Friday, August 31, 2007

Double Whammy

I'm going to tax my poor little brain and see if I can do this. I got it off my friend Rosie's site:

Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the questions. They must be real places, names, things . . . nothing made up! If you can't think of anything, skip it. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.

Famous Singer: Madonna
Four letter word: mime (can you tell I hit my head?)
Color: Magenta
Gifts/Presents: Music box
Vehicle: Mercedes Benz
Things in a Souvenir Shop: map
Boy's Name: Merlin
Girl's Name: Minerva
Movie Title: Memoirs of a Geisha
Drink: Margarita (Cheers, Rosie)
Occupation: Magician
Celebrity: Madison Mason
Magazine: Marie Claire
U.S. City: Maryland
NCPro Sports:
Fruit: Mangoes
Reason for Being Late for Work: Missed the bus
Something You Throw Away: mismatched socks
Things You Shout: "Me, me, me!"
Cartoon Character: Marvin the Martian

Eech, ooch, ouch

As my sister noted, things change as you age. For instance, she said her clothes and how they fit has changed. For me, I'm getting clumsier and clumsier. I'd like to blame it on association, as a friend of mine is an absolute klutz (and fully admits it) but I have to say, it is just me.

For instance, when said sister was here visiting, we were walking along, and next thing you know, she turns to me and I'm on the ground. It wasn't like the walkway was terribly steep, I just kinda misstepped and fell.

Today, I did one better. I was walking down the stairs when I caught my heel on the cuff of my pants and went ass over head down the stairs. Thank my lucky stars for landings. This time, instead of my pride being hurt (which happened when I fell 3 times this past winter in the snow and mud), and people seeing me fall, I managed to have absolutely no audience, instead, just hurting parts of my physical body instead.

So much for tai chi teaching you how to balance and compose yourself. I should ask my tai chi master (a.k.a my dad) for a refund. :-) And yes, I'm looking for sympathy...tons of it. ;-)

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Salmonella, anyone?

I swear our parents are trying to kill themselves and anyone else who comes through those doors. If I'm a bad cook in terms of getting the food to the table all at once, I'm going to blame it on my parents from now on.

Mom had me get the fish fillets ready (her usual mayonnaise and onion soup mix), and it wasn't until that was sitting there on the kitchen table that she had dad prep the squash. Now, even an idiot knows that squash will take longer to cook than fish fillets, right? So what does that make mom? And then, because she is the queen of micromanaging, she tells me to keep the spoon I had globbed the mayonnias onto the fish with, instead of using it to spread the mayonniase, in case I needed more mayonnaise. I didn't tell her that I prefer to have a bit of seasoning with my fish, and not the other way around.

Meanwhile, she's preheated the oven for the last half an hour before the squash is ready to be cooked. And then they wonder why their hydro bill is so high. Sheesh! I put the squash in for a good 10 mins before the fish, and the squash still didn't turn out soft enough. I'd say the best part about dinner was the BBQ pork that our aunt had picked up. Sad state of affairs, tonight's dinner.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

I'm baaack

Thanks for missing me Rosie. :-)

I wasn't really planning on taking a hiatus from blogging, but I started a new job this past week, and it didn't seem appropriate to blog at work while I'm still the newbie.

It's a great department to work in, they are so organized. Every new person walking through those doors gets a welcome package which includes an internal directory (and they update it regularly to reflect all the newbies), policies and procedures, and a pin of the department's logo. But the best part about this place is that week 1, they have a farewell party for a couple of people, and we all know what that means: food. They ordered in cookies and tea and coffee. I had already resisted the Rolosicles that had made its way around the office, but I couldn't pass on the chocolate dipped shortbread at the party. I had to be polite afterall, right? Next week is their monthly tea party to celebrate the birthdays for the month and I guess just overall have an excuse to socialize. Works for me.