these days of leiderhosen

I hate fights. I will do anything to avoid them. The Steven fights nasty. I am going to the basement to do another load of darks and sulk. Anyone else wanna run away from home this evening? Feh! PS: The Therapist has given some stellar advice on arguments, but the Steven has noooo idea what to do when I sling her techniques into action. He is unused to me being reasonable and boooy does it make him mad. And then I burst into tears and it all goes to shit. Michael G: I could just kiss you.

Tom Yum Cashews: How did that ever leave the lab? This snack has the mouth feel of damp gravel mixed with oyster shells and old bamboo clippings. Chewing is unpleasant; swallowing is almost painful and inevitably there is some part that has to be coughed up or spit out. The second item in ingredients: lemongrass. Even if you've had a passing dalliance with this ingredient you probably understand why so little goes a long way as it is highly fibrous; when used to cook with only the very inside light green tender bit is used and the other 98.5% is thrown in stock (then discarded) or best just thrown away. Not here; they've used every twine-like fleck. There is lots and lots of the dry shredded stickery bits in this snack! I'm all for a risky mouthful every once in awhile in the name of TJ Adventures, but Tom Yum Cashews should be avoided.

I am still unsure of this whole Facebook thing. Next it will be pole sitting or marathon dances, so we shall proceed here as usual, Darlings. Oh, how marvelous: a letter writing service . She'll write whatever lyric/poem/transcription you wish or just write a letter to you. Hell, I'd consider subscribing. (In this vein: Has anyone else heard a rumor that the Postal Service is considering cutting down to five days a week? Should we start a spree of postcard-isms?) The list of Twenty-Five Facts has been circulating and for all of you dear readers and writers in the Blogostphere: after reading yours I am convinced that I would love all of you, particularly Mindy who Smells Fantastic. Goutal's Mandragore is possibly one of the best smells ever crammed into a bottle. It smells entirely different but really good on dudes. Dry, but clean sort of old bound book smell? On this list thing itself, I'm stuck: when Number One is a pathological shyness and Number Seven enumerates ...

The two flowering plum trees outside our unimaginably ugly UC building are on the verge of bursting into bloom. There is about two dozen tiny bright pink popcorn explosions all around a tiny bird's nest. Optimism in vegetation. Today's declarations: I... have a meeting today. I hate hate hate meetings. am stalking spinning wheels on craigslist . Esme the Ashford Traveler is so beloved, but she's slow and enough of Knitting group is getting into spinning that I'd love to have one available to them. Secretly, I am craving a Schact and the ability to understand the concept of "spinning from the fold" (don't ask). started The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society last night. Fantastic fun. have been identified by Cat Ladies in line at Safeway as an owner of an elderly cat.Oh God no. am wildly jealous of Mark in Accounting who leaves for his honeymoon in Rome in two weeks. We has a beer last week over my big map of Rome and noted all the churches w...

First, Something Deliciously Funny : "Obama's "version of Single Ladies Excuses: I spun up some deliciousness and tried to photograph the current production. The treehouse is kind of dark and my crap is everywhere. State of Mind: I'm still riding a wave of elation which has very little to do with me. Nevertheless: in this fit of wild optimism, I rushed over to Article Pract (the Local Yarn Store or in knitspeak: LYS) and nipped up a 2 ounces of solid pink silk merino blend to spin. State of Mind, Part II: When checking out with my girlie bag of pink silk, a rather adamant customer was insisting that the salesperson should be able find the time right now to refresh her memory on how to knit and purl. The store was a crowding up and the salesgirl couldn't really afford the time for a private knitting lesson so I volunteered to take over the refresher lesson. Thirty minutes later, the customer was off and running with $60 worth of Elsbeth Lavold silky wool in ...

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Thirteen year old Sara from Japan: