Here is ZeFrank
cementing the fact that he is like totally my internet husband.
No, really.
ZeFrank: Fredlet’s internet husband since 2004.
43 Things:walk (a part) of the Appalachian Trail
Dear future self,
Actually, I *have* gotten a start on this list item. Mom and I have
plans to go on part of the Appalachian trail in June of 2007.
We’ve talked about this since we both read Bill Bryson’s A Walk in the
Woods and were kinda charmed by it.
We’ve gone hiking before, and while I ate everything I could put my
hands on then (I was in 2nd grade or something) I had a blast, and I think I might even
have more fun this time.
love,
present self, fredlet
———- Forwarded message ———-
From: fredlet – 43 Things
Date: Nov 22, 2006 7:18 AM
Subject: walk (a part) of the Appalachian Trail
To: fredlet
Dear future self,
I’m reminding you about your stated goal on 43 things, to
“walk (a part) of the Appalachian Trail”.
How’s it going?
Sincerely,
Your past self
turkey redux
So, turkey day was fun.
I didn’t actually eat dinner yesterday, but a good day nonetheless.
I woke up about 10 in the morning (a civilized time to wake up). I cooked on and off all day between phone calls (primarily on Skype from my kitchen) and then about 8 pm decided I was really too tired to tie everything together (and I wasn’t hungry as I cooked all day… you know how that works) so I put it all in the fridge to finish up tonight.
Got turned loose early from work and put the cornish game hens in the oven when I got home.
They are juuuuust about ready, too.
Smells good as well. I baste them with garlic butter for the entire time they are in the oven. (its all about the carbs not the fat content at my house.)
Oh and the banana bread was a hit. Well, I’m taking Tex’s word for it since he ate one of the loaves by himself and when I took the last little corner he squeaked.
A good sign when a guy that big squeaks. Unfortunately, he’s a bit sick after that many carbs in one shot.
Sigh.
Children.
It smells damn good in the house right now.
(note to self: remember that banana bread mix is a little too much like snot for my liking. I had this absurd poem from an old greeting card stuck in my head as I worked the loaves:
Don’t kiss your honey
When your nose is runny
You may think its funny
But its snot.
)
So, I have 4 loaves of sour cream banana bread in the oven.
2 with hazelnuts as an after thought (we’ll see if they are awful) and 2 without.
Never made banana bread before, I hope it isn’t a terrible experiment gone awry. This is always a distinct possibility because I tend to liberally edit and make up stuff as I go along. Sometimes to the detriment of the end product, sometimes not. Its really rather a crapshoot to see how things turn out sometimes. I don’t really mind it much, but I think that’s one of the reasons I like cooking alone so much: I don’t have to listen to anyone whine about it being goopy or weird or even somewhat uneven should that happen. And especially I like that I don’t have to watch someone trying to be nice about a failed experiment… sheesh.
Pansies.
Where’s your freaking sense of adventure? Besides, I’ll kick your ass if you annoy me about my cooking.
Hee.
I’m lovable, dammit.
Tomorrow is me and possibly Tex in the afternoon. Here’s what’s on the menu.
- cornish game hens
- corn
- green beans
- squash soup
- mashed new potatos with garlic
- cornbread stuffing
- giblet gravy
- cranberry sauce OUT OF A CAN with the rings
- quinoa with parmesan cheese*
Mom is in Tejas with the maternal family units, the poopers and the cat. We have a Skype call planned with cams all around to have me hang out with the family.
No, I’m fine with being on my own (actually prefer it that way-I am my father’s daughter) and before you get all huffy, yes, I have had several people offer to bring me into their own Turkey Day festivities (which I hope I declined gracefully, I’m betting not though…I wasn’t socialized well as a cub.).
Things will be good.
Hope your turkey day is all good as well. And those of you who email me on a regular basis have my Skype name in the sig file. Feel free to escape the madding crowds and give me a buzz. =)
*yet another experiment, I’ll keep you posted.
A Poll
Hey, I am finding that yesterday’s… Ahem… emotional wig out (I spared you the details. That mood ring analyzer built into my blog entry interface is a life saver!) was not a localized occurrance…
Please let me know if any of you experienced this as well yesterday from somewhere around 2pm PST until later in the evening.
Symptoms include (but may not be limited to):
- loss of mind due to insignificant details
- mooning over emotional wants/unrealistic societal preconceptions
- spontaneous, intense and short-lived (30 minutes or less ) crushes on wildly inappropriate subjects
-putting one or more Jeff Buckley songs on repeat on your iPod or music player of choice.
Thanks,
Dr. Fredlet
Head FreakOut Research Technician
(no really I’m fine.
I’d blame it on PMS and be done with it, because it REALLY felt like it, but I can guaran-damn-tee it wasn’t.
No, I’m not pregnant, see previous sentence. And I know the other person isn’t either.)
Some of Eden’s jewelry
Some of my jewelry
Originally uploaded by edenza.
…all on Harry.
Best. Tag. Evah.
Flickr: xeney’s photos tagged with antelopebutts: “Xeney’s photos / Tags / antelopebutts”
=)
Tuesday is gaming night so we’ve had a Harry Potter fest here tonight (watched #3, watching #4) — shout-out to Fredlet!
barking deer…
The soggy weather has made the mushroom population grow like…um…mushrooms. I’m getting quite the nifty collection of dried fungi. I don’t know what’s edible, doesn’t matter anyway because I’m going to use them as stamps. Paint stamps. I have this roll of gorgeous paper. It’s something like rice paper but not quite that pretty. Anyhow, I thought I could use the dried mushroom stamps on the nice not-rice paper. Use it as wrapping paper, maybe. At double thickness it would be good for picture frame mats. I tried drying the mushrooms directly on the paper, but the impressions didn’t take. The paper is too finished. So stamps it is. Wolf will get a kick out of using mushroom stamps. Especially as he is the one finding all the really cool ones. I won’t let him pick the LSD puffballs. I don’t know if the puffballs have psychotropic qualities on humans, but I tell you what, we get some stoned-ass deer around here. They be tripping on the ’shrooms big time. Me? I find the stoned deer hilarious. I partake of other plant material occasionally to watch the goofy deer and then, of course, everything is a hundred times funnier. Mother Nature provides for all her children. As a good mother should.
What does a stoned deer do, you ask? Well, they wobble. They snort. A stoned deer is ready to take on all challengers and even the females headbutt each other. (And once in a while the lawn tractor. You know how sneaky those lawn tractors are, you don’t want to let one get the drop on you.) The bucks hump the lawn furniture, but they would probably do that anyhow. Best of all, stoned deer bark. Some mornings I’m woken up by deer barking. Way different from Mr Barky the prisoner dog, the deer make an oddly shrill squeal and/or a choked off yarp! noise. It’s awesome to go to the window and see a bunch of deer, most of them listing waaay over to one side, standing in my driveway snarking at each other.
I would miss this if I moved into the city. And I dare say the hallucinating street people in the city would just be sad, not deliciously amusing like the tipsy barking deer.
A wish
So, I tend to cook exactly two times per year.
(I don’t hate cooking, and frankly, I’m good at it… what I don’t like is to spend all the time cooking and cleaning… hence the two times per year thing)
One of those times is coming up on turkey day… or cornish game hen day, in my case.
What I am wishing for right now is a day off to get prepped and finish cleaning the house and generally enjoy prepping for my day on that particular THU.
(Now, here is the disclaimer to the universe, because I of all people know the import of the statement “Be careful what you wish for”)
Dear Universe,
I don’t want this day off to the detriment of my paycheck (you know, not having one anymore, etc) or due to a horrible death of someone or due to my car exploding. If that is the take then I can live without it… But if suddenly they mandate that banks have to close the day before TDay, then I’ll be good with that.
I’m just sayin’….
How I know I have been in the tech industy too long…
I was thinking about all the socks I have to sort in my laundry basket (which made me tired thinking of all the different ones I have to play ‘Concentration’with…) and then I had the brilliant idea of just buying one type of socks and just wearing those…
The problem is that what flashed through my mind is “I should standardize on one type of sock…”
eek.
funny how that works
Matt Groening Quotes – The Quotations Page: “Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.”
This was in my head the other night… and then it was on the web today… in two places.
Here and here.
(then here, but really that’s copycat.)
Mmmm… hive mind.
I think
the combo of me being sick and Turkey day coming up, I am having a nesting urge.
I really want to pillage Ikea.
Sick day.
Yes, I am home. Feeling like crap, thanks very much.
I pretty much just sleep when i’m sick, but otherwise I have been camped in front of one or the other of my computers (I have a laptop ca. 2002 and a newer desktop that acts as my DVD 
player/tv/telephone) playing with Skype and snooping around for interesting presents for xmoose… not to mention drooling over the next addition to the VAIO family reunion I seem to have going on.
Honda’s and Sony’s… they just work for me. (Your mileage may vary.)
Another entry into my Sony-love category is the Mylo. This would be great for international travel; none of that obscene international phone rate stuff and there really are lots of open wifi spots. Even if you had a hotel with a wired internet connection, those little wireless access points are easy to carry.
I like the staying home today.
I don’t like the being sick part.
Lotto please.
This arrived in the mail..
This arrived in the mail..
Originally uploaded by fredlet.
Heh.
Thanks Kramer.
You always know how to crack me up.
