makin' breakfast...

Last night I dreamt about bacon and eggs. I woke up and swore I could hear and smell them frying. I couldn't, though. Well, maybe I could, but they weren't frying in MY kitchen...so I got out a frying pan, the eggs, and the bacon, then saw the oreo's on top of my fridge...Oreo's dipped in milk with diet coke to drink is the breakfast of champions, right?

Books

Mikey memed me again, this time I have to write about books. I'm SO SO SO tired, though. This sympathy pregnancy I'm going through is really getting to me. So, I'll try to answer the questions, but, I've been forgetting a lot of stuff lately too, due in part to the tiredness and in part to sympathy-pregnancy-brain, I think, so if I leave a question blank or something, forgive me...

NUMBER OF BOOKS I'VE OWNED:
Own all by myself? Probably not as many as Mike...I got a lot of hand-me-downs...people tend to forget about middle children. Now, though, Mom and Dad love me most, so I do own about 50 cookbooks, most of which I'm currently using to hold up pictures of my drunk friends.

LAST BOOK I READ:
I read a book with Mary yesterday in the check-out line at Wegmans, but I don't know the name of it...it has something to do with animals and there were lots of bright colors. The last Big-Girl book I read was...well...I started a book called Candy Freak. It was really really good and I want to finish it, but now I have cable so I don't read so much. The last book I totally read was called Skin by Roald Dahl. It's a bunch of his short stories. Very very odd, but good.

FIVE BOOKS THAT MEAN A LOT TO ME:
1. The Bible -- I've actually read a lot of it. I had to. For school. And I guess for my eternal salvation, too.

2.My Baby Book -- it's short - hardly any written words and even fewer pictures, but I've gotta love it.

3. The Pink Motel -- I don't know who wrote it, but I can remember Mom reading it to us when we were little.

4. The Way To Cook -- Julia Child is my hero. If she does't explain how to make something in this cookbook, you don't need to know how to do it.

5. Where The Wild Things Are -- It reminds me of Mike.

THREE PEOPLE WHO NOW MUST RIGHT ABOUT BOOKS:
1. Leah
2. Lisa
3. Raissa

Ok, maybe Dad likes the boys. Everyone should go read this:

Pictures of Moosen

It's great. I'm a little jealous.

I'm sorry...or not so much...

Esther got to be a guest poster on Mike's blog while he was in Alaska (I would have been, but he changed his password...I don't know why he doesn't trust me.) One of her posts was about the awful things she'd done to Mike in the past. Well, I decided I should apologize, too, for all the times I was mean to my siblings. So I sat down and opened up this posting page and stared at it. And then got some juice. And then thought, "Oh, yeah, I can say I'm sorry for that time I got a restraining order against Louis...no, wait, that was Bart and Lisa on the Simpsons..." Then I had to pee. Then I thought, "What about the time I plotted to kill...nope, wait, that was Stewie on Family Guy." Then I needed some popcorn. And then I needed more juice. Then I remembered something I knew wasn't from TV. "Remember," I said to myself, "that time we were at the doctors office and we all had to get shots so I went first and pretented it hurt and cried really really hard so Emma would be scared...wait, no, that was Ben, Art, and Emma..."

Then I got bored. So instead of wasting my time trying to come up with something I did as a child to apologize for (which, apparently, there is nothing), I looked at pictures of the trip I took to Cailfornia with Mom and Dad, because I'm their favorite child.
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Hot, hot, hot

So, who loves their job? I love my career, but, at the moment, I don't love my job. You know why? It's SOFA KING HOT in the kitchen. I get to work and walk as slowly as possible to the door, savoring the 90 degree, 98% humidity, because I know that as soon as I walk into the kitchen it's going to be 800 times worse. And it's only June. My candy thermometer broke the other day because it was too hot. A CANDY THERMOMETER. Those things go up to, like, 1000 degrees. I suggested working naked to beat the heat, but there's some problem with a health code and insurance issue, so they make us wear long pants and a thick, long-sleeved coat. And a hat.

Yesterday wasn't as bad, it was only about surface-of-the-sun hot. So we decided that it was cool enough to eat, and we actually made a staff meal for lunch. One of the girls from the office came down to get some of the lunch we had made and said, "It feels so nice and warm down here. It's freezing up in the office with the AC on!" I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or throw a knife at her. I opted to go sit outside in the sun and cool off.

Why, why, WHY do I continue to watch CSI??? I know it's only going to scare me. There's going to be a dead person on it. And then I'm going to think that dead person is in my house, under my bed, or in my bathtub, or in my closet, or under my sink with Emmett. Maybe someday I'll learn...until then, I better go buy some dead person and monster reppellant from Toys R Us...

Why you shouldn't eat too fast.

Have you ever been really busy all day and forgotten to eat, and then when you realized you hadn't eaten you eat so much so fast that you feel sick? Well, this morning I got up early, like 7:45, so I could get to the Race for the Cure by 9 (I was in Colden, and that's really far away from EVERYTHING, which is nice when you want to sleep or hang out outside by Mo's aunt's pool, but not so nice when you have to be in Buffalo by 9...). Anyway, I woke up and rushed to Delaware Park so I didn't get a chance to eat much. I did have a piece of gum, but I don't think there's much nutritional value there...then I got to the Park and all the donuts were gone so I had to settle for 4 apple slices from McDonalds. They had a tent and were handing out apple slices and yoghurt. Nice and healthy, but I wanted a Krispy Kreme. So I walked the 5K (and didn't come in last) drank some water, and went home. I had turned the fans off when I left last night, so it was SOFA KING hot in my apartment I couldn't do anything but sleep until the fans cooled everything down. Then i got up, showered, packed some stuff up for tonight, and left. I realized about 1/2 way down the 400 that I was starving. I mean, I'm not gonna blow away or anything, but I was definitely hungry. So I got to moms house and within 2 minutes ate an avocado, a chocolate cupcake with cream cheese frosting, about a cup of cream cheese frosting, and had a can of diet coke. My sugar is definitely up. But it won't be for long, 'cause I'm about to go vomit...

2 Dead Women?

Sometimes when I get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night I'm scared to walk past the bathtub because I'm afraid there's a dead woman in there, too. Maybe it's Agnes' sister, Levern. What if she reaches out and grabs me when I walk by? I've tried to talk to Agnes about it, but she must be asleep (or dead) because she won't answer...

Nothing New

I really want to post something today but I have nothing to write about. I'll keep thinking...maybe something good will come to me.

All Growns Up

I feel really grown up today. This feeling probably started last night. I got home from a great dinner at Mom and Dad's, which I cooked, and felt kinda like having a bubble bath and a glass of wine. So I did. I lit some candles, opened a bottle of wine, and had a bath. Then I went to bed at 10:30. That made me feel very old...

This morning I was awake early, thanks mostly to the alarm clock of the woman downstairs that could wake the dead people in China, so I went to Bagel Jays and took bagels to Esther's house. Mary, Lisa, Esther, and I packed up all of the baby clothes so she could take them to be washed at Mom's house. Then I came home. This is where I really grew up.

I had about 2 hours before I had to start getting ready for the Bison's game tonight, and I had planned on taking a nap. However I got home and started putting dishes in the dishwasher. Then I cleaned my stove. Then I cleaned my kitchen floor. Then I moved all of the stuff that doesn't belong in my living room into the spare bedroom. And I cleaned the bathroom floor and sink and bathtub and counter. Then I vaccuumed. I vaccuumed the entire apartment. And you know what I learned from vaccuuming? The dead woman AND Emmett move from under the bed when I vaccuum the bedroom...

It's 4:15 am and I'm awake...again. This time it's Emmett's fault, though. Well, I guess I can't really blame the cat. He kept jumping up on my bedside table to get to my glass of water and in the process knocked everything off the table and woke me up. He did this 7 or 8 times before I realized he probably didn't have any water in his bowl, so I got up and walked to the kitchen to fill his water bowl. Now he's sound asleep on my pillow and I'm wide awake listening to my goldfish blow bubbles in his bowl...

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Gotta Love Grandmas

I can say honestly that my grandmothers love me. Most people probably don't think that's a big deal...I mean, who's grandmother doesn't love them? Well, my grandma might love some of her grandchildren, but she sure doesn't like them, and never shows her love. Anyway, she loves me, and she shows it. Not by hugging me all the time or anything, but she talks to me and is normally pretty nice to me. This love isn't just given away or anything, either...I've had to spend hours and hours talking about religion and other fairly boring stuff, as well as doing good deeds like driving to the store and buying Depends. Anyway, last night at Lisa's shower we played a game where there were presents and you could steal them away from people. I stole a paper towel holder away from Katie B., which I really really wanted. I was really excited about it. The very next turn Mimi got to go, and she stole my paper towel holder! I wasn't too upset because I figured she'd give it to me, but nope. She didn't. Why does she hate me? And why does she need a paper towel holder? Does she keep paper towels in her bedroom? I don't think she does...

Worse than that, though, was what Grandma did right after I got there. I went right from work so I was sweaty and smelly, but wearing a skirt and everything so I looked OK. Aunt Gretchen hugged me and told me how great I looked and asked if I had been sick because I had lost so much weight. I said no, I just don't have enough money for food anymore. Aunt Barb was right there and also started commenting on how great I looked. I was basking in their praise when Grandma said, "Well, it's not like she's gonna blow away or anything." Gee, thanks Grandma. I know I'm not tiny, but you don't have to point it out like that.