gettin fancy with the spices

Such a great flick, Ratatouille. Anyway, Panchette is coming to town, and that gives me an excuse to cook!

I forget that I love cooking, esp French food, and the dinner du jour is Coq au Vin. Sadly, I'm out of cognac, so I can't cook it with flair (I love setting food on fire), but I've got a nice bottle of 2 buck Chuck and am drinking a hefty glass of it as the food simmers for an hour. Yes, I know it's against medic's orders (due to my dehydration woes this weekend), but one simply can't have French food without wine. I'll chase it down with 3 glasses of water, I promise.

For dessert, it's bananas foster on Ben and Jerry's (mmmm vanilla organic). That one I do get to ignite. Yipee!

Broken Vows

When I graduated from college, I worked for this shit ass institution with the most crooked SOBs running the place. I was only there for 6 months, and I don't even put it on my resume because it's not worth it. Plus, it was the first of 5 places I've worked for that have gotten into some financial scandal, but I digress. I did make some friends there but soon found out that they were just as crooked as everyone else.

Anyway, I vowed after that job that I would never be friends with anyone at a company again, and aside from friends at HCC (I lucked out with those), I've kept that promise until now. I realized, as I was becoming friends with someone, that it was a bad move, but I allowed myself to do so anyway. Stupid move.

So starting tomorrow, no more friends. No more nothing. Though it makes life much happier at work in the short term to be friends with people, it makes life hell in the long term, and I renew my vow--no more friends. No happy hours. No commiserating. No lunches. No dinners. No movies. No late night talks. No IMs. Nothing. Do you know why? It's because you can't trust anyone--not a damn soul because everyone in this fucking world is out for themselves, the ambitious little pricks.

Hopefully, I'm nipping this in the bud before I get fucked over again.

And sadly, I'm on a self-imposed ban on spending money because I'm trying to save money for a new car. So no Catbirds for me.

Busted Butt

Ok,I started this weekend with my 8 mile run. It was a cutback week, so we were just going our 8 miles, plus 4 hill repeats and only 2 parking garages. Easy, right?

yeah, so my coach got us lost, and we ended up tacking on 2 more miles and still having to do the hills and garages. So much for cutback. So that night, I went to a wedding and danced for 3 hours, not thinking of the soreness in the am. Sunday, I woke up with a little soreness, but by Sunday night, the IT flareup started up again.

It was a painful night last night, but what was worse was that I was leaving chinese class today, and I slipped in the mud and did a full on fall like they do in cartoons. I was airborne and then landed in pike position flat on my tailbone and with my elbow in a 90 degree position.

No running for me tonight, I guess.

random thought while running

Every single place I've ever worked since graduating from college has been an acronym. That is very weird.

pants and cotton candy

To Glinda, who forgets that her Fourths in Texas weren't half bad.

Kimday 2007

I know you're all thinking about it, and it's about time I post about it! Yes, friends, Kimday 2007 is only 4 months and 1 day away, and it's time to start planning.

This year, Kimday falls on election day (or vice versa), so the festivities will begin the weekend before or after. And this year, I will have (hopefully) just run my first marathon 2 weeks prior, so there will be much need for rejoicing (if I'm not too sore to move).

You know, the old standby is San Antonio, and this year, just in time for Kimday, is a fantastic wine fest that we should all attend. Just look at all the fun. I bet this is where ManHands has gone to work.

And speaking of San Antonio, I am going there this weekend for a 10 mile run and some fabbo margaritas. Will report back soon.

and i'm crazy

bc i'm running a 5k tomorrow at 7am, and i think it's just a baby run.

Circe, however, is pissed at me and is only thinking of the free beer at the finish line.

Circe is pissed

So many of you know my inner ferret, the creature that comes out whenever I am past pissed. Well, she [Frida] went on vacation today because she's just not good enough. Ferrets, though feisty, are just too cute for this issue.

Nope, this instance calls for my inner wolverine, Circe. She rarely comes out, but today she is there. Why?

People at work piss her off, and she doesn't want to get into it.

My computer is still fucked, and I can't even use bullet points for this list, and I thrive on bullet points.

My fucking car has been in the shop 3 times; I've paid for parts and labor 3 times, and the fucking people still haven't fixed my car, and they do this whole, "Well it worked when you left" fucking thing, which is just stupid bc I don't care if it worked when I left--I SHOULD BE ABLE TO MAKE IT HOME FROM YOUR STUPID FUCKING AUTO SHOP WITHOUT IT OVERHEATING AND LOSING OIL, YOU STUPID MOTHER FUCKERS.

My car is eating away at my trip to abq and denver fund and is necessitating a move to Clear Lake, the den of death by Stepford Wife.

Have I mentioned my fucking computer--Circe thinks Windows Vista sucks ass, as does HP, and I don't care what impotent motherfucker in Seattle wants to get pissed at Circe for saying it.

Circe still lives in fucking Houston with all the crazies, and she wants to move to Philly.

Circe knows another impotent mother fucker--or is he impotent or just frightened to do anything about it bc hands are much safer--and she hates him, too. FUCKING FENCE RIDER!

Circe is sick of the patriarchy in this world. Just because you have an extended clit, doesn't mean you rule.

Running is making all of my muscles very defined, which is a good thing--I've got legs like Linda Hamilton (ok, well almost), but my fucking ass is pissing me off. Before the training, my ass was an awning for all the woodland creatures to snuggle under during a rainstorm--that was bad enough. Now it's the fucking continental shelf. It's like the more glute muscles I get, the more it extends from my body. Circe doesn't like it.

BUGGERALL--GRUMBLESNARFALOO!