sunshine0221's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Call Me Martha Call Me Martha Ha! You didn't think I could do it did you? THREE days in a row!! Okay, I'm not Martha at all. I'm not neat. I don't make my own paper out of exotic woods that I grew myself, or turn my house in a holiday fantasyland complete with life size Santa Claus and reindeer made out of hand spun sugar. But I do like to cook. Tonight I made pecan-crusted chicken and a really good salad with rhubarb vinaigrette. See I can even spell vinaigrette (before I get all braggy I should spell check huh?). Got the inspiration from 30 Minute Meals, and if I were a bit more Martha'y I would've remembered that I needed an orange for zest in the breading, and the juice for the vinaigrette. Next time. And hey, if you don't own a microplane. GO BUY ONE NOW. It is the coolest kitchen tool, you don't want to be zesting without it. I've been working on organizing my house, and due to my non-Martha'ness, and also due to my tragic lack of servants, the only time I seem to be able to clean is LATE. We're talking til 4 am one night, and 2 am on the next two. I'm so tired I can't see straight, but I have a kitchen counters!!! I want to get the rest of the kitchen, and the bathroom finished tonight, and of course it is 9:50 pm and I haven't started yet. I don't recommended cleaning while exhausted, by the way. It's a tragic Swiffer accident just waiting to happen. The good thing about sleep deprivation is that I can pretty much ramble about anything, and I have a good excuse. Spikey is supposed to come home tomorrow. I can't believe how much I miss the little hairball. well big hairball, according to the vet who kept saying how fat he was. I kept wanting to say, in a Cartman voice, "He's not fat, he's big boned." Spike was skinny when he found me, filled out when he started eating regularly, and then kinda ballooned up when I was on my cruise last November, when mom mothered him just a little too much. Plus he doesn't get to go outside unescorted like Buffy can, so in other words he needs kitty Jenny Craig, and kitty aerobics. Friday is a big book sale in Coralville, and mom is usually my secret weapon. However, she volunteered for Spike nursing duty, which means he'll be well taken care of, and will also probably gain ten pounds. Just finished To the Nines, the well, 9th installment of Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum series. If you have not read these books. GO GET THEM NOW. Even before your microplane. The books are so good, that even if nothing happened, just reading about the characters would be crack. Add some pretty snazzy plots, and two, count em, two reallly sexy guys, and you have some great reading. Also finished Megan McCafferty's (hope I spelled her name right) Sloppy Firsts, and Second Helpings. Wonderful books. Read em after you get your microplane. Stay tuned for Day 4! 10:45 p.m. - December 03, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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