermilk pancakes. Interesting trick: putting bacon inside your pancakes...no, not like pigs in a blanket...actually cooking the pancake with bacon in the batter. Yum. Almost as good as pancakes with strawberries and chocolate chips. I've been eating pancakes all weekend. Serving brunch makes me crave them, so I nip that craving in the bud by loading up on pancakes before I go to work on weekend mornings.
Rants:
People who are mean and then expect you to continue to be nice to them. Argh. Grow up and learn that karma is a bitch. Stupid bartenders.
Being forgotten. I thought South Africa was lonely at times (Josh, don't freak out, this is not a reflection on you, its a reflection on me being a foreigner there and not knowing anyone except family)...but Baltimore is worse.
Allergies. How can I be allergy free in Seattle and chock full of nature-induced stuffiness and sneezing in Baltimore? The west coast is so clearly superior it just kills me.
Mornings. I don't see anything nice about mornings. Maybe I would appreciate them more if I wasn't so sleepy then. Before noon just sucks overall in my opinion.
Working 11 hours in a row without food. Cereal doesn't count.
"We should all just quit together."
-Paul
Friday, October 17, 2008
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