PACKING LIST: 3 days in Hawaii*
Clothes:
periwinkle Columbia skirt
lime green Columbia shorts
black Columbia shorts
white Tshirts
black tshirts
swimsuit
flip flops
tevas
pareo
socks and undies
plane wear (yoga pants, tshirt, sweater, jacket (I do live in San Francisco, you know.))
Things:
Eagle Creek backpack
Kiva foldup bag
Treo/waterproof Treo bag
waterproof Sony camera
waterproof Otter Box for misc (solio, cables, etc.)
Day pack/purse + purse fodder
foldup cooler
book
journal
SPF 9000 sunscreen
snorkle/aquaglasses
laminated fish identifier
sunglasses
Longhorns cap
travel shampoo kit
* No, I won’t be going to Hawaii anytime soon. But, these little lists serve two purposes: 1. to daydream about going to Hawaii and 2. to indulge the strange fetish I have about being able to run off on a whim with only a backpack and a few essentials.
Saturday recap
Man oh man, I woke up CRANKY Saturday.
It sort of got better after I had been caffeinated and fed, but the general apathy of every store clerk in the world continued to irritate the bejeezus out of me all day. They just didn’t give two shits about anyone, that dead fish glaze over their eyes when I asked them a question made me a bit more pissy. And boy am I a sarcastic bitch when that happens.
Once I said loud enough for the relatively small store to hear, “Its a good thing you guys have good prices because I sure as hell don’t come here for the customer service.”
Blink, blink, said the dead fish clerk’s eyes.
Arg.
Anyhoo, the other parts of the day were fine.
We had to walk around a lot due to Tex’s foot condition where the nerve bundles or the weird little bones in his foot migrate to somewhere else (no medico or chiro he’s ever seen has been able to diagnose or fix it) and cause excruciating pain occasionally. We put him in his hiking boots and walk constantly. If he stops using it, he’s useless for a week.
Fine with me. We had coffee to activate the free Tmobile on the Mylo’s, had breakfast at our favorite little dive, snooped around Target (Ralphie bought me a photo album-thanks Ralphie!), Micheal’s (yarn for the Clementine’s and a pattern book), Fry’s for general looksees (found a $30 2G thumb drive that looks like the white candy stick from those Lik-m-Aid’s and a card reader that mom may steal from me), Border’s (to use our rewards credit-total came out to be $.14 and I got one of those nifty page a day calendars with knitting patterns and stitches-I swear now that I have my freakin’ hand back, I will pick up the needles again.) and another Target to keep on walking as well as to find another pair of pants I liked that were on clearance.
We didn’t go to REI because I knew that if I set foot in the store I wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to buy this one jacket in this amazing raspberry color that I totally couldn’t justify (and could only really use a lot in Green Bay freakin’ WI and I already have a proven winner of a coat from last year) but wanted anyway with the insane blind WANT of a two year old. (Does that ever go away totally?)
Not a bad day if I mentally edit the employees out…
I just have to keep myself away from REI now. Its a good thing they don’t have the color I want online.
Dooce: a concurrence of priorities
“She did not want to peek into the living room, no, how about we just lie here in bed all morning and watch TV? And that presented an interesting dilemma, because I totally agreed with her. Let’s do nothing! Who needs presents when you’ve already got a king-size bed that’s one foot away from a television? Let’s take off our pants and scratch our butts! ONLY THING MISSING IS BACON.”
[Dooce]
hi from bucky’s and my mylo!
promo deal with Tmobile and sony when you buy one before the end of the year… pretty much you get the mylo for free :). (pretty well makes up for the barista who isn’t ready for primetime and botched my drink. grr.)
quite recently
a friend asked me if it was pervy to think Dan Radcliffe was a hottie when we are clearly older than he is… I reminded her of a silly little secret of mine (no, i will NOT put it here.) and then gave several supporting evidence of other not-17-year-old females who thought he was quite yummilicius and we both felt a little bit better.
Then I saw that someone found my site by searching for “daniel radcliffe naked” and NOW I feel pervy.
sigh.
I’m pondering
just how retarded I’ll look if I make the arm warmers (a la leg warmers) for the trail. I want to avoid having to take off and put on my pack when I get cold and want to put on a jacket/sweatshirt.
And really the only thing that gets cold on me is my arms.
huh?
Woke up this morning at 5:45am to the windows rattling from the gusts of wind and the cat stomping worriedly around on my head.
I’d have gone back to sleep if I didn’t have to pee.
It also helped that it wasn’t cold in the house… a working radiator is a nice thing in the winter.
Then when I got up it didn’t seem all that unreasonable to be up that early. Clearly, I should’nt make decisions that early.
In my defense I did go in bed about 9:30pm last night and then went to sleep after reading for a bit… 11pm is a pretty early night for me.
After I got up I made coffee and then did a bunch of stuff that I put off last night due to the fact that I was feeling clinically brain dead. Not bad.
I was emailing mom as well and I wondered if she noticed that I was up early, sure enough, she asked why the hell I was up and the also said she booked us for the AT trip in June. =)
I like my mom.
I looked at the calendar last night and realized that my trip to visit mom in Texas is only a little over 2 weeks away. Eek. (I’m almost packed and ready-give me 20 seconds) but it seemed so far away in my tiny little mind.
Lights a fire under me for the March trip I need to organize considering Mercury will be retrograde for most of Feb. I’d better get off of my arse PDQ.
Speaking of getting off of my arse, I put in a recurring reminder in my Google Calendar (with steadily decreasing intervals up until June) of walking 3 miles. I need to make up for the fact that icky poo hand/skin/body made walking absolute hell so I quit for a while this last summer. I’d better start working myself into a shape other than ‘pear’ if I’m going to survive on the AT. I think mom mentioned she was doing the same thing, but I can’t remember if I was dreaming or not. Anything before 10am holds a hallucinatory quality for me.
Fwd: AT Backpack: Intro
kid,
hee hee, we are in! I’ll call her today with the deposit.
-mom
———- Forwarded message ———-
From: Adventure Co.
Date: Dec 27, 2006 8:26 AM
Subject: AT Backpack: Intro
To: fredlet’s mom
Hi fredlet’s mom- we received both of your registrations – how wonderful that you and your daughter are doing this together! There are 2 spaces available and we will reserve the spots for you. If you could call the office at your convenience with a credit card for the deposit then we’ll complete the registration process. if we are not here, please leave a message and a good time to call you back and we will return your call promptly.
We are delighted to welcome you to this great trip.
Happy New Year, fredlet’s mom!
Children should be dressed as animals
as often as possible.
I’d probably never let ones I had even remote control over wear normal clothes, just different animal costumes all the time,
(Yes, they would have a savings account started to cover the therapy.
Chill.)
Cornbread
(I know, any maroon can make cornbread, right?)
*The recipe on my generic cornbread mix calls for cream, eggs and butter. Follow the directions on your to make the consistency correct.
Sauté the onions, celery and corn in butter until they are nice and mushy. I use that satisfy the butter that they call for in the recipe. Mix it all up in the EMPIRE RED KITCHENAID MIXER (no, really) then bake in a well greased cast iron skillet (it looks fancy that way)
Bake according to your recipe on the mix. (Though 300 degrees until just a bit brown on top works as well.)
Portrait of a magnificent dog.
Reject.
Guide dog extraordinaire and has the uncanny ability to find me in Wal-Mart.*
*True story.
Timmy came in from the car and looked down at Reject and said “Find fredlet”. He said “Pfft. Pfft.” Stuck his nose up in the air, sniffed a couple of times then walked Timmy though half the store and then leaned up against my leg when he found me.
hmmm…
Well, it all tasted good, but my new double boiler insert I think is a bit too deep for the pan I have the bain marie in… I separated my hollandaise for the second time in my life… (not a bad track record, once when I was 17, now when I’m 37… I guess the next one is due when I am 57. I suppose I can live with that.) I just started over with the tried and true bowl that I got from mama (its a serving dish, but works perfectly for hollandaise.) and all was well.
Now, Timmy is taking a bit of a nap, Tex is off to visit his mama for xmas day and I am sitting in here with my favorite dog in the world with me in the kitchen while the squash roasts and the cornbread cooks.
We’ll be having the cornish game hems in about 3-4 hours. We might have tea in a bit, but as this is a day of lounging, I’m not really setting any time lines. The roasting time of the hens pretty much sets the only one I have.
=)
Suits me.
