Friday, April 30, 2010
So we're going to try a little prednisone and see if it will reduce the swelling a little.
As long as I don't bulk up like a hippopotamus or go bonkers it's worth a try.
MRI to see how things are going.
Huge possibility of surgery.
Last night was the pity party.
I was the only one invited.
Today though is good.
The water's running.
Happy Fuckin' Friday!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
I need a light behind or beside my chair so I can work.
I could move a spare but it is a spare because it has no shade.
I do not want to buy a shade.
I want to sit and knit thank you very much.
While I watch Red vs Blue.
The MEGA BUNDLE with every single episode and extras.
Which Big Daddy D ordered.
It has been shipped.
It has not arrived.
Friday, April 23, 2010
So since it's Fucking Friday I of course decided it was high time(after whining to Mommy and Sissy for four, yes that's 4, hours) to see another Dr about my back.
And of course since it's Fucking Friday and after 4:30pm the office is closed until Monday am. I am free to call 911 or go the the emergency room if I so desire, otherwise just call back during regular office hours.
It is so a Fucking Friday.
I can even say this (you know-cause it IS Fucking Friday and all)
"FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK"!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Mistakes happen, accept it and move on.
Wash your hands before you leave the thrift store-especially if you can't remember to put BIODEGRADABLE wipes in the car.
Sometimes cats are really loud and demanding.
Sometimes dogs are too.
I dream of knitting and crocheting.
I dream of feeding hedgehogs with tiny bottles.
It is quite cold and rainy today.
Pain is exhausting.
I love mint mojito gum and buy a pack every time I see it for sale.
Finding a chair that doesn't want to kill me is going to be a job.
Wait I already said that.
I love lying in bed when I've just woken up because for those few minutes I can pretend that everything is fine and the world and my back are at peace.
Since it's raining I need to change out of these flip flops.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Are you ready for the easiest and tastiest bread ever?
In a gallon pitcher(I thought for a while I'd be making tea but you know, I never do so I've had the pitcher hanging out, just waiting for it's true calling) thoroughly combine in order given:
3 cups warm water
6 1/2 cups of all purpose flour (I use King Arthur Flour-unbleached all-purpose to be exact)
1 1/2 tbsp yeast
2 tsp kosher salt
I use a wooden spatula to get into the corners of my pitcher.
When it is all stirred together pop the lid on the pitcher and stick it in the fridge at least overnight but up to a week.
When you are ready to bake some awesome bread pull your pitcher of dough out of the fridge. Get out a flexible cutting board, lightly flour it and by default your hands, reach into the pitcher and tear off/pull out a big wad of dough-about half of what you've got-and put it on the cutting board. Sprinkle a bit more flour on top and fold the dough over on itself a couple of times and shape it into a ball.
Cover it with a dish towel and let it rise for an hour or two-it should look about half again as big as it was.
While your dough is rising preheat your oven to 425 degrees and put a cast iron skillet in there to get hot too. If you don't have a cast iron skillet, well honestly what are you thinking? I know they can be heavy and believe me I feel it when I pick one up but sometimes nothing else will do.
Anyway, your oven is hot, your skillet is hot and your dough is risen.
Carry your board with the dough on it over to the hot skillet and just kinda roll/plop it in there and center it of course.
Sprinkle/pour an ounce of water over the top of the dough and pop it in the oven for about 45 minutes.
You know it's done when the bread is nice and brown and crusty and sounds hollow when you tap the bottom.
Let cool a bit-10 minutes or so if you can-cut off a hunk, slather it with butter and go to town eating that thing.
Repeat until the pitcher is empty.
When your last loaf is shaped and rising, !!! WITHOUT WASHING THE PITCHER!!!, just dump the ingredients in, give 'em a stir and start again.
So easy anyone can do it. There is no kneading, no proofing, no clean up, and no real guessing-just delicious awesome tasty homemade bread!
* not so great cell phone pictures since I have once again misplaced my camera
*I shlepped this recipe from here. Okay it was pretty easy to cut and paste the link but finding and testing an easy recipe like this JUST FOR YOU- that was the laborious part. Kinda. Cause the bread is so damn easy really. Alright alright...there was no shlepping involved.
MAKE THE BREAD!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Just look at Blue. He is a pretty big boy now. Actually, he's HUGE!
Tiff how old do you think he is anyway? 8 months old? I'm drawing a bit of a blank here.
Here's an old picture of Reepacheep for comparison.
Anyways Blue is bigger than Reepacheep and boy howdy, are those two trying to figure out who goes where.
Oh the drama.
It's a little funny but I'd rather not have that mess.
We've tried the negotiation route.
Sadly they don't really speak English and I don't really speak cat so negotiations hit a wall early on.
We have experimented with drugs while they are together in the house to try and help them learn to get along. We gave catnip to them both yesterday in the hopes that their getting high together might calm the hostilities a bit. As it turns out that is not exactly what happened. It seems those two are total nipheads and after his first sample of the good stuff Reepacheep not only did not want to go outside, when I got him out he spent most of the day trying to get back in and back to the goods. Blue mstly lolled about and I swear I saw him the exact moment he realized he had the munchies. When they weren't busy licking up/rolling in/drooling on their catnip they were scoping each other out, trying to think of ways to remove the other cat from the vicinity in order to take his shit. Blue has been observed perched protectively in front of his little baggie of herbal goodness, watching Reepacheep with the evil death ray eyes that only a pissed off stoned kitty can achieve, ears back and paw at the ready. Reepacheep was falling more into the "can't we all just get along?" category, rolling over and showing the world his soft fluffy belly, eyes closed in kitty ecstasy.
Until Blue pounced of course.
Time to break out the peacekeeper mission plan.
In their drugged out fog they totally forgot I have the squirt bottle and won't let them send fur flying.
I just got the floors mopped after all.
Monday, April 12, 2010
In the head, I mean.
Because I sometimes think I can do things that, really, I know I can't.
I'm not talking higher math here, just simple things like moving furniture or using the vacuum cleaner.
And then I do them.