| you see, the difference between enhanced interrogation techniques and torture is that one is done by us and the other is also done by us but we photograph it too. |
[Dec. 21st, 2009|08:20 pm] |
Did an hour of zumba this morning and I am beat to hell and back. BUT IT WAS SO MUCH FUN. I am the salsa-est white girl, y'all. Years and years of dance instruction are still hardwired to my hips brain. This pleases me more than I care to admit.
Also I have a rocking bod. Seriously. I'd get all distracted by my abs in the mirror and would have to stare at the floor while I worked out where my feet and hands needed to go. Only downside is my thighs were still shot from deadlifts, so anything involving jumping was more sort of a halfhearted lurch.
Random note: whenever someone declares that there will be a reckoning, I get all tingly.
Happy solstice. :3 |
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| I kicked the tires of your argument and it blew up so I don't think the next person will buy it. I'm trying to help you out here. |
[Dec. 20th, 2009|08:06 pm] |
Made more Christmas cookies today.
Kiss Cookies
Ingredients
1 1/4 c. butter, softened
1 c. sugar
2 eggs
1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
3 1/4 c. all-purpose flour
1 16oz. pkg chocolate kisses
- Peel bag of chocolate kisses. Set aside.
- Cream butter; stir in sugar, beating until light and fluffy.
- Add eggs and vanilla, blend well.
- Stir-in flour.
- Take dough and roll into small, slightly squashed balls, placing on ungreased cookie sheets. Bake at 375F for 10-12 minutes (should still be pale, no browning).
- Remove cookies from oven, immediately press one chocolate kiss into the center of each cookie, point side up.
- Remove from pan and cool.
Makes about 5-6 dozen.
Notes: ( Read more... )
My old gym closed on Friday, so today was the first day at the new gym, and it is both better and worse. The old gym was a shithole, but I liked the weight equipment. It was old, yes, but it was really DIY and had round plates and you could set the safeties and heights yourself. At the new place there are no safeties on the benches, and the power cage is all fancy and you can't adjust the bar height with any sort of ease on the squat rack and it sucks. Also all this equipment is made for men. Really tall men. So was the last stuff, but shorter people could use it. I have nowhere to do my chinups now. Fuck. Also I failed out like a big faily thing on the relatively easy weight of 155 for my deadlifts, but that may have been because I turned my digestive tract inside out last week and then ate pretty much nothing but saltines and jello for five days.
On the upside, they have classes and a pool and a hot tub. Am going to my first Zumba class tomorrow. Death to treadmills, salsa4lyfe.
...having trouble with Underground mostly because I just want to write a really fun story for my peeps and everyone's having a bad year/decade but I've never really written a mostly-lighthearted story. I sure picked the wrong spot to begin (post-apocalypse). So. Yeah. |
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| the abyss is staring back into you, and it wants to know where you got that rockin' Thermals t-shirt |
[Dec. 19th, 2009|09:43 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | joy!, pictures | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cheerful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Delain - Stay Forever | ] |
Christmas was saved by the timely arrival of the crowning Present of Awesome for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) havelock, so everybody limbo! I got so motivated we went out and bought the tree.
Yah it's like five feet tall but the MINI had been pine needle free for like six whole months.
( some of my favorite ornaments )
I'm inordinately proud of my tree, incidentally. I've been building my scrupulously pagan ornament collection since college, and all we really need are a couple of ornaments from havelock's family's tree to make it complete. havelock wrapped all my presents and put them under the tree this evening while watching the Cowboys cream the Saints in the first half of the game. I'm pleased to say I bugged him constantly when he was done, asking if the presents were useful and if so couldn't I be using them now, because I like useful things, and using them would make my life better, and so on. Am still a kid at heart, I guess. DADDY LET ME OPEN ONE LET ME OPEN ONE PLEASE |
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| the time for talk is over, it is now time for youtubes maybe next week it'll be time for a facebook post or maybe a blog but we can't rush things |
[Dec. 18th, 2009|04:38 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Hannah Fury - Vampire Waltz | ] |
Made sugar cookies today.
havelock's great-great-grandmother's Sugar Cookies:Ingredients:
3 cups sifted flour
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
1 1/4 cups granulated sugar
3 eggs
1 cup crisco (regular -original kind)
1 tsp vanilla
- Sift flour, then add dry ingredients, baking powder, salt and sugar. Put all dry ingredients in large bowl. Add crisco and with a fork (or can use pastry blender) work into dry ingredients until it sticks together like little peas. Add vanilla.
- Add one egg at a time, mixing well after each addition with a fork or hands. Add a little flour if it keeps sticking to hands.
- Separate into large balls, enough to fit into two hands; roll out to any thickness (we like thicker) between two sheets of wax paper.
- Cut out cookies with cookie cutters and place on baking sheets with parchement paper.
- Bake 350 degree oven for 10 minutes or so. Can add sugar on top before baking.
And there you have it. Fat and flour cookies.
...probably going to have to give up on having those presents by Christmas. The absolute latest they should be dropped in the mail is Monday, and my magic 8 ball says outlook is cloudy. I ordered them on December third. So sad now.
eta: also finally ripped out all the dead plants today and tossed them on the compost heap. Allah-u akbar! |
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| facebook was bought and paid for by the blood of our ancestors |
[Dec. 17th, 2009|07:47 pm] |
Was struck again today by how very extraordinary Ammy's eyes are. She has the most arresting eyes I've ever seen on a dog. She was kind enough to model for posterity.
Have been using Erin as my emotional proxy for dealing with the month's stress. Seems to be working. |
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| I Ship Therefore I Am |
[Dec. 16th, 2009|07:56 pm] |
We're watching Aliens tonight (for probably the 30th time in my lifetime). I am so disappointed at the end of this movie that these two don't get together. And every time I see it, I remember what a thing I had for Michael Biehn.
Well, after a review I had tonight on Fated, I think for (one of) my Christmas ficlets I'm going to try and post here, I am going to do an alternate ending for that story. One chapter. Not a big deal, but I do know what the alternative was going to be and I think it will be fun to do.
I'm going to maybe do a little itasaku as well. :D |
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| as his last act in office chris dodd should just eat joe lieberman |
[Dec. 16th, 2009|04:53 pm] |
Didn't feel good all today, and it looks like half the presents I ordered at the beginning of the month aren't going to be here in time for Christmas. Something in the order is holding it up and I opened a ticket asking if I could split the order and just have whatever was ready shipped. The first response was a computer generated response to let me know the ticket was open. The second was "OK WE'LL TAKE CARE OF THIS BAI" which... seems rather unhelpful. Am not filled with confidence. Luckily, the three people those presents were for will understand if they are late. But. Wah.
And aside from being sick and my grandfather dying and that good stuff, Korky has a tumor. On his butthole. You can laugh, but he needs surgery to have it removed and sent off for analysis and I'm not worried too much but I kinda am because he's thirteen and a half. IDEK. On the upside he won't need one of those Elizabethan collars to keep him from licking at stitches because his legs are too short to allow him to reach his butt. Perhaps it is cruel of me but the thought of him trying fills me with hilarity.
So my Christmas spirit kind of died. havelock has agreed (happily) to make cookies with me. So we will still make cookies. And I will still make a nice dinner. But I'll be glad when this dumb decade is over.
Bright spot: my quest for dumb feelgood bullshit anime was unsuccessful, as it turns out I still can't enjoy patently stupid eyecandy. The stupid annoys and infuriates me. But I did find this: Kemono no Souja Erin. (watch at crunchyroll) I've been mainlining it every spare second I have. If you liked Seirei no Moribito or Juuni Kokki I'd recommend Erin, though it's more like Moribito than JK.
Fuck. |
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| basically LOLCats are the comedy equivalent of strip mining |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|04:25 pm] |
Thoughts:
* I am better, though not mended. Went to bed last night with a fever of 100 degrees, then had a dream where boonies and I were sitting around playing legos and talking about how much we liked legos and then someone dropped by and said, hey, did we know about those legos you can build and then bake into cakes? No, we did not, we replied, but they sounded awesome, then I woke up drenched in sweat and my fever was gone. So. I don't know what to make of that.
* Stomach still unsettled. Have eaten saltines and bacon today.
* Finally got past the first chapter of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell and am now on page 535 and loving it, so am glad I got over that little hump. Only took me like five years or something.
* Discovered Ammy is a very smart dog, which I already knew, but she was chasing a squirrel on the garage roof, and it was hiding out just over the eaves where she couldn't see it. I pointed it out to her, but she thought I was pointing behind the garage and started going around it, patrolling, looking for what I saw. I mean... there's a person in there. She didn't find the squirrel, so now I am just hoping she doesn't ignore all my future advice.
* Underground is now known as Underground: An Apocalyptic Fairy Tale because, well. Yeah. (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) brittledivinity)
* Stomach really still unsettled. Both my mother and roukzeptea23 suggested jell-o. I thought this a fine idea. havelock has been dispatched to the grocery store, and I am wrapping this up so I can get on the comments to the last entry where everyone was so kind as to wish me well. <3 |
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| your hypothetical turd transportation scenario is laughably implausible |
[Dec. 13th, 2009|03:54 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | health issues | ] |
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| |  sick | ] |
| [ | music |
| | PotC: Dead Man's Chest | ] |
Oh man, you guys, I am sick as a dog. I slept on the bathroom floor. My mother in law politely calls it the Ups and Outs, which is a cute and surprisingly descriptive name for the liquid shits and throwing up anything in the stomach that you put in it, including ice, water, and anti-nausea medication (literally lasted five seconds in my stomach before I puked it back up again). I thought I was going to have to go to the ER and get an IV drip to stave off dehydration for sure; my face was white as a sheet, even my lips. Around about 5 in the morning I relocated from the floor to the living room couch, which reclines and kept me partially upright, and I started keeping ice down. Poor, long-suffering havelock (saint, pending) slept on the loveseat. Ammy curled up next to me on the couch and kept me company.
Morning was spent rehydrating; the MiL stopped by and brought soup, flowers, and saltines. <3 Then I took a nap. Woke up burning up with a fever. Started at 100.3 and climbed to 102.5 (last night it was 97.6). Took ibuprofen and it's back down to 101.1, but oh man, it does not feel good. I have whined to havelock, then my mom, and now you guys. Think good thoughts for me maybe?
So, uh, gonna go back to bed and watch the PotC movies. I always loved Barbossa/Elizabeth. Tell me I'm not alone NO IT IS NOT THE FEVER TALKING |
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| dude looked suave as hell back before his life became a recurring nightmare of rooftop murder. |
[Dec. 8th, 2009|11:55 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | joy!, shit to do | ] |
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| |  rushed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Eric Wuest - Starlight | ] |
My friends are too good to me, and I don't deserve them. T_T
I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH
Also thank you to everyone for the snowflake cookies. My profile is so festive now!
Working hard at... things. And stuff.
TO DO LIST TIME, for entire month of December, probably to be added to... ( this got long... )
...that's on top of gym, house maintenance, various work-things, sporadic cooking, and dog feedings every day. Urk.
At least I feel able and prepared to do cookies this year, thanks to my sweetass KitchenAid. No more worrying about setting my mixer on fire!
...time to make this week's meal, which happens to be crockpot Dublin Coddle. Mmmmm. Recipe to follow, if anyone wants it. |
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