Jason and I watched The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly last night. Goodness, I had no idea Clint Eastwood was such a sexy bastard back in the day.

One of my favorite bands, the pAper chAse (yes, the caps are intentional), is releasing an album this month. In celebration, I've uploaded my favorite song. Ahh, intellectually violent. Someone I know was distressed that her stepsons like Insane Clown Posse and Slipknot. The boys enjoyed scaring her with the evil, edgy, crazy, angry music. Kid stuff, I told her. Let John Congleton cut you down...

So, How Goes the Good Fight?

In an effort to lessen the time it takes me to get out the door in the morning, I got a neat thing called a Blender Bottle. Typically, I eat cereal for breakfast, though I get little joy out of it since it is too early in the morning to even want to eat anything. The Blender Bottle is a plastic container with a flip lid. It comes with a metal spring-like doo-dad that is dropped in with your beverage. After putting the lid on, you shake it up and let the doo-dad do its work to blend the whatever. I have some protein powder drink mix called Spiru-tien. It's intended as a meal replacement when combined with milk. So, I'm going to do that. Upping my protein intake certainly can't hurt, and it will get me out the door faster since I can drink it in the car on my way to work.

I got it in my head that I need to read Neil Gaiman's Sandman series. I don't want to drop the insane amounts of cash to buy all the volumes, so I looked up the library online. They have all the volumes, but the first two are checked out and not due to be returned until the end of May. Drats.
anogete: (jet)
( Apr. 27th, 2009 08:16 pm)
Because I am the biggest hippie nerd ever, I have started buying my milk from Morning Fresh Dairy just a few hours north in Colorado. The local Whole Foods sells it. The Dairy grows their own food for the cows to ensure they are not given any hormones. They also bottle their milk in nifty glass bottles for freshness. The glass bottles can be returned to Whole Foods to get the deposit back and so they can be sanitized and reused. See my two bottles...

Is it pathetic that I'm so thrilled about milk in actual glass bottles?

I think I have identified almost all the birds hanging out at my feeder. My favorites are the Scaled Quail that enjoy eating the food that has dropped on the ground. They don't normally fly, but they do run away quite quickly if they see Ferguson come 'round the corner. The House Finches are the ones that monopolize the feeder most of the time. However, a Mourning Dove or two tries to squeeze in every now and then. Mostly, they just hang out on the ground with the Quail. The tiny Song Sparrows are another favorite of mine. They seem to enjoy rummaging through my bushes and finding all the dropped food. They'll also fight the House Finches for feeder space. There is one odd bird that I can't seem to identify yet. It's gray-ish in color with a bill length as long or longer than its head. It just looks so unusual to my untrained eye, though I'm sure it is somewhat common in these parts. I only see one of them, though. I get the feeling it is the same bird visiting my feeder, but I can't prove that. (Huge thank you to [livejournal.com profile] shehops for mentioning the bird identification website I used.)
anogete: (sandor)
( Apr. 15th, 2009 11:15 pm)
onigiri! )

Also, let Percy Sledge break your heart...

Jason and I did his taxes. He thinks the government sucks. Mostly, this is because he sold some of his mutual funds and reinvested the money in gold--like gold coins that are stashed away in our apartment. Of course, this money shows as income on his tax return. Yikes. For the record, government? There is absolutely no incentive to invest and save. Might want to work on that if you want to solve the economic crisis. Just sayin'.

Also, either I'm terrible at cooking artichoke hearts or they taste way different after they've been frozen. Because the fresh ones I had in the fridge were absolutely tasteless after I sauteed them with some penne and homemade pesto.

I have this humongous crush on Lloyd. Guh. Let him introduce himself...

also, he's the freestyle king )
I decided there must be something to sleeping in front of the patio door in the sun. Ferguson does it all the time, after all. So, after a shit day at work yesterday, I came home and curled up with a pillow and blanket in the floor where the sun shines in through the sliding glass door. I slept until 9:00pm. I'm sure Jason wondered what I was doing, but he was a dear and didn't wake me up to ask.

Thankfully, I'm off work today. Ferguson and I went for a walk after breakfast, and then I went out and got a pedicure. My feet and legs are happy-happy. I dropped by Whole Food Market on my way home and picked up the ingredients necessary to make Mascarpone Cupcakes. It has become tradition that I bring dessert to all holiday parties at Jason's mother's house. She insists that I'm much better at baking. And, not to toot my own horn, but this is true. However, I do not like to try a new recipe out when I'm expected to deliver delicious tasties. So, I cut the recipe in half and made a few today while I wasn't busy.

mascarpone cupcakes - recipe and pictures )

I totally ate one already, but I shouldn't have. Jason wants to go eat on the patio of our favorite Mexican restaurant after he gets off work. After fresh fruit from Whole Foods and a cupcake, I'm too full to really enjoy eating a huge burrito.
I haz birds! I put the feeder out yesterday evening, and when I came home for lunch today there were five very pretty little House Finches on it. They all were sporting a bit of red, so I can only assume they were all fellows.

So, I've noticed this odd pattern and I'm not sure what is causing it. I eat the same things each week. Monday night I have brown rice with veggies. Tuesday night I have veggie soup and salad. Wednesday night I have a couple slices of pizza and salad. I work out after I eat by either taking Ferguson out for a walk/jog or jogging on the treadmill. I've noticed that on the nights I eat pizza, I feel weak and wobbly after traveling about a mile and a half. I feel great starting out, and the first half of my walk/jog is the hardest because it is all uphill. However, at the halfway point, I start feeling exhausted and weak. This never happens on any other day. But it almost always happens on pizza night. So, is my body telling me that soup, salad, veggies, brown rice, and even tofu hot dogs are yummy and nutritious, but pizza sucks? I think I might have to modify my menu on Wednesday to something a bit better for me to prevent my body from crashing while I'm a mile and a half away from home. And the wind didn't improve my mood today. It's blowing steady at 30 MPH, but the gusts are up to 45 MPH. And in an arid climate like this, you just end up with a bunch of dust in your mouth when you go outside during evil!wind time. Sucks.

When I'm bored, I love to browse YouTube and find people who cover popular songs or write their own music. Olivia Thai is a favorite of mine. I love the tone of her voice, and she's so adorable. You can hear her singing her cover of Soulja Boy Tell'em's "Kiss Me Through the Phone" right here. Jason Chen appears in a couple of Olivia's videos and you can see him solo singing Coldplay's "Viva La Vida" over here. C-Note has been a busy boy, and I think he's making strides toward getting a record deal. Here is where he covers Lyfe Jennings's "Never Never Land". Ernie Halter is wonderful, too. You can hear him sing Justin Timberlake's "Cry Me a River" right here. And my most favorite of favorites: David Choi. He's notorious for covering hip-hop and R&B songs and turning into acoustic guitar songs. Like his cover of The Dream's "Shawty is a Ten" .
anogete: (mill owners)
( Mar. 30th, 2009 10:45 pm)
I met Farmer Monte! I played it cool, but I was totally jazzed because he's like a celebrity to me.

Farmer Monte is the fellow who runs Los Poblanos Organics. He's an organic gardening guru. I get my weekly CSA produce boxes from Los Poblanos, and they are the best thing ever. Anyway, I switched the pick up location this week, and Farmer Monte was there. He bestowed me with a box of fresh fruits and veggies. Only I could get excited over meeting the guy who grows my veggies. Really. This week's box had asparagus in it, and I roasted the bunch this evening for dinner. A bit of olive oil, some sea salt, a dash of pepper, and some minced garlic make asparagus very happy. I could live off it.

recipe for delicious ragout )

Spring, please come to me. I hate this cold weather. Living in the foothills of the city has its perks (yay for hiking on the trails across the street), but one of them is not the high winds and chilly temperatures compared to where I work down by the river.

I'm making progress on my Doctor Who fic! It's written with the exception of the epilogue and a few bits and pieces I need to insert into the last few chapters. I hope to have the first chapter or two posted next week.
it's practically community service (aka - ousting the current mayor) )

Cost Plus World Market is selling meyer lemon pancake mix. I love it, but I don't need to eat five pancakes every day. Really.

My dad keeps e-mailing me crime statistics for the state I live it. This drives me insane. I suspect it is his not-so-subtle hint that I should move back home.

After two full weeks of delicious produce from Los Poblanos farm, Jason is on board with continuing the weekly boxes of organic fruits and veggies. This week brought some chard and beets in the box. I've never used either of them before, but chard isn't terribly intimidating. I'm going to throw it in a ragout with some white beans and potatoes. The beets are another story. I don't know what to do with them, really. I found a recipe for beet chips that involves frying some sliced beets, but I'd really rather avoid the pot of oil if at all possible. Any ideas from those of you more familiar with beets? I also received apples, oranges, kiwis, potatoes, cherry tomatoes, several pounds of zucchini, and spring greens.

Jason's sister called me in a near panic attack, asking if I knew how to get rid of mice without killing them. Apparently, there are mice living in the backyard, and her cat is having a good time with them. I suggested a humane trap, though I don't know how effective they are. She wants to take them to a place where they will have a good home. I doubt the mouse will really care as long as there is plenty of food to eat. She also is searching for a way to prevent them from coming back. She swears no food items were left in the yard or on the porch. And she hates the smell of moth balls. Anyone know of a way to scare the mice away without harming them or offending her nose with stinky moth balls?

I think this is one of the cutest songs ever.

I finally broke down and bought matinée tickets to Watchmen last night. I love movies, but I don't enjoy going to the movies. It's a cold day in hell (which happens approximately two times a year) when I actually enter a movie theater. The film was fantastic; I really enjoyed it. They followed the graphic novel closer than I thought they would, and some of the scenes were beautifully filmed with perfect casting choices. I'm extremely critical about action films, specifically super hero ones, so I was worried they were going to give Watchmen a treatment like The Dark Knight. That would have just killed me because I hated that last Batman movie. But no, they did a very good job of fleshing out the characters and plot with surprisingly little unneeded action. Yay for a wonderful job of pacing, you lovely movie makers. Jason's not familiar with the book, but he loved the movie. I've spent the afternoon waving my copy of the graphic novel around, telling him that I know he wants to read it.

I still fangirl Rorschach like woah. He's one of the most solid, complicated, interesting, flawed, tortured characters I've come across in fiction. I love it, and if I was a stupid girl, I'd totally write some Mary-Sue/Rorschach. But I won't because that would bastardize his character and strip away everything that makes him what he is.

In slightly related news, holy crap, I'm still writing. Yay for that, too. And it's chaptered. It's been over a year since I've written anything with chapters. I was beginning to forget what 'Chapter 2' looked like.

And now for the domestic bliss portion of this blog entry in which I convince all of you that I can cook, even if my skills in the kitchen are slightly dodgy.

crushed heirloom potatoes )

Also, at the risk of the man himself (Prince) tracking me down and suing me for the measly contents of my savings account, I still uploaded this killer track for anyone who's never had the pleasure of hearing it before. Why? Because he says things like, "First I need a picture of your mother to verify the fact that there's not another one in the universe so supreme." Come on! So smooth! Oh, explicit lyrics and sexual content. Not work safe. It's Prince; you can't expect it to be clean.
anogete: (hand porn)
( Mar. 12th, 2009 09:42 am)
I'm a huge fan of Greek yogurt. It's thicker and creamier than the yogurt we're accustomed to eating. I discovered it about a year ago, and I can no longer eat the little cups of Dannon or Yoplait. They taste like flavored water in comparison. The trick with Greek yogurt is to put a tablespoon of honey or agave nectar in each cup of yogurt and sprinkle a few pieces of raw walnuts in, as well. If eaten plain, the yogurt has a very bitter flavor. I've not had experience with other brands, but I have been assured that Fage (pronounced fa-yeh), a Greek company, is the absolute best producer of this yogurt. I buy their non-fat sort, and I've never been disappointed. Trader Joes sells the 17 oz container for about five dollars a pop, but I've not been to find Fage, or any brand of Greek yogurt for that matter, in the typical grocery stores. However, much to my joy, Costco is currently selling the large 35 oz container for seven dollars. Yay! If you're interested in eating healthy, but have never tried Greek yogurt, then I highly recommend it. I have it almost every day with a sandwich for lunch. It's extremely filling and tastes delicious.

In other happy, healthy food news, Los Poblanos has posted the contents of next week's organic produce box. I am getting: apples, kiwis, romaine, Italian parsley, carrots, navel oranges, russet potatoes, yellow onions, broccoli, celery, and strawberries. I'm disgustingly excited about the strawberries because they are the first of the season. I bought a salad spinner earlier this week because washing and drying massive quantities of spring greens for a side salad each evening was becoming tedious. Regardless of the annoyance, I've been in heaven with all the fresh produce this past week. I may have to plan on setting aside $100 a month to continue the boxes each week after this month ends.

I'm so sick of work. The weather is nice, and I have so many things I'd rather be doing than sitting in this drab office and listening to everyone complain about how slow the day is going.
First, I'm totally write fic again. Totally. It's Nine/Rose. It's a bit rough going, but I'm getting there and even enjoying it. Now I just need to find a beta, which is rather daunting since I don't know anyone in the Nine/Rose sector of the Doctor Who fandom.

Los Poblanos Organics that I mentioned in this entry? Totally joined it. Yay! It's a farm that participates in community supported agriculture. This just means that you pay a weekly fee for a box of whatever organic fruits and veggies they have available. You don't get to choose what you receive each week, but they promise enough fruits and veggies to feed a family of four. They post the contents of the upcoming week's box on their website so people can plan meals several days in advance. The boxes are delivered to your home or specific drop-off locations in the city on Monday morning. I had mine delivered to a bookstore a couple miles from my apartment. I dropped by after work today and picked it up.

yay for yummy organic foods )
OMG - I so want to join this CSA. Desperately. Twenty-eight bucks a week for a box of organic vegetables isn't much, right? You have to commit to at least four weeks, but everything looks so tasty, and I love fruits and veggies. Plus, they're going to be organic, locally-grown fruits and veggies. I've nearly talked myself into shelling out the $112 for the rest of the month. They have several pick-up locations, one of which is a bookstore I could swing by on my way home from work.

Has anyone else joined a CSA? Experiences?
anogete: (msr)
( Mar. 2nd, 2009 05:11 pm)
I took the day off just because I could. None of my co-workers called me, so I suppose the office didn't blow up without me. Jason also took the day off. We went shopping for used books, ate lunch on the patio of my favorite sandwich place, and took Ferguson to the park on our way home. My condolences go out to everyone who is covered in snow. It's sunny and 75 degrees here. I love it.

Because I had extra time to play around in the kitchen today, I made dessert. Jason's inordinately excited about the prospect of eating pudding.

grasshopper parfaits - pictures and recipe behind the cut )

I don't have twelve dessert glasses, so I just made the two and left the other ingredients in the separate bowls in the fridge for later use. I had to buy an entire pack of Oreos to make the damn things, so now I'm going to have to find a non-wasteful way of getting rid of the rest of the package without eating them myself. I do not need Oreo cookies. I do not need Oreo cookies.
+ I love the butternut squash ravioli Lean Cuisine with the veggies. Love it. I need to figure out how to make this myself without spending an obscene amount of money on these tiny frozen meals.

+ Pepperidge Farm Sausalito cookies will be the death of me. Why are they so delicious? Why?!?!

+ Jason is still having trouble sleeping. Therefore, I am still having trouble sleeping. He, of course, has taken the day off work to catch up on his sleep. I don't have the luxury since a bid of epic proportions is going out this afternoon, and no one else knows how to put it together.

+ Work is a writhing mass of stupid. I'm attempting to get the company's insurance coverage and payments sorted out, and everyone before me has made a mess of it without taking notes. I feel like I've been handed a wad of knotted yarn. No matter how hard I try, I can't get it untangled.

+ My co-workers are competing for the title of Most Injured Office Employee this week. Everyone in here has some sort of problem from potentially broken ribs to the glands under their tongues being swollen. Me? My calves are just sore from my exuberant use of the incline function on the treadmill.

+ Instead of reading last night, I watched the fifth and sixth episodes of this past series of Spooks. Richard Armitage, why do you have to be as delicious as a Pepperidge Farm Sausalito cookie? I swoon even when you're telling me children's bedtime stories.
First, OMG - Sandor Clegane icon. ::drools::

Never let it be said that I'm above superficial behavior in relation to novels. I went to the bookstore for something completely unrelated (a historical romance set in England), but ended up walking out the door with that and another novel--a fantasy one--I had never heard of before called The Way of Shadows. I never buy a novel without prior knowledge. It's the first in a trilogy by Brent Weeks, who I've also never heard of before. At any rate, I bought the damn thing because the third book in the trilogy was sitting so prettily on the shelf looking like this. I'm only human, and I'm a total girl about assassins. I love assassins. This is probably completely unhealthy and indicative of a slight mental disorder on my part, but I can't seem to help myself. The hood, the daggers, the black clothing, the mystery, the oh-my-god-he-could-kill-me-with-a-flick-of-his-wrist. Okay, I'm going too far with that last one because I really do want to live, but you know what I mean. Assassins float my boat. So, I bought the first one just because I must read it, and I was afraid I would forget the title of the trilogy should I venture outside the bookstore without something in my hand to remind me of it. Has anyone heard of these novels? I looked them up on Amazon, and they appear to be quite well-rated with mostly-positive reviews. ::cue fangirl squealing over assassins::

I'm a pig. I had Olive Garden today, and even though I was full to busting, I still ate that huge piece of tiramisu I ordered. Oh god, it was good. I had a food orgasm.

If I had any shame, I'd be reticent about saying this, but I really like Britney Spears' Blackout album. It's terribly fun to work out to, but my enjoyment of it extends beyond that. I refuse, however, to admit that I dance around the apartment to it because that would just be undignified. My favorites? Here, here, and here. And who can forget the lamentable video filmed for Gimme More? The stripper pole wouldn't be so bad if she knew how it use it instead of prancing around like she's on the verge of passing out and holding onto it for balance.
These five-day-weeks are rough. I'm dead tired, and I don't know why. I've been getting decent sleep the past few days, and my routine hasn't changed all that much.

The only magazine I subscribe to is Vegetarian Times simply because it always gives me fantastic meal ideas, and they include nutritional information after each recipe to cut down on my having to calculate it while preparing the food. At any rate, I got this month's issue in the mail yesterday, and I spent part of my evening whipping up the Semisweet Chocolate and Peanut Bars they featured in a section on chocolate. They're delicious, but very rich. Luckily, they're also quite easy to make. A picture of the finished product is behind the cut as well as the recipe itself. There were too many bars, so I'm taking all but five of them to work tomorrow for the boys. I'm sure they'll devour them all before they retreat to the job sites.

chocolate and peanut bars )

Vegetarian Times also does a blurb/interview with a "celebrity" who is a vegetarian/vegan or something similar (as in raw foods or whole foods). This month was Jason Mraz. I wouldn't say I'm a fan of his because I don't own any of his albums or keep tabs on him. And, normally, I wouldn't say I'm attracted to him, but damn if he isn't attractive in the picture they used for the article. How cute is he?
Question for all you bakers out there...

If I made a couple pumpkin pies tomorrow evening and refrigerated them until Thanksgiving afternoon, would the pies still be happy and delicious? I've somehow been roped into bringing two pumpkin pies, a homemade pumpkin cake (with my tasty homemade frosting), and a (fresh--not canned!) green bean casserole to dinner on Thursday. I'd feel more taken advantage of if I didn't actually enjoy cooking. However, my love of cooking does not extend so far as slaving in the kitchen for four to five hours on Thanksgiving morning. Which is probably why I've never invited anyone over for Thanksgiving. Well, that and the fact that I cook Tofurky roast, not real turkey. How can you all eat those sweet birds with the cute gobblers? Anyway, I'd rather knock the two pies out on Wednesday night after work so my kitchen time is cut in half on Thursday morning.

I'm in some sort of domestic bliss this evening because I got a Bob's Red Mill catalog in the mail. I have no idea how they got my name and address (though I suspect it is from the Vegetarian magazine subscription I have), but I'm thrilled to receive information on the lovely whole grain mixes they have. I just ordered some Scottish oatmeal, buttermilk biscuit mix, and ten grain pancake mix. Obviously, I am going to have a super delicious series of breakfasts coming up next month. If you're a lover of health food, check out the website. Their prices are very good.

Separation anxiety has grabbed hold of me. I dropped my beloved wool pea coat off at the dry cleaners today. I swindled my way into picking it up tomorrow at 5:00, even with all the holiday rush to the cleaners. I miss my coat already. It's so damn cold outside without it.

In a perfect world, the boss would call tomorrow afternoon and tell me I can lock the office up early. She's going to be in El Paso for the next few days, and I really don't want to stay the entire day when the long weekend is coming up.

EDIT: Holy crap, there is a ghost loose in Santa Fe, and he's threatening people with a gun.
- Why do I love this Jesse McCartney song so much. It's been stuck in my head all day.

- My next knitting project has been lined up. I even went to the craft store on Sunday to pick up some suitable yarn. I'm going to make the belle epoque knitted shirt from Knitty. How gorgeous is that? I might even feel like I'm in a Jane Austen novel when I wear it.

- I made cupcakes for the accountant this evening. He's retiring, and his last day of work is Friday. I won't be at work Thursday or Friday (moving!), so I'm going to miss his retirement lunch. He's completely bummed because I've somehow become his favorite person in the world. I figured I should do something extra special for him since I'll be gone on his last day. I made a gazillion cupcakes for the office, and I took a few of them and wrapped them individually in a little gift bag. I also picked up some decorations for his office which I hope I'll have time to hang tomorrow morning before he gets into the office.

- I'm so glad I've only got a few more nights left in this place. The new fellow that moved in downstairs left his alarm clock radio outside on his fenced-in backyard last night. The alarm on the radio went off at midnight and continued sounding for an hour. It was loud. Jason had no idea what it was, and he called security to tell them that an alarm was sounding somewhere on the premises. Security were assholes and didn't even bother to come out, so he called the police. Someone else must have called the police earlier because in five minutes, they rolled up to the building. They investigated the ridiculously loud alarm and then beat on this fellow's door for a good ten minutes before he crawled out of bed to turn it off.

EDIT: I just had a revelation. I *love* the BeeGees' music, but only when sung by other singers. Example.


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