Ow.
I had hoped to never write this in my blog a second time, but...
I accidentally stabbed myself in the face today.
I have a peg board on the wall where I hang tools. In a fit of tidying, I leaned down to pick up something from the floor, and scraped the side of my face on one of the long pegs. I thought it would bleed a lot more than it did, but it sure hurts a lot worse than I expected. Perhaps wearing glasses will help cover it ... or just make it hurt more. I'm quite relieved it wasn't my eyeball.
Also on the bright side, I will look bad-ass for a while and get to make up elaborate lies about my wound. And how many people can say, "Damn it, I stabbed myself in the face again."?
The last time I stabbed myself in the face, I was making PBJ with a carving knife because the butter knives were dirty. Usually when I switch from PB to J, I hold the knife between my teeth while I screw and unscrew jars, but with the knife being so much larger than usual, I under-estimated the logistics and stuck myself between my lip and chin.
I am an idiot sometimes, LJ. ^_^
In other news, my parents are in town visiting. I am lucky to love them and like them.
In other news, my business was slow and is now picking back up. I'm a little scared actually, I had quite a lazy summer!
In other news, I thought of a new business that could kick so much ass. Am currently buying equipment and making plans.
In other news, I had Ethiopian food for the first time last week and it was disgusting. There are only two rules for Cynthia's Adventures In Dining:1. Try everything twice. The first bite you can't judge because you brought assumptions. The second bite is when you can really decide what to think.
2. Tell me what it is after I eat it. Some foods I can't help but pre-dislike, so I'd rather not know.
Turns out, rule number two sucks, because gorda-gorda is RAW BEEF CHUNKS and nobody warned me -- I nearly spat it into my napkin, I was so squicked. I accidentally found out the other bowl was liver and tripe and took a bite anyway. Good thing the event was a charity dinner for rural drinking water, so we adventured for a good cause. They had a vegetarian tray that I really would have been happier with, but when trying something new, I want to really get my teeth in, meat and all.
The meal was through my favorite Meetup, a big group of foodies that gather a few times a month for huge samplers in unusual cuisines or fun themes. Usually they are delicious, but turns out -- Ethiopian's not for me. This weekend we're going to a Mexican tire store parking lot where the white catering vans are known to park, and locals bring guitars and cervezas for an impromptu fiesta. Goat tacos for everyone!
I accidentally stabbed myself in the face today.
I have a peg board on the wall where I hang tools. In a fit of tidying, I leaned down to pick up something from the floor, and scraped the side of my face on one of the long pegs. I thought it would bleed a lot more than it did, but it sure hurts a lot worse than I expected. Perhaps wearing glasses will help cover it ... or just make it hurt more. I'm quite relieved it wasn't my eyeball.
Also on the bright side, I will look bad-ass for a while and get to make up elaborate lies about my wound. And how many people can say, "Damn it, I stabbed myself in the face again."?
The last time I stabbed myself in the face, I was making PBJ with a carving knife because the butter knives were dirty. Usually when I switch from PB to J, I hold the knife between my teeth while I screw and unscrew jars, but with the knife being so much larger than usual, I under-estimated the logistics and stuck myself between my lip and chin.
I am an idiot sometimes, LJ. ^_^
In other news, my parents are in town visiting. I am lucky to love them and like them.
In other news, my business was slow and is now picking back up. I'm a little scared actually, I had quite a lazy summer!
In other news, I thought of a new business that could kick so much ass. Am currently buying equipment and making plans.
In other news, I had Ethiopian food for the first time last week and it was disgusting. There are only two rules for Cynthia's Adventures In Dining:1. Try everything twice. The first bite you can't judge because you brought assumptions. The second bite is when you can really decide what to think.
2. Tell me what it is after I eat it. Some foods I can't help but pre-dislike, so I'd rather not know.
Turns out, rule number two sucks, because gorda-gorda is RAW BEEF CHUNKS and nobody warned me -- I nearly spat it into my napkin, I was so squicked. I accidentally found out the other bowl was liver and tripe and took a bite anyway. Good thing the event was a charity dinner for rural drinking water, so we adventured for a good cause. They had a vegetarian tray that I really would have been happier with, but when trying something new, I want to really get my teeth in, meat and all.
The meal was through my favorite Meetup, a big group of foodies that gather a few times a month for huge samplers in unusual cuisines or fun themes. Usually they are delicious, but turns out -- Ethiopian's not for me. This weekend we're going to a Mexican tire store parking lot where the white catering vans are known to park, and locals bring guitars and cervezas for an impromptu fiesta. Goat tacos for everyone!