Let's not even dwell on where I've been or why I stopped blogging. I'm ready to look ahead. Things I want to do in the near future:
1. Remind myself how to use a sewing machine.
2. Get an SLR camera. It has been too long since I've taken a good macro shot.
3. Cultivate my various plants, especially the tomatoes.
4. Mail out the final copies of my Christmas newsletter. See there are things I am almost as behind on as blogging.
In my last three minutes of spare time, I want to thank any of you who hung in through this dry spell. Will she be back? Who knows?!
Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Sweet TweetCloud
Thanks to artlung for the tip on TweetCloud. I love how my most used word is "wondering" followed by obvious ones: chocolate and coffee.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Am I Giving Up (Yet)?
" I sometimes feel that I have nothing to say and I want to communicate this." Damien Hirst
After not posting to my blog in months, I started to wonder at which point should I declare it dead? Do you just let it languish a la a tree falling in the forest and all that? It began as a baking blog and I do still bake twice a week or more. I think I'm just more into my non-digital life and if anything Twittering these days. Back to my blogging sabbatical.
/stream of consciousness rambling *
P.S. This post was written weeks ago and I am finally publishing it. Just to clarify before anyone worries I am not** diligently working on my term paper.
P.P.S. Ha! Freudian slip perhaps? I meant to say that I am, although at this exact second, I obviously am not... but I so will be in 20 seconds.
After not posting to my blog in months, I started to wonder at which point should I declare it dead? Do you just let it languish a la a tree falling in the forest and all that? It began as a baking blog and I do still bake twice a week or more. I think I'm just more into my non-digital life and if anything Twittering these days. Back to my blogging sabbatical.
/stream of consciousness rambling *
P.S. This post was written weeks ago and I am finally publishing it. Just to clarify before anyone worries I am not** diligently working on my term paper.
P.P.S. Ha! Freudian slip perhaps? I meant to say that I am, although at this exact second, I obviously am not... but I so will be in 20 seconds.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
OCD Baking Log #412
What have I been up to in between blog entries? It's not very interesting, but I can show you pictures of what I've been doing between what I've been doing - you know the multi of my multitasking. Could be the cold, but I've been baking, cooking and sewing constantly.
Cinnamon Rolls
I baked cookies at a friend's house last week and in reading through cookbooks, trying to be inspired about cookies, I kept coming back to cinnamon roll recipes. I wanted to bake something with yeast. 2 oz or 8 packages of yeast. First I made a sponge:
While the sponge rose, I put massive amounts of flour and sugar together with yolks and butter:
Lots of mixing and kneading later, I produced this ball of dough:
I watched it rise twice, rolled out the dough using my super duper rolling pin and slathered on butter, cinnamon and sugar:
I rolled it tightly and cut it into rolls. Yay, I was almost finished:
Just for fun, I watched the rolls rise AGAIN:
It took a while, but after several minutes the most amazing smell started to emanate from my home:
Finished and iced buns:
Here is the sad postscript... neither the kids nor I really liked them. I did engender much good will from pals at work and from Mr. Green Eyes. I'm looking for a really good cinnamon roll recipe so I can try again!
The six egg whites made wonderful chocolate chip meringue cookies that were gobbled up and loved by all.
Cinnamon Rolls
I baked cookies at a friend's house last week and in reading through cookbooks, trying to be inspired about cookies, I kept coming back to cinnamon roll recipes. I wanted to bake something with yeast. 2 oz or 8 packages of yeast. First I made a sponge:
While the sponge rose, I put massive amounts of flour and sugar together with yolks and butter:
Lots of mixing and kneading later, I produced this ball of dough:
I watched it rise twice, rolled out the dough using my super duper rolling pin and slathered on butter, cinnamon and sugar:
I rolled it tightly and cut it into rolls. Yay, I was almost finished:
Just for fun, I watched the rolls rise AGAIN:
It took a while, but after several minutes the most amazing smell started to emanate from my home:
Finished and iced buns:
Here is the sad postscript... neither the kids nor I really liked them. I did engender much good will from pals at work and from Mr. Green Eyes. I'm looking for a really good cinnamon roll recipe so I can try again!
The six egg whites made wonderful chocolate chip meringue cookies that were gobbled up and loved by all.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Oh Snap! Time to Rethink Parties
There were a few questions that just didn't have the answer I wanted to give, but here it is folks. BTW, xoxox to Steve Forbes:
| Your Political Profile: |
 Overall: 30% Conservative, 70% Liberal Social Issues: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal Personal Responsibility: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal Fiscal Issues: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal Ethics: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal Defense and Crime: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal |
Me Starring Me
Suddenly short online quizzes that generate profound predictions complete with HTML and embedded ads seem so much more fun than trying to figure out if my t-stat is statistically significant. Signs are pointing to yes and hey, check this out since you already read all that:
| The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic |
 Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few. But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky. Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski |
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Bathroom Trappings
It's not a true fixation on bathroom humor, it is honestly just my life. A couple weeks ago, I heard someone talking on a cell phone as I entered the shared bathroom at work. I was disgusted, but it is becoming more and more common these days, so I just took the far stall away from the talker. I contemplated what would have worked to finish the call maybe 18 months ago - a simple pre-emptive flush, but there are bathroom noises and she's not ending the call. As I was pulling out the toilet seat cover, I realized that I could hear both sides of the conversation not because she was loud and her cell phone was cranked up, but because she was relieving herself on speaker phone. I started to feel offended on top of disgusted, but not enough to walk up a floor to the nearest bathroom - plus by this time I was committed - seat cover in hand.
Bathroom-talker got asked where she was and she answered, "On my way to the lot."
I'm thinking, "Liar!!"
Bathroom-talker: Actually, I am in the bathroom on the way to the lot.
Man-friend: Oh?
Bathroom-talker: Ya, I better get going cause I'm on the toilet right now. (In case you're wondering, she was in progress throughout the conversation).
(Me: OMG! but silently. I decide instead of being a victim to voice my displeasure).
Me outloud: Yes, it's pretty weird to talk on speaker phone in a shared bathroom.
Bathroom-talked: Ya, I better go.
Man-friend: I love you!
Bathroom-talker: I love you!
Me: I love you too!
Man-friend: Who was that??
Me: The person a stall over in the bathroom!
Man-friend: Oh, you ARE in the bathroom! Oh my God...
Call ends nicely and abruptly. I finish washing my hands and leave not wanting to know what the person looks like. My work is done in more ways than one.
A FEW DAYS LATER, KARMA?
There isn't much to the possible karmic sequel, except to admit that I almost fulfilled my career dream of being in Lights & Sirens. I always use the bathroom between classes (an artifact of motherhood - go before you need to). I had a hard time getting the metal door latch closed to lock the stall. Note to readers... if this happens to you, do not keep trying. Find a new stall that closes easily. All was well until I tried to leave the stall about 45 seconds later. No joy. Wouldn't budge... not even with my sweater wrapped around the nob and all my large German woman muscles flexing. :-/ I contemplate crawling under the stall door, but it's low. I think I can make it, but I am always larger than I remember and in no way want to germ myself up nor my backpack. It's a new building where the stalls are small and the building would have to be on fire for me to try to crawl out.
I begin to wonder - who do you call when you're stuck on the bathroom at school? Someone in the bathroom? What could they do - the latch is one-sided anyway. I mean really, the police? Coworker? I can't imagine telling either that I am stuck in a stall at Pepper Canyon. My class is starting and I enter pre-panic phase. I decide to will the door open without any specific plan. I was eventually able to free myself (obviously I am blogging about it - what, you thought a sad ending on this one? ;) by pushing the stall walls out far enough so the door could be moved with the lock extended. Go big-boned genes! I am woman! Hear me RAWR as I run to class.
Bathroom-talker got asked where she was and she answered, "On my way to the lot."
I'm thinking, "Liar!!"
Bathroom-talker: Actually, I am in the bathroom on the way to the lot.
Man-friend: Oh?
Bathroom-talker: Ya, I better get going cause I'm on the toilet right now. (In case you're wondering, she was in progress throughout the conversation).
(Me: OMG! but silently. I decide instead of being a victim to voice my displeasure).
Me outloud: Yes, it's pretty weird to talk on speaker phone in a shared bathroom.
Bathroom-talked: Ya, I better go.
Man-friend: I love you!
Bathroom-talker: I love you!
Me: I love you too!
Man-friend: Who was that??
Me: The person a stall over in the bathroom!
Man-friend: Oh, you ARE in the bathroom! Oh my God...
Call ends nicely and abruptly. I finish washing my hands and leave not wanting to know what the person looks like. My work is done in more ways than one.
A FEW DAYS LATER, KARMA?
There isn't much to the possible karmic sequel, except to admit that I almost fulfilled my career dream of being in Lights & Sirens. I always use the bathroom between classes (an artifact of motherhood - go before you need to). I had a hard time getting the metal door latch closed to lock the stall. Note to readers... if this happens to you, do not keep trying. Find a new stall that closes easily. All was well until I tried to leave the stall about 45 seconds later. No joy. Wouldn't budge... not even with my sweater wrapped around the nob and all my large German woman muscles flexing. :-/ I contemplate crawling under the stall door, but it's low. I think I can make it, but I am always larger than I remember and in no way want to germ myself up nor my backpack. It's a new building where the stalls are small and the building would have to be on fire for me to try to crawl out.
I begin to wonder - who do you call when you're stuck on the bathroom at school? Someone in the bathroom? What could they do - the latch is one-sided anyway. I mean really, the police? Coworker? I can't imagine telling either that I am stuck in a stall at Pepper Canyon. My class is starting and I enter pre-panic phase. I decide to will the door open without any specific plan. I was eventually able to free myself (obviously I am blogging about it - what, you thought a sad ending on this one? ;) by pushing the stall walls out far enough so the door could be moved with the lock extended. Go big-boned genes! I am woman! Hear me RAWR as I run to class.
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