Doesn't make a lot of sense, does it?

My cranky continues. FLocked entry about that in a bit.

Things that were good today:

• Some of my pictures of the eclipse came out well.
• New(ish) laptop coming TOMORROW! This may mean I can watch video on it.
  
• New Vat O' Soup: fire roasted tomato base and it is good. Damn good.
• LaLoo Goat Milk Ice Cream Black Mission Fig is really tasty and surprisingly inexpensive, low-fat, and calorie.
• I smell like Snowcake.
• CLEAN SHEETS! <33

Things that were not so good today:

• My stomach has been miserable all week. I don't know if it's a bug or I've been eating crap or both.
• Snow: we are getting it. 5-9" tomorrow, with most of it happening between 2 and 7pm.
  
• I have been freezing since last night. I just can't warm.
• My anxiety has been about +50 all day for no reason.
• I have not worked on my painting this week. Haven't even started it.
• I have a miserable headache. I sucked it up and took a percoset.

I was originally going to go into work with Steven tomorrow and bop over to UMB from there, but I was getting really anxious about it (probably because of the snow) and honestly, I don't want to get up at 6am on my last full day off. I can do that Monday. I just want to take it easy, drop by Mum's tomorrow and get my lappie, and maybe start the painting or finish the eclipse photos. One of our neighbours is interested in possibly buying a couple prints, so that would be cool.

Dude, they're talking about human-sheep hybrids on National Geographic. This is really kind of freaky. They're growing lambs with human organs. That really kinds of freaks me out.

So yea, I think just taking it easy tomorrow will be good. We have tuna steaks for dinner with bulgar and salad, plus the goat milk ice cream for dessert. We've restocked our fridge with mostly good food from our couple trips to Whole Foods and Trader Joe's, I have Meyer lemons to make pies tomorrow, and I finished our taxes and am getting a good enough refund that I can get my MacBook in a couple months. With it snowing, we can curl up, watch boxing, and maybe unwind for the week-end.

I need to figure out what those brightly coloured housewives with the wise ass sayings are called to I can make an icon.

We scooted to Whole Foods around 5 because we were a) out of food and b) bored. Mum gave us a selection of various Omaha Steak Company meats, including Italian Chicken breasts, a beef strew, and sole almondine. I was not a fan of what we had for veg, so ostentatiously, that's what we went for.

We ended up buying salad, grape tomatoes, Meyer lemons for lemon meringue pie, whole wheat flour, three tins of beans (garbanzo, black eyed, and navy), a large tin of crushed tomatoes, mixed frozen veg, edamame, barley, and a pound of ground beef. I'm currently making veg soup and it smells good.

Total damage: $29.61

I like this recipe because all I have to do is dump everything into a pot and let it simmer for a few hours. That will probably be lunch for the rest of the week, along with salad. It also changes every time you make it, depending on what ingredients you add (like mushrooms, which I love, or sauces.) I used chipolte sauce, garlic powder, white pepper, and sea salt this go-round. Other add-ins will be barley, mixed veg, and edamame.

Dinner is going to be sole almondine, salad, and broccoli... maybe a potato if Steven wants it. I <3 me some potato with greek yoghurt.

Maybe we really will do better about minding our health this year.

Why am I so hungry today!? I swear to god, all I've done today is eat. I had poptarts, a clam cake, some stuffing, popcorn, and chinese food. I'm sure the problem is the chinese food. You can't eat that and stay full, can you?

I love the chinesey goodness.

We went to Steven's great Uncle George's unveiling yesterday and then went to the reception after which was, in fact, at a chinese restaurant. I absolutely love that. Steven claims it's a Jewish tradition: when in doubt, have chinese. He claims it's genetic. You can't be jewish and not like chinese food.

We told Steven's Aunt Jan that we were getting married right before we left. She was very happy for and his North Shore relatives ooh'ed and ahh'ed over my (cheap) engagement ring. I love how good it looks, even if it does need a cleaning. I'm glad that we could at least brighten Jan's day a little. She's been one of the few close relatives that has supported our dating from day one. When Steven introduced me originally, all she asked was did I make him happy, he said yes, and she said that was all that really mattered. So, yes, I like her and the North Shore relatives, far more than I like some of the more immediate family. Though, hey, at least Steven's mom has been nicer to me recently. (Pod person)

I think we found a DJ for the wedding. He's going to charge us $450 for I think 5 hours, which would be amazing. I was planning on $1000. He's one of Mom's friends' son in laws, but he works with one of the more well-known hotels around here and Mom's heard him work and said he's very good. Better still is that he's willing to work with us on our music. So yea, if we go with him, that would free up a good chunk of our budget.

We also went to Michael's and mocked up my bouquet. It came out really nicely, if I do say so myself. Steven and I work well together. All I need to decide now is if I want to buy flowers now or wait. Sucks, because they're having a 50% off sale and a coupon this week. Oh well, I have till Saturday to decide.

We got the best calendar there, too. It's for 2006 and it's antique maps and it was A DOLLAR! How can you beat that? I filled in all the important info tonight and it was creepy to put our wedding on there. One year, 5 months to go...

We haven't been doing much around here. I still haven't been able to find a job, Steven's working both of his. My birthday's in a week. We've done lots of laundry and I'm going to take pictures of the hydrangeas out front tomorrow because they're really pretty.

Oh, and I'm really achy and that's why I'm still up. I need more surveys so it can look like I update more.

Mooooooonkies.

Am I gross for eating cucumbers dipped in basalmic vinegar for a snack?

First of all, CONGRATS BETH!! Steven and I totally wish you the best.

I took Steven out for his birthday dinner a little under a month early because when his actual birthday rolls around (March 12th.), I'll be four days post-op and we won't be able to go anywhere. I feel so shitty about it, too. I know he doesn't care; he prefers to just hide out at home, but I feel like a lame ass girlfriend since I can't even bake a cake (which is something I love to do anyway).

Okay, enough whining about that. We went to Bugaboo Creek Steakhouse, which is somewhere we went a lot when we were first dating. We've always had good meals and very few problems there. Steven had the spit roasted chicken and smoked baby back ribs and a Bass. I had the Black Magic top sirloin, sans spices because they bother me, a skewer of seared scallops, and a glass of shiraz. We had to wait a longass time for our food, which wasn't to bad, considering that we had bread and salad to eat and good conversation. Eventually, I decided to go potty because that always hurries up the food. Sure enough, it was there when I got back.

That's where the problems began. My steak looked pretty blackened and there were no scallops. So I flagged down out waitress and complained. She went off to get my scallops and I attempted to check out my steak. When I cut into it, it was well, well done. As in how Steven would have loved it, well done. He commented thusly, in fact, about how it would be perfect if it had been his. Mind you, I ordered medium rare. I don't eat well done steak.

Then, as the talking buffalo behind us illuminated, I saw that they had, indeed, put the damn spice rub on it. At this point, I realise that I absolutely cannot eat this. The waitress comes back with my scallops and I point out that the kitchen has totally screwed up my order. I know this isn't her fault because I saw her write down what I wanted and the specifications. She's upset now because the kitchen effed up, I'm upset because I'm starving, and Steven is upset because I'm upset. She takes it back to recook while I munched my baked potato and scallops.

The manager personally brought out the steak, as well as the entire rest of the meal for a second time. I'm cutting into it to make sure it's okay and as I'm doing this telling him about the reason I can't have the Black Magic seasoning is because I'm mildly allergic to caraway seeds. The dolt tells me that there are no caraway seeds in their food and I should order my steak without spices. Hello, Idiot? That's what I did. The kitchen fucked up, not me or the waitress. Of course, rather than saying that I politely informed him that I had ordered it without spices and it was the kitchen's error. Then the waitress told him that the Black Magic rub did, indeed, have caraway seeds. Ha ha.

Of course, then I was pretty full, so I now have a full baked potato, a skewer of about 8 scallops, and 8 to 10 oz of steak for lunch tomorrow. Yay! Steven took home most of his ribs. Oh. My. God. I normally hate ribs, but these were pretty damn amazing. I would consider getting them, which is saying a lot. Seriously, the meat was literally falling off the bone. The only place that Steven could think of that had better ribs was Chris's BBQ in Fields Corner.

We split Bananas Mountain Foster for dessert. Holy Jesus, was it huge. We couldn't finish it. It was totally big enough for three people. And, it was really good, though Steven's version of it actually is better. He's been crowing about that all night. I'm cool with it because that means he'll most likely make it for me on a more regular basis.

The manager ultimately ended up taking my dinner off our bill, probably because of my pointing out that I had not misordered my food. Honestly, if he hadn't, I would have called and bitched. I'm not looking for a free meal, but if I order what I want correctly, it's written down correctly, and it comes out wrong, I would like to be compensated for the inconvenience of having to wait another 20 minutes for my meal. Seriously.

I also bought Steven's big present today. I got him Duran Duran tickets to the tune of $133 and change because all of the super cheap tickets were sold out. I'm cool with it because I also love Duran Duran. I missed them on their last tour for The Wedding Album (which Steven went to) because I was a little too young and my mum didn't want to take me. I actually don't know if he's more excited or if I am. I think may see U2 and split the cost possibly for our anniversary. We'll see.

I also might get Steven an X-Wing as a little present, since he loves Star Wars more than life itself. What do you guys think? I may also replace his Boston Terrier sox, since they ripped out (that was his birthday present last year). Bleh. I don't know anything other than I'm damned tired and going to bed.

Steven finally agreed to give up the plunger and get some sleep. Yay! Tomorrow, we're going to buy some Drain-O and try that. For now, we can safely go potty.

I am now having a little rice with teriyaki sauce because the second pain killer made my tummy upset. Steven makes the most amazing rice. It's just sticky enough to eat with chopsticks and it good enough to eat completely plain. He also makes amazing teriyaki steak tips that, quite possibly, are my absolute favourite meal. I seriously live for them. When we talked about what I wanted to do to make my birthday better this year, I very seriously told him that I might just want to stay in, have a candlelit dinner, a good bottle of chianti, and his steak tips. Anyhow, tonight, since he knows how much I love the rice and teriyaki sauce, he made extra so I could have it for lunch tomorrow. I am truly lucky to have him (even when he makes bad fish flushing decisions.)

On a totally random note, I have the sneaking suspicion that I could be classified as a housewife. In fact, according to Cosmo, all I am lacking on the housewife front is the marriage certificate. Of course, I am going to school, so I don't know exactly if that qualifies me. I also would be, most likely, working if my knee wasn't useless.

All right, back to plunging and reading Cosmo.

So, evidently the teacher who died is being buried tomorrow. I guess they've cancelled school, so I have no idea if we're going (since Steven works there) or if he just wants to swing by the funeral home or what. I never liked the guy; I guess he was friendly to Steven. Who the christ knows? I think we already have plans tonight. All I really know is that I'm actually hungry. The salad I intended to have for lunch when down the the garbage disposal. It was frozen fucking solid. I like frozen peas and green beans, not salad. I'm very, very bitter. We actually have peanut butter and bread, but honestly? The peanut allergy has been bothering me more than usual with this stupid damned cold, so I don't want to push it. Of course,  if we go out, I'll probably get pad thai, which is only slightly less stupid.

I really want thai now. Dammit.

I'm really itchy for some reason. The obvious would be that I got into something I'm allergic to or that I shouldn't have opened the door and stood in the cold air whilst overheated. I loves me some hives.

I want to check out the new gym tonight, but we already have plans, I think, with Steven's best friend and his wife.

I wish this damned itch would go the hell away. ARGH!

I don't think I've seen them since summer, when Joy and I went out shopping/for ice cream while the guys fixed the pond. Wait... maybe when his mom moved..?

Why are they using the Santa from the Ruldolph the Red Nosed Reindeer claymation thingy to promote Polar Express? I hate Hallmark sometimes.

We bought the gingerbread house parts over the week-end for the kid. We're not going to actually make it yet (read: we haven't let him see it because he's all about the instant gratification); probably not until like the third week of December. It is almost December. Wow... I need to think about where we want to put the tree. Steven's bringing his menorah over this week, so we can get set up for Hanukkah.

Stupid time. I should get going.

I feel like shit. I felt like shit to the point that when my mom insisted I make a doctor's appointment (she was convinced I had meningitis), I let her. No bitching, no arguing, no nothing.

Well, it is kind of hard to argue when you've lost your voice, but still.

I have the stupid creeping death that's going around the schools. Steven had it Sunday. I can expect to feel like ass for the next 36 hours. Bah. I also have a gross eye infection which I now have an ointment for. More bah.

Laura's doctor is a blithering idiot. Not all hypertension is weight based.

I'd write more pissy babbling, but Steven is cooking me dinner, it's almost done, and it smells damn good. Well, what I can smell.

We did the Johnny Walker scotch event tonight and I must say... For a free event, it was fantastic. We had two full "shots" of Johnnie Walker Black and three shots of single malts. I don't remember what the first one one; I didn't care too much for it. The other two were a Craiginmore that Steven really liked and a smoky, peaty Talisker that I loved. Basically, it was 5 ounces of scotch for listening to a large man in a kilt show slides and crack jokes.

We got free pencils and lapel pins, too. Yay! If we hadn't gotten lost, we could have gone to the cocktail reception (read: more booze and free food).

After drinking the equivilent of 5 glasses of wine in about an hour (thank god I hold hard liquor than wine!), we decided to grab dinner and sober up. As it happened, the place that the scotch tasting was held at is right on the wharf. In fact, it was less than a 2 minute walk from where we were was the No Name Restaurant. The No Name is kind of like a cross between a clam shack and a poor man's version of Legal Seafoods. What makes it good is that they give you an assload of food and they're not hugely expensive. Dinner total was $36 and change. Basically what you'd spend at any restaurant, right?

Steven had swordfish... a pound of swordfish. This came accompanied with garlic bread, a ton of coleslaw, and french fries. I had a boiled lobster which came with a side of scallops and shrimp, garlic bread, coleslaw, a piece of corn, and french fries. This was great because I (stupidly) forgot my wallet at home and therefore had basically no lunch. I was famished.

This definitely is one of the best dates we've been on in ages. We haven't been able to go out as much as either of us would like since the move.. Even more so now that I've lost my job.

Enough of that depressing whatnot... I want to see Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I just wish it wasn't so expensive. They're playing right after Thanksgiving, so maybe I'll have found a job by then.

I can't believe I'm still hungry. Ugh. I'm going to snack on something before bed.

I love hummus. I had forgotten we picked some up at Trader Joe's on Sunday and, to my delight, I rediscovered it while foraging for lunch, post-Massasoit trauma. I have pita chips as well. I think it makes a good lunch.

I had more to write, but I have to leave in like 5 minutes to pick Steven up from school, so here's something abducted from Carleigh. The rest of the months are in my notes.

RULES:

1. Put your birth month in a comment/entry.

2. Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.

3. Bold the four that best apply to you.

4. Put all twelve months under a livejournal cut.

JULY:

Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.