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Monday, February 11th, 2008
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7:40 pm
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| Saturday, February 9th, 2008
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4:03 pm
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I'm having a few people over to make valentines tonight. I've got a big pot of chili on the stove and I'm getting ready to make a cake, which will end up being heart shaped. I haven't heard back from Mary or Marie, and I'm hoping they call me sometime soon...I'd really like them to be there.
My chili smells delicious.
Does anybody remember the rules for Seven-Up? You know, the game where everyone has their heads down, and you get tapped on the head? I don't remember...
Jango is really cool. I know I talked about it last posting, but the recommendations it gives me are always dead on.
A few hours ago, it played Elliot Smith and I was so glad. I had forgotten Elliot Smith. I don't even know how that's possible.
And now it's playing Maroon 5. I love Jango.
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| Thursday, February 7th, 2008
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10:31 pm
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I had a pretty okay day today. Work was fine, better than some days, you know how it goes.
I made clam chowder. It made me slightly nauseous. Sean liked it, and appears to be in perfect health, so it could just be I'm particularly sensitive to all things seafood a ce moment.
So Sean found this website called Jango, which bills itself as a Social Internet Radio. It plays songs. It's a pretty simple idea, but it's pretty sweet for all it's simplicity. I'm able to listen to songs that I don't have downloaded onto my computer and enjoy them, as well as listen to songs that Jango, based on my past listens, recommends for me.
So far, I've fallen in love with a band called "Voxtrot" and a singer named Rilo Kiley...I think. It's pretty sweet.
Black holes and revelations....
Unusually, this week's episode of Lost gave me inspirations for answers, rather than despair. I'm beginning to see the patterns closing in, and I'll be very disappointed if I'm wrong...
I should be a professional tv watcher. I'm very good at it. Just ask Sean. I'm able to guess what the outcome of a show is in the first 10 minutes. It stuns him.
What can I say? I'm stunning.
and nauseous, as the apartment smells like the aforementioned dinner.
Take a load off, and put it right on me.
Question, was Bob Dylan in a band? I maintain that he was not. Sean remains unconvinced.
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| Sunday, February 3rd, 2008
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1:12 pm
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Snuggler Day was a success. I probably spent less than an hour out of bed all day yesterday. Now, i'm going to clean clean clean my house today.
French cinematography is more inbred than the back hills of West Virginia. I just found out that Mathieu Kassovitz (from Amelie) is in City of Lost Children as Man on the Street (uncredited). Like, Jean-Pierre Jeunet is like, Hey, I'm making a movie! Everybody in?
Ceci n'est pas une pipe.
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| Saturday, February 2nd, 2008
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8:38 am - Snuggler Day. (Thanks to Marie for the Title)
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Like I mentioned in my last post, today is hopefully the start of a new tradition. I've got three movies to watch, Premonitions, A Very Long Engagement, and Love in the Afternoon, starring Audrey Hepburn, Gary Cooper and Maurice Chevalier. We've got snacks and sodas and pillows, and a frozen pizza for dinner. I think next year, I'll make up a batch of chili and put it in the crockpot the night before, so it will be super delicious as it cooks all day long.
Because I'm a mess in my head, I can see this scene of Sean and me after we've got kids, and snuggler day with like, everybody up on our bed and and because i've got some serious issues with being cold, this overriding sense of being warm. That's what appeals to me the most, everybody piled in together with a bunch of blankets and pillows, all snuggly and nice.
My older sister Traci and her husband Eric decided to make their wedding anniversary their own holiday called Skupula (I think that's how you'd spell it) Day. They exchange presents, but they have to be homemade. This year, Traci made Eric a felt blanket out of material that had MSU on it.
Have you ever made up your own holiday?
current mood:  sleepy
current music: the snow deadens all sound.
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| Friday, February 1st, 2008
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5:59 pm
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For dinner tonight:
Baked chicken Parmesan, chicken breasts breaded in a mixture of breadcrumbs, herbs and parmesan cheese, topped with spaghetti sauce and mozzarella and provolone cheese
Italian zucchini, a saute of zucchini, onions and tomatoes, with plenty of seasoning
Crescent rolls with garlic butter
And for dessert:
Cinnamon Pears with Mascarpone and sugared walnuts.
From the store, I need
Spaghetti sauce
Zucchini
Walnuts
Wine? Maybe?
and tomorrow will be our first annual (yes, I know, you can't have a first annual anything, it's only annual _after_ you've done it again) stay in bed all day day. we're going to watch movies and eat snacks and read books and just chill and enjoy each other's company, along with massive amounts of blankets and pillows. I'm very very excited. It's going to be a day of rest and relaxation and warmth. Woot.
Mo's fallen in love with one of the new girls. I'm very happy with her, too.
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| Wednesday, January 30th, 2008
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5:44 pm
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So, I did a little genealogical research a couple days ago and found out that my great-great-great-great-grandmother, Nancy Donnally Bane, was institutionalized for being crazy. And my great-great-great grandfather Samuel Bane was a Union artillery soldier in the Civil War.
So that's kinda neat.
Dinner yesterday was a round steak, roasted in the oven, and topped with a sauce of tomatoes, onions, garlic, and olives.
Dinner today, was the round steak, shredded, and cooked in a saucepan with the sauce from last night, served on toasted sandwich rolls and mozzarella cheese.
Delicious.
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| Monday, January 28th, 2008
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8:12 pm
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I had the craziest dream last night.
Like, my dreams are pretty nutso, but this one takes the butter frosted cake. (Which was a component to a dream I had a few nights ago)
I dreamt that I was a Catholic Priest, not me at all. A male Catholic priest who was really really sick. I was in like, the infirmary, or my own cell in a monastery. I was sick and feverish, and someone came in to take care of me. He called me 8-15, which in my dream I knew was a nickname of mine, an affectionate one that referenced some verse in the bible about abstaining from something, living sparsely or something, and he propped me up against the wall, then left to go check on the priest over in the next cell, who was also sick. As I was laying there, my head resting on the wall, I was thinking about the dude in the next cell, and I was remembering how this other priest had vowed to do something, overthrow someone, kill somebody, destroy something. But this was really bad, because it was going to take _longer than his lifetime_ to do, and I was laying there, eventually, my head fell over, and I was thinking about how sick he was and I was convinced, no doubt in my mind, that he was going to achieve this plan of his, and I realized that the way he had guaranteed his success was by selling his soul to Satan, by becoming a pawn of the devil's. I also realized that in order for him to gain his full strength was for me to die. I could hear what was going on in the other room, and the man taking care of us was laughing, because apparently the other priest's appearance was absurd, and I was so scared for the poor good man taking care of us, because I knew that if he pissed off this other priest, he'd be a dead man, and I couldn't do anything or say anything, and i could just feel my heart beating faster and faster and faster, and knew I was gonna die soon, and there wasn't anything I could do about it.
It was really scary.
I have the internets + a functioning keyboard again. woohoo
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| Sunday, January 13th, 2008
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6:01 pm
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Wassail = fun; dying= sucky; homemade chicken soup= delicious
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| Friday, January 11th, 2008
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7:13 pm
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I've gotten pretty good at using the character palette. I think I have bronchitis or at least abad sinus infection . I'm going t see if we can go shopping for the wassail after I pick Sean up from work so I don't have to do it tomorrow. Bleargh.
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| Monday, January 7th, 2008
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6:59 pm
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I_have_no_keyboard._Yay_for_character_palette._Expect_diminished_internet_presence_until_further_notice.
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| Friday, January 4th, 2008
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11:45 pm - Oy...vey...
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Well, I am now officially all caught up on Lost.
Like, jesus christ.
On a fucking bicycle.
I can't say anything about it, just in case it would be spoiling it for anybody.
But hot damn.
I cried.
I'm so glad I have tomorrow off.
I really wish I had every other day off.
le sigh.
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| Thursday, January 3rd, 2008
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10:43 pm
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they came by and fixed our stove, so we're all set for cooking.
i really really wish i didn't have to go to work. Like, seriously.
Seriously.
For serious.
I'm not kidding.
I 100% do not want to work tomorrow. Or any day thereafter.
Completely.
Absolutely.
Do. Not. Want. To. Work.
Ever.
Again.
current mood:  stiff and sore
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| Tuesday, January 1st, 2008
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9:04 pm
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my stove just exploded.
Literally. Exploded.
This is what happens when I'm motivated to get stuff done.
My stove EXPLODES.
current mood:  depressed
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4:13 pm
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I cleaned out our fridge today. That was pretty gross, although not as gross as it usually is when I make myself do it.
I'm making meatloaf for dinner. I'm getting laundry together for this week. I also have to get our bills together, see how much of our money is actually ours, and then figure out a grocery list.
It would take 77 dollars to do a load of laundry every day for a month, excluding the cost of soap/bleach/dryer sheets...
stupid not owning my own washing machine...
I wish I was so middle class...
**Edit 2 hrs later**
So today, I have accomplished:
*Fridge Cleaning
*Living Room Pickup
*Dining Room Table Clean-Off
*2 Loads of Laundry
*The Washing of some Dishes.
I feel extremely accomplished. Sean had at least better notice... :)
current music: Lola Stars and Stripes by the Stills
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2:35 pm
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Your Score: Fennel You scored 50% intoxication, 50% hotness, 100% complexity, and 25% craziness!
You are Fennel!
You're a cool cat. Crisp, clean, fresh, and extremely complicated. You're like quantum physics or modern jazz. Think Niels Bohr meets Ornette Coleman. You may look normal now, but once you sprout, you look kind of, uh, funny.
Okay. Now.
15 mins. washing dishes.
15 mins. throwing out trash in living room.
15 mins. clearing off tables in dining room.
Here we go!
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| Monday, December 31st, 2007
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8:35 pm
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Like, oh my god.
I owe so much to Ms. Mary Savage.
For without her, and her facebook, I would never have run across...
Harry and The Potters.
That's right, an indie rock band from Massachusetts, pioneering wizard rock.
it is fantastic.
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8:38 am - To Do list today
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Work. Ugh.
Dishes.
Laundry.
Organize Bills.
Not be late to work because of Sean....working on it.
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| Wednesday, December 26th, 2007
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5:37 pm
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so my fibro really kicked my ass today. I was crying as I was getting out the door to work, everything hurt so bad. I ended up puking at work, the pain was so bad. I have an appointment with my dr. on friday. I don't know if he'll be able to do anything for me or not, but something's got to give. My life sucks too much to have to deal with this nonsense.
Christmas was fabulous. I got a really pretty gold shirt/white sweater combo from Grandma Rae, a brown scarf from Sarah's mom (both of which I'm wearing right now), a wayward guide to paris, which is hilarious, a sign that colin painted for me to go into my dining room, a U2 cd, a josh groban cd, lots of candy, a pretty hat, border's gift card, ooh, a crockpot (!!!) a picture frame, a grater, a beautiful spice rack, a set of 3 stainless steel bowls (martha stewart), more candy, a necklace, and i'm sure i'm forgetting something. I got spoiled rotten.
I think the gifts we gave out were pretty well received, too. Grandma Rae, upon getting her scones and curd, remarked that this was the first baked good she had gotten for Christmas this year. I hope they turned out all right. Daniel got quite a bit of stuff, so did my mom. I really wasn't expecting either of them to get much of anything, but once again, the Wilsons' outdid themselves. I don't think I will ever know a group of people more absolutely phenomenal. Daniel got Volume 1 of the Sandman by Neil Gaiman from me and Sean, he also got a t-shirt, and gloves and a border's gift card. My mom got a really pretty pin, and homemade strawberry jam (again, from sarah's mom) I really really needed yesterday. I needed to be around people who don't find it difficult to love, and give, and be kind. I needed to know that my mom can still laugh like she did yesterday. I needed to know that Daniel is going to be okay.
At the risk of sounding completely trite and gushy, I am so grateful beyond telling that I somehow managed to stumble into this family of magnificent people.
Hope you all had a good holiday. And even if you didn't, I hope you can move on to something new and good.
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| Monday, December 24th, 2007
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6:55 pm
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i am exhausted. And I only have to:
-make pineapple curd
-fill sean's and throgmorten's stockings
-finish wrapping presents
-find dinner
-figure out what I'm wearing tomorrow
-pick sean up whenever he's finished at work
and
-go to the 11 o'clock service at sean's church
bleargh.
kill me now.
*yawn*
Mo was really appreciative of my onion bread. He's so nice. I hope it turned out okay. I think he should eat it with soup or hummous or something, because the edges are kind of hard...oh well. Off to fill stockings I go.
Good lord, I'm tired.
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