Saturday, March 04, 2006

The salt trick is worth it if it's a grapefruit-y tasting grapefruit. Finally tried a frozen tame blueberry brand that I didn't pond! It's Dole and I immediately added it to my Splasher. I'm pleasantly tired. Last night my computer was ringing in my ear, so I turned it off, and when I woke up in the morning everything was so quiet and bright and beautiful. I don't want to get addicted to turning my computer off at night again, though, like last year when I had the flu.

Posted at 12:13:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.

Friday, March 03, 2006

Good grief. I was trying to take a picture of myself with piggytails (why I am wearing piggytails at the moment is not quite clear, even to me, but I am), but I have a murderous headache and I forgot to smile, so instead of them looking cute and girlish, I look really mean and/or haggard. Plus you can't even see the piggytails. This is cracking me up. Or, it would be, if not for the headache. 1) Don't mess with the scary piggytailed girl, 2) Because she is desperate, 3) Possibly about the fact that her mouth is dissolving.

Posted at 12:10:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Thursday snowy Thursday. It's deeper than I thought. It's been snowing steadily all day, but so lightly. Nothing's plowed, still. Everything's white. Fantastic quiet white Thursday. I didn't even drink any coffee. But I ate some chocolate.

Posted at 5:43:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.

My wish came true! (Well, I don't know if I'm really snowed "in" or not, but I'm pretending I am.)

The sea salt that came with my salt grinder is almost used up (too bad, since I really like that kind, whatever it is), so I started my salt competition today. The competition is Pacific vs. Mediterranean vs. Atlantic. I tried Atlantic first since it's closest. Atlantic is good. (I did not like my special orange Hawaiian salt, by the way. It isn't salty enough.)

Here's my recipe for what I eat for breakfast almost every morning (best breakfast ever):
1) Throw some "old fashioned"-style oatmeal into a bowl that's a lot deeper than it is (otherwise it will boil over when you cook it, making a huge mess). I think I use around a half a cup.
2) Pour in milk so that the oatmeal is just barely covered, or even sticking out a tiny bit on the top (do NOT make the milk deeper than the oatmeal; when the oatmeal is done cooking, the milk should all be absorbed).
3) Cook in the microwave for two minutes on 60% power; the oatmeal should roil up a bit near the end; that proves it's done.
4) Take it out of the microwave and grind sea salt on top of the whole thing. The oatmeal should look slightly dry and flaky, not mushy or milky, but be soft and chewy when you eat it, and remind you of hot soft pretzels!!

Posted at 11:38:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.

I want to be snowed in tomorrow.

Posted at 1:46:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

I said 'bye to all my Rocco "pals" today. More like "I'm out of here!" The golf guy was there, and he seemed rather crushed when I told him it was my last day. I told him about my new fitness club and he said that the skating rink there is where the Olympic figure skating team trains. I don't know if this is true, although lots of skaters do train in Connecticut. I thought it was in Simsbury, though. He also said Oksana Baiul trained there. (I thought that was in Simsbury too. But maybe they train both places.) Anyway, he was impressed. And the "Madmoiselle" lady was in charge of setting my weights up for me, and made more model comments. I told her I'm too short to be a model. I think I figured out that by "model" she just means "skinny," though. Great.

I picked up Strange Foods at the library this afternoon. Sounds perfect for me, doesn't it? And I bought my very own copy of Walk the Line. Speaking of obsessions, we watched the first two episodes of Deadwood Monday and yesterday and I think I'm already obsessed. We'll see. I haven't been obsessed with a TV show in a very long time. (Sol Star instantly reminded me and Dean of Rick, in spades.)

Posted at 5:07:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

"Go Go Liza Jane" is the most perfect song ever.

I noticed that they have at least five different kinds of frozen sea cucumber at A Dong. I didn't buy any of them, since I already have my permanent-freezer-resident cuke. Didn't see any Konowata (aka sea cucumber guts) even though I kind of looked, but that doesn't really mean anything. There are a multitude of things at A Dong that I don't recognise.

The Asian guy (remember him??) was on duty at the Corbins Starbucks! He immediately recognised me and called me by name. (But he didn't make my cappuccino, unfortuantely.) He looked a lot different. How many years has he worked there?? I wonder what The Slack is up to these days.

Posted at 5:32:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Dave Clark green is a great color. Very, very retro. (Even though it's really David Clark.) (I keep calling it Dave Clark for obvious reasons.) Dean and I both think his aviation headset bag looks like it would make a good lunch bag. I asked him if pilots are ever bad and use it as a lunch bag instead of a headset bag, and he said maybe they could use it as a headset bag and lunch bag simultaneously. Then I asked him if a plane sandwich is like a boat sandwich, but decided that a plane sandwich seems like it would be ham (boat sandwich = turkey) (not to be confused with a Band sandwich, which = bologna, of course). I don't know why, but it seems like pilots would be partial to ham.

Posted at 7:22:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.

It's cold today. Cold, cold, COLD. But not as cold as yesterday at the Gs. My feet were freezing all day yesterday. They don't usually, but I just couldn't warm up. Even though I don't think it's too cold in Connecticut, I think I can understand a little bit why my Gs would want to move to North Carolina, especially after my dad mentioned that ever since his heart attack his feet get really cold since his circulation isn't as good. Having cold feet all the time is no fun. And there is a difference between 28 degrees (+ freezing wind, wind, wind) and 38 degrees or however cold it gets in North Carolina. (I, personally, do not think it's too cold in Connecticut, though. In general.)

I bought a new brand of frozen blueberries to try, and it was just as useless as the last. Do blueberry-freezer dudes think blueberries are supposed to be completely devoid of taste? They are like a lump of crunchy cold nothingness. I threw them all away. I don't get it. Where do they even find these blueberries with no flavor? It's pretty mysterious.

Posted at 5:06:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.