Saturday, 1. August 2009, 22:33:23
stereotype
I'm considering switching blog sites. My Opera doesn't have enough people who are similar to me. There are no poetry or craft communities, and no hint of interest were I to start one. There is one other problem that I have here, that I never had at other domains. There are creepy people who barely speak English, trying to friend me; looks like the kind of people who think that living in the Westernized world automatically makes you promiscuous. Is it offensive of me to refer to them that way? I hope so.
Friday, 20. March 2009, 00:59:03
Last week I won a free trial week at Goodlife Fitness. They tried to sell me a membership, taught me how to use the machines, and sicked me on the place. Well I was not going to waste an oppurtunity. That week I spent three hours a day there. Warmup, weights, stretch, cardio, tai chi/pilates/yoga class, every day I could. It's not hard when you're only working about three hours a day. See? I told you I have everything!
Friday, 27. February 2009, 00:36:09
recipes, links, food, art
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What have I been doing this week? Don't ask. Just don't ask. I don't want to talk about it. But I've found these:
Food:
Recipes from the DepressionTeenage Fantasy Art:
A Chinese UnicornAn Obese FairyAn Alien on Another Planet
Thursday, 19. February 2009, 23:51:21
potatoes, recipe, food
I've already told a few people about this recipe, but I'm looking for something to post. I love potatoes!
Stuff needed:
Medium pot
Medium bakeware
1 pound ham (the precooked kind)
1 can creamed corn
3-4 carrots (peeled)
4-5 potatoes (peeling is optional)
Put all the potatoes and half the carrots on to boil.
In the bakeware, cut up ham, slice in remaining carrots, dump in creamed corn, and mix.
When the boiling stuff is soft, drain and mash or whip. Add your favourite potato softening agents (milk, butter, egg, whatever).
Smooth mashed potatoes on top of pie, creating a seal around the edges but leaving a hole in the centre. This sounds fussy, but is actually important as the creamed corn will want to boil, and you would prefer it to boil out of the centre rather than out the sides where it will mess up your oven.
I bake it at 350 for 30 minutes. Just pick your favourite temperature at which you can predict when the carrots on the inside will be done.
Serves 4 pigs. Mmm, comfort food!
Tuesday, 17. February 2009, 03:44:16
This year, I found out that Family Day Weekend coincides with Presidents' Day weekend. This means that the Customer Service Representatives get the day off, too. Thankfully, I was rejected from the local phone answering factory, so I would have gotten the day off, anyways.
I spent the weekend relaxing south of Huntsville in the hunting lodge of Clayton's parents. We watched too much TV and some anime. Movies, too. I read little. I couldn't sleep at night until the house was dark and quiet. It sure is annoying to have the TV on all the time. I would be eating my breakfast, wondering when whoever was watching this pathetic show would come back to watch it, or why didn't they tell me I could turn it off? Leaving the thing on is like leaving a mess after you're done building something--a mess that yells at you all the time. "Bitch, bitch, bitch!" "Buy me, buy me, buy me!" "lookit i ken wear clos and pos kuz i m hawt!!!" Other than that, my stay was pretty relaxing. I made nanner bread in a woodburning oven. I tried a cigar. I hung out with Cole. I also think that the DVDs we watched were pretty good. They're not TV.
My intention was to let Clayton go by himself so that we could get scheduled time apart. I ended up going because he suggested that we might have a chance to buy insurance down there, and parental advice would be helpful. Well, we didn't. Everything was alright, though.
Sunday, 8. February 2009, 20:36:12
www.flamesandash.com
My name is Vicki. I like kites, sewing, cooking, thread bracelets, crocheting, reading, writing, and playing video games. I work at an indy sub restaurant with the family who owns it. I play too much Team Fortress and have gotten all inspired to post about the hobbies I am neglecting. Most people who play FPSs are jerks anyways, so I am going to start limiting my gameplay to the times when my favourite server is active. It is a server with fewer jerks. Since it is usually an evenings/weekend server, I will now have more time to do everything else.
Thank you,
~Kiddalee
Thursday, 2. October 2008, 15:55:42
Privos, feet, injury, shoes
I need new shoes again. My new brown Privos are marvelous, but my black shoes are worse than they look. My original intention had been to wear the black shoes in poor weather and the Privos the rest of the time, but there is just too much poor weather. I hate having to replace shoes before they're worn out, but I just can't work in them any more. They have zero toe support, and the heel isn't what I would exactly call support. In addition, the sole is too small for my foot. I can't jog home from work or climb hills without worrying about stepping on my shoes the wrong way and twisting an ankle.
That is exactly the reason why my feet are vulnerable to those shoes in the first place. Almost two years ago, in early spring, I twisted my ankle skipping home from a very eroded rock I had just failed to climb. You'd think it's the rock that would have hurt me. I can hardly make sense of what happened. I climbed down from the rock, went to hop over the soft, shallow ditch next to it, and apparently that is the moment in which the shoe landed on an angle. My ankle twisted, I suppose my reflexes bounced it back, then I did a bellyflop on the nearby pavement, scraped my knees, ruined my new pants which I had been looking for for several months before I bought them, and ended up with a bad foot that may never heal properly.
I'd be better off with cheap, trendy flats than with this sensible looking shoe that is built like a rice bowl. No support is better than wrong support.
Sunday, 28. September 2008, 20:23:51
self, normal, Writersco, renting
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I have just officially resigned from staffhood at WritersCo. If only I had done it before being absent for months. Too many of us just fade away without word. It was wrong of me to stay on if I wasn't working, and I feel much better to have resigned rather than wait for the owner to give up on me. What a burden.
I have been generally inactive for the past several months. Clayton is begging me to go out and become a part of something, or to return to my previous endeavors. While I should be grateful to have a boyfriend who isn't trying to stop me, my growth is slow. I don't have to return to WritersCo to grow - don't worry about that. Instead, I've joined the North Bay Choral Society, my hours are full-time for the fall, and I'm crocheting a bit. Next will probably be Church, but possibly Wynterblue.
I have an all-around nice feeling in me right now, but it is only there to combat the nervousness I felt about my landlord's unexpected visit. He is supposed to give at least a day's notice (or was that two?) if he means to visit the apartment. I didn't get ten minutes' notice of him bringing an acquaintance in to inspect a coffee table that we are borrowing from him. I hope I get notice if somebody means to buy it. I need to empty and replace the thing, and Clayton and I both would like not to be in the middle of sex when they come to take it.
I feel better than I did before writing.
Thursday, 4. September 2008, 18:07:21
work, disagreeable, women, gossip
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I'm a ninny. I don't want to blog now because of the judgemental people at work.
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Why can't people just assume the best about each other?
Wednesday, 9. April 2008, 19:10:36
salad, mistake, cooking, recipe
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I am traumatized.
One should never use breaded chicken strips in a salad with too many onions and homemade oil and vinegar dressing. The breading soaks up the overabundant vinegar.
So concerned was I with not wasting food this Sunday, I ate almost half the salad before conceding that it was not edible. In consequence, I learned to waste food after heating myself up in the shower Monday morning. Later, I was strictly reminded. My chest is still sore from heaving. So, I did not work, Monday evening.
The things I ate aren't supposed to cause food poisoning, but my stomach rejected them anyways. Of course, my biggest problem is psychological. That stuff was so gross, it makes me want to barf again. Now that it's not in my stomach any more, though, my body seems not to be so eager to expell it. Smart body. It somehow knows which contents of the stomach are the same things that I hated putting in my mouth.
I still don't want to cook with onions, lettuce, or Compliments reduced-fat breaded chicken strips again. How I am going to live without onions or lettuce is anyone's guess. Maybe I'll just have to suck it up.
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