Tonight, we ordered out. Pan Asian goodness. We sat on the back porch and listened to vintage Larry Norman. Such good stuff. Being married to a Jesus hippie has benefits. Yeah, I may have discovered Larry Norman on my own, but I'm glad my Tom introduced me to him. And since we only have Larry on vinyl, it's time to load up the iPod. Tom is working on the playlist. Right now. He's holed up in the spare bedroom, and I hear music playing. Loudly. I don't think I will see my husband again before bedtime, and I don't blame him a bit.
Music. Love it. Love. It.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
toss up!
I was torn between posting something about Strasburg's major league debut or my love for cast iron skillets.
Hmmmmm... 7 innings, 14 strike outs (a franchise record, mind you) and the win, or perfectly seasoned cast iron.
(biting my fist)
I can't choose. I'm hopelessly devoted to both.
Hmmmmm... 7 innings, 14 strike outs (a franchise record, mind you) and the win, or perfectly seasoned cast iron.
(biting my fist)
I can't choose. I'm hopelessly devoted to both.
Monday, June 7, 2010
with a very happy
Homemade fajitas with dirty rice. (Are fajitas without tortillas still fajitas?) Caramelized Vidalia onions are just plain magical. We ate on the back porch, and the dogs wouldn't leave us alone.
Can't blame 'em a bit. Supper was guh-oood.
Homework tonight, so I can watch Strasburg tomorrow night. So, with a very happy tummy and palate, case studies, here I come.
Can't blame 'em a bit. Supper was guh-oood.
Homework tonight, so I can watch Strasburg tomorrow night. So, with a very happy tummy and palate, case studies, here I come.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
realizing
Realizing that I haven't posted anything in way too long, and realizing that I spend much of my time thinking about and preparing good food (at least my husband and I think so), I may just be giving short updates regarding my own zeal for food (mine or others').
Okay.
Early this morning: Had some artisan sourdough sitting on the butcher block looking like it wanted to be involved. Had some oranges in the fruit bowl wanting in the game, too. Result: French toast with orange zest added into the batter. Oh. And pure maple syrup. The only reason my husband didn't high five me was because he was licking his fingers.
It happens with syrup.
And, I truly don't mind sticky-fingered high fives.
Right now: Jumbo shrimp peeled and deveined. They are hanging out in the fridge getting acquainted with lime, garlic, red wine vinegar, olive oil and course ground black pepper.
Later: Girl meets grill. Friends coming to share. Happiness.
Okay.
Early this morning: Had some artisan sourdough sitting on the butcher block looking like it wanted to be involved. Had some oranges in the fruit bowl wanting in the game, too. Result: French toast with orange zest added into the batter. Oh. And pure maple syrup. The only reason my husband didn't high five me was because he was licking his fingers.
It happens with syrup.
And, I truly don't mind sticky-fingered high fives.
Right now: Jumbo shrimp peeled and deveined. They are hanging out in the fridge getting acquainted with lime, garlic, red wine vinegar, olive oil and course ground black pepper.
Later: Girl meets grill. Friends coming to share. Happiness.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
help stop slavery. save money. win-win.
When you are a GEICO associate and an abolitionist, how can you make those two things work together?
I'm so glad you asked.
It's true I am a GEICO associate and a fan, too. I work for a fabulous company with outstanding operating principles, and I'm also a very satified GEICO policyholder. We are a responsible corporate community citizen and and strongly believe in supporting worthy causes. We do a lot of work to support Special Olympics, United Way, Habitat for Humanity, hurricane relief efforts, earthquake relief efforts and many other causes.
I have yet to see us (GEICO) support the fight against slavery, but I think together we (you and I) can change that.
To increase phone inquiries for quotes on auto, motorcycle, homeowners, renters, or commercial policies, each GEICO associate is encouraged to refer friends, family and acquaintances to call in for a quote. Each associate gets $15 for each quote. Note that these are just quotes; there is no obligation to purchase the policy. But, it's true that many of my friends and family who have already called for a quote have also switched because of the savings.
Quotes are tracked by a unique promotional code for each associate.
Now, let me say a word about International Justice Mission (IJM). IJM is a leader in human rights agencies that secures justice for victims of slavery and sexual exploitation. I can't say enough about their work. Check out some clips to learn more.
Putting it all together yet?
I am a GEICO fan. I am an IJM supporter. So, here's my plan.
My pledge to you is that for each quote received using my code I will give the $15 to International Justice Mission.
For me to get credit for the quote, here's what you must do:
Call 800-342-9070.
Tell them up front that you were referred by a GEICO associate.
Give them promotional code 70017.
Summary: I give you the phone number and my promotional code. You call and get a quote. IJM will get financial support for each quote using my code. And you'll probably end up saving some money on your car insurance. And don't forget to get quotes for your motorcycle, home or apartment. I'll get credit for each quote, but sure to give the promotional code each time. Internet quotes do not apply to this promotion. Only phone quotes will receive credit.
Need the deets again?
Call 800-342-9070.
Tell them up front that you were referred by a GEICO associate.
Give them promotional code 70017.
Help stop slavery. Save money.
Win-win.
I'm so glad you asked.
It's true I am a GEICO associate and a fan, too. I work for a fabulous company with outstanding operating principles, and I'm also a very satified GEICO policyholder. We are a responsible corporate community citizen and and strongly believe in supporting worthy causes. We do a lot of work to support Special Olympics, United Way, Habitat for Humanity, hurricane relief efforts, earthquake relief efforts and many other causes.
I have yet to see us (GEICO) support the fight against slavery, but I think together we (you and I) can change that.
To increase phone inquiries for quotes on auto, motorcycle, homeowners, renters, or commercial policies, each GEICO associate is encouraged to refer friends, family and acquaintances to call in for a quote. Each associate gets $15 for each quote. Note that these are just quotes; there is no obligation to purchase the policy. But, it's true that many of my friends and family who have already called for a quote have also switched because of the savings.
Quotes are tracked by a unique promotional code for each associate.
Now, let me say a word about International Justice Mission (IJM). IJM is a leader in human rights agencies that secures justice for victims of slavery and sexual exploitation. I can't say enough about their work. Check out some clips to learn more.
Putting it all together yet?
I am a GEICO fan. I am an IJM supporter. So, here's my plan.
My pledge to you is that for each quote received using my code I will give the $15 to International Justice Mission.
For me to get credit for the quote, here's what you must do:
Call 800-342-9070.
Tell them up front that you were referred by a GEICO associate.
Give them promotional code 70017.
Summary: I give you the phone number and my promotional code. You call and get a quote. IJM will get financial support for each quote using my code. And you'll probably end up saving some money on your car insurance. And don't forget to get quotes for your motorcycle, home or apartment. I'll get credit for each quote, but sure to give the promotional code each time. Internet quotes do not apply to this promotion. Only phone quotes will receive credit.
Need the deets again?
Call 800-342-9070.
Tell them up front that you were referred by a GEICO associate.
Give them promotional code 70017.
Help stop slavery. Save money.
Win-win.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
spock lives
Yesterday in traffic, I was behind a car with vinly lettering in the back window that read, "SPOCK LIVES." I wasn't sure if it was an over-the-top Trekkie or if I was missing the joke.
I do confess that I don't have an issue with "SPOCK LIVES" in the back window like I do with those "Cruisin' in memory of" stickers. I'm bound to be perceived as disrespectful in this regard, but I recognize that and am willing to put myself out there.
Part of my introduction to moving to Virginia 17 years ago was seeing vehicles with these elaborate vinyl lettering stickers in their back windows that read "Cruisin' in memory of..." followed by the deceased's name and the years they lived. The first one I saw seemed a bit strange to me. But then I began seeing more and more of them.
I didn't get it. Was the driver really thinking about the deceased while they were driving -- sorry... cruisin' -- or were they just going to get some milk and toilet paper? It seems a strange way to immortalize someone.
I have two friends who are like-minded with me in this regard.
Jess' and I used to call each other at each new sticker sighting to give Cruisin' updates. Horrible, aren't we? Once I called her because the truck in front of me was a company truck for an auto parts store. The lettering in the back window read, "Deliverin' parts in memory of..."
No lie.
My friend, Ed, and I not only share the same opinion of these stickers, but we also are a bit Type-A when it comes to grammar and punctuation. I have strong feelings toward misplaced apostrophes. Several years ago, I saw lettering in the back window of a car that read, "Cruisin' in memory of my Pop's."
(Blink. Blink.)
Okay. Knowing that apostrophes are used to show possession or take the place of the missing letters in a contraction, this sticker felt incomplete to me. The next day, at work, I discussed this with Ed, whose cubicle was adjacent to mine. "What was she cruisin' in memory of, Ed? Her pop's what? Her pop's couch? It could be anything!"
Ed was very comforting to me and suggested we use our dry erase boards that hang outside our so-called cubile doors to display that, today, we would be "Working in memory of..." something.
I was inspired. I began simulating vinly lettering on my board and asked Ed how I should finish it. Workin' in memory of... what? Ed suggested, "...my pop's parrot, Petie."
It was beautiful. Ed warned me that in a couple of hours someone would stop and ask, "Did your dad's bird die?"
It only took ten minutes.
I had my back to my so-called door, and heard a compassionate and heart-broken voice mutter, "Awwwww." I honestly did not know how was I going to turn around and face this person. I could hear Ed stifling his laughs on the other side of the cubicle wall.
Slowly, I turned around to face my visitor.
"Was it sick or just really old? 'Cause parrots live a real long time."
So, yeah, I'm kinda likin' "SPOCK LIVES." Even if I don't get the joke.
I do confess that I don't have an issue with "SPOCK LIVES" in the back window like I do with those "Cruisin' in memory of" stickers. I'm bound to be perceived as disrespectful in this regard, but I recognize that and am willing to put myself out there.
Part of my introduction to moving to Virginia 17 years ago was seeing vehicles with these elaborate vinyl lettering stickers in their back windows that read "Cruisin' in memory of..." followed by the deceased's name and the years they lived. The first one I saw seemed a bit strange to me. But then I began seeing more and more of them.
I didn't get it. Was the driver really thinking about the deceased while they were driving -- sorry... cruisin' -- or were they just going to get some milk and toilet paper? It seems a strange way to immortalize someone.
I have two friends who are like-minded with me in this regard.
Jess' and I used to call each other at each new sticker sighting to give Cruisin' updates. Horrible, aren't we? Once I called her because the truck in front of me was a company truck for an auto parts store. The lettering in the back window read, "Deliverin' parts in memory of..."
No lie.
My friend, Ed, and I not only share the same opinion of these stickers, but we also are a bit Type-A when it comes to grammar and punctuation. I have strong feelings toward misplaced apostrophes. Several years ago, I saw lettering in the back window of a car that read, "Cruisin' in memory of my Pop's."
(Blink. Blink.)
Okay. Knowing that apostrophes are used to show possession or take the place of the missing letters in a contraction, this sticker felt incomplete to me. The next day, at work, I discussed this with Ed, whose cubicle was adjacent to mine. "What was she cruisin' in memory of, Ed? Her pop's what? Her pop's couch? It could be anything!"
Ed was very comforting to me and suggested we use our dry erase boards that hang outside our so-called cubile doors to display that, today, we would be "Working in memory of..." something.
I was inspired. I began simulating vinly lettering on my board and asked Ed how I should finish it. Workin' in memory of... what? Ed suggested, "...my pop's parrot, Petie."
It was beautiful. Ed warned me that in a couple of hours someone would stop and ask, "Did your dad's bird die?"
It only took ten minutes.
I had my back to my so-called door, and heard a compassionate and heart-broken voice mutter, "Awwwww." I honestly did not know how was I going to turn around and face this person. I could hear Ed stifling his laughs on the other side of the cubicle wall.
Slowly, I turned around to face my visitor.
"Was it sick or just really old? 'Cause parrots live a real long time."
So, yeah, I'm kinda likin' "SPOCK LIVES." Even if I don't get the joke.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
joie de vivre
A week and a day wasn't enough.
My parents came for Thanksgiving. I made a vacation out of it. We didn't travel. We didn't go to Smithsonians. We didn't see any monuments. We didn't go to any caverns or take any scenic drives.
We drank coffee. We laughed. We cooked. We ate. We savored (and not just the food). We played games. We went to see friends. Friends came to see us. We sang. We danced (in the kitchen). We watched football -- passionately. And then we did it all again.
And come to think of it, we weren't just passionate about the football. We were were passionate about all of it.
Living 1214.92 miles apart stinks. But, man, when we get together... joie de vivre.
[Smiling. Nodding.]
Yep. That's what that was.
Joie de vivre.
My parents came for Thanksgiving. I made a vacation out of it. We didn't travel. We didn't go to Smithsonians. We didn't see any monuments. We didn't go to any caverns or take any scenic drives.
We drank coffee. We laughed. We cooked. We ate. We savored (and not just the food). We played games. We went to see friends. Friends came to see us. We sang. We danced (in the kitchen). We watched football -- passionately. And then we did it all again.
And come to think of it, we weren't just passionate about the football. We were were passionate about all of it.
Living 1214.92 miles apart stinks. But, man, when we get together... joie de vivre.
[Smiling. Nodding.]
Yep. That's what that was.
Joie de vivre.
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