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Jul. 28th, 2006 11:56 amFrom Salon.com:
( A scary survey for the GOP )
From NPR.org:
( Poll Suggests GOP Control of House Is Tenuous )
( A scary survey for the GOP )
From NPR.org:
( Poll Suggests GOP Control of House Is Tenuous )
Jul. 28th, 2006
Drawers. You know those Sterilite plastic drawers that you can buy in fifty different sizes and stack up? I love those. The other day I splurged a bit with some gift cards and got a three-drawer cart for Charles's clothes and six small drawers for computer cables and small parts. Then the five drawers of a slightly different make I used for my clothes and for sheets and towels.
I also love Rubbermaid container tubs, the big ones, again because they stack and they fit so much stuff into them. Charles saved almost all of his notebooks and papers from college (his mom's stuck with the earlier stuff) so I just shoved it all in two tubs and stuck it on the bottom shelf. Now I don't have to think about how much crap he has anymore, though I was about ready to kill him over the weekend I was reorganizing the closet. My Lord, that boy has a lot of stuff. At least I got him to toss the >1 gig hard drives and the PII motherboards/processors, all that kind of stuff. And the tape drive. Hehe.
Cooking. I'm making a kind of stew/soup today, mushrooms and barley and lentils and chicken, and I find I really like the hands-on prep work the best. The other day I bought a couple of whole cut-up chickens at the store, and I think I'm going to stick with that instead of the bags of frozen chicken breasts -- I mean really, for the kind of cooking I do, there's no reason I need all-white breast meat. There's something fun about tearing a cooked chicken apart and shredding the meat by hand: burning your fingertips a little, slicing the meat from the bone, picking out the tenderest and smoothest slivers of meat and popping them in your mouth. I feel very accomplished somehow, though it's not as if chicken-wrangling is special or particularly new to me.
Baby guinea pigs. Karen's pig gave birth recently -- poor Cactus Jack, everyone thought she was a boy until it was too late -- and OMG BABY PIGS. Karen let me hold one. I thought it would've been pink and wrinkly like other baby rodents, but it was fully-furred and open-eyed and just as nice as anything. I might have to sneak up there sometime and just hold them and touch their little ears (I promise I'll be good).
My family. By which I mean the cat and the husband, even if they're demanding and messy (but at least the cat doesn't have three-fourths a closet full of stuff). Microkitty, who is usually just "kitty" around here, is so incredibly laid-back and loving and tolerant -- I can cuddle her in embarrassing ways and she doesn't seem to care at all, and she'll come up and sit on you whenever she's got a chance -- and of course the husband is a very good sort of husband, supporting me in my unemployed state and saying nice things about my cooking and all that. If you'll forgive me for boasting, I really am rather proud of him; his job was originally supposed to be a year-long position, which they offered to him because he'd done good work as the residence hall's tech guy, but they found him so indispensable that they made the position permanent and gave him the right of first refusal. They probably would have established a similar position in the department anyway -- they were terribly understaffed -- but another guy, one who didn't work as hard or as well as Charles, might have been replaced at the end of his year. So yeah, I'm proud.
I also love Rubbermaid container tubs, the big ones, again because they stack and they fit so much stuff into them. Charles saved almost all of his notebooks and papers from college (his mom's stuck with the earlier stuff) so I just shoved it all in two tubs and stuck it on the bottom shelf. Now I don't have to think about how much crap he has anymore, though I was about ready to kill him over the weekend I was reorganizing the closet. My Lord, that boy has a lot of stuff. At least I got him to toss the >1 gig hard drives and the PII motherboards/processors, all that kind of stuff. And the tape drive. Hehe.
Cooking. I'm making a kind of stew/soup today, mushrooms and barley and lentils and chicken, and I find I really like the hands-on prep work the best. The other day I bought a couple of whole cut-up chickens at the store, and I think I'm going to stick with that instead of the bags of frozen chicken breasts -- I mean really, for the kind of cooking I do, there's no reason I need all-white breast meat. There's something fun about tearing a cooked chicken apart and shredding the meat by hand: burning your fingertips a little, slicing the meat from the bone, picking out the tenderest and smoothest slivers of meat and popping them in your mouth. I feel very accomplished somehow, though it's not as if chicken-wrangling is special or particularly new to me.
Baby guinea pigs. Karen's pig gave birth recently -- poor Cactus Jack, everyone thought she was a boy until it was too late -- and OMG BABY PIGS. Karen let me hold one. I thought it would've been pink and wrinkly like other baby rodents, but it was fully-furred and open-eyed and just as nice as anything. I might have to sneak up there sometime and just hold them and touch their little ears (I promise I'll be good).
My family. By which I mean the cat and the husband, even if they're demanding and messy (but at least the cat doesn't have three-fourths a closet full of stuff). Microkitty, who is usually just "kitty" around here, is so incredibly laid-back and loving and tolerant -- I can cuddle her in embarrassing ways and she doesn't seem to care at all, and she'll come up and sit on you whenever she's got a chance -- and of course the husband is a very good sort of husband, supporting me in my unemployed state and saying nice things about my cooking and all that. If you'll forgive me for boasting, I really am rather proud of him; his job was originally supposed to be a year-long position, which they offered to him because he'd done good work as the residence hall's tech guy, but they found him so indispensable that they made the position permanent and gave him the right of first refusal. They probably would have established a similar position in the department anyway -- they were terribly understaffed -- but another guy, one who didn't work as hard or as well as Charles, might have been replaced at the end of his year. So yeah, I'm proud.