For some reason, I started writing this blog, and I had Neil Diamonds voice singing in my head "hello, again, hello". Why you ask? Because last night I caught up with two old friends, Elizabeth and an old eating haunt of ours East Wind.
We got there at 6:30 and talked and ate and ate and talked and pracically closed the place down. It was good!!
We started out with an Acacia pinot noir and an order of their tropical spring rolls. I think it must be the mango and the crabmeat together. I'm not sure, but something in those rolls just makes me a very happy girl. Its got to be the mango.
Then I treated myself to the fried shrimp crepes. I just love these. They are pretty good at Mai's, but they are heaven at East Wind. Not too fried. With a nice side of lettuce and cilantro and a big bowl of fish sauce. I'm just a mess when I eat these. I never wrap the lettuce around the crunchy crepe tight enough, and I get fish sauce all over my hands (and face), but once I actually get the food into my mouth, its just good stuff!!
And you couldn't beat the conversation.
Ah East Wind, even though I don't visit you often, I do think about you fondly.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Newton's Third Law
"To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction"
I am a firm believer in doing exactly what you want to do. I have no issue with that. I do what I want to do all the time. But, being who I am, one of the most responsible people that everyone knows, I always weigh the consequences before I dive headlong into the abyss. I usually know in the back of my mind what might happen, and I have accepted the outcomes.
A couple of weeks ago, I stood out on the edge of the diving board and looked down. I bounced a couple of times up and down. I wasn't sure about what I was taking on, but I decided in the end that this was what I needed to do. And as I jumped off and folded myself into the pike position, I internally braced myself for the cold water.
(sorry, going through some crap. i promise to get back to funny or food or funny food tomorrow)
I am a firm believer in doing exactly what you want to do. I have no issue with that. I do what I want to do all the time. But, being who I am, one of the most responsible people that everyone knows, I always weigh the consequences before I dive headlong into the abyss. I usually know in the back of my mind what might happen, and I have accepted the outcomes.
A couple of weeks ago, I stood out on the edge of the diving board and looked down. I bounced a couple of times up and down. I wasn't sure about what I was taking on, but I decided in the end that this was what I needed to do. And as I jumped off and folded myself into the pike position, I internally braced myself for the cold water.
(sorry, going through some crap. i promise to get back to funny or food or funny food tomorrow)
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
My therapist
I have a trainer. Her name is Mimi. Once a week we meet up and workout for an hour. Even though my body aches for a day after, I look forward to my visit with her. I realized yesterday that one big reason is that for one hour a week I get to talk exclusively about "me".
She constantly asks me odd questions to get the conversation started. I know she does this to get my mind off the 40 pounds of weights she has on my shoulders while I'm squatting. But really, its nice.
Usually the conversation starts at one place and slowly over time it veres this way and that, and by the end of the hour I'm sweating, I'm out of breath, and I just feel good.
Yesterday's conversation started out very simply. I think I just walked out of the locker room, found her by the sign in desk, and said "Mimi, I appear to be mean to people these days. I'm just warning you,", and we went from there. At the end of the hour, I was feeling very zen.
I guess in a way, she is my therapist. Once a week, I get a real full body and mind workout. Maybe I should try to file a claim with my medical insurance and put her as an out of network clinician. It could work?
She constantly asks me odd questions to get the conversation started. I know she does this to get my mind off the 40 pounds of weights she has on my shoulders while I'm squatting. But really, its nice.
Usually the conversation starts at one place and slowly over time it veres this way and that, and by the end of the hour I'm sweating, I'm out of breath, and I just feel good.
Yesterday's conversation started out very simply. I think I just walked out of the locker room, found her by the sign in desk, and said "Mimi, I appear to be mean to people these days. I'm just warning you,", and we went from there. At the end of the hour, I was feeling very zen.
I guess in a way, she is my therapist. Once a week, I get a real full body and mind workout. Maybe I should try to file a claim with my medical insurance and put her as an out of network clinician. It could work?
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Concious Objector
When I was a young child, Halloween was about being scared and eating candy. It was this lovely night where you got to dress up as something fun and eat candy.
Somehow in the last 10 years, Halloween has morphed into "sexy Halloween", the night when all women over the age of 14 dress up like whores and eat candy. NO no no! I'm not having it anymore.
About two weeks ago, I decided I was going to be a Bee for halloween. I wanted to be a cute, fuzzy bumble bee. So, I went online. I thought I would get on the ball and order early. Well, what did I find online. 400 stripper outfits. Seriously, if you want to be a Bee for Halloween, just wear a yello bikini and a black tutu and your set.
Boo! I say Boo!
Down with sexy Halloween. I'm dressing as something scary and I'm gonna eat some candy!
Somehow in the last 10 years, Halloween has morphed into "sexy Halloween", the night when all women over the age of 14 dress up like whores and eat candy. NO no no! I'm not having it anymore.
About two weeks ago, I decided I was going to be a Bee for halloween. I wanted to be a cute, fuzzy bumble bee. So, I went online. I thought I would get on the ball and order early. Well, what did I find online. 400 stripper outfits. Seriously, if you want to be a Bee for Halloween, just wear a yello bikini and a black tutu and your set.
Boo! I say Boo!
Down with sexy Halloween. I'm dressing as something scary and I'm gonna eat some candy!
Monday, October 27, 2008
Yes Julie I have a roommate
The other day I sent out an email with questions for my roommate, and about 5 minutes later I got a message back from Julie saying "you have a roommate?". I guess I've kind of been lax in getting out the news. You know I've kind of been stressed a bit lately and traveling.
So yes, for the first time in 3 years, I have a roommate. Just took in a friend for a spell. I have to say she is very clean and she cooks. Its actually interesting. I will come home and the house will smell like food. Its a really good smell. And I will open the fridge and there is the food. Usually all my fridge has in it is cheese and moldy veggies I keep saying I'm going to eat. Now, there is left overs.
And she doesn't cook just normal stuff. She cooks interesting stuff. I ate okra yesterday. I haven't eaten okra in years. Ok, that is kind of a lie. I've eaten fried okra, but I have a feeling that when they deep fry it, it losses some of its nutritional value. So, even though its greenish, its still a french fry. But yesterday, I ate it non-fried, and it was good.
Maybe the two of us will learn something from each other. I thinking already I've learnt my first lesson. Just because its a vegeatable does not mean you will gag when you eat it.
So yes, for the first time in 3 years, I have a roommate. Just took in a friend for a spell. I have to say she is very clean and she cooks. Its actually interesting. I will come home and the house will smell like food. Its a really good smell. And I will open the fridge and there is the food. Usually all my fridge has in it is cheese and moldy veggies I keep saying I'm going to eat. Now, there is left overs.
And she doesn't cook just normal stuff. She cooks interesting stuff. I ate okra yesterday. I haven't eaten okra in years. Ok, that is kind of a lie. I've eaten fried okra, but I have a feeling that when they deep fry it, it losses some of its nutritional value. So, even though its greenish, its still a french fry. But yesterday, I ate it non-fried, and it was good.
Maybe the two of us will learn something from each other. I thinking already I've learnt my first lesson. Just because its a vegeatable does not mean you will gag when you eat it.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Way to give me a complex
This morning, I went to a new doctor. I was not in love with my old PCP, and I thought it was time for a change. Also, I need vaccinations before I run off to Vietnam in February. This was probably the best time to go.
Everything was going ok until it was time to actually take a look at me.
1) I produce obnoxious amounts of ear wax. This was pointed out to me when she went in to look at them. She then proceeded to spend 5 minutes sticking this thing in my ear trying to clean them out. She gave me advice on shampooing my ears regularly. At the end, she said there appeared to be some redness in there. Ok, do you not think that was related to you spending 5 minutes mining for gold in there?
2) I have chicken pox scars on my back. She pointed them out when she was looking at my spine. I said I had small scars where some moles were removed. She said no these were different. Ok.
So, now I'm thinking I have some weird ear wax disease and an ugly back. Don't know why I went to the doctor.
Ok, time to Cher up for the company Halloween party. Wish me luck!
Everything was going ok until it was time to actually take a look at me.
1) I produce obnoxious amounts of ear wax. This was pointed out to me when she went in to look at them. She then proceeded to spend 5 minutes sticking this thing in my ear trying to clean them out. She gave me advice on shampooing my ears regularly. At the end, she said there appeared to be some redness in there. Ok, do you not think that was related to you spending 5 minutes mining for gold in there?
2) I have chicken pox scars on my back. She pointed them out when she was looking at my spine. I said I had small scars where some moles were removed. She said no these were different. Ok.
So, now I'm thinking I have some weird ear wax disease and an ugly back. Don't know why I went to the doctor.
Ok, time to Cher up for the company Halloween party. Wish me luck!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Just the medicine
"My weaknesses have always been food and men, in that order"
Dolly Parton
I really love Dolly Parton. She came in concert, and I tried to beg, borrow, and steal myself a ticket, but alas, she has many who love her and a ticket was impossible to come by.
Anyway, the past couple of weeks have been hard. The house got robbed, I took in a roommate, and all my clients projects seemed to be due in one week. Last night when I got off the plane, I was shaking. I think sometimes life gets to be too much, and I won't back off, so my physical body decides to head up a revolt. That happened two years ago. My body decided to give me mono. That sure was a wake up call.
Last night, I could tell I was on bad ground. I needed to check work email and go back to the house, but instead, I decided to meet up an old friend for drinks at Mi Cocina, and it did the trick.
I'm not a huge Mi Cocina fan. I think the fajita meat is impossible to chew. I think the nachos are very bland. And I think they put too much liquor in their drinks so that you don't notice the other issues I have stated above, but the company was nice. It was stupid fun. Just having margaritas and bland nachos and shooting the breeze.
People get at me about my food obsession. Honestly, I have grown to love food because some of my happiest times were spent around a table with people. I have decided to cook more at home. I am experimenting with lasagna on my friend Alec and his kids next weekend. Ok maybe I shouldn't experiment when I'm feeding four children. Maybe I should just stick to old fashioned sausage. But I thought the recipe I found for chicken and gouda sounded too good to pass up. Thoughts?
Dolly Parton
I really love Dolly Parton. She came in concert, and I tried to beg, borrow, and steal myself a ticket, but alas, she has many who love her and a ticket was impossible to come by.
Anyway, the past couple of weeks have been hard. The house got robbed, I took in a roommate, and all my clients projects seemed to be due in one week. Last night when I got off the plane, I was shaking. I think sometimes life gets to be too much, and I won't back off, so my physical body decides to head up a revolt. That happened two years ago. My body decided to give me mono. That sure was a wake up call.
Last night, I could tell I was on bad ground. I needed to check work email and go back to the house, but instead, I decided to meet up an old friend for drinks at Mi Cocina, and it did the trick.
I'm not a huge Mi Cocina fan. I think the fajita meat is impossible to chew. I think the nachos are very bland. And I think they put too much liquor in their drinks so that you don't notice the other issues I have stated above, but the company was nice. It was stupid fun. Just having margaritas and bland nachos and shooting the breeze.
People get at me about my food obsession. Honestly, I have grown to love food because some of my happiest times were spent around a table with people. I have decided to cook more at home. I am experimenting with lasagna on my friend Alec and his kids next weekend. Ok maybe I shouldn't experiment when I'm feeding four children. Maybe I should just stick to old fashioned sausage. But I thought the recipe I found for chicken and gouda sounded too good to pass up. Thoughts?
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