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Juggling Porcupines

Boy, it’s a bit nutters again! Work’s suddenly lurching along at a borderline-frightening clip, and then all the other stuff outside of work is just… there. Needing to be done, needing to be remembered. (The remembering is my downfall!)

Since I absorb everything around me, I am also agog at my husband’s whirling dervish abilities of the past week – he put up the greenhouse! He did, he did! It looks a-ma-zing. I promise, pictures to come. He’s working on the benches that go inside now.

Dog training is work! Yes it is! Tripper is very cute, and also a bit headstrong. I have learned from Polly and being a bit more of a badass this go-round. Polly just looks at me when he bites her face, and I say to her, “You did that exact same thing to Suzy” and refuse to feel sorry for her. She has to grow up, and 4 years old is time to grow up.

I hit the wall with my molar #19 and am getting a root canal. I initially scheduled it for this week, but moved it to the end of the month. What the hell, I’ve lived with all this joy & pain since June, another couple weeks won’t wreck me.

We’ve been getting fencing & siding estimates, and it’s been an interesting process. I am glad I renewed my membership to Angie’s List, because even though I’m a cheapskate on some things, I figured that when you’re going to spend a chunk of change on things that you don’t want to do yourself, it’s better to at least find out if the people you choose to do the job have a good history of doing the work. So far, the fence guy I found on CraigsList is in the lead, but the siding guy from Angie’s List impressed JWo so much, it’s already worth what I spent to renew. Good times and home improvements. And having a fence truly encapsulate the property will be a HUGE benefit. With three dogs & one who loves to run off & roll in poo, nobody needs her teaching the little one it’s a great idea.

We’re going to see Avenue Q tonight – should be really entertaining! And we’re going to see Garth Brooks next week, which is really crazy, because I’m not exactly your Country Music kinda gal. But I think he’s got a pretty universal appeal, and lordy, he’s only doing 9 concerts here….!

Oh, and I exchanged our DVR this weekend (making it the 3rd DVR we’ve gone through), because it was refusing to record things & do normal DVR activities, like pause live TV? And within one day, the new box was doing the exact. same. thing. I thought my head was going to fly off my body. Fortunately for everyone in the room, JWo had drunk a celebratory martini (after finishing the greenhouse) and he wasn’t freaked out by me getting pissed. (“Jennifer, I just don’t care.” was the exact response. It made me GUFFAW.) The CSR at Time Warner asked, “With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking tonight?” and I replied, “Well, that’s gonna depend on how you define PLEASURE.” I need to say, in my defense, that I don’t scream or yell, but I do tell them I’m frustrated, that this isn’t working, and I’m not going to settle for the solutions we’ve tried already since they aren’t! working! He was basically of no help, so Friday afternoon, a technician is coming out. And I’m irked because it’s sweeps, and none of my shows are recording. However, after he re-booted it remotely, it recorded some shows and worked properly. For the moment. I’m sure when I get home it still won’t be working. It’s actually less about the shows themselves – because I can get ’em online – but the fact that something I have isn’t working. It zings my OCD inner self and that inner self freaks out. (Remember? Floor lamp? Order must be restored!)

OK, I think that’s it. Because it’s all infused with stress, it doesn’t qualify as a Random Orts post, but instead is a newly-established category: Juggling Porcupines! Not as much fun as riding the bike with one pedal, but I did dream last night that I had a lengthy conversation with Lenny Kravitz while spinning some yarn. (I don’t know how to spin in real life, but in my dreams, I’m quite good.)

sotto voce: Nobody wants to hear about your dreams, Jennifer. Thanks dad. :)

8-Track Flashback

James just mentioned in an email that he’d finished teaching his class to diagram sentences, and had informed his students Just! How! Much! his wife loved doing that in school.

It made me laugh, but I also felt a crazy surge inside me. There was probably a strange gleam in my eye, to boot. Because, seriously, I L-O-V-E-D to diagram sentences. I can still remember my English teacher dividing us into teams and sending us up in pairs, to different sides of the room (chalkboards on both sides) to speed-duel the process of diagramming sentences. Seriously, I smoked at the task, probably because I was such a reader, and English was my favorite subject. Add my competitive spirit to the mix, and diagramming sentences was my ultimate competition. My dream would have been to just diagram sentences for the entire hour, illustrating my speed & accuracy. This might account for why I didn’t really have that many friends in high school… hm. SuperNerd! I can dissect sentences with a single swipe of chalk!

Now, could I do it with the same speed and accuracy today? Probably not. But just the notion of drawing that straight line with the intersecting short line elicits such a rush.

There’s just no telling what triggers a person has, I tell ya. Mine have long since been replaced with yarn, but the memory of what once was still makes my senses stir….. I can almost smell the chalk. The worst was when you’d get going so fast the chalk would snap under your fingers and you’d be scritching the last bits of the sentence out while trying not to drag your fingernails on the board…. shudder.

Ooo, look at this quote! I keep good company! Unless she’s being ironic and depressing. But I choose not to go with that one.

“I really do not know that anything has ever been more exciting than diagramming sentences.”

— Gertrude Stein

Limbo, Limbo…..

I’m waiting for a meeting to start, and I feel restless. It could be related to the fact I didn’t have a “good” lunch, per se, unless yogurt, gummy bears & peanut butter cheese crackers count. I didn’t feel like going out for anything because nothing sounded particularly great, and reflecting on last night’s dinner (toasted meatball sandwiches w/ provolone) and anticipation for tonight’s dinner (spicy sausage pasta), nothing really resonated. Given how much I’ll indulge my cravings when I have them (lookin’ at you, Thai food), I figure I should roll with the lack-of-cravings as well, since they happen less frequently.

Lessee, not much else happening here in the Shire, as I like to call my life, ever since the droll line was thrown out by the hobbit-clad main character on Big Bang Theory this week (That’s how we roll in the Shire….) Tripper is not sleeping through the night, one of my dearest friends is about to have a baby, work is not exploding (I’m cursed now just for writing that), duck season’s starting, and I have a lot of knitting to do.

Last night, late, after all James and the dogs had fallen asleep, I did have a burst of grief. There was an excellent article in this month’s Real Simple, about grief and grieving, which is what probably poked it into life. The image I had was like all those YouTube videos of Mentos being dropped into 2-liter Diet Coke bottles. A fissure opens & grief rockets into the air, and then passes. As difficult as it was to go through, I think I’m going to take the time this weekend to write the answers to the questions included in the article…. may even put them out here, to make it that much more “real”. I know, on some level, that embracing this pain and not turning from it, while still not allowing it to rule my life, will ultimately serve me better in the long run. I think it’s normal (well, ok, MY kinda “normal”) to compartmentalize and even ignore some of the pain and longing and ugh, grief. (I am so sick of that word.) But I don’t think you can ignore it long-term without it totally biting you in the ass. And as much as my ass could use some trimming, that’s not the way to go. I think as an animal, we like our “knowns”. The sun comes up, and then goes down. Even when it’s raining and storming, we still know/believe the sun is making its journey across our landscape. Your car starts when you put the key in, you choose the checkout line with the best bagger in the store, you always park near cart corrals, because the familiar comforts us, provides a nest, a buffer to the days when the car doesn’t start, or your company lays off 30 employees, or you wake up with a head cold. And some of us crave that normalcy more than others, for example, me. What is difficult to see, especially in the early throes of it, is that grief is the devil’s limbo. And you have no idea if the music is ever. going. to stop. What I’m realizing is that it doesn’t actually stop, but it stops bending you over backwards like a stalk of wheat in the wind on a daily basis. I guess the challenge is to find the new comfort zone, the new normal, how to offset the lows and manage the plummets. It’s so hard to see things when you’re in the midst of them, and all you see is that damn bar, pushing you back, down into the depths, away from the norm.

Trick-or-Treat!

That’s actually the name of this sock yarn, hand-dyed by Gypsy Girl Creations/Stone Barn Fibers, purchased from The Loopy Ewe.

They’re super cute & cushy, and perfect for Halloween. Alas, they don’t go at all with my bright red shirt/black skirt, so another day – they can double as Le Tigre and have multiple wearings…..

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Happy Halloween! I hope to see some interesting costumes on my doorstep tonight – I already know we’ve got some crazy ones going here at the office.

Meaty Orts….

1. Questions in the comments about the recipes: Here you go! Squash Rolls – I can’t believe so many recipes are featured in this Google Book. If you’re interested in other recipes from this cookbook, I highly recommend their French bread, the apple pie with cheddar cheese, and the Cuban black beans. (Sadly, two of those recipes are in the “omitted” part.) Here’s the recipe for Libby’s Great Pumpkin Cookies. Git to bakin’!

2. The Tripping Point: No mention of Tripper the past while – that dude wears me out as much as I adore him. So I think he’s staying with us. Two weekends ago I was at 85% certain he was ours, JWo was at 40%. But then this past weekend, JWo made the point that Tripper’s Fetching Tag will have to say “Three’s Company”. That tells me the little dude might actually be a NuWo for good. Granted, we are now outnumbered by the dogs, but Tripper needs us on his side, since Suzy and Polly are still none to pleased by his presence. Polly at least romps & plays with him? Suzy just low growls and will occasionally lunge at him to remind him that SHE is not to be trifled with. And the consistent use of peanut butter in his Kong is pissing them off. Sigh. I think I’ll be better with it all once he’s out of puppy stage – and just when I think I’m at my wit’s end with him, he’ll do his real hard leeeeean up against you, just every ounce of his being squirming and telling you he’s RIGHT HERE and ready for some love.

3. Halloween Costume: I was intending to come as a client – either one with lots of changes, or one with lots of cash. But now, I think I’m going as spaghetti & meatballs. So I gotta make some meatballs that can be attached to clothesline (spaghetti) & I’m going to wear a red shirt. Then I can drink red wine freely at the afternoon party!

4. Aw hell. My new socks that I finished knitting are black & orange & won’t go with the above outfit. I’ll get pictures up tomorrow, hopefully, but still. Maybe I’ll wear black & figure out something else for the red sauce. ARGH.

5. The new camera is a little Kodak, purchased from Costco on sale – 12.1 MP, EasyShare V1233. It isn’t on the website anymore, it looks like it was one of their limited time offers – under $200, with a free 2GB digital card, and I had a gift card from my birthday (thanks Momma Linda!) which made it even more attractive. Pretty sweet, and it’s SMALL, which was the one thing lacking in my Canon. Which still takes amazing pictures, it’s just too bulky to put in my purse. (And I have some big purses.) I still need to install the software, but anymore, it’s just so handy to take the digital card out, offload the pictures, and be done. If only I had mad photo editing skillz….

6. I bought a SNUBNOSE cap gun at CVS over lunch. It was the name “snubnose” that got me. I was really in the aisle for a Tide-to-Go pen, and the snubnose cap gun caught my eye. (You can buy most everything you need at CVS. Laundry needs, toys, craft supplies, clothesline? Check, check, check and CHECK.) I never had a cap gun, or really got to play with caps at all as a child. Better late than never. Plus, I think it might be an effective way to handle some of my frustrations with deadlines and changes. Controversial, yes, but therapeutic nonetheless. The brand is “Super Bang” and I kept reading it as “Super Bad” which only appealed to me MORE. Aw hell. I’m reading the directions and cautions right now. “Do not use indoors.” Fuck. Oh and I sure won’t want to have it around in my encounters with KC Swat – “This product may be mistaken for a firearm by law enforcement officers or others, that altering the coloration of markings (my snub is orange, green, yellow, red & clear – clearly the choice of hard core advertising bangers everywhere) required by state or federal law or regulations so as to make the product look more like a firearm is dangerous (really? Duh.) and may be a crime and that brandishing (oh hell, I’m a brandisher) or displaying the product in public may cause confusion (the public, they are easily addled – by FIREARMS, plastic or otherwise) and may be a crime.
Now, how many 8-year olds are gonna read THAT fine print? And I must say, the most fun part – next to brandishing – is already ruined, because the barrel doesn’t spin. Sigh. That’s what lets people know you’re a true badass. Super Badass.

7. I just noticed that this lovely “toy” was made in China. I guess it gives a whole ‘nother level of caution & alarm to eating my gun…..sorry, gallows humor. But seriously, all sense seems to be lost anymore & governments have to step in and be parents – like the dude on NPR this morning, who informed us that there’s a huge recall of those fugly fake teeth, because they have “too much lead paint” in them? Maybe we shouldn’t use lead paint on things that GO IN OUR MOUTHS.

8. That’s all folks, for today. I’m disappointed in the state of our trees – that spring frost and unseasonable weather really jacked up our foliage displays, they’re normally gorgeous and this year they’re just blah. I guess I wasn’t quite done. Oh, and I was thinking that my number ONE driver irritation is people who go BELOW the speed limit. Followed quickly by lane drifters, due to jabbering (or texting) on the phone. Third would be shitty lane changes/cutting off cars/forcing yourself into a lane even though you knew you had to be in that lane but the line was shorter over there and now you’re being a dick about it and creating a problem for everyone? OK. I’m done. Fo’ real.

A Flurry of Domesticity

Yesterday was a whirlwind, for both the Wo and I. He commented at the end of the day that we’d adhered to our gender roles quite faithfully that day – he spent most of it outside, putting together the panels for the greenhouse, and I’d spent most of my day in the kitchen. I made a double batch of The Great Pumpkin cookies – pumpkin, oatmeal & chocolate chips, soooo yummy – and then a batch of Squash Rolls (I’m looking right at you, Rebs.), and a slow cooker of turkey/black bean chili, with tomatoes from the garden. I’ve been a tenacious tomato picker in these final months, because if there’s one thing I love in this world, it’s homegrown tomatoes, and seeing them on the vine elicits a compulsion in me that I Must! Pick! Them! because anything else would be wasteful. Sigh. Anyhoo, everything was quite a success, even if I did feel like I was burning the stove & the mixer at both ends. (and wishing my mixer could handle a double batch of … anything!)
So I figured out how to get my pictures off of my new (little) camera, and here is the pictorial evidence of my domestic adventures….. the cookies were a big hit here at the office!
Great Pumpkin Cookies

Squash rolls – pre-rising, and post-oven:
Dough's a Risin'

Squash Rolls

Chili …
Turkey Black Bean Chili
It looks kinda crazy, but the steam was jacking with the photo, so it’s the best I could do. It was scrumptious… again with the habanero vinegar!

Last, but not least, Suzy soaking up some sun on a Sunday….

Suzy Catching Some Rays

Lunch with the KC SWAT

Oh yeah.
Talk about a quick stop turning that frown upside down!

I’d had a pretty challenging morning, and after getting my hair cut, I was driving back to the office & decided to just swing into a local sub shop to grab a sandwich. Parking’s always a bit of a challenge, since the lot is shared with a laundromat, and half the spaces are angled, and the others are straight-in spots. There was this big dark van, and it was taking up more than one space, and I was kinda pissed. I got into a different spot, and noticed that the sliding door was open & had a metal running board, so I thought, “OK, that’s cool, handicapped person.” Because it looked like one of those lift thingies.

OH no.

It would be THE KC SWAT van. The one they drive & roll up on drug houses in, with the door open & everyone locked & loaded and ready to kick your drug-usin’ ass. At first, I just thought it was a police van. But as I walked in and looked at the man behind me (that would be Aaron), I thought, hm, he looks a bit familiar as I turned again and saw CHIP and Mike (of the arms-the-size-of-cabbages fame) and I started to freak out a little.

I turned to Aaron and said, “So…. Do you hear ‘I saw you on Kansas City SWAT’ a lot?”
He nodded, slowly.
(I’m thinking, uh-oh. Great. I’m alienating him right off the bag AND he’s armed.)

So I said, “Do you get really tired of hearing that?”
And he started to nod, and I think I gave myself whiplash by laughing and turning back around as though I hadn’t a CARE in the world about all these black-clad, armed beefcakes around me. I fought the urge to yell, “Chip! Chip! What are you ordering?” Aaron was nice and put his hand on my arm and said, “No, no, it’s fine.”

Uh, ok. My mind was racing though. This was a blog-worthy moment, given my love of the show. And my camera! It’s in my purse! Well, as much as I would have tried to get a picture, the sub place is NOT conducive to getting photos, and it would have been UBER dorky. Of course right as I tell myself this, here comes Owen. Owen of playing pranks on Chip fame. Jesus. I can see how people can get a little overzealous in their fan excitement. Of course, the difference between those people and me is that I just ordered my sandwich, smiled at Chip, held the door for him to grab as he came behind me (Chip’s very polite, and thanked me for holding the door), got in my car and drove away.

And came back to the office and yelled, “Jennifer?! Kristin?! I JUST HAD LUNCH WITH THE KC SWAT GUYS!”

Oh, and I’m sure they went back to HQ and told everyone how they had lunch with PlazaJen.

I Need A Storm Cellar

Oh. Oh.

Where to begin?

I just told a co-worker I’m waiting for the storm sirens to go off. Could this day get any crazier? Could it? All that’s missing is a dude in a chicken suit! Breakdancing!

(ok, in the interest of not over-sharing, and b/c Blogger doesn’t allow password posts, I’m editing this out. If you missed it & would like the meat, email me or leave me a comment w/ your email.)

Anyway, I found myself at one point this afternoon longing for a storm cellar, just like Auntie Em ran into when the winds began to whip across the Kansas plains, and the chickens ran in every direction. Boneless chickens can’t run, and men in chicken suits are prime targets for getting hit by tornadoes and golf carts. (I like to imagine running over my enemies with a golf cart, it’s just so much more personal. Plus I don’t want to jack up the suspension on the Murano any more than my off-roading already does.) I’ll take those bone-in chickens any day, just don’t call me stupid in business, because I will RUIN YOU!

We Gotta Go With Random Orts Today

AOKey in your dokey, here we go.

1. I took Friday AND Monday off from work. And from most things in life, except you know, knitting, tv, food and sleep. Oh, and shopping. I did shopping tours of duty three out of the four days. (Some of which involved necessities, like groceries.)

2. I barely made a dent in my List. Oh, List. You sweet cruel mistress. I am a forgetful gal and having a list is so helpful. Except when you leave the list at home and you’re at the grocery store. That’s how you end up with 5 12-packs of Diet Dr. Pepper, 2 bags of Nestle Chips, a tub of sour cream, some Miracle Whip and a can of crab meat in your cart. And then, my whole saving-the-earth thing, bringing my own bags? Yeah, that doesn’t work if you LEAVE THEM IN THE CAR. And the one thing I said I’d get done? Sew a skirt? Nope. Didn’t happen. I did locate the fabric. Maybe I’ll get it washed so I can try at that list line item this weekend.

3. I have to go shopping again because Tripper? (Who has not found a forever home, or HAS HE AND WE JUST DON’T KNOW IT?!) Tripper loves the baby Kong, and it goes under the various sofas a LOT. So in an effort to get it (and prevent the yelping of displeasure, for there is only one thing he wants when the Kong is under the couch and that is THE KONG), James accidentally knocked over the floor lamp (that we bought to replace the last one that was broken (by someone else)) and I need a new lamp! It’s too dark to knit in the living room without it. Poor Wo, I made him go out to his workshop to get sandpaper, because the lamp also gouged a chunk out of the barn door table and it was rough and discolored and was sending my personal universe spinning into the Black Hole of FreakOut (Things are messed up! Things are different! Things aren’t how I want them to be! Oh My God! I am not in control!), and I wouldn’t let him eat dinner until it was sanded & oiled. Actually, I had dished up his dinner but he was perhaps making a bit of fun of me and my Unsettled-ness that eats at me and makes me slightly unbearable when things need to be done in order for things to be Back To Normal. A casual observer would think I beat him, but don’t you believe a word of it. As it is, order is barely restored, it is hanging on by a thread, until we get a new lamp. And perhaps the jumbo Kong, one that will not roll under a sofa!

4. Sunday was a nice day together, we drove down to Schell City & visited his duck club (the house where the hunters all stay) and took Polly and Tripper on some water retrieves. Poor Tripper, he didn’t go out far enough so he was coated in algae. Poor Jen’s Shirt, because Tripper is still learning Do Not Jump Up, and my naive belief that I wouldn’t get dirty was trashed within five minutes, as muddy pawprints and shaken muck decorated most of my t-shirt.

5. Back at work, there were a few gems waiting for me – but for the most part it hasn’t been too arduous or enraging. However, the day’s only half over. :)

6. I was surprised and delighted to learn I won the Guess-How-Much-Stuff-I’ll-Buy-At-Rhinebeck contest over at YoYo Knits! I started daydreaming about going to Rhinebeck myself, and wondered if I’d just get so overwhelmed, I’d climb into a pen with a sheep and clutch it, emitting low moaning sounds and twitching. Please note that in my daydream, I have no idea I’m kneeling in poo. Anyway, thanks for the shout-out, Alyson, and it looks like you had an awesome time! I feel lucky…oh so lucky….. :)

7. Speaking of dinner (back a couple of orts), I made a kickass soup yesterday – and since it was a cold windy day, it was perfect soup weather. I just slow-cookered up half a brisket (cut up) with some of the straggling garden tomatoes (crushed), and diced onion, carrot & potatoes – some seasonings, beef bouillon, a little water – on high all day. It was yummeriffic. We put some habanero vinegar (homemade) on top & it gave it just the right amount of spice & zing. I was worried the meat would be too tough, but it was perfectly tender.

8. Dudes, I’ve only had rice crackers for lunch & I have to move my car so clients have a place to park (bleah, I hate our parking situation) so I better get to it. I’m overdue for a blog post & everything’s sorta floaty-out-there – just like it is in my head! Latah gatahs……

Shop Til Ya Drop…or Nap…..

I took today off – yesterday was super hectic with work, and some of it came out of preparing for a long weekend. But I’m not sure how relaxing things are going to be for me – I made a list of everything I wanted to do (and some are “need” to do…) and holy smokes, it might take me until November to get it all done!

Today, I spent the first half of the day in a madcap dash through Overland Park, starting at Joann’s, then hitting the Holiday Mart, which is a big shopping fundraiser run by the Junior League. I could only take about an hour of that stuff – there were 200 vendors and a lot of “stuff” and a lot of people wandering and stopping directly in front of you. I did have amazing parking karma, though I thought two women were going to shoot me because I scored it and they didn’t. Yipes! It’s a cutthroat world at the OP Convention Center… After that, I went to Michael’s and Whole Foods. I managed to get an hour nap in before JWo came home, and we had a yummy stir fry for dinner.

Tripper is still here; James has had a couple friends who’ve been interested, but their wives put the kebosh on it. Bummer. I’ve still got mixed-up feelings about him – he’s a wonderful, awesome puppy who is a fast learner – but he’s a boy (yes, I’m that prejudiced, I love girl dogs) and this was completely unplanned. There’s just sooooo many things that go into raising & training a well-behaved dog, and it requires constant vigilance – it’s a lot of work! But I also know that I don’t want some stranger who’d outside-kennel him to have him, either. (I’m not a block of ice, I’ve done a pretty good job in 6 days of conditioning him to be affectionate & loving!)

Tomorrow has its own list of shopping & errands and things I want/need to do…. I think as long as I get a nap in consistently, it’ll all work out, the list and the puppy and the to-do’s.

Naps are the new black.

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