When All Else Fails, Cook.

Posted on September 2, 2005 by Frog

Man, what a crappy week. Three mind numbing days of data entry to rebuild a training database (although the team of people working on the project were awesome), non-stop talking/thinking about Katrina and then watching the lines at gas stations grow. Remember when gas was less than a dollar? Am I an old lady just for saying remember when?

Tonight I’m making the chicken curry dish I drooled over at In My Kitchen. She has a way of making me want to copy-cat cook. Plus, the better-half found out yesterday afternoon he landed a big contract. He likes the spicy/indian/curry/delicious thing so I’m making it a celebration dinner.

I bought a whole chicken at the store on the way home so it will either be roasted or smoked this weekend. Either way we’ll be eating well.

Enjoy your weekend and hug your family*.

*Excuse me while I go grab the barf bag.
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I’d Like To Be Naive

Posted on September 1, 2005 by Frog

While lunching today at the sports bar down the street, we couldn’t help but watch college calf and goat roping, an exercise infomercial, baseball and news about NOLA. I work with people who have decades of experience in social services and social justice and one of the things we discussed is how those who live in the areas hardest hit by the hurricane are the poorest people. These are the people that probably won’t be back to their homes (in this case home means the feeling of home not the structure they once lived in that’s now washed down the street) because when the city is rebuilt will poor people get first dibs or will high dollar developers get the first crack? I think we all know the answer.

How do you like these apples?

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No Woman, No Cry

Posted on August 31, 2005 by Frog

First-hand account can be found here.

The usual suspects.

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None of them received a hero’s welcome

Posted on August 31, 2005 by Frog

Yesterday I got our August power bill and was stunned to see it was only $54.06. I showed the bill to the better-half and said, “I don’t think this is right. Turning the thermostat up a degree really shouldn’t save us over $100″. We went out and looked at the meter. We have one of those digital meters and couldn’t see if it was working–other than the fact no numbers flipped while we were looking at it. Time passed and I started the dryer. I asked the better-half what the last two digits were on the meter when we went out and looked earlier and they were 19. With the dryer spinning, the numbers were still 19.

The power company is coming tomorrow to fix our meter. I hope they let us slide with the $54 bill since we were being so honest about the meter dying.

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Cat Scratch Fever

Posted on August 29, 2005 by Frog

So, the cat has developed a very annoying habit of whining for treats. We can’t go into the kitchen after work without that rat cat yowling for treats. Specifically the green bag of Temptations. He really doesn’t care if he has his Kuntry Kitty Katnip (or whatever ridiculous name is printed on the little bag) because he is addicted to Temptations. Right now he has a nearly full bowl of food that he walks right by to commence the wailing for Temptations. And, it is such a bitchy little whine too. I think we need to do an intervention.

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Like a Well Oiled Machine

Posted on August 28, 2005 by Frog

The alarm went off at 7 am this morning. We packed up, turned in the keys, recycled glass and plastic, ate a full breakfast and made the 9am ferry.

Of course I was ready to start packing up at 4am because as much as we enjoy the cottage we despise the bed and the ceiling fans. The better-half refers to the bed at the cottage as The Rack and the ceiling fans should be taken out and shot to put them out of my misery. Clackety-clack-clack-clack.

The food was (as this morning’s waitress said) marvelous. And, we continued our tradition of eating seafood every day. Bliss.

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Soak Up Some Sun

Posted on August 21, 2005 by Frog

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Not One But Three

Posted on August 21, 2005 by Frog

The better-half and I were just arguing about steak and cheese sandwiches. He’s been on a jones lately and, lord have mercy, he’d better have one soon.

I just had to walk away from the latest argument because I came up with three tasty theoretical versions and got no lovin’. Here are my three versions and you may decide…

Crusty bread is the first ingredient in all versions.

1st sandwich:
heavily slather on the mayo, then add the meat, then add the cheese, then eat. Heaven.

2nd sandwich:
just skim the sandwich with mayo, add the meat and cheese. MMMMMNNN.

3rd sandwich:
skim the sandwich with mayo, add slices of tomato, shredded lettuce, cheese and meat. Oh lordy.

He asked me where the vinaigrette was? I told him the grease would have to do and who in the world adds vinaigrette? So, what’s your verison?

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Like a Red Hot Poker Through the Eye

Posted on August 20, 2005 by Frog

How long do you wait out a headache before you thrust a red hot poker through your eye? I woke up around 6am today with a headache. I thought maybe I was sleeping oddly on my head so I rearranged and lay there for another 30 minutes. When I got up I thought my head was going to explode. I took my sinus pill and a motrin. I got back into bed for another half an hour and then decided to just get up and get cracking. I drank some milk and some water and 1 1/2 cups of coffee and took two more motrin and I’m still suffering. That’s at least a 6 hour headache. Where’s the red hot poker?

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Stella For Star

Posted on August 19, 2005 by Frog

I finished observing the course I’ve been observing all week and headed back to my office around 10:45 this morning. As I was turning on my computer at the office, my co-worker said is that you? I said yep. She was thrilled she didn’t have to send me an email. I thought it was a little strange so I walked down the little hallway. Out popped my supervisor and my co-worker. They both said we’re so glad you are here. We were making plans for lunch. Now, that’s a good work environment.

We waited for another co-worker and then went to Stella’s (a greek restaurant that isn’t exactly a down-home greek place). I got the Avocado Melt open-face sandwich and while the avocado, cheese, red onions and roasted red pepper were good, I couldn’t get enough of the crusty sandwich bread which was heavily drizzled in olive oil. I would have licked the plate but I was with my supervisor and I have a six month evaluation coming up. I’d hate to see “she licks her plate” show up in the negative column.

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