I know it is hotter than hot everywhere but I am sick of it. Sick. Of. It.
I haven’t been in the pool since the weekend. The water was 91 degrees on Sunday down from 95 on Saturday. How is that refreshing?
Perhaps I have mentioned that I’m working on a project at work with another group of people than the usual group. I really like what I’m working on and I’m totally serious about doing a good job on this project so that I will get to work on others like it.
Naturally, some of the people in the group of people I work with on a daily basis are unhappy that I have to keep going over to the other building. I also detect a bit of nose-out-of-joint when I put on my headphones and tune everyone out while I crank through work. They are so used to me hanging out and chatting about any old thing. While I do enjoy their company, I have disliked that I don’t have enough to do. My motto is The More Work The Better. This new project fits the bill completely. I just need to decide if it’s worth the trouble to tell my work mates that they need to get over it or if I should just let the situation work itself out.
We planted two cucumber plants and the better-half isn’t overly fond of cucumbers. Naturally the two cucumber plants are the most prolific cucumber plants in the history of cucumber plants. I took some to work in hopes that everyone would be thrilled to have watermelon-sized cucumbers. I got rid of most of them.
Today the better-half made a jerk marinade and put it over some chicken. We love jerk chicken–full of spice and a touch of heat. The heat comes courtesy of our first jalapeño pepper. Luckily that plant is away from the cucumber plants that threaten to take over the world.
To use up some of the monstrous cucumbers, I made a cucumber sauce for the chicken. We’ve never tried the sauce but wherever I found the recipe said it went well with jerk spices. I also made a Vietnamese cucumber soup to go with the chicken tonight. If the sauce and soup are horrible, it doesn’t really matter because there are 2 more cucumbers sitting on the counter and I haven’t even been out to the garden today to pick more.
Last night I was talking to my mother on the phone, she’s leaving for a week long trip to Guatemala tomorrow, and I noticed two rabbits running around the front yard. As I sat down to talk and watch, one of the rabbits pounded the other on the head. It took me no time at all to realize that some loving was about to happen. Sure enough, as soon as the female rabbit quit smacking the male on his head, she let him know foreplay was over. Of course, the amount of time it took him to do his thing seemed rather short and depressing. I guess the phrase about sex and rabbits is more about frequency instead of duration.
The better-half is spending some time with his mother this evening and I’ve been spending time with my computer. I have to write a personal statement as part of my grad school application. I looked around on the web for some examples but couldn’t find anything that remotely resembled what I have to do. I think I’m finally finished with it. I find it difficult to write 5-6 paragraphs about myself and why I’m a good candidate for graduate studies.
I received my Miller Analogies test results today and can’t quite believe how well I did. I did freakishly well. When I took the SATs (a gazillion times) and the GREs (twice), I couldn’t do well to save my life. Seriously, if the test results were to determine if I lived or died, I did poorly enough that the firing squad would have delivered my scores via arrows through my airy skull. I don’t think I’ve gotten smarter in the last dozen or so years, so I must be more determined this time. Gasp, could I be shedding some of my apathy? I hope not. I have to have something that distinguishes me as member of Gen-X.
On a totally different subject, how is it that Tracy Chapman’s debut album is still fabulous after all this time? It never sounds old or dated.
Know what’s cool? Sitting at the dinner table, at 8pm, after eating a wonderful tilapia, tomato (fresh!) and rice dish with a side of asparagus and saying, “hey, let’s go get in the pool.”
We installed the fence ourselves. We started the weekend of July 4th and didn’t get very far. It was wicked hot and we had company on a few of those days. We wrapped it up on the following weekend.
It turned out pretty well:
Apologies on the lack of posts this week. One thing leading to another meant that I didn’t have time to devote to the site outside of stamping out comment spam.
It is hot, hot, hot and as much as I like summer I’m ready for a cooling trend. Just once I’d like to walk outside and not become immediately drenched in sweat. A pretty picture indeed.
We’re scheduled to babysit The Niece from tonight until Sunday morning. I’m sure by Sunday afternoon I’ll need a nap. She told us the other day that she refuses naps. To each her own.
Anyone else under siege by comment spam lately? Is July National Comment Spam Month and no one told me?
All violence aside, does anyone have a recommendation on ice cream makers? Now that we don’t have one, I really want to make ice cream.
