Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
For each question, I've written the "correct" answer, that is, what each of us would answer for ourselves. If the other person guessed something different, that follows in parentheses. So, for example, if my favorite soup were broccoli cheddar, but Miss Chef thought I liked chicken noodle, I'd write this:
Flartus: broccoli cheddar (chicken noodle)
If there are no parentheses, we got it right. I feel kinda dumb having to do an example, but with both of our answers represented, I didn't want it to get confusing!
1. She's sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?
Miss Chef: My Wife and Kids
2. You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does she get on her salad?
Flartus: ranch (vinaigrette)
Miss Chef: ranch
3. What's one food she doesn't like?
Miss Chef: bleu cheese (seafood)
4. You go out to eat and have a drink. What does she order?
Flartus: red wine
Miss Chef: white wine (Miller Lite...I was thinking of bar food)
5. Where did she go to high school?
Flartus: Chardon HS
Miss Chef: Alabama School of Math & Science
6. What size shoe does she wear?
Flartus: 6 1/2 (7 1/2...sometimes, depends on the shoe)
Miss Chef: 10 (9)
7. If she were to collect anything, what would it be? (We both had trouble answering this for ourselves!)
Flartus: Mystery Science Theater 3000 (books)
Miss Chef: bowls (books)
8. What is her favorite type of sandwich?
Flartus: peanut butter & jelly with a slice of bologna (This is the most personal thing I've ever revealed on this blog...please be gentle.)
Miss Chef: roast beef & asiago from Panera
9. What would she eat every day if she could?
Flartus: chicken (pbjb sammidges)
Miss Chef: salad
10. What is her favorite cereal?
Flartus: Special K (Mini Frosted Wheats)
Miss Chef: Lucky Charms (Cheerios)
11. What would she never wear?
Flartus: bikini (thong...close enough)
Miss Chef: dress (heels...my first guess was "slinky dress")
12. What is her favorite sports team?
Flartus: Cleveland Indians
Miss Chef: Atlanta Braves
13. Who did she vote for?
Miss Chef: Obama
14. Who is her best friend?
Flartus: Miss Chef
Miss Chef: Flartus
15. What is something you do that she wishes you wouldn't do?
Miss Chef: crack her knuckles (leave projects unfinished)
16. What is her heritage?
Flartus: Russian, German, French, Irish (Polish...the Russians were there for a coupla generations)
Miss Chef: Hungarian, Italian, German (I missed German)
17. You bake her a cake for his birthday; what kind of cake?
Miss Chef: German chocolate
18. Did she play sports in high school?
Flartus: No, just horseback riding (track...that was middle school)
Miss Chef: volleyball, soccer, swimming, basketball (I missed b'ball)
19. What could she spend hours doing?
Flartus: blogging (watching tv...what?? nah!)
Miss Chef: cooking (reading)
20. What is one unique talent she has?
Flartus: teaching people stuff (hearing everything someone says)
Miss Chef: cooking / seeing both sides of an issue (making sauces)
I only got 10 right, Miss Chef only got 8! Wow...funny thing is, after we'd compared answers, but before I actually tallied the results, I was under the impression that Miss Chef knew me better than I knew her. I wonder why that is? Well, if nothing else, I'm happy to know her favorite cereal! Maybe I can surprise her the next time I go grocery shopping.
Thanks for playing, and as always, feel free to stea...I mean, borrow!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
After dinner, I had a little couples project in mind! Seems everyone's doing the Newlywed Game quiz--Liz, Alix and the Courteous Chihuahua so far. So I printed out the questionnaire and we filled 'em out and compared notes.
But...that's a story for another day! In other words, it'll probably take me some time to type it all in, so I'll post it tomorrow.
In the meantime, there are some leftover pancakes in the freezer with my name on 'em!
Why do these workers not leave, once they realize the conditions? They can't. Their pay is docked for food, lodging, showers and other made-up exaggerated fees, so that at the end of the month they end up owing more money than they've made. The bosses take advantage of their illegal status and ignorance and fear of the law to keep them trapped, working for wages that haven't changed in 30 years.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
STEP 2: Add one more question of my own. (Hmm...there are going to be an awful lot of questions on this thing eventually.)
Jeans, sweatshirt and grampa slippers
My online email, this blog ('cause I can see who's updated theirs in the right margin!) and Facebook
Five boxes of Girl Scout cookies
Everywhere...but I'd start in Paris.
9) Has a celebrity's hair cut ever influenced your own hairstyle?
No, but only because my hair refused to do the Farrah flip.
10) What is your most embarrassing moment?
Farting in the library in high school. Does life get any more embarrassing than adolescence?
11) What was the last movie you watched?
Stranger than Fiction--Emma Thompson is BRILLIANT in it!
Ha ha ha ha! That's what I've had the past 4 days, and now I'm going crazy! Read, nap, blog.
Pay off my & Miss Chef's debts, give some to my parents and our lottery buddy Andrea. Travel, visit family, open Miss Chef's restaurant, and buy a small farmstead.
14) In your opinion, who is the most significant person in history and why?
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
The stations are nicely designed, with motifs reflecting nature and local themes.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
At the moment, there are 14 goats, but many more are on the way! The does aren't due until next month...Miss Chef told me how many are expecting, but I don't remember. Any goat experts care to take a stab at the breed? Miss Chef wasn't big on details. Oh, and you can see some canine members of the herd at the bottom right. Don't know about that breed either, but they sure seem friendly!
Monday, February 9, 2009
77. Broken a bone
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Here's an indication of how unorganized our day was! That pot on the table contains the blueberry plant I gave Miss Chef for Christmas. It was high time we got it in the dirt. In the background, to the left, you can see the bare patch that is our vegetable garden. And, who's that, back there on the right? Why, that's Miss Chef! I had another great picture of her, but she didn't like it, so she'd only let me post this one:
There she is, carefully handweeding the vegetable garden. On the left, between her foot and her hand, you can see a couple of garlic plants coming up. Neither one of us is exactly sure how to grow garlic, but Miss Chef bought some at the farmers' market last fall and used them like onion sets. It seems to be working! Now we just have to figure out how to tell when they're ready...
While she was working on the garden, I cleaned out a flower bed. Most people do this in the fall, clearing all the dead plants and cutting things back for winter. However, we've been having very mild winters here, and I'm not at all used to that. The dianthus never died back, so I just let it hang out. The mint, on the other hand...I tore out as much as I could find, and replanted a tiny six-inch sprout. I'm quite sure we'll still have plenty this summer.
While I was sweeping the patio back into another bed, I found this fragile little cage:
It's the remains of the seed-head from a poppy. Or is it a balloon flower? How shocking that I can't quite remember! Apparently my memory is very seasonal.
Well, we did get the blueberry planted--after discovering yet another humungous fire-ant mound. My northern friends, you may be wishing for warmer climes, but please, please enjoy your lack of fire ants! We haven't found anything that will get rid of them; the best results we've gotten are when they move into someone else's yard. They're as invasive as Bermuda grass, but they bite! And that's why they're called fire ants--owie, owie, owie!
Anyway, we also tore down an old planter box that was collapsing, and we're going to use the sections to make small raised beds, with a couple of lids to cover them. We'll plant greens in those. I don't have pictures of any of that stuff, because I was busy getting my hands dirty. I do, however, have a picture of the yard superintendant.
That's the remaining planter box behind Rosie; you can see how we're just going to lift each section off the other one and repurpose it onto the ground.
Rosie is so very good; our yard is completely open in the back, and down the driveway, and we can generally leave her off the line to wander around. We can even go inside to get a drink or answer the phone, and trust her to stay put. She loves to just watch the world go by. It's only when a cat or rabbit goes by that we have any issues!
So that concludes our first of many days in the backyard. We chatted with our neighbor over the fence about how hard it is to get motivated to do this kind of thing on your own. Her husband recently started a job requiring him to work weekends, and she's now going through the same frustrations Miss Chef and I have been learning to live with. It's never easy, but it did remind me how lucky we are to have one day off together every week. At least, 'til brunch season...
We ended the day with homemade lasagna and the movie No Reservations. A Miss Chef favorite, of course. They did a lot to make the kitchen realistic; she particularly appreciates the use of the walk-in cooler as a conference/therapy room!
Wow, this really was a wonderful weekend. I'm glad I started this blog; it's a great way to look back and remember the good times!
Hope y'all had wonderful weekends, too!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Tangobaby and Liz have both posted this on their blogs, from the Courage Campaign. It is a response to Ken Starr's filing to defend the constitutionality of Prop 8 in California, effectively seeking to force over 18,000 couples to divorce.
I thought it would be a cute little show, but I ended up with tears running down my face. I can just imagine the frustration, after the elation of getting married, to lose that long-sought blessing so quickly.
If you're interested, there is an online petition at the Courage Campaign website--the Supreme Court hearings start March 5.
I wish Miss Chef and I could get married. When we realized that we were going to stay together for the rest of our lives, Miss Chef declared she did not want a wedding. I thought it was some political or religious issue, but it turns out, she just doesn't want to have a bunch of people staring at her! She's a bit of a wallflower; that's why she likes hiding out in the kitchen, I guess.
Anyway, she has agreed that if we ever gain the right to even a civil union, she will go to the courthouse to be joined with me--but only if we have the minimum number of witnesses! (My parents' presence may be negotiable.) So now, like a 14 year-old, I can once again dream about my wedding day. Unlike my 14 year-old self, though, I am not dreaming of an elaborate white dress and pink flowers, in front of the priest I used to be an acolyte with. A shabby civic office with a perfect stranger is in my dream; maybe a white dress, maybe not. No stretch limo to run for, as all my friends and family toss birdseed in my hair; just a walk across a parking lot to my five year-old car, with our witnesses riding in the back seat. And instead of a grand entrance into a hotel ballroom, a first dance, and tossing a bouquet--maybe a backyard barbeque with a cooler full of beer and some pitchers of sangria.
Still...in my dream there are butterflies in my stomach, nervous glances with my soon-to-be spouse, probably a fumble with the vows and some giggling. Still..there is the presence of those who love us, the support of those who matter, and the stunning realization that our lives have just changed. There are toasts and jokes and laughter, hugs and tears and life-long memories. We will eat great food and take lots of photos with our friends and family. We might even throw a bouquet. And if we're really lucky, go on a honeymoon...maybe Hawai'i; that would be fantastic.
Someday, someday...believe it or not, I don't usually spend much time thinking about the issue of same-sex marriage, but, when I do, well...it really hurts.
I don't want to turn this blog into a bully pulpit for my politics, but unfortunately, these politics are interfering with my personal life. And that is the subject of this blog.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Now that's a legacy!
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We got another round of light snow here in the Carolinas, and the whole dang city freaked out again. Schools were closed, as were entire streets. Apparently there was enough black ice on the roads to cause accidents. I, however, did my daily commute without any problems, and saw only teeny patches of iciness that were easy to avoid. I was the only person in my department for the first hour of business. In fact, when I got to the office, I was alone for a good 15 minutes, and was beginning to wonder if I'd been left off the phone tree or something.
In fact, I was disappointed with the snow. Two years ago, we woke up one morning to an inch or so of fairly wet stuff. It was shortly after Rosie had moved in with us, and she had obviously never seen snow before. She was a little leery at first, and needed some reassurance that it wasn't going to bite her. Then she suddenly decided snow was wonderful! You can eat it, romp in it, throw it around, and if your human's around, you can even chase it!
Of course, I had to scrape off my car and head to work, so I didn't get to enjoy the entertainment like Miss Chef did. She was working nights, so she got to play a little. And I've been waiting for a decent snowfall ever since.
I thought maybe today's little bit of white might be enough to get the dog worked up, but I'm afraid she may already be jaded. She trotted out with her monkey, and had a fine time rubbing his raggedy little head into the snow, but didn't seem to care otherwise. She was much more interested in what time breakfast was gonna get served, and trotted straight back to the door when her duty was done.
Oh well. I guess they have to grow up sometime...
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Not patiently, but politely.
These geese are wild, and therefore smarter than the ducks.
So that's it! Thanks for coming along. Sorry, you missed the poop pick up, the multiple scent markings and my and Rosie's wrangling over her propensity to grab, um, "snacks" up from goose territory. But I figured you could do without all that.