Time in a bottle, eh?


No blogging recently, because I’ve been busy or uninspired. Monday I had a great idea for something to write, and by the time I got home (after getting my oil changed), the idea was nothing more than a pen mark on my hand.

Currently, the only thing on my mind is “how am I going to afford that?” “how am I going to get there?” and the such.

Which is boring and depressing.

Cooking and eating has been fun recently, with vegetarian tacos (soft tacos that uses rice instead of beef, mostly because I forgot to buy beef and rice was handy/cheaper) and mushroom quesadillas (for breakfast, fresh cooked with american cheese on wheat tortilla, fuckin awesome). Plus my famous PATs (peanut butter and apple tortillas) and fresh tomatoes out the wazoo.

Still walk-walk-walking at work, and while I enjoy it, it is getting a bit…tiring?

Looking forward to this weekend.

In which I exhaled

Today was confusing, as many days of life tend to be. Hopefully I’ll make it less confusing later. As it is, I won’t say more on the matter

When I got home (driving was nice and easy and relatively low stress, which was good because I had enough on my brain), I gobbled down chinese and played Paper Mario. I decided productivity was silly and instead would waste my life away doing meaningless things (that would be the video games, not the eating. eating is important).

So to make up for today’s unproductiveness (fun, but unproductive), tomorrow, when I get back from the barn, I’ll be writing (hopefully) and baking cookies.

The story will be about a woman who is happy, then betrayed, finds out about the betrayal, returns the world to balance (at least her part of it) and is happy, once again, for the moment.

Least that’s what I hope it’ll be about.

I survived.

I’m back from the horse show I went to, and I actually did pretty well.

Classes:
Trail – 3rd
Pleasure W/T – None
Pleasure W/T/C – 2nd
Pleasure W/T/C over fences – 2nd
Heavy Hunter W/T – 5th
Heavy Hunter W/T/C – 2nd

Here’s the best picture I have from the show right now (I don’t know if it’s my camera or the photographer, plus I’ve got some aweful sun glare):

Dreaming of a…white man?

I’ve had some weird dreams the past few nights. Two nights ago I had a dream where I was sorta gay for one of my friends, which isn’t so weird, but we were at a graduation or something…it was just kinda a normal weird dream and then it was like a psuedo gay weird dream.

Last night I had a dream that played out once, and then played out again. I was a girl, but was gay for guys…I’m not sure how it works, maybe I wasn’t really a girl. Anyway, in the dream I meet this guy, and I’m kinda guy for him. And we all live in this one huge apartment, and in the dream I never leave the apartment. So the dream played out one way (of no importance) and then played out again, only slightly different and of no greater importance. Though I think I may have been more attracted to him the second time, and it definitely did some “Your father doesn’t approve of this (as in, the gay), does he?” so that was interesting.

I’m gonna go hyperventilate.

Sushi is not raw fish

After eating out at two “Asian fusion” restaurants in the past several weeks, I felt the urge to make my own sushi again.

I dislike raw fish, so I purchase canned salmon, and sometimes use artificial crab meat.

This time I used canned salmon. Last time I purchased canned salmon it had bones and such in it, which creeped me out, and I thought the can was bad. However, this time I also got bones and such, and I noticed the can was marked “traditional.” It seems traditional has some bones and skin. I will avoid that from now on. I do not want salmon spine in mah food.

Everything went smoothly, I made large rolls using whole sheets and small rolls using half sheets, and I think the half sheet works better. As for the cooking of sushi rice: It’s a pain in the arse on the stove top, since it requires changing temperatures and all that nonsense. Having a rice cooker makes life pleasant, and all I have to watch is that it doesn’t “boil” over. That makes life pleasant.

I top the rolls off with some dill, to add flavor (since I only use one filling at a time, and I like a little difference). Although they don’t hold well (tend to get more rubbery as they sit), I’ll probably take this batch for lunch tomorrow.

In other news, I played lots of Paper Mario today, because why would I want to be productive? I also finally stopped by the asian grocery store that’s near me (right down the street in P-ville), after stopping by twice yesterday and finding them closed. They have a pretty good assortment, but nothing to replace a trip to C-town once and a while. However, the man in the store said if I needed anything, they could order it, and they can hook me up with sushi rice, along with nori sheets.

I watched some Death Note (on Ep. 8). And did some writing (which can be found on my creative blog and my dA). I also got bug bites, and I have no idea from where (unless it was at my Noodles house or transportation to and from).

Strange Happenings…

So I had something really odd happen yesterday.

My mother and I went down home to visit my grandmother, whose birthday is in a couple days and will be turning 78. She’s lucid and healthy and relatively active. Just kind of a shut in, doesn’t get out much and kinda is overwhelming when we visit because of this. Otherwise, perfectly normal.

So my mother and I were playing cards (and trying to get my grandmother to play) when my grandmother remembers she has “dirty” cards. So she hunts them out and looks through them. They end up that they are dirty cards of women, mostly just topless.

Well my grandmother looks through these cards with a rather of a bit of interest, and then I hear later that my grandmother used to buy “girly” (not sure if it was used in the sexy women mag or perfume, makeup and styling mag way) mags to “compare herself to.”

It’s just one of those things that makes you go.. “huh….”

Fridays are woot-worthy

I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy for Friday. This week wasn’t terrible, it was just very long and not that great. But it’s been ending on a much better note than it started on, so that’s all I can ask for.

I know at my age I don’t need to know what I want to do with my life, but it’d be nice to have a clue about what I don’t want to do with my life. I think the only thing I’ve crossed off for certain is “garbage person.” Other than that, who knows.

My problem is that I want to do too much with life. I want to do a million things, and I can’t seem to concentrate on any of them sometimes.

And then there are weekends I can just throw myself into one effort and pull out a miracle. And I wonder why I couldn’t do it early and I had to wait to the 11th hour.

CONCENTRATE.

Why things are friggin weird

When you get your “camera card” in preparation for getting your driver’s license renewed, it says, “This is your Camera Card which is your invitation to our photo license process.”

Makes it sound like you’re going to the ball or something.

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It’s very weird to sit in a meeting with coworkers and hear how bad the economy is, and how though your job isn’t in trouble (yet, there is always that unsaid yet), there are cut backs (some temps/part timers are gone, and there are “raise” freezes). And you get all panicky and wonder if you should look for another job.

And everything is very tense for a while after the meeting. But by the end of the day, things are back to normal, really.

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For some reason I tend to schedule dentist appointments on the same day that I ride, which is weird and makes me pseudo remember my concussion (in that I remember that I went to the dentist and rode on the same day, but otherwise have no memories of that day).

It makes me worry a little, but I can’t live in fear of going to the dentist (well, no more than a normal person already worries.

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And I’m already making myself late, so fin.