My show, pomegranates, and a Q story.
Remember your show? You know the one. The one that was on during the day, and you always had it in the back of your mind, but you could only watch it when you took a sick day, which, if your mom was on to you, prolly didn't happen that often. My show was deffo Mr. Dressup.
These days it is House and Home with Lynda Reeves.
Look, I know that if I had met that woman in high school, we prolly wouldn't have gotten along. She is anal. The things she finds cozy are decidedly "not" in my world...ie. all white living rooms (you just can't eat mac&cheese with ketchup in there, or even have strong tea, for that matter). And you know she's not really pro-kids, and possibly not pro-pets, which to me is pretty much a negative situation.
And everything on the show, even the so-called "affordable" stuff, is $250 and over. I'm sorry. A sun-burst mirror may be stylish, but $250 (as the "low end") is two weeks worth of groceries...or more. C'mon now.
And I know there are a million designer show on TLC and Life, but honestly, I prefer the "Fashion File" kind of home shows to the "What Not to Wear" home shows, if you know what I mean. I like seeing into people's houses. And I begrudgingly really like Lynda Reeves. She's a bit awkward, but also really straight forward - "Okay, this [galley style instead of open concept kitchen] is the opposite of what everyone wants - why did you do it?" - and pretty opinionated. I think I would have hated her in high school because she's better at being OCD than me: she owns it, you know?
So today was a hard-core sick day. We have had it. Sean is sick with his 5th cold since Christmas, and today's examination for discovery was cancelled due to possible conflict of interest (but not mine - I wasn't actually conflicted, or terribly interested, and that's why Sean does the law and I write the stories). For my part, I woke up at 2:30 am and got to sleep around 5...waking up at the usual 6:30 to make it to my naturopath appointment at 8:15. My Vega test said this: my adrenal glands are audi control which translates as I am super stressed. Which esplains the lack of sleep.
Anyway, I watched House and Home at 1pm. It was pretty good, but not as good as the garage day. So that finishes that story.
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The weather is muy beautastic and it's like a switch went off in my head - I now crave veggies and fruit. WTF? Salads always look good to me at this time of year, even though the produce has yet to catch up to the weather.
Anyway, I have hopped on the pomegranate train. [I imagine the Pomegranate Train to have round red cars, and a white velvet interior decorated with burgundy blow-up furniture.] Pomegranates themselves are tres impossible to eat - almost not worth getting in and prying those seeds out. I inevitably get juice everywhere, and the rindy texture part of the seeds lasts far longer than the initial delicious flavour burst. So now I'm into the juice. I'm willing to pay the price, because I know what a bitch it is to get juice out of those things. It's like all the promise of a cranberry, but without having to add sugar to make it good [have you ever had unsweetened cranberry juice??!! Seriously, I'd rather have the yeast infection.]
I hoping the weather stays ver nice until after we are safely tucked into our new house, which is a week and two days away. To answer your question, no, we are not packed. It's a bit redonk, actually. But thankfully, I'm bowing out of work early, which means I can bow out of volunteering early, which means we can go hard Thursday/Friday, and a bit this weekend.
One more note: So, I call my old advisor, Q, for one last get-together. How nice, right? No hard feelings, and I'd like to score a letter of recommendation, but really, we've been through a lot together and even though she was no help to me in getting through it, we still gots history, yo. I tend to care about her, against by better judgment. She says, I'd love to, let me know what days are available, and we'll get together. So I send her my open times...she emails back A WEEK LATER and says, would Friday morning work. At first it did; I was going to work around my appointment and volunteering. So yes, and I suggested the High Level. Here is the reply I got:
"High Level Diner is just what I was thinking of. How about 8 am? Would you
make sure that the Diner is open that early? I'll assume they are and will
be there unless I hear otherwise from you.
Thanks and à demain!
Q."
.....
I'm sorry... what?! Seriously, I stopped being your bitch 10 months ago, and had technically ditched you long before that...finding a different "advisor" of whom you were completely jealous of, and threatened by. And it was the best thing I ever did for my sanity and degree. Frankly, Your F&cking Highness, this breakfast is more me throwing you a bone by maintaining the facade of your sanity and usefulness, than needing your blessings and patronage.
Okay, I know that is harsh, but COME ON. I decided I didn't have time for brekkies today, and am putting off re-booking. I dunno man, she's lost it, and I don't know if I need that kind of stress right now.
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We're now o'er at facebook, but I think I will continue my blog here and just import it. Sound good?
These days it is House and Home with Lynda Reeves.
Look, I know that if I had met that woman in high school, we prolly wouldn't have gotten along. She is anal. The things she finds cozy are decidedly "not" in my world...ie. all white living rooms (you just can't eat mac&cheese with ketchup in there, or even have strong tea, for that matter). And you know she's not really pro-kids, and possibly not pro-pets, which to me is pretty much a negative situation.
And everything on the show, even the so-called "affordable" stuff, is $250 and over. I'm sorry. A sun-burst mirror may be stylish, but $250 (as the "low end") is two weeks worth of groceries...or more. C'mon now.
And I know there are a million designer show on TLC and Life, but honestly, I prefer the "Fashion File" kind of home shows to the "What Not to Wear" home shows, if you know what I mean. I like seeing into people's houses. And I begrudgingly really like Lynda Reeves. She's a bit awkward, but also really straight forward - "Okay, this [galley style instead of open concept kitchen] is the opposite of what everyone wants - why did you do it?" - and pretty opinionated. I think I would have hated her in high school because she's better at being OCD than me: she owns it, you know?
So today was a hard-core sick day. We have had it. Sean is sick with his 5th cold since Christmas, and today's examination for discovery was cancelled due to possible conflict of interest (but not mine - I wasn't actually conflicted, or terribly interested, and that's why Sean does the law and I write the stories). For my part, I woke up at 2:30 am and got to sleep around 5...waking up at the usual 6:30 to make it to my naturopath appointment at 8:15. My Vega test said this: my adrenal glands are audi control which translates as I am super stressed. Which esplains the lack of sleep.
Anyway, I watched House and Home at 1pm. It was pretty good, but not as good as the garage day. So that finishes that story.
~~~~~~~
The weather is muy beautastic and it's like a switch went off in my head - I now crave veggies and fruit. WTF? Salads always look good to me at this time of year, even though the produce has yet to catch up to the weather.
Anyway, I have hopped on the pomegranate train. [I imagine the Pomegranate Train to have round red cars, and a white velvet interior decorated with burgundy blow-up furniture.] Pomegranates themselves are tres impossible to eat - almost not worth getting in and prying those seeds out. I inevitably get juice everywhere, and the rindy texture part of the seeds lasts far longer than the initial delicious flavour burst. So now I'm into the juice. I'm willing to pay the price, because I know what a bitch it is to get juice out of those things. It's like all the promise of a cranberry, but without having to add sugar to make it good [have you ever had unsweetened cranberry juice??!! Seriously, I'd rather have the yeast infection.]
I hoping the weather stays ver nice until after we are safely tucked into our new house, which is a week and two days away. To answer your question, no, we are not packed. It's a bit redonk, actually. But thankfully, I'm bowing out of work early, which means I can bow out of volunteering early, which means we can go hard Thursday/Friday, and a bit this weekend.
One more note: So, I call my old advisor, Q, for one last get-together. How nice, right? No hard feelings, and I'd like to score a letter of recommendation, but really, we've been through a lot together and even though she was no help to me in getting through it, we still gots history, yo. I tend to care about her, against by better judgment. She says, I'd love to, let me know what days are available, and we'll get together. So I send her my open times...she emails back A WEEK LATER and says, would Friday morning work. At first it did; I was going to work around my appointment and volunteering. So yes, and I suggested the High Level. Here is the reply I got:
"High Level Diner is just what I was thinking of. How about 8 am? Would you
make sure that the Diner is open that early? I'll assume they are and will
be there unless I hear otherwise from you.
Thanks and à demain!
Q."
.....
I'm sorry... what?! Seriously, I stopped being your bitch 10 months ago, and had technically ditched you long before that...finding a different "advisor" of whom you were completely jealous of, and threatened by. And it was the best thing I ever did for my sanity and degree. Frankly, Your F&cking Highness, this breakfast is more me throwing you a bone by maintaining the facade of your sanity and usefulness, than needing your blessings and patronage.
Okay, I know that is harsh, but COME ON. I decided I didn't have time for brekkies today, and am putting off re-booking. I dunno man, she's lost it, and I don't know if I need that kind of stress right now.
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We're now o'er at facebook, but I think I will continue my blog here and just import it. Sound good?