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I call this recipe, "My Fridge, She Goes a-Lackin'."
3 eggs
1 tsp brown mustard
1 tbsp Ranch dressing
1 tsp capers
place eggs in water. bring water to a boil; cover, remove pan from heat; let sit for 10 minutes.
shell and mash eggs with remaining ingredients.
really, this wasn't bad. i forgot about the romaine in my fridge, which would have added a nice extra crunch. sigh.
Things I Have Done Recently That Make Me Feel Like a Moron.
*Forgotten to write off all of my ShelterBox activities
*Locked myself out of my house
*Been incapable of solving the Tuesday--TUESDAY!--crossword puzzle
I think that's quite a long enough list for now, thank you.
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Today is the first day in a week that I've felt good enough to make myself a cup of coffee. It's also the first day in about a week since I put in a real workout effort. Since it's such a gorgeous day, I'll be taking Grub out for a spin, finally. I've still got a bit of a cough, but maybe this ride will kick it out for me. Even if I just go out for an hour, it'll be better than nothing, particularly since, oh, hell-o! I'm supposed to ride 60 miles this weekend with the Chicago triathlon club.
Yikes!
Yesterday I got an e-mail from a friend detailing some news about a family member who'd let himself slide into such an alcoholic state that he's in the hospital. The family member is in a fairly rural area, too. This news made me feel really, really lonely for the family member--my friend is a conscientious sort who never forgets to check in, and I don't imagine that the family member has done a really smart thing by isolating himself in both the bad physical and mental state. This, coupled with the nice weather, has reminded me of my own determination to keep my friends close and my days feeling like they're too short.
Here are some photos.
1. April 13th was our last visit to Wisconsin. It rained. I worked on the way up.
2. We visited Jim's grandma!
3. This is her house.
4. And this is the Black River, which runs right behind Grandma's house and straight into Lake Michigan
5. Botched fishbowl on the ride home.
6. Fast-forward to today; Sprocket's "I need to poop, Mom," look.
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this has been a terrifically useless past few days. my brain feels roughly as if it's on the fritz. and my body feels even worse. for the past two weeks jim and i have been trading colds and coughs back and forth, but i think we're finally done with that.
i know there's a fair amount that needs to get done before we ship out of here in a few weeks, but i can't quite wrap my brain around it. for now, i'm content to call it life as usual--you know, Biggest Loser with friends; occasional dinners out; days spent kinda-sorta working on the novel, now that i've wrapped up most of my work projects; looking for writing projects that are more creatively based.
here are the photos.
1. jim and my ginormous head at nacional 27
2. ron finds the LED light they planted in the oysters i ordered
3. the gang
4. lisa and ron. boogie boogie
5. dan and ron, lisa and jim, and the chicago stop.
6. me and jim. swan song shot. and my big head.
7. ron says the chicago station is one of his favorites because of the curve in the track. i'm inclined to agree, but i can't shoot it worth a poopy poop.
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there is a high possibility, now that the weather is nice, that the lakeside path will be crawling with people out for a jog or a walk or whatever.
this pisses me off. all through the long, hard winter, when few people were training, i had the path to myself, and now i have to share.
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...and reasons for it.
A. some people, like my good friend Max, are really good at thinking up titles for their 'blog entries. me, not so much. as is evidenced by my recent novel fiasco, i am shite when it comes to such things. i am cranky over this.
B. allison and i went to a mixer the other night. it was fun, but i had to leave after an hour.
C. i bought two dresses on the way home from KFed's on Thursday. i feel guilty over this. (but the dresses are awesome. full of awesomeness, and they were on Really Big Sale.)
D. I am sick. AGAIN. i am SO TIRED of BEING SICK. i haven't been good since i got back from England, really. it's been on again, off again, and i am worried about the half-Ironman. i cannot turn down chances to see my friends and i cannot turn down work and i especially cannot turn down the idea of working out, so i am SCREWED.
E. I am tired of complaining.
F. I just read "Go Ask Alice" again. being reminded of what it's like to be in high school and feel like you don't fit in isn't fun, either.
G. I realized recently that, when we move, Sprocket and I will not be able to sit on the front stoop and read the paper. that's because there is no front stoop.
H. I have a headache. I will go take some Dayquil, and hopefully that will fix it, and then I will go meet some friends for lunch, on this gorgeous sunny day, and I will be happy.
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1. The flowers that Ailani got me for my last day at the bookstore March 31st are still going! And one is even trying to bloom!
2. Here is a sign of spring.
3. They're adding on to Wrigley Field. No, I don't know why.
4. Jim's parents took us to Moto. Service was for shit. The food tasted incredible, they included one my favorite wheat beers in the beverage pairing, and there was a whimsical, if not entirely contrived and self-indulgent, theme running throughout the food. After having eaten at both Moto and Alinea, I think Alinea is superior, although I really enjoyed both experiences. This photo is of Jim's dad, eating the "Cuban cigar" course: confit of pork and swiss with a little bit of pickle wrapped in a braised kale, with red pepper "embers" and black-and-white-sesame-seed "ashes." See? Self-indulgent. But fun.
5. I saw my high school journalism teacher for drinks afterwards. You don't always grow up to be someone your high school journalism teacher wants to hang with, so I'm curious to see what she thought.
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I never was one for thinking up titles. It's a fact that was brought into sharp, embarrassing focus this past Tuesday, when my novel, which was tentatively titled "A Personal NaNoWriMo," for "National Novel Writing Month," was critiqued by my wonderful writing group.
Three of the four of them said, "What's that mean?" Oops.
It was a really, really nice critique session. I learned a lot from this group, and this session, in particular, has me feeling ever so much better about where my writing is, and the next steps I should take. I think this book, which is still as yet untitled, is in a good place, but I definitely need to slap a title on it and fix more problems before it's ready for submitting.
Probably the best news that came from this group is that we will be going on for quite a bit after my imminent departure from Chicago for New York. Our next two meetings will occur when I'm in town, so that will make me happy. And, although we worried that there wouldn't be enough projects for us to review, it turns out that there are! Hooray! At least I get to hang on to this life for a little while longer.
We went to visit the new apartment in White Plains on Wednesday. We had originally packed our running kit, since we were both hoping to get our one-hour runs in there, take advantage of our new home's proximity to the Bronx River Pathway, but we didn't get any chance to do it at all, as there was so much to do in the new place, just measuring and figuring out where we were going to put everything, and what we were going to have to get rid of.
Fortunately, our storage room is enormous, a solid 13 x 8 feet, so we'll have that room to play with. I'm quite excited, although I'm sad to be leaving here, of course.
The new place has a pool and its own dog park. It faces a gorgeous park in which dogs aren't allowed. There's a shock of elevation in this teeny park, which is only about a third of a mile long and half again as wide, but there are trees and interesting rock formations and even a playground.
I hope we'll find a good community there.
There is a massive downside to the apartment...it's covered in Berber carpet. Yuck. Oh well. We'll just have to put some nice rugs down. Here's a photo of the living room. :)
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decent weekend. great run on saturday with coach nancy and some pals of hers who are doing the mcnaughton ultra this weekend. they did a run-walk and i was pleased for the company. i think run-walk might be the way i'll go during the IM. we'll see...i may try it in the half-IM that we're signed up for, and we'll go based on that for the IM i think.
right. here are some photos.
1. friday night on the sofa with sprocket.
2. saturday night with dan, audrey, and jim. when we got there and opened the menus we found this!!
3. closeup.
4. here is our group photo. my cleavage is teeny; my head is enormous.
5. there was a nice desert for jim.
6. this is what it looked like when i got through with it.
7. dan lists to the left
8. because he drank this.
9. the next day i went to lunch with caroline
10. and we saw this
11. so even though it rained and sleeted all day
12. it was a nice weekend, and felt mostly like this.
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