31 July 2011

Back to reality.

Girls' Weekend 2011 is over. Despite the fact that I had a lovely time, I was very glad to get back to Minneapolis and my apartment and all my stuff.

I'm sunburned, full of bug bites and pretty tired. However, spending time on a lovely lake, with lovely views with lovely friends made it all worth it.

We went to High Banks Resort on the shores of Lake Winnibigoshish. I think internets research told us that Lake Winnie, as the locals call it, is the fourth largest lake in Minnesota. We could see, faintly, the other side. It got rough around 4:00 on both Friday and Saturday. It was weird. Bottom line -- I would totally recommend a visit to High Banks Resort. The prices were reasonable, the cabins lovely and they make a darn good Bloody Mary. Plus -- DOGS! There were dogs running around for the petting the whole time we were there. It was awesome.

The only real bad thing was the mouse in the cabin when we returned from our trip to Target in Grand Rapids. I didn't even have to see it -- the Brave Erin and Jen captured Stuart Little and released him to the wild. We didn't see anything else, but I barely slept last night. Such is life in the woods, I guess.

My laundry is done and I am clean. I have enough leftovers for two days worth of lunch, which is nice. I had time to do some cooking tonight, but I'm glad I got to mostly chill. 'Cause it's Shark Week, y'all. The one with actual sharks on the Discovery channel. Not the one that makes my life miserable.

28 July 2011

Still goin'.

Oh man. I am tired. I got up about an hour earlier than normal today, after sleeping very poorly.

BUT! I'm now on vacation. I have lots to do, though, before 11:00 tomorrow morning. I've started packing non-clothing, non-toiletry things. I've run errands. I washed my new beach towel. I did my toe nails. I have my non-refrigerated foods packed. For the most part. I think. Also the booze.

Very glad I'm not working tomorrow. Looking forward to hangin' with my girls, drinking and floating in a lake.

Okay, so I have to quit, 'cause I'm tired and stuff.

26 July 2011

Can't blog. Baking.

I'm making banana bread for my dad's birthday on Friday. My sister was nice enough to offer to come to my office to pick it up Thursday before she goes home. I'd have dropped them off after work tomorrow, but I have dogs to sit.

My other option was mailing them. And now that Mary Lucia let slip that she uses the same Post Office branch I do, I'm going to be going there a lot more often. I stalk because I care.

Also, Twins rallying in the ninth and mix tapes still being assembled. And I went to yoga for the first time in like, two months. For a shitty work day (another complainy post for another day) and a Monday in a Hat, it's not too bad.

25 July 2011

Can't blog. Making mix tapes.

Or making playlists. And updating spreadsheets. Girls' Weekend is coming up. Just three more days until it's vacation time.


24 July 2011

Where did this day go?

I was up at like, 9:15 and home from the gym by ... oh, I'm not sure ... 1:30ish? Yeah, right around there. However, I'm not entirely sure where the intervening eight or so hours have gone.

Let's see ... I watched Bert Blyleven get inducted into the baseball hall of fame. I did my laundry (though, now that I think about it, my gym clothes/socks/undies are still waiting to be folded and my pillowcases are sitting in a pile on my bed as well), watched the Twins lose and I just finished dishes after cooking up some chicken breasts and making mashed potatoes and cauliflower.

Oh, mashed cauliflower. Where have you been all my life? I've been meaning to make it for at least two years. However, I so love oven-roasted cauliflower that I was never tempted to try it. Until tonight. I mixed in some purple and regular fingerling potatoes I bought at the Uptown Market today (I just missed out on tomatoes ... if I'd just bought the first few I'd seen instead of walking another block to see if there were any that looked better ... fuck) and holy damn. Amazing. It's just like mashed potatoes, but better, because there's that sharpish cauliflower flavor in there. I know I've said I love oven-roasted cauliflower, but there's a new fave in town.

Speaking of the Uptown Market, I was totally stoked to see that it was longer than a block today. AND the Hola Arepa truck was there. I've been dying to try an arepa and their cucumber lemonade. However, I waited in line for at least 10 minutes and didn't move at all. I was hot, sweaty, tired, hungry and not wearing sunscreen. So I went home, totally disappointed (and as I recently learned, sunburned, because I burn in 15 minutes without sunscreen). Maybe in two weeks, when I'm around again on Sunday?

The rest of my day was spent engrossed in A Clash of Kings, the second in the George R.R. Martin series A Song of Ice and Fire. At the rate I'm going, I'll have all the books done months before the second season of Game of Thrones starts in the spring.

Speaking of my reading, I must be getting back to it. I doubt I'll have much time for it this week, so I want to get as much in as I can.

23 July 2011

Ratcheting up the nerdiness.

Look, I was no nerd slouch before I started hanging out with The Boy I Currently Like. My Star Wars and Harry Potter nerdiness were probably enough to cover the apparently glaring holes in my overall nerd cred.

However, since The Boy and I have been hanging out, he's really been working -- and succeeding -- at turning me into an even bigger nerd. I'm reading fantasy books. I'm reading comics. I'm watching Battlestar fucking Galactica.

The thing is, none of it has been pulling teeth. He tells me about a book, I take, read it and love it. He gives me some comics. I take them, read them, love them and can't wait for more. He starts me watching Game of Thrones. I love it. Cannot wait for the next season. I take the books. I read them and I'm totally into them. I had a few moments hanging out with him last night where I wished I was reading.

Fortunately, I don't think he's created a monster. Yet. I mean, yeah, I've had some moments wishing I was reading the books he gave me while hanging out with him. Other than that, though, I doubt I'll be going out on my own to find more nerd stuff. Why bother, when someone will bring it right to me?

In other news, I'm sure you've heard that Amy Winehouse has died. I'm not shocked -- I can't imagine anyone is. Still, it's a goddamn fucking shame. I've got "Back to Black" on right now and I'm wearing a shitload of winged black eyeliner in tribute. I hope you've found peace, Amy.

21 July 2011

Other stuff going on.

I meant to blog last night, but I was reading. I meant to blog tonight, but I was baking and reading and going to the gym and talking to The Boy I Currently Like.

You're not missing much. I was mostly going to write about all the people annoying me and so on. Or possibly about baking or reading. Or the Twins? Does it matter? It wouldn't have been interesting.

Really, you should be thanking me.

19 July 2011

I really should be more careful.

My ill-feeling evening last night is seeming more and more to be some sort of heat-related episode. I had chills and then a fever! But I woke up this morning feeling mostly okay, save for being tired.

There really aren't many situations where you can shake off a fever and chills overnight, are there? I was fairly concerned when I went to bed, as I was so hot, but wasn't sweating. I know that's not good. I tried to drink a lot of water and well, that stuff worked, I guess.

I'm in the same situation right now -- it's 93 degrees outside (feels like 111!) and it's hot in here (78 degrees) because I have my oven on, like an idiot. But I'm hot. My neck and cleavage are a bit glowy.

This all leads me to believe I fucked some shit up last night. I might skip the gym tomorrow night, just to be on the safe side. I have a book to read and shit, anyway. Speaking of that ... laters!

18 July 2011

First World problems in the summer.

I don't feel very good at all. I'm foggy-headed, tired, dizzy, cold in my 79-degree apartment, with some congestion and a touch of post-nasal drip. Oh, and I have a headache.

A summer cold is really kind of the last thing I need right now. Fuck. I hope sleep takes care of it. I'm going to try to get to bed after The Daily Show, but I'm really getting into A Clash of Kings (sequel to A Game of Thrones).

I must be disciplined! I must rest. At least if I am sick, I should be able to work from home Wednesday and Thursday. So there's that? Maybe I'm just dehydrated? Hello?

17 July 2011

So. Freakin'. Hot.

And steamy. It's only 93 degrees right now. Though, with the heat index, it feels like 107 (down from 109 an hour or so ago). It's gross out there. It's been gross out there. When I got up this morning, my kitchen and living room windows were fogged up and full of condensation. When I go outside, my sunglasses fog up.

Possibly like an idiot, I walked to the gym this morning. It was 87 (felt like 99) when I left. I thought I would be exhausted by the time I go there, but I managed an hour of pretty good cardio. Then I decided to walk to the grocery store and hit the Uptown Market on the way home. Kinda dumb. Those last three blocks seemed to take forever. I was so hot and so tired, I just wanted to lay down for a while. It took me well more than an hour to cool down after getting home and showering, and I still don't feel quite right. I've got a fucking headache. I should probably drink more water.

There are clouds rolling in and it is getting awfully dark in my living room, but I don't want to turn on any lights, so I gave up on reading to write this-here blog post and to do some work. I'm waiting to do laundry or anything resembling cooking until it starts to get dark. Or maybe after the thunderstorms come through and cool things off a bit.

Kinda bummed I'm missing the Bastille Day Block Party, but it's just too goddamn hot to be drinking beer outside. I did that one year, when it wasn't quite as hot, and I was home drunk and asleep by like, 8:00.

I'm going to stop here. I still have work to do and my laptop battery will start to get hot. And we don't need any extra heat up in this bitch.

15 July 2011

Workin' for the weekend.

Busy Fridays suck. I mean, I didn't have any meetings or anything, but I worked my ass off all goddamn day and didn't get to let up, save for trivia time. That's bullshit. Fridays should be low-key, duck out early, screw-around days.

This would have been a most excellent Friday for me to get to leave early, as The Boy I Currently Like has family in town and is busy. I could have left early and gone to the gym. Or gone drinking. Or something. As it happened, I hit the bank and Target and then went to see the Physical Therapist and her wee baby. That was delightful -- don't get me wrong. I've not had any alone time with the Physical Therapist in ages and the wee baby is delightful. She seems to like TV a lot already. I like her!

So, I've reached the point where a weekend without The Boy doesn't freak me out at all. In fact, I kinda welcomed it. Truth be told, I was totally okay when he went camping, too, last month. I adore him and love hanging out with him. But now that a weekend all to myself is a bit more rare, I enjoy it a whole lot more.

Of course, there won't be much going on this weekend. Well, I'm sure there will be stuff going on. However, it's supposed to be roughly a million degrees all weekend, so I don't see myself doing many things that involve the outdoors. W and I are going to see HP7.5 tomorrow. I'm crazy fucking excited about that. Otherwise, I'm going to spend a lot of time on my couch, close to the AC, moving as little as possible.

Yay summer!

14 July 2011

Switchin' it up.

In an effort to clear myself some space in the fridge and, you know, eat the vegetables I get from my CSA box, I made fried quinoa tonight. That's right -- quinoa, not rice. Exciting, no? With it being a complete protein and all, I didn't even need meat. Tastes pretty good, but for some reason, I just can't get my quinoa to be dry enough to work really well for fried rice.

One really bad thing about CSA season is that my trash fucking REEKS to high heaven every few days. I'm always taking barely-full bags of trash out. It ain't right. If I had a bigger freezer, I'd freeze all of those vegetable scraps to use to make stock at a later date. But my fridge/freezer isn't even regular-sized.

As is the case with most Thursday nights, I had all kinds of things I was going to write about, or wanted to write about, or considered writing about. However, I'm usually wiped out on Thursdays, and this one is no different. So I can't remember any of it. Such is life.

13 July 2011

You can't have nice things unless you're married.

That's the message here, right? I know they're expensive, but we women can work now, and earn money to buy things. I'm fairly certain that KitchenAid stand mixers are sold off bridal registries.

Actually, I'm 100 percent positive that you can buy a KitchenAid stand mixer for anyone. My parents gave me one for Christmas a couple of years ago. SCANDALOUS. Urbanwanderlust got her mixer, Stella, as a birthday gift. After she was married. Crazy, right?

I asked for one for Christmas because I'm probably not going to get married. Why should I not have a KitchenAid stand mixer simply because I'm not going to get married? It's fucking ridiculous. One of these days, I'll probably buy myself a piece of Le Creuset cookware. It's decadent, sure. But why not? I cook a lot. I use my kitchen stuff all the time. Also, they last forever. Yeah, I won't have any kids to bequeath it to, but I have a nephew and a goddaughter and more of those on the way, I'm sure.

The other thing about that story that made me absolutely fucking insane was that people -- women, really, as the story is all about brides -- would put a KitchenAid stand mixer on their registry even though they don't really intend to use it. Fuck you, assholes. You can go straight to hell.

Yeah, I'm a bitter spinster who loves to bake. What are you gonna do about it?

12 July 2011

Makeup! Part Deux.

I went to Smart and Chic Beauty Lounge in lovely Northeast Minneapolis this evening for a Bring Your Own Makeup (BYOM) class. Sound familiar? It might, 'cause I did it before, not that long ago.

This time, I went with my sister, her friend, Urbanwanderlust, Tiger Beat Poet and a friend of the lovely Ms. U.Wanderlust. Once again, it was fun and enlightening. I did some crazy dramatic eye makeup, as you'll see below. I learned a couple of neat tricks along the way.

Probably I should have done some work tonight when I got home, but I ran over to Pizza Luce to get a slice for super-late dinner. I didn't get to eat before I left for the class, as I had to pack up my makeup and had to call the bank, because I fucking forgot my debit card in an ATM. Mother. Fucker. I'm not sure how I could have done something so goddamn motherfucking stupid. I mean, I'm forgetful, but not about shit like that. Yet here I am. I'm ashamed and pissed.

I need to do a dish (dishes, really, but I only need one for tomorrow). I should have cooked up some rice or quinoa so I can make fried rice/fried quinoa tomorrow night to use up some more of my CSA veggies, but that'll have to get done in the morning or something. Too much shit to do and it's too late to do any of it.

Enjoy some shitty pictures of my crazy dark eye makeup.

10 July 2011

Vegetable progress.

I've been sitting here, wanting to start this post for a few minutes, but I am distracted by Alan Rickman. There's a Harry Potter marathon on, you see. Oh my God. I'm SO FUCKING EXCITED for the last movie. I need to get in touch with W and make plans for us to see it.

So I believe I was carping about my horrible problem with all of the farm-fresh, organic vegetables I had in my fridge. I've managed to make some progress in getting some of my fridge and freezer space back today. I used up the last of my rhubarb to make muffins. I used most of my broccoli. I ate my leftovers from The Herkimer and I threw away a ton of olives, roasted red peppers and other jarred things from my fridge. Who knows if they were good or not, but I now have space for stuff. Yay!

I don't think I got as much done today as I would have liked. I missed Mojo and Jen's housewarming brunch, but I did get to the gym and got my laundry done. It was just so gross outside today that I could barely breathe, so I tried to limit the time I spent out of the house. Looks like there are some 70-degree days on the horizon, which sounds so freakin' lovely, I can't even tell you.

Apparently, I don't have much to say. I really thought I had more, but I was wrong. So, I'll just wish the Prison Librarian a Happy Birthday one day early. Yay!

09 July 2011

Too hot. Can't breathe.

Yeesh. It is gross out there. As far as I can tell, it's been roughly 86.5 degrees all day. It was 86 when The Boy I Currently Like and I finally got up today and according to my Weather Channel desktop thing, it's 87 now. And it's 67 percent humidity. EW.

I had plans with Law Talkin' Gal this evening, but she was feeling ill because of the poor air quality. I was thinking about heading to Nordeast for a bonfire with the GTs, but KayGee called and I ended up meeting her and The Prison Librarian at The Herkimer for dinner and drinks. We were going to hang out on the deck after, but it's so still out there tonight, we figured we'd be eaten alive by mosquitoes.

There's really nothing exciting to say. I managed to pawn off some lettuce and cabbage on KayGee and the Prison Librarian. My coworker with whom I split the CSA box was out yesterday and is out next week. I have so many fucking vegetables -- that lettuce and cabbage I gave them were the third iteration of that vegetable I had. Honest to Christ, it's ridiculous. But healthy! I'mma cook up some broccoli and cauliflower tomorrow. Wheeee! I'm not allowed to go to the Uptown Market tomorrow. Well, maybe I can just walk through ...

Ugh. I'm getting tired. Up way tooo late last night and I slept pretty craptastically. I should really settle down to get to bed.

05 July 2011

Open letter to a closer.

Dear Matt Capps,

Please stop sucking. If you want Joe Nathan to have his old job back, just fucking say so. You've had one blown save and were pulled twice. That's over your last three appearances. Shit, if Glen fucking Perkins comes in and saves your ass in consecutive appearances, I might forget about his episodes as a petulant little baby.

Either way, get your head out of your ass. Please. TIA!


04 July 2011


I guess it's good I'm not really into fireworks, since I had to work today. Don't get me wrong -- I enjoy the hell out of the Fourth of July. It's summer, there's drinking and a day off work. What isn't to love? Here I was going to write something about ... forced? ridiculous? overt? garish? I don't know what to call it, but it's kind of an objectionable amount of false or forced patriotism.

But whatever. It's cool.

The Boy I Currently Like and I hung out two times this weekend. And it wasn't because I was afraid of a mouse in my apartment. It was because he wanted to do it! It's exciting and stuff. Did I mention I have a toothbrush at his house now? I know.

So yeah ... I thought I had more to say, but I used my brain today, working for five hours. I'm going to veg out and watch TV or possibly read and maybe drink some wine and gird myself for a short work week. God, I fucking hope they've fixed the air conditioning. I'm useless when it's 82 degrees in the office.

03 July 2011

Doing the things I said I was going to do.

I am amazing! I am doing all the things I said I'd do today. And maybe more. But probably not more. That would be silly.

Despite sleeping until 10:00, I managed to drink some of my Bull Run coffee, go to the gym, hit Penzeys, the grocery store and the Uptown Market.

The last item on that list was awfully disappointing. It's supposed to be about five blocks long. I never saw it fill all five blocks last year, but they'd get out to about four blocks. Today, it was about a block and a half. Perhaps it was light due to the holiday. I don't know. This was the first chance I'd had to go this year. I'd be bummed if this was all it was going to be the rest of the summer. I still managed to buy some onions what I thought was one large, lovely head of lettuce. Turned out to be two smaller heads, but still lovely.

I even got my cleaning done! Or, I've made it less disgusting and dusty in here than it was. I definitely need to take another run at it sooner rather than later. The windows in this place are a joke. So much fucking dirt and dust gets in all the time. Oh well. I feel less gross now.

Since I'm heading over to hang out with The Boy I Currently Like in the near future (we're apparently not doing that thing involving the secret, but I think it's still a secret), I'll have to wait until tomorrow to make my rhubarb compote and balsamic strawberries. I'll be cooking anyway (pork chops in the crock pot) to have something for lunch for the week, so I might as well do it all together.

So, yeah.

02 July 2011

Oh, hello long weekend.

I woke up yesterday thinking it was Thursday. Didn't take me long to realize it was Friday and I was fucking delighted, especially since on Wednesday I was thinking it felt like Thursday. Of course, with this being a long weekend, things will feel even more fucked up tomorrow. And I welcome it!

Despite leaving The Boy I Currently Like's place way late today (we watched Inception -- it was good), I feel like I've gotten some stuff done today. I ran over to see the GTs to get a sourdough starter and deliver some Bull Run coffee. I did laundry. I cleaned a few things. I watched the Twins blow a 7-0 lead. I'm reading and watching The Empire Strikes Back. Not too shabby.

Coffee aside: if you've never tried Bull Run coffee, I highly suggest you get over to these parts and visit their shop on 34th and Lyndale. We had it last year at Girls' Weekend and when I heard they opened up a shop just down the street, I had to stop by. Since I really only make coffee at home one day per week (whatever weekend day I'm not waking up at The Boy's house and drinking tea), it lasted a while. But I was out last week and too lazy/tired/pressed for time to make it the just-more-than-one-block there. I got some Caribou French Roast at Rainbow and, well, compared to Bull Run, it tasted like ass. I'm ruined forever on this ridiculously good coffee. I'll still drink the (relatively) shitty office coffee during the week, but on the weekend, I fucking deserve more. Anyway, it's the best coffee I've ever had.

So ... where was I? Not even sure. The rest of the weekend is a bit of a mystery. The Boy and I are maybe supposed to go to a friend's family's cabin for some big thing, but I don't really know more and I understand it's something of a surprise, so I really can't say more. Whether that happens or not, I should be able to get to the gym and the Uptown Market, though, I'm not sure what I might need from the market. I'm kind of awash in CSA produce, but if I see something I like, I shall make room for it.

Unfortunately, there might be some work on the horizon for me this weekend as well. But that's probably Monday, so why even bother to think about it? Sounds like there's a good chance The Boy and I will hang out tomorrow regardless of whether we do it in St. Paul or on a lake. Though, honestly, the later sounds pretty freakin' awesome. The Boy is pretty freakin' awesome, as well, so whatever we do will be delightful. I feel bad, 'cause I was fucking exhausted last night, so I feel like I need to make up for my lack of ... whatever.

There is also cleaning and cooking to do before Tuesday, but at this point, I'm going to enjoy going to bed whenever my eyes can no longer focus on my book. I'm going to enjoy the hell out of my clean sheets and I'm going to get up when I wake up tomorrow.

Based on what I've been hearing thus far, I'm also going to be awoken in the wee hours by my neighbors shooting off fireworks that sound like fucking bombs. USA! USA! USA!