mousme: A text icon, dark green text on pale green, that reads There is no normal life. There's just life. (No Normal Life)
Yesterday went by in a blur of sleeping, mostly. The lack of sleep for the better part of a week caught up to me, and I slept for a blissful ten and a half hours. Of course, I'd planned to be up early in order to do my shopping and prep for my monthly cooking day with [livejournal.com profile] ai731 , but that was not meant to be. It was 17:00 by the time I awoke, so there was a bit of a mad scramble to get up and dressed and out the door in a reasonable amount of time.

I pulled off the shopping ad prep in pretty good time, overall, though I couldn't find any cilantro for the life of me. Everywhere I went, it was all mislabelled parsley. Sheesh. Still, I was able to get everything else done, and I even left on time this morning, which was a nice accomplishment by my standards. Usually when I have any kind of sleep issues/not enough sleep, it makes it really hard to drag myself out of bed in the morning, which then makes me late for everything.

Cooking Day was, as usual, a resounding success. [livejournal.com profile] ai731 had a vet appointment in the afternoon, and we packed it in shortly before 16:00 so I could drive her there. Unfortunately that means she got stuck with a lot of the dishes. :/ Still, the good news is that her doggie is fine, which is the main thing, and I left with a bagful of noms for the rest of the month.  We chatted about fandom and politics, the good, the bad, and the ugly, as is our wont on cooking day. Really, it's one of my favourite days of the month for the conversation alone. :)

I got home without incident and unpacked the food into the freezer. Tonight I'm heading to bed as early as possible, and tomorrow will be spent cleaning the house until about 15:00, when I have signed up for a write-in with a local meet-up group (the same overall group that held the writing "workshop" the Saturday before last). The goal is to get a leg up on my Capricornucopia script this year, maybe not the night before the event. Ahem. I have to say that I'm not really feeling it this year. Last year barely any of my personal friends showed up—it was mostly my friends' friends, and this year is looking to be much the same. If it's gotten to the point where my friends have come to view this as an event they can easily skip, well, why am I doing it? I'm not doing this for my health—I run it so I can spend my birthday celebration with my friends.

I know it's a little unfair to expect any of my friends to come, but I do anyway, and it's been several years in a row that I've had five or fewer of them turn up. It's not that no one turns up, don't get me wrong, but the number of people coming for me and not one of the other organizers (we're four in total) has been dwindling steadily. I keep threatening to stop every year, and then every year I sort of let myself be talked back into it, but at this point I'm not sure it's worth my energy anymore. I could more easily stay home with Netflix and a slice of ice cream cake and not set myself up to be disappointed year in and year out.

It'll be sad to go out with a whimper rather than a bang, but them's the breaks, I guess.

A Full Day

May. 8th, 2014 09:30 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Bee)
Last night my brain decided that I should stay up and Worry About All The Things™. So I was up until at least after 2:30, which was the last time I remember looking at the clock before falling asleep. The good side to that was that I was awake at midnight when Bean woke up screaming bloody murder because he had to go to the bathroom. He's been getting up almost every night now to pee, and that has resulted in dry diapers in the morning. So we're well on our way to having him be completely diaper-free at this rate. It's very exciting!

Bean was also up promptly at 6:20, and since he came into our room to ask his mother if he could watch television, that was loud enough to wake me as well (mostly because he started whining and then screaming when she said no), although I had set my alarm for 6:30. So I got up then too, much to Bean's befuddlement. He's not used to my getting up at the same time as him and Mama.

We got Bean fed, dressed and out the door on time (three tantrums, four instances of whining and fussing, and two instances of running away and giggling instead of doing what he was told, all in the space of an hour and fifteen minutes), and I set about trying to be productive for the rest of the day.

My first stop was at the bank (though I did call to make an appointment to get my car tires changed, finally). I took the dog with me because he needed the exercise and because he was so excited when he saw me put on my running shoes to go to the bank that I didn't have the heart to tell him that I hadn't planned on taking him with me. So, happy dog was happy. I managed to straighten out the problem of the daycare check that the bank bounced, and was very pleased with the prompt, efficient service I received from the teller. They apologised (sort of), reversed all the charges and covered the fee the daycare will charge for a returned check, no muss, no fuss. If only all my problems were so easily solved.

I got home and cleaned the bathroom, and was about to start on the kitchen when [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter came back from school to wait for the Avon ladies to show up for their 14:30 meeting. As an aside, [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter is starting up her own Avon business again, so if anyone local wants the flyers for the current or future campaigns, by all means look us up! Avon has some really neat stuff, not just makeup and skin care products. You can look it up specifically on Facebook, where I encourage you to at least "like" her page, just in case. Father's Day is just around the corner, and there are all sorts of fun products and swag you can get for a very reasonable price!

Anyway, back to the exciting recounting of my day. :P I did a pretty thorough cleaning of the kitchen while we waited for the Avon ladies (they were well over an hour late due to traffic), including scrubbing down the cabinet under the kitchen sink, which had grown super scungy over the winter. We've been having trouble with ants for a few weeks, and I figured that cleaning things out down there certainly couldn't hurt. We have ant traps set up strategically, but we can't work out where they're coming from, cheeky little buggers. So right now we're mostly engaged in guerrilla warfare against the little formicidae foot soldiers. Ugh. If we knew where they were coming from we'd be able to put down corn starch and have done, but not dice. It's rather frustrating.

I headed out to do some last-minute grocery shopping before the Avon ladies arrived, but everyone was gone by the time I got home again. Despite getting caught in some pretty gnarly traffic I was still able to get dinner in the oven in a timely fashion. I don't think I've ever cleaned and chopped vegetables that fast in my whole life. I made chicken with roasted vegetables and made baked tomatoes as a side dish. Very paleo, I'm sure [livejournal.com profile] fearsclave would approve. ;)

Predictably, Bean's first reaction was: "But me not like that!" He demanded to have macaroni, then demanded "leftover pizza," and was upset when he was not presented with either of those options. I hadn't bothered giving him one of the baked tomatoes, figuring it would be met with shrieks of horror, but when he saw the one I'd given [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter he immediately insisted on having some, spurning the chicken, potatoes, carrots and green pepper already on his plate. After two small servings of tomato he then threw himself on the floor and wailed about being thirsty, and then whined and fussed and kicked at the nearest piece of furniture when he was instructed to eat a bit more before he'd be given more milk. It took some doing, but eventually we got him back into his chair, and after a bit more fussing he ate all his carrots, then tried the chicken and promptly finished that, and even managed a good number of his potatoes.

A pyrrhic victory, but one I'll take nonetheless.

Bean took a bath while I loaded the dishes into the dishwasher and put away the rest of dinner into Tupperware containers. We have enough for at least one other meal, which is nice. The food turned out delicious, if I do say so myself. The chicken was moist, the veggies crisp and savoury (though the carrots were a tad too crunchy for my liking—I'll try cutting them thinner the next time I make this dish).

Although he was wound tighter than a spring factory, Bean actually settled relatively quickly once he was properly in bed (there were a lot of false starts to that), and so we were actually able to start Game of Thrones at a decent hour, and now we're going crazy and watching CSI as well. Two TV shows in the same evening! Unheard of!

Tomorrow it's meant to rain, which will put a damper on my plans to do yard work. I may try to organise my paperwork instead, depending on the weather. I have been very bad about keeping my papers in any kind of semblance of order, and it's my newest May project, to get it all sorted out properly into my filing cabinet. That will definitely help when it comes time to sell the house/do my taxes/that sort of thing. If I have time I'm also going to head to Home Depot. I am determined to get the garden ship-shape this weekend and next weekend so that we can take advantage of it during the summer months.

And now, to finish CSI and pray that I'll actually be able to sleep tonight. Obviously when I mentioned almost wishing for insomnia the other day, I should have been more careful about what I wished for. :P
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Friendly (Ratatouille))
I had dinner yesterday with [livejournal.com profile] guruwench and her "hunny N" as she calls him. I'd forgotten to post last week about my breakfast with her and [livejournal.com profile] le_maistre_e, and was subsequently thwarted for days by my lack of a functioning computer. Still, it was a lovely breakfast, and it served to remind me that I actually have friends who live in this city with whom I can socialise! It was very exciting.

So last night after work I hied myself over there, and proceeded to snorgle all their cats (except for Kira, who was not overly pleased at the new invasive human in her home). N made a delicious jambalaya, [livejournal.com profile] guruwench made an equally delicious berry crumble for dessert, and we spent over four hours talking about cats and geeky things and work and cooking. N has promised me his recipe for jambalaya, and this is very exciting indeed.

After last night's dessert-y indulgence, I am back to the yummy salads I prepared for myself. I discovered this evening, much to my dismay, that my cunning plan of pre-chopping and pre-packing veggies for my snacks is not a great plan. My cucumbers went horrifically mushy. I think it's that I tried putting them all in sandwich bags ahead of time. Next week I'll pre-chop but keep them in Tupperware so they don't, um, disintegrate. :P So right now I'm uncomfortably hungry, because it's not quite dinnertime yet. If I eat my food too early, I'll be hungry later, and being hungry at 03:00 is way worse than being hungry at 21:00.

The plan is to look up some more creative salad recipes for next week. I'm not the type of person to get bored of eating the same thing over and over again, but I think a little variety will do me good, especially in the nutrition department. I want to try new and different and hopefully inexpensive things. Experiment a little. Or a lot. So that'll be on the menu for this weekend (both figuratively and literally!).

I didn't go walking either yesterday or today, partly to give my ankles a break. They have not been overly happy with me for the sudden burst in activity of late. Today's lack of a walk was also partly because of inertia and tiredness and procrastination. I did do those 10 minutes of yoga I've been threatening to do for days, though, so I feel pretty good about that. My conclusion so far is that I am in terrible shape. Even 10 minutes of very basic yoga poses made me work for it, though it was definitely doable. It was a little more difficult because I kept having to move out of position to see the video in order to figure out how I was supposed to be positioned. Practise should help with that, at least. I'm hoping to get to a proper 30-minute routine by the end of the month.

Unfortunately I had some errands to run today, so I wasn't able to do the sleep-until-I-can't-sleep-anymore thing that I try to do on the transition day between day shift and night shift. It's the only time I can really try to make up for the sleep deficit I constantly live with. On a good day when I'm working I can manage my full eight hours. Usually it's closer to six. When I work night shifts I average about five hours of sleep, but it tends to be very broken because my room is very bright and my landlords tend to be very loud when they're home. On my transition day I sleep about 10-11 hours, but that's because I don't sleep before my night shift, so it averages out to about 5 hours a night. I generally get 7-8 hours when I'm home in Montreal, but that's only because I don't get up at the same time as [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter and Bean, who are usually up at 06:00, or whenever Bean decides it's "sunny time." Last week I started getting myself up earlier, but the earliest I managed was 06:20, which was still long after [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter got up (though Bean slept until nearly 07:00 that morning!). So this week I am going to try harder to train myself to get up when it starts getting light out. Hopefully that won't backfire on me when I need to sleep during the day on my night shifts.

Honestly, these days I find myself almost wishing I suffered from insomnia, because at least then I'd get stuff done instead of sleeping. Almost. The thing is, I love sleep a lot. If I could get more of it, I would, but what I need to do is require less of it. All my life I've been the type of person who needs about 9 hours of sleep a night to feel properly rested and be a fully functional human being. These days, though, I need to be the type of person who not only gets by, but thrives on four hours of sleep per night. I've been resisting setting an alarm, because I'm paranoid that it'll go off and wake [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter on the one day that Bean decides to sleep in, but without an alarm I seem to be physically unable to get myself out of bed. I don't suppose anyone has a trick they use to wake themselves without an alarm?

So that's the daily report on me. Riveting, n'est-ce-pas? Now I have to get back to work. Maybe next time I'll tell you all about the new TV shows I've been watching, if you're lucky. ;)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Meer!)
Sorry, been AFK for a few days. Since Sunday, at the very least. It's been a bit of a busy week, what with Easter and Bean having the Gastro That Would Not Go Away, though [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter is the one who ended up dealing with the latter for the better part of the week, as I had to head back to Ottawa for work on Tuesday afternoon. I suppose that, aside from that, it hasn't been much busier than usual, though it felt that way.

Cut for complaining )

Food! And also nutrition! And general health stuff! )
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Dead Baby Possum)
Now that I've committed to staying on with my landlords, people are messaging me about potential new rooms. Of course. Luckily they all sound about as "promising" as the other shitholes I visited last week. So I'm not too torn up about it.

In which Phnee whines about being isolated at work, and also tired. )

The ongoing hair experiment. )

Cooking! And mason jar salads! )

And coffee. )

Cooking

Mar. 9th, 2014 11:00 am
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Skillet)
I miss cooking. I don't get to do it much these days, beyond very simple meals that aren't much beyond boiling water (either literally or metaphorically). Bean automatically dislikes anything I cook (except for that one time he actually liked the shrimp I made, which was a glorious moment for me, let me tell you!), and because I've always tended to cook larger dishes most of what I make ends up uneaten unless I'm the one eating it. So it usually languishes at the back of the freezer until I remember that we have it and pull it out to thaw.

I actually bought myself two exciting books just before Christmas so that I could step up my game, especially with spices. My cooking ranges from "okay" to "pretty good," but I have no real knife skills to speak of and I'd love to be able to produce really delicious meals. I'd also like to learn the basics and theory of cooking, so that I can create my own dishes rather than always having to follow recipes when I want to make something special. Of course, since I have very little time, I haven't been able to do much more than glance at the books. There's no opportunity and very little incentive for me to cook at home. Our freezer(s) still hold a fair bit of stock from our last big cooking day, and at those times the recipes are all pre-established and leave no room at all for creativity. Don't get me wrong, I love our cooking days: they save a lot of time and money and the meals are usually quite tasty. They are a valuable resource for the whole family because we're generally pretty busy and it lets us eat regularly without having to worry about it too much. It does mean that I don't get to cook much by myself, though.

I can't really cook for myself in Ottawa, either. It took me years to build up the current stock of spices and pots and pans and tools we have at home, and a good chunk of that is also from when [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter when we combined our kitchens. All I have in Ottawa are a large pan, a small pan, a large pot and a small pot, and some very basic kitchen tools. Whisk, spatula, serving spoon. I have one knife, a vegetable peeler, a colander and a cutting board. Nothing in my pantry save the very basics (flour, sugar, coffee, tea) and the flavoured syrups I got as a Christmas present.

It feels wasteful to buy new spices since I already have them all at home, not to mention that even if I buy the cheap ones, it's a lot of money to spend on things I already have and am unlikely to use up even if I cook every week for two years. Furthermore, because I only have the use of one cupboard and one shelf in the pantry in the kitchen, I simply don't have room for that, or for more tools. I can't even keep extras in my bedroom because there's no space there, either. It's all rather frustrating.

Maybe if/when I move to a better place I'll be able to cook some more. Maybe bring some more of the pots & pans we don't use from home. I'll have to play it by ear.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (A Little Help From My Friends)
I actually got out of the house today, for reasons other than errands! It's been a while since I saw someone who wasn't [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter, not that her company isn't lovely, of course. I just hadn't seen people apart from coworkers since Capricornucopia, which was three weeks ago. I'm trying to not go for long stretches of time in which I see no one, because otherwise I'll become a complete hermit, which is no good for anyone.

Pretty sure my friend is actually on LJ somewhere, but I don't know his handle. Oops? I'll have to ask him next time I remember. It's probably [livejournal.com profile] bullonir, knowing him... *checks* Yep! I am good. Not that he's updated since 2008, but whatever. Anyway, I drove to his place on the South Shore, we had lunch and then went out for coffee and a cupcake at a local cupcake shop. It was delicious. I should upload the photo here to show you, it was gorgeous on top of being super scrumptious. Anyway.

We had a really nice chat. He's my former shift partner from Montreal, the guy who got me into comic books and Breaking Bad, and to whom I introduced Supernatural and Fringe among other things. We geek out over Avengers and things, but we have a lot in common outside our geeky mutual interests. Like me, he was a temporary employee for a long time (and still is, unfortunately), and he has a young family too, so we share many of the same concerns when it comes to the kids' well-being. We also know what sort of toll working shifts takes on our mental and physical health, and on our romantic relationships, too. It's not easy, living with someone who's not there half the time out of necessity, just as it's not easy to be the person who's absent because of work.

So we had a good, productive chat, as well as delicious food. We got caught up on work things and family things and general gossip. He's also a writer, so we touched briefly on how things were going in that department too. All in all, a really great time, and we have a tentative date for the next time we're both off on a weekday to watch the last episodes of Breaking Bad together, since neither of us has seen it yet.

I was going to run some errands in Vaudreuil on my way home, but after an hour's driving I arrived just in time for rush hour, and I realised that if I tried to head to the Smart Centres I would be stuck in traffic for at least another hour if not more, and that I'd be getting home after dinnertime, which is no good. So errands have been postponed until tomorrow morning, and I have pulled dinner out of the freezer. Well, it'll be dinner supposing I don't get "Me not like it!" as a reaction. Bean has been off his food all week due to being under the weather, which has only strengthened his knee-jerk reaction to refuse any food I put in front of him. He's much better about accepting food that Mama makes, but 90% of what I make gets met with "Me not like that/Me not want that!" He's old enough now, though, that he generally doesn't get presented with other options. When he was sick it was a different story, since it was important to get something in him, but in general dinner is dinner, and we're not a restaurant.

This is one of my weekends at home, but as far as I know there aren't any firm plans. I have a game on Saturday (more people! In less than a week! What is happening?), but apart from that I'm not sure. Next weekend we have friends of mine coming for a quick visit with their daughter, who is about a year younger than Bean, and whom I haven't seen in absolutely forever, so I'm looking forward to that a lot.

So, that's today in a nutshell. A little more exciting than my usual fare, am I right?
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Dead Baby Possum)
I totally intended to make a real update tonight, but it's been a hell of a day. We had the same amount of messages as usual, but every message was accompanied by three or phone phone calls. All of the callers had questions that revolved around the following themes:

Hi, someone said they sent you a message for me. Have you received it yet?

I just sent you a message for $person. Did you get it?

When do you think you'll be getting that message I'm expecting from $person?

Oh, you did receive the message I sent two minutes ago. Great! When will you be passing it on?

That message I sent you five minutes ago? Yeah, I know I didn't mark it as urgent, but I want to know why the intended recipient hasn't received it yet.

As soon as you send the message, can you send me an email to confirm you've sent it? (Note: we don't do this, ever, because it quadruples our workload)


Etc. All. Damn. Day.

By the end of my shift they were dancing on my last misbegotten nerve, and I was only too happy to get the hell out and come back home.

I had a bit of an adventure trying to make instant rice to go with my pineapple teriyaki pork. Apparently I am a rice hipster, and can only cook long-grain or basmati rice. Instant rice is baffling. I managed not to completely ruin it, but sheesh. Dinner turned out okay in spite of it.

I am so tired that my eyes are burning. I will need to call it a night rather than get any more writing done. I'm hoping that the weekend at work will be quiet enough to allow me to get in some more writing. Obviously work needs to come first, but when it's quiet my boss has made it clear that I can pretty much do what I want so long as the work gets done properly and efficiently. He's a really good guy, and very laid-back about things, unlike my previous micro-managing mind-game-playing nightmare of a boss. So that's a win.

More tomorrow. :)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Skillet)
As promised, an entry with pictures of the cooking day. Most of them are behind the cut.

Food pr0n! )
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Chicken Dinner)
It's nearly 9pm and we still have two dishes left to cook. Aie.

We got to a late start this morning, since everyone was bone tired. [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter and I got up at 7:00 instead of the usual 6:00 or 6:30 (though I think she was awake before then), and then Bean had to be prepped for school, breakfast had to be procured, etc. We also had a few items missing for the cooking day from yesterday, which we ended up picking up over the course of the day as needed.

In the category of Phnee Is A Colossal Fuckup, we had a bit of a chicken disaster; i.e. I cooked more of the chicken than I was supposed to cook beforehand. A LOT. Like, we're talking inability to do basic math AND complete lack of reading comprehension on my part. It's as if I read the paper and my brain said: "Nope! We're not doing that!" and did something completely different.

[livejournal.com profile] pdaughter helped me go through the recipes, and we managed to salvage the situation without my having to go out and buy a ton more chicken to get us through the day, but it was a close call, and we still have a bunch of cooked chicken that we need to figure out what to do with.

This is my brain. It is full of metaphorical holes. We had about five different conversations today that went: "We have talked about this before. We agreed on it. You [i.e. me] stood there and nodded your head and told me it was a good idea, and now you have no idea what I'm talking about." So poor [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter is frustrated beyond words, because she doesn't want to treat me like an idiot, but it sort of ends up that way if she assumes I'll forget everything we talk about. I have a doctor's appointment on February 19th, so now it's just a countdown until the day I'll be able to ask a medical professional about this stupid memory/cognitive fuckery. (No, autocorrect, I did NOT mean "fakery," stop changing it!)

Otherwise, today has been super pleasant. I love cooking, even though these marathon sessions are exhausting. If I ever win the lottery, I plan to spend my days writing and cooking and maybe gardening. Possibly knitting occasionally. I also got my car back from the shop, which is awesome. It's so weird to see the GSCVO without the huge dent in her bumper, but I like the look. It's very sleek.

I will have a longer, more detailed food porn post about the cooking day later on, complete with photographs. We're still cooking, though, so that will likely happen tomorrow. Bean is in bed and quiet after a late bedtime (naps really mess with his sleep schedule, alas), and so now we need to put together those last two dishes and stash everything away in various freezers in the house.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (I amaze myself)
... so consider this today's post.

The car has been dropped off at the shop. With any luck, in two days' time, I shall have a bumper that is no longer concave! I am excited. Ever since the summer of 2010 when someone hit my car in a parking lot while I was shopping, I've had a giant dent in the bumper. I never bothered to get it fixed, but after the little fender bender I had in early December I decided that the insurance could handle it this time around.

Today is a day for errands. Groceries, dry cleaning, prep for tomorrow's cooking day, and then a Capricornucopia meeting. I'm also looking forward to the cooking day tomorrow. We haven't had one in many months, and I've always enjoyed them.

Right now I am sore all over. The thaw and subsequent freeze yesterday morning meant that when I went to start my car, I literally spun my wheels. No amount of salt seemed to help, and I spent a good fifteen minutes trying to shove my car out of the icy hole in which it sat. Luckily some good Samaritans stopped by to help me out after that, but it still took two of us to push the car out of the hole while another guy drove. So all my muscles hurt today.

I did get home a little earlier than I anticipated last night, and Bean wasn't asleep yet (thanks to a nap at daycare which wrecked bedtime), so I got to give him a kiss goodnight. He asked me if I'd gotten cupcakes for my birthday, and was very disappointed when I said I hadn't. Then he all but shot out of bed to inform [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter: "Mama! Dah-dee IS want a cupcake for her birthday!" So it appears there will be cupcakes at Capricornucopia. No complaints here. ;)

On that note, it's time for me to get cracking. I've taken painkillers for the muscle aches and the latent headache, and now I'm running a bit behind on my self-imposed timeline for this morning. With any luck my errands will take less time than I planned for, which will get me back on track.

The dog and all the cats are sound asleep. I am jealous.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Go Away)
I am looking at the coming week, and it's making my head spin a little.

Work is making me stay late tomorrow for a 5pm mandatory meeting. I am unreasonably annoyed by this, because even if they are paying me overtime (double time for the first time in my life!), that time is mine and why couldn't they at least schedule it in the morning so as not to mess up my whole day? D:

That means that I won't be home until probably 9:30 or even 10pm, and that annoys me too. For one, I really like being home before Bean's bedtime so I can see him before he has to rush off to daycare the next morning. For another, the temperature is meant to go up tomorrow, and I wanted to get out there and shovel the snow off the back balcony before it freezes again. At 10pm I'm pretty sure it will be too late, though I intend to get out there and try, at the very least.

Tuesday morning I'm bringing in the car to be repaired. I don't know if I mentioned the minor fender-bender in which I was involved on December 4th, but the short version is that I'm getting the bumper replaced on my vehicle. Yay! Ish. The appointment is for just before 8am, so that means I have to be up early (well, for variable definitions of early: compared to waking up at 4am for work, this feels like sleeping in!) in order to get there on time.

The rest of Tuesday will be taken up with errands and grocery shopping and ingredient preparation for a cooking day on Wednesday, and in the evening I'm meeting up with the Capricornucopia boys to talk scripts and get this year's show on the road. That means another late-ish night, and likely another night of not being there for Bean's bedtime, which sucks but can't be helped. Capricornucopia is once a year, and that time of year is necessarily busier as a result. Besides, it's always so much fun when it all comes together that it's well worth it.

Wednesday is the big cooking day that [livejournal.com profile] pdaughter and I have planned for the month. Last year we had a few very successful cooking days, using the menus from Once A Month Meals, formerly known as Once A Month Mom. The idea is to do enough freezer cooking to last an entire month. It's no longer free, alas, but we signed up for a month and are busily downloading as many of the menus and recipes as we can, and Wednesday will be our first trial run with us both living in the same house. Beforehand it was always a little complicated because we had to work out transportation and Bean-wrangling, among other things. Wednesday, though, Bean will be at daycare most of the day, so we'll be able to get a lot done without worrying that he's swinging from the chandeliers somewhere. ;) Or, more accurately, coming into the kitchen to try to "help," which more often than not includes shoving his hands between the produce I'm chopping and the extremely sharp knife I'm wielding. /o\

Then Thursday it'll be time to do my weekly cleaning of the kitchen and bathroom, do some laundry, then turn around and head back to Ottawa. Busy-busy-busy.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Politics)
1- Election is over. Dear rest of the world, don't worry, this was not, as your news outlets keep saying, "a decisive victory for the nationalists." It's a minority government, and the popular vote was split three ways equally among the main contenders. At best, it's a rejection of the status quo, of a government which was becoming weighted down by scandals and a spectacularly mismanaged student strike.

Carry on, the world is not ending. I predict another election in 18 months or less.

2- Work has ben insane. Last week was a 72-hour week and I am still trying to recover. *falls over*

3- The house is a disaster, mostly due to point 2. I am slowly working on this, but it's been a bit of a slog. I've been cooking & freezing my meals, but it's a big undertaking and doesn't exactly help with keeping things tidy. Plus, because I'm so tired it means everything is taking twice as long to accomplish.

4- Paying extra close attention to my finances is paying off. I'm not rolling in money, but everything is getting handled, slowly but surely. If all goes well, I'll be out of the immediate woods in about 6 months. So, yay for that.

5- The cats and dog are doing well, too, for those of you who were wondering. They pine for the days when I was on vacation, though, and stare at me mournfully whenever I leave for work. ;)

Sick Day

Dec. 28th, 2010 10:09 am
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (All Bendy)
I'm off work, but I'm sick, yet again. This time it's in the form of a cold, which was really nasty over the weekend and is insisting on lingering far past its welcome. This poor health kick can stop anytime it wants, really.

So today the plan is to stay home and curl up in my bed. I may do some writing, too.

I will also be making soup, and cooking a chicken that will otherwise go to waste. The cold got me up at 4:00 this morning, and although I tried valiantly to go back to sleep, it didn't work, so I puttered around all morning and tidied.

The exciting point of my day, to give you an idea, was switching out the cat litter for something less expensive. The cats seem okay with it so far.

I am watching the new Hawaii 5-0, and enjoying it a lot more than I thought I would. It's a lot of fun, and I very much like the actors in it, so it's an all-around win. :)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Doesn't mean what you think)
Y'know, I've noticed that what few entries I've posted lately have all sounded as though I'm horribly, horribly depressed.

I'm not, for the record. :)

There's just not much going on in my life. I've settled into a pretty quiet, not-very-social routine. I go to work, I cuddle the cats, watch DVDs, drag myself to the gym. Apart from that, I haven't had much energy to do anything else.

I actually cooked last night, for the first time in a while. I've been a bad camper since before Christmas, keeping the food-from-scratch thing to a minimum. I've been at the very least trying to keep the pre-made foods to a minimum also, but that essentially means I've been surviving on omelets and pasta, with the occasional real food thrown in after spending a day cooking with [livejournal.com profile] luvenditti.

So now I'm going to try to get back on the bandwagon in earnest. Easier said than done, but I'm going to give it the good ol' college try.

I have errands to run today, including taking Gretzky back to the vet for her two-week checkup. She's pretty much fine now, although whatever infection she's got going in her eye hasn't entirely cleared up. I'm guessing the vet will want to continue with the eye drops —much to Gretzky's disgust. She is not a fan of eye drops, and wriggles like a mad wriggling thing whenever I try to apply them. Since we've been doing this for two weeks —three times a day at first, now twice— she's come to view my ministrations with a weary resignation.

Then it's other, more boring errands, tidying up, and tomorrow it's back to work. Fun times.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (G'quon)
I am taking a page from [livejournal.com profile] owldaughter's book and writing a weekend round-up. It'll be easier than going back and writing individual entries.

Friday

After work I headed out to pick up my costume for Sunday's party. I got a car from Communauto, went to Laurier st., got the costume (lost my little paper, but they were nice and understanding) and drove back to get my dry cleaning...

...

... only to realize that I left my wallet on the counter of the costume shop across town. There was swearing. Lots and lots of swearing. It was 17:00, right in the middle of rush hour on a Friday afternoon, and I think I may have aged five years from sheer stress. I lucked out: they found and kept my wallet for me, and on my way out I met my old friend B, whom I hadn't seen in a very long time. So, bonus. I even managed to pick up my dry cleaning with five minutes to spare before the place closed.

After that I hied myself to the Parental Units' for dinner, where W., the mother of my childhood friends, had also been invited. We had a very nice time, although W. was in fine form, which meant I had to run interference for most of the evening because she seriously gets on my father's very last nerve. Damages his calm something fierce.

Went home and collapsed, after watching a couple of DVDs.

Saturday

Awoke on Saturday morning, feeling god-awfully tired and wondering what god I had angered that I would feel that tired after sleeping for so long. Then I saw that it was 10:00 and that I was LATE. So I jumped out of bed in a complete flap and made a beeline for the phone to call [livejournal.com profile] luvenditti to let her know I'd overslept and was going to be late. She answered the phone and sounded bemused, but agreed to meet me a bit later than we'd planned. She called back about three minutes later to see what the hell was wrong with me, and by then I had figured out that I wasn't late, but that my alarm clock was poorly set.

Not a great start to the day, but things improved swiftly after that. Saturday was a cooking day with Lu. I am not allowed to discuss much of what we cooked, because it is part of the Soopar Seekrit Menu for her next dinner party, but let me tell you it was SINFULLY DIVINE, OH GOD.

We also made stew and meatloaf and pizza. So. Much. Food. In between bouts of cooking we also watched part of the latest episode of Glee (meh), Eastwick (cute) and The Mentalist (so much love).

After the day of cooking we called it an early night. Turns out spending all day cooking is tiring. I went home, watched a few episodes of Supernatural, and then turned in for the night.

Sunday

I got up early-ish to do a minimal amount of tidying before [livejournal.com profile] tcaptain and [livejournal.com profile] maya_banana came for breakfast, and then realized belatedly that I had nothing for her to drink, since she can't have tea or coffee. One hasty phone call later, and they agreed to pick up some orange juice. They arrived resplendent in their costumes, and we set to breakfast with enthusiasm.

Breakfast was not a success. I was off-beat the entire time, and managed to burn the pancakes and came rather too close to setting fire to my kitchen for my own comfort. Luckily they were very understanding with me, and the bacon turned out delicious, so it wasn't a total waste.

[livejournal.com profile] maya_banana helped me get into my costume, since it's one of those Victorian dealies that hooks together in the back, and once I was all put together (photos will be forthcoming as soon as people who took them send them to me, I promise!), we headed out to Hurley's, where the murder-mystery Blood, Sweat and Gears was taking place.

I had a blast. I was playing Priscilla "Prissy" Swinton, who was invited to this scientific exhibit along with her husband Dunstable. The guy playing my husband never showed, but it turned out not to matter. I decided that Prissy was an amiable twit, and so I wandered around being insipid and saying stupid things in the loudest, most fatuous fake British accent I could muster. I *broke* people. Repeatedly. My rule of thumb was to think of the most inane thing to say at any given moment, and then to say that. It worked like a charm.

By the end of the evening I was exhausted. I have no idea how the people running the show managed, because it felt as though I had been there for ten hours instead of four. It was a great time, though, and I understand that there will likely be repeat performances in the future.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Baker's 12)
I have filled a large pot with rhubarb, and I barely made a dent in my supply. Methinks this might take longer than I thought...

Oops.

Oh well, at least I can get other stuff done while it cooks. I also snagged myself some corn on the cob for lunch. Yum.

:::ETA:::

Dammit, I burnt some of it by mistake. Ergh. I hope it still tastes okay...
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Pooh & Piglet at Sunset)
Unfortunately, the Scots are still here, so no updates for now. I'm having a great time, though, and I'll miss them terribly when they're gone.

I made them their first lobster ever tonight, in a court-bouillon. Very successful lobster, if I do say so myself. Then we had pastries from Le Pain Doré, and tea, and watched three episodes of "Escape to River Cottage" which they thoughtfully burned for me and brought over from the UK.

Life is awesome, and now I must go collapse into bed.

Whew.

Aug. 5th, 2009 10:41 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Pooh on stairs)
[livejournal.com profile] mangafairy and G (who has no LJ) arrived safe and sound last night. Their plane was even four minutes early! It was very exciting. :)

Given that we were all falling over with exhaustion, we made our way home with only a quick pit stop to buy some juice and some extra fruit (you can never have too much fruit), and arrived here in time to collapse in various heaps about the place. I made a chicken curry with spaghetti which was well-received, and then after a bit of chit-chat we all passed out for the night.

The morning started out quietly with a nice breakfast of fruit, cereal and croissants, and I was amused that none of us had the same thing to drink: I had coffee, [livejournal.com profile] mangafairy had tea, and G had hot chocolate (a Brit who doesn't drink tea!). We headed out to the ecomuseum where we met up with [livejournal.com profile] joane and [livejournal.com profile] shenlo and their gorgeous tadpole Jenny. [livejournal.com profile] shenlo's parents were there as well, and we spent a lovely couple of hours exploring the wildlife preserve.

Upon returning home I harvested some lettuce from the garden and made a salad for lunch (sadly all the other veggies were store-bought), and then [livejournal.com profile] mangafairy and G went on an explore of downtown Montreal while I went to the gym (I am attempting to be disciplined about this). They were very sweet and bought me a small box of Godiva chocolates. All that work at the gym! *sigh* ;)

We arrived back in plenty of time to greet [livejournal.com profile] jonofthewired, who managed to make his way here by public transit after his train arrived. After introductions were made all around, I settled everyone in with a small platter of fresh veggies and some ranch dip, which is apparently unknown in the UK, so G was quite impressed with it. I harvested some basil from the garden and made pesto, which I mixed into some linguini and then added a bunch of steamed broccoli, just to make sure the guests got enough vegetables into them.

Everyone has gone to bed already, and I am headed that way myself. [livejournal.com profile] joane and [livejournal.com profile] shenlo will be arriving in the morning, and once we've had a restorative cup of coffee (or whatever), we will be traipsing off to WorldCon to register and begin attending the panels and events that have caught our eye already. Very exciting!

I hope everyone is having a good week. I won't be around much to read or comment until next Wednesday, I wouldn't think, but I'll try to post regular-ish updates. I forgot my camera today, or there would be photographic evidence of all that's been going on.

Good night!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (That went well)
I had an epic battle to the pain with the chicken I wanted to roast today.

1- Burnt the rice for the stuffing.
2- Cut open my finger cutting up bits & pieces for the stuffing.
3- Nearly dropped the chicken.
4- Got tackled by four cats all wanting the chicken for themselves.
5- Put the chicken in the oven but forgot to stuff it.

The chicken is now roasting, but egads! Cooking shouldn't be this strenuous. :P

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