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Collecting Blues and Greens
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[Aug. 12th, 2009|07:14 pm] |
I need advice.
I made the mistake -- when I was at Joann buying *other* fabric -- of looking at the fall suiting materials, some of which were 30 percent off.
Well, even though I didn't like any of the sale stuff (even though a piece that I got ended up being 30 percent off -- and I got black and white wool houndstooth for $7 a yard), I made the unfortunate discovery that they had their wools in. Gorgeous, gorgeous wools. Decidedly not on sale. The two I liked were $25 a yard.
Do I opt to ignore this discovery, or do I buy two or three yards (two = beige, three = black; the two would be for a skirt, and three for a jumper)?
I have a 40 percent coupon, and then a $10 gift certificate on top of it. It would bring the black down to $35 which is great for wool -- but a little close to my "OMGOMG I'm spending this much money!" level of $40.
What would you do, LJ? |
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[Apr. 25th, 2009|10:27 pm] |
Awesome.
I got two nice suits today for $160. This makes me very happy. :) |
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[Apr. 21st, 2009|07:24 pm] |
Oh, this is gonna suck.
I'm doing physical therapy three times a week for the next three weeks (elbow is healing well, but the PA at the ortho's office was concerned about the range of motion problems I'm having). There's a CRS (our outpatient rehab division) location near my office, and they do morning appointments and evenings, so that was the best solution.
The only time I could get that worked with my schedule and theirs is 7 a.m. They have evening appointments, but had nothing for seveeral weeks. So 7 a.m. it is. I'll have to leave here at 6. Three times a week. It doesn't matter whether I'm going by express bus or 500. I still have to leave that early.
This. Is. Going. To. Suck.
Edit: And, it turns out, for the pleasure of said early mornings, I get to pay $15 a visit. Joy! |
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[Apr. 12th, 2009|10:36 pm] |
Hmmmmmmmmmm...
I just made the best, but simplest, Easter dinner.
Boneless leg of lamb coated in dried sage, cranberry salt (from Nice), and olive oil. Stuck in the oven at 450 for 30 minutes, then 350 for 45 minutes or so. Threw in some baby red potatoes into the roaster, and grilled asparagus with a bit of olive oil.
For dessert -- at 11ish -- I'm doing a chocolate angel food cake from Whole Paycheck, and a bit of organic whipped cream.
So. Good. And it took next to no effort. |
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| Ugh. |
[Mar. 4th, 2009|08:10 pm] |
I apparently lack self awareness.
In the past 24 hours I have:
* ripped out an infusion set on a doorknob
* shattered a bowl on my kitchen floor (sighs. It was one of my nice Pier 1 bowls...)
* tripped over the cat |
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| *headdesk* |
[Feb. 2nd, 2009|03:09 am] |
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Now I'm 38. I'm not sure if it was my body's way of being helpful by having my heart pound and not letting me fall asleep for 15 minutes. |
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[Feb. 1st, 2009|11:59 pm] |
And my body has a screwed up sense of humor.
I'm 55. So even though I'm ready to go to bed, my body isn't quite having anything to do with that. |
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[Feb. 1st, 2009|11:51 pm] |
I've never lived in a place before that could actually, you know. have a nationally known team that wins games.
It's pretty cool.
Except I need to go to bed so I can be awake and not hungover for tomorrow morning. |
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| Domesticity rocks. |
[Jan. 25th, 2009|08:24 pm] |
I have ice cream churning, my dishwasher running with a cupful of bleach because it smelled like sulfa (for whatever reason), and a frenched rack of lamb sitting on red potatoes and roasting.
I also have three pounds of repackaged ground beef, four packages of repackaged chicken thighs, and a ton of pork in my freezer.
Soon I hopefully get a meat grinder, and then I can do my own ground beef.
Yeah. I've turned into Suzy Homemaker. And I like it. |
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[Jan. 21st, 2009|11:37 pm] |
And I just bit down on my lip and split it.
Suuuuuuuuuper |
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| Oh. |
[Jan. 21st, 2009|06:58 pm] |
And when I went to make my last post, and went to select my favorite angsty icon, it was gone. I don't know where, and I can't understand why.
Anyone have any suggestions for good angsty icons? |
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[Jan. 19th, 2009|11:21 pm] |
Dear Abby:
Trust me when I say that I enjoy picking dried poop from the hair around your butt about as much as you enjoy it. Perhaps, then, you would consider doing a better job at kitty bathroom hygiene so that we don't have to repeat this regularly. In your defense, it's been about 18 months since we've had to do it.
But still. Ewww. It had to get done because I needed to figure out why you smelled like kitty shit, and that appears to have been the reason.
You keep up the lack of kitty bathroom hygiene, and your little self is going to the V.E.T.
Consider yourself warned.
The Human |
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[Jan. 17th, 2009|11:04 pm] |
Bread is so magical.
Having had all of the ingredients to make hummus, I decided that I in turn wanted to make pita so that I could have hummus, olives, artichokes, red peppers, and pita for dinner on Wednesday. (I also know that if it doesn't get done on a weekend, it doesn't get done...) I've never made pita before, but figured it couldn't be that hard.
So I found a recipe, and did the mixing and measuring thing, and let the mixer knead it, and I was on my way. Got the brilliant idea to let it sit on top of my stove, which was being heated peripherally by an oven making a baked potato.
The dough doubled in size, and then I made my six nice little rounds. I started out using a rolling pin, like the recipe said, but then I decided that was more trouble than it was worth, and just did it by hand. And the ones pressed by hand look better than the rolled ones, go figure.
I haven't baked them yet -- they needed to rise for an hour, and by the time that hour was done, I'm now ready to eat dinner. But they've increased in size again, and they're so light and pretty.
All that from flour, a tablespoon of flour, two cups of water, and a little bit of happy yeast.
This is why I make my own bread. |
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[Jan. 10th, 2009|06:14 pm] |
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I now have a chest freezer and a Food Saver in my apartment. This rocks in so many ways. |
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[Jan. 5th, 2009|10:52 pm] |
Dear fuckwads in the apartment above me:
Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
There is no reason to start blasting music at 10:45 p.m. on a fucking weeknight. Some of us have to, you know, work tomorrow, and happen to like getting a good night's sleep.
fuck off,
the pissed off woman living below you |
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| Movies watched in 2008 |
[Jan. 1st, 2009|09:43 pm] |
1. Atonement -- Very good. I think I liked it better than the book, but I need to read the book again.
2. Juno -- Loved it.
3. Hairspray -- Not nearly as good as the original movie. I think I would have liked it more had I not seen the original movie.
4. Jesus Camp -- I learned two things. First, evangelical Christians are batshit crazy. Second, I'm never moving to Missouri. Also: It's very scary to me that these people vote.
5. Ma Vie en Rose -- Very good. It came out in 1997, and I've wanted to see it for a while.
6. 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days -- OMG. Really. It was such an incredible movie, and yet so painful to watch. I actually called my mother about 20 minutes into, and was furious. No woman should ever, ever have to have an abortion in a hotel room, or sleep with someone in order to have said abortion.
7. Sex in the City -- It was good. I was disappointed with the ending -- Hey! Men are jackasses, but if you marry them, it's all good. Good clothes and bags, though. I still want the tutu.
8. Gone Baby Gone -- Eh, it was OK. I probably should read the book. |
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| Books read in 2008 |
[Jan. 1st, 2009|09:42 pm] |
1. White Oleander, Janet Fitch -- this book was seriously screwed up.
2. Cocktails for Three, Madeline Wickham -- By the same author as the Shopaholic series. You can tell this was one of her first books (or at least I'm assuming it was, since it originally came out in 2000). The plot line was kind of thin, and rather predictable. An entertaining read, however.
3. Shopaholic and Baby, Sophie Kinsella -- A light, entertaining read. I've loved the others in the series, and this didn't disappoint. A pleasant change from public health.
4. Choice and Coercion, Johanna Schoen -- Reading for my grad class. Shocking. Forces one to rexamine privilege automatically granted by being a woman growing up in the late 20th century.
5. Animal Dreams, Barbara Kingsolver -- I'm starting to realize that most of her books follow the same plot line. Young woman confronts what she remembers from her past, sees that her recollection may not necessarily be accurate, and deals with it all. Usually in Arizona.
6. Hot Zone, Robert Preston -- Interesting read. Another mandatory book for the grad class. Two words: Contact precautions!
7. The Bean Trees, Barbara Kingsolver -- I had started this in 2007, and finally bothered to finish it. See plot description for Animal Dreams.
8. Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert -- It was OK, but I was generally underwhelmed. Of course she found true love at the end! I do want to travel to Bali, though.
9. Freakonomics, Steven Levitt and Stephen Dubner -- Very interesting. I'm not sure if I'd want to own it, or if I would take any of it as the gospel truth, but it certainly presented a new view on the world.
10. Buy, Buy, Baby, Susan Gregory Thomas -- Eh. I think this book had the potential to be very interesting, and it totally didn't live up to its potential. She wrote it like she was writing a thesis. I don't care if it was a thesis; when you're marketing a book as something consumer-oriented, at least make the book read like it could be interesting. Blah.
11. The Omnivore's Dilemma, Michael Pollan -- Very good. Worth the wait on the library reserve list. I probably shouldn't have read about slaughtering chickens while eating chicken and corn chowder, however. I'd consider buying it, and it definitely made me think about the food I eat, and whether organic is really such a good thing, and where to draw the lines between organic from far away, and pesticide ridden from Butler County.
12. The Overspent American, Juliet Schor -- Pretty good. An interesting insight into why people buy so damn much. I was disappointed with the ending, though. It kind of just stopped, and I was confused.
13. Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi -- Excellent. I checked it out from Northland Saturday afternoon and finished it that night. I didn't realize how much I didn't know about Iran -- or even the Middle East, in general. I have the movie in my Netflix queue, but wanted to read the book first. |
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| Baaaaaaaaaaah! But I get a dolly! |
[Dec. 1st, 2008|04:14 pm] |
 Dear Santa...
Dear Santa,
This year I've been busy!
In June I put gum in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) captain18's hair (-12 points). Last Saturday I gave adamant_turtle a kidney (1000 points). In September I pulled nightengalesknd's hair (-5 points). In October I gave illusion_of_joy a wet willie, then I took it back (-5 points). Last Thursday I punched juliasexta in the arm (-10 points).
Overall, I've been nice (968 points). For Christmas I deserve a new dolly!
Sincerely,
journalismgirl |
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| To Geoff |
[Nov. 20th, 2008|04:37 pm] |
Five years tomorrow. And it still feels like yesterday. |
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| My father is an asshole, and I'm not afraid to say it in a public entry. |
[Nov. 8th, 2008|05:17 pm] |
According to my father, I could afford a car payment if only I didn't "buy so much stuff" and wasn't "frivolous" with my money.
Now, considering that my budget practically squeaks, I was furious with him. My mother and I agree that he is being an asshole.
Apparently, these are considered "frivolous" expenses and proof that I am spending too much:
* a Halloween costume for Abby -- about $2
* a Halloween costume for me -- about $40 (note that Halloween comes once a year)
* Whole Foods -- once every other month (if that), and usually about $70
* a purse and stockings in Philadelphia -- $30 (note that I rarely go to Philly... and I don't buy unless it's on sale)
I'd love to know where I can get a car payment for about $50 a month. Furthermore, I'd love to know where I'm doing all this frivolous shopping, because if I'm doing that, and I have nothing to show for it except for some makeup and stockings (both of which are kind of necessary, considering the impression I like to be giving off), I'm apparently doing it wrong.
WTF! I don't even have heat turned on, I haven't put gas in my car in at least a month, and I'm not going to turn into a bitter, miserable, fat cow by not going to the Y, and not going out every once in a while with friends from work.
The irony here is that I don't need or want a car payment. This all started today when I called my mother in shock that my car needed about $800 in repairs to pass inspection. (This ended up coming down to about $400, when I discovered that it didn't need all the repairs the shop said it did, and that it only needed about $400 to pass -- and that was a problem I knew was coming). My mother commented -- and I agreed -- that it would probably come to a point where it was better to buy another car, considering that Baby Car just had it's sixth birthday. I commented that I really didn't want a new car quite yet, because I didn't want to worry about having that, and my student loans, and an eventual mortgage. Plus, I said that between these repairs, and last year's repairs, that the car is good for another 80,000 to 90,000 miles. I have some time. I'm not really considering a car payment a desirable thing at this point.
Apparently my father thinks that if I didn't spend so much money (again, I'm still wondering what I'm supposed to have spent), I could afford a car payment. Which would probably be at least $200 a month, considering that I just spent a good chunk of my emergency savings to fix my car and have virtually no down payment.
My father is a bitter, angry, hurtful old man and I hate him. If he weren't married to my mother still, I probably would cut him off completely. |
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