Let it be released from the mind

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Sweet Dreams are made of these

In the last few hours of sleep this morning I had one dream on the brain--hard-boiled eggs. Unless they're deviled, or in egg salad, I'm not a huge fan of boiled eggs. But at 6:00 AM, I definitely am. I'm already forgetting, but I remember cracking it and peeling away the shell.

My wildest desires are shown to me then.

"I'm the 12th Man."

"Nuh-uh. I'm the 12th Man"

"Nuh-uh. I'm the 12th Man"

(This is a titillating re-enactment of two major entities, Texas A&M and the Seattle Seahawks, fighting over a concept.)

Monday, January 30, 2006

Sweet Carnitas love


Buy a $5 GC and get bring back your receipt on the 12th, 13th or 14th to get a free burrito.

Well done, chap, well done

I never thought an excellent wedding could be put together in just 2 months, but in can! Congratulations to James and Brianna for a beautiful wedding event in Baltimore. It would've been nice if I could have had more pictures with the fronts of their faces, rather than them sucking each other's faces. But, you get the point. Well, actually, the point I was trying to infer was make-out city...but take that as passionate love.

The crew of Fort Chode was vogue-ing as usual. It's the music pumping that will give you life. You're a superstar, yes, that's what you are. You know it.

Oh, and I suck at "Super Shot" and Daniel is the worst jockey ever. But we have another 42,378 points at ESPN Zone to practice.

Friday, January 27, 2006


Well, the day has come. The infamous James is getting married. I look forward to a grand party this weekend, and wish James and Bri all the happiness in the world.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Rock me Amadeus

Happy friggin' birthday, Wolfgang. You're 250, you old fart. Momma's coming home soon.

And since the fun website that F-dawg mentioned to me doesn't go back to 1756, this will have to do. What was playing on every radio station when Mozart was...200..."Memories are Made of This" by Dean Martin in the U.S. and "Sixteen Tons" by Tennessee Ernie Ford in the UK.

Those crazy Brits!


I don't know...perhaps I have really hot hands...

They say M&M's melt in your mouth, not in your hand. I'm thinking they're lying Communists.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

poor pup

I realized how evil I was as I drove to work this morning. At 8 o'clock in the morning I have set a chicken to roast all day in a crockpot on the counter. Poor Laika-girl will be drowned in her own drool by the time I return.

Monday, January 23, 2006

fatty fatty 2 x 4

Well, for the first time without being on holiday (vacation for you white-bred Americans, snicker snicker), I ate every meal at a restaurant this weekend. Amazing, I know. And so exhilirating. Not really, but still excellent nonetheless.

Friday we had training all day for work so we had a catered chili lunch, and bagels for breakfast. Not exactly a restaurant, but not supplied by kristin's kitchen either. Then Friday evening I met friends for an Italian feast at Buca di Beppo. Yummy Manicotti.

Saturday was lunch at Clyde's for my cousin's confirmation celebration (shrimp salad sandwich with fruit). Dinner was at Ram's Head Tavern with other friends. This included beer, and a Three B's chicken--blackened chicken, bacon and brie.

Sunday morning--you guessed it--brunch. We had a brunch at Bistro Francais in Georgetown that consisted mostly of champagne, with trace amounts of French food and music. I had Oeufs Benedictine and Daniel had Linginui der Mare, I think, which was lots of sea dwellers with a linguini and light tomato sauce. Dinner was only supplied to help keep the champagne high going--some fine whiskey and white wine made an excellent supper feast.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Oh Snap!

So we watched The Exorcism of Emily Rose last night and it was wicked hard frightening. During one of the most intense scenes, I literally had goosebumps up and down my whole body and my eyes were welling up with tears. But it wasn't the crying tears, it was the fear tears. It was the pee-pee trying to find a place to come out because I was so freaked out.

...but it was still good. intrigues me to learn more about the idea of demons among us...but I won't because then I'll be afraid every night that they're trying to find me.

bigger thoughts

What do you do when someone says something that is really hurtful? Do you fight back with them? Do you try to see the truth in it, then better yourself? Do you try to figure out where the whole idea came from? Do you address the "big picture" idea or get to the nitty-gritty details of their thought?

Sometimes I just don't know what to do. I guess I'm just walking through life like everyone else. They need to organize a diy class on how to fight. I need to hone my skillz.

just one more way...

Donate Your Old Cell Phone
FONZ (Friends of the National Zoo) has partnered with ECO-CELL, a fundraising program designed to recycle used cell phones, batteries and accessories. One-hundred percent of the funds raised will go to FONZ. ECO-Cell ensures environmentally responsible recycling procedures of used cell phones and their accessories, keeping hazardous materials contained in cell phones out of landfills.
This program helps limit coltan (used to coat components of cell phones) mining in Congo, home to endangered gorillas and elephants. Reducing the demand for coltan will help save these animals and their habitat. The U.N. has reported that in the past five years, the eastern lowland gorilla population in Congo has declined 90%. Reducing the demand for coltan will help save these animals and their habitat.
ECO-Cell pays up to $15 for every working cell phone and recycles the remaining phones. Seventy percent of the phones collected will be used by first-time, low-income users abroad or by selected local organizations, such as battered women’s programs for emergency use (911 calls).
Collection boxes have been distributed throughout the National Zoo. A box is available in the Zoo's Visitor Center. If you'd like to give me your phones, I'd be more than happy to take care of it for you.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006


Congratulations Ward 8! You've done it again. You believed that crack addict Barry ten years ago, and you believed him again more recently. He duped you guys into electing him and what happens...he does crack again.

I particularly love how in a recent radio interview on Elliot in the morning he stated that he doesn't eat red meat. (Paraphrasing) "That stuff's horrible for you. I don't put stuff like that into my body. Let's have a barbecue with fish instead". Excellent choice, my friend.

Addendum!! I was just informed that Barry actually had the city of DC move the MLK parade from his birthday/holiday date in January to the middle of April so that more people could attend. Ahem...you can't just change holidays to whenever you want. And, by the way, good going. It was like 50 degrees on the actual holiday date.

"It's not like we're telling the Earth to call you Matilda. Oh snap!"

I've seen better days

So we go from the best weekend ever to one of the more worse. I know that is bad grammar, but I couldn't say the "worst" because that would be grossly overstating. Rather, it just kinda sucked.

But let's not harp on my woes. That's boring.

Instead, let's ponder this:
Daniel told me last night--after we had finished a bottle of wine, also my first drinking in over a week--that the largest cell in the human body is the ovum, or egg, you idiot. He furthered that by saying the smallest cell is the sperm. But as I drove to work this morning I worried that a woman and a man are then both missing something from their lives...What's my smallest cell? What's his largest? Craaazzy how they're different, huh?

I also thought about how a man is less than a woman because he has the smaller cell. Simple, but irrefutable.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Things that are NOT okay

What are you going to do about it?

Scientists have noticed a disturbing trend for our dear friends of the North. Apparently, as if they didn't have enough to worry about with their loss of habitat from global warming, our stupid asses are now poisoning polar bears as well.


What are you going to do about it?

Rockin' Weekend

So about my weekend (nearly a week ago)...

I swear, sometimes I have so much to say, but I feel like if I put 3 blogs a day down I'll look just a bit obsessive.

So, Friday I had off work for my laser eye surgery. Surprisingly it was a lovely relaxing day, and things are recovering well. Plenty of details could be given, but who really gives a damn. Then Saturday I had my follow-up appointment so my gracious mother-in-law took me to my appointment so my husband (teehee) could help his dad lay down wood flooring. Now, this is a big step for me. Never have I endured so much one-on-one time with my MIL. And, honestly, it wasn't half bad. Sure we kept to extraneous topics and sat through a movie, but it still went extremely well. We finished up the afternoon with a viewing of "Pride & Prejudice"--her favorite flick--which is pretty good. Then we returned home to watch the Redskins barely kick butt, but still kick butt, in the pre-playoff game.

Then Sunday rocked as Daniel and I got ourselves looking cute and drove into the zoo to see the panda cub. soooo cute. We were really lucky because the zookeepers said this was his first public viewing outside. We were standing directly in front of them so we had a great view, and they gave the mother a "popsicle" of sorts that she was eating and the cub was trying to get a hold of. At one point she pushed him away so hard he fell down the hill. But he just kept trying to lick the popsicle and bite her ears and hang on her. It was an awesome experience. Then we went for brunch at Cafe Atlantico, which serve Latin dim sum. It was sooo yummy.

This all sounded a lot more exciting in my head. Whatever, don't be bitchy with me. I can't entertain you always.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Bright, sun-shiny day

"I can see clearly now the blur is gone. I can see all obstacles in my way"

Aside from tired eyes at night, and a bit of haze still working its way through the cobwebs of my mind, I can see great. Overall it was a painless and quick procedure. The one strange thing I've noticed is that I haven't had that revelation moment where I realize I can see all the time now, without assistance from foreign bodies. When I wake up in the morning and see the alarm clock, or can read all the bottles in the shower, it's as if it should have always been that way. I'm kinda surprised by that. At night when my vision is a little worse than earlier in the day, I have thought on several occasions "I should take out my contacts" and then I realize I don't have that option...which rocks.

Tomorrow, look for rants on MD basketball and a (late) recap of my tremendous weekend, w/ pictures! I bet you can't wait, you dog you.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

do you hear them?

When all else fails, go outside in the crisp winter air and listen for the birds chirping. It will make you feel better every time.

Tomorrow my eyes will be going under the knife. Scary, but true. And when I come back to you, blog, I'll be seeing you much more clearly...loving you much more dearly....oh, wait...

So, as I fear the future, as I lament the present, I will now take myself outside and enjoy the chirping of the birds as they jump about eating seed and playing in the withered vines of winter.

Damn--if I had spent like 5 more minutes on that, it would have been Pulitzer-quality.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Webster you're a phony

This is bullshit. You know who makes these terms up--twenty year olds. You know who uses them--baby boomers. Just wait, your mom will mention it to you in 2 months.

The Word of the Year? 'Infosnacking'

Weekend Edition - Saturday, December 10, 2005 · Webster dictionary editors have made their choice for word of the year: "infosnacking." It describes time spent on the computer at work doing things that aren't work-related.

Well, I'm already bored, so I'm going to look at some other site now...

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

lessons for the New Year

So these hangover remedies from Bon Appetit magazine may be a bit late, but think of it as lessons for the new year:

Although some drinkers swear by a little hair of the dog , there are no known cures for the pain of a hangover. But that hasn't stopped people around the world from coming up with questionable remedies like these: cheeseburger and fries (United States); menudo, a spicy tripe soup (Latin America); mulligatawny, a yellow split pea and curry soup (India); tea made from two banana peels boiled in water (China); lemon juice rubbed in the armpits (Puerto Rican folklore); and ume-boshi, pickled, salted plums (Japan). Of course, the best advice is to avoid a hangover in the first place, so remember this for next year: The National Institutes of Health suggests drinking on a full stomach, having a glass of water between alcoholic drinks, and imbibing slowly.

And who knew those crazy kids from Menudo liked tripe soup so much??

Wahoo! Wahoo!

Hail to the Redskins! Hail (to our impending) victory!

Saturday, 4:15, hells yeah...