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yea! it's a wonder woman umbrella day! huzzah! whee!
i had my orientation at new part-time job yesterday. they all seem perky, but not in that gross way. oh, and they give all their leftover food to my favorite ever charity. which made me think...i could deliver meals again! they deliver to people in hospice care, and those with hiv/aids. i think that food is a wonderful way to provide comfort and support...we made some great friends on our routes. when i spawned that first kid, though, delivery became a pain in the assbutt. lugging food AND a baby car seat around was a bit much. oh, and they changed their start time to 5:15 which made things a tad bit impossible. but now? we can deliver on thursday nights whilst the leon toils away at electrical school. and bond and shit! *does a happy dance*
work? during the lame duck period? so enjoyable. i can relax and have fun at what i do. i don’t know if this is what other people feel when they walk in these doors. if they do? i totally get that. but i’m all scrunched face the minute i step over the threshold. and i literally feel as if there is a weight upon my shoulders. so the sudden lifting of the weight? so refreshing. and fun. and i can leave the work at work as i run across town to my spanish class and then to knit with the girls (can i please finish the sock tonight? between the laughing and such?).
lessie. hrm. oh, and i got a double blessing from the mailman yesterday. my vegan lunchbox book and a wee square omelette pan for an odd sort of sushi that i’ve never made. and a hardboiled egg mold in the shape of a bear. and a doohickey that makes a hot dog into an octopus. and, no, i’m not good enough to do that crap myself. or i don’t want to take the ten seconds i would need to do it. if people are too good to use a bowl and have to buy that damn prepared soup in a microwaveable cup...then i can get an octopus cutter dealio. damn straight.
the cookbook is ten kinds of awesome. we had used her recipes before. even the ones that sounded kinda gross. i’m adventurous that way, so sue me. i know i hate it when people say that something is so good that even non-vegans will like it. but i’m going to inflict that upon you anyway. because i’m not a vegan, and i love this damn book already.
and the egg mold? i swoon with delight.
i had my orientation at new part-time job yesterday. they all seem perky, but not in that gross way. oh, and they give all their leftover food to my favorite ever charity. which made me think...i could deliver meals again! they deliver to people in hospice care, and those with hiv/aids. i think that food is a wonderful way to provide comfort and support...we made some great friends on our routes. when i spawned that first kid, though, delivery became a pain in the assbutt. lugging food AND a baby car seat around was a bit much. oh, and they changed their start time to 5:15 which made things a tad bit impossible. but now? we can deliver on thursday nights whilst the leon toils away at electrical school. and bond and shit! *does a happy dance*
work? during the lame duck period? so enjoyable. i can relax and have fun at what i do. i don’t know if this is what other people feel when they walk in these doors. if they do? i totally get that. but i’m all scrunched face the minute i step over the threshold. and i literally feel as if there is a weight upon my shoulders. so the sudden lifting of the weight? so refreshing. and fun. and i can leave the work at work as i run across town to my spanish class and then to knit with the girls (can i please finish the sock tonight? between the laughing and such?).
lessie. hrm. oh, and i got a double blessing from the mailman yesterday. my vegan lunchbox book and a wee square omelette pan for an odd sort of sushi that i’ve never made. and a hardboiled egg mold in the shape of a bear. and a doohickey that makes a hot dog into an octopus. and, no, i’m not good enough to do that crap myself. or i don’t want to take the ten seconds i would need to do it. if people are too good to use a bowl and have to buy that damn prepared soup in a microwaveable cup...then i can get an octopus cutter dealio. damn straight.
the cookbook is ten kinds of awesome. we had used her recipes before. even the ones that sounded kinda gross. i’m adventurous that way, so sue me. i know i hate it when people say that something is so good that even non-vegans will like it. but i’m going to inflict that upon you anyway. because i’m not a vegan, and i love this damn book already.
and the egg mold? i swoon with delight.