Riding the Bike with One Pedal.
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…..
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.
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.
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! 
Squash rolls – pre-rising, and post-oven:
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….
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.
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!
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……
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.
This week, we got thanked for all our hard work and it was acknowledged that we were humping as fast as we could.
Kristin & I descended into giggles. We’re 12-year old boys. Booger.
Speaking of hump, or humping, Tripper? Lives to hump Polly. Who tolerates it 0.7 seconds and then it’s all teeth snapping and fighting. It’s great. Except she ignores him if she thinks she’s going to get petted, so it was like a frickin’ conga line in the living room tonight, and we were laughing too hard to make it stop.
Sigh. Don’t let the laughing fool you. The puppy is wearing me out. I know everyone thinks we’re gonna keep him, but I can’t let myself go there, because the house shrunk by 33% when he came in the door, and it’s bedlam and melee every morning and night. And knowing that he could be gone soon makes me cling to my heart and not let it go, even when he looks up at me with his dopey face and leans so SO so hard against me, every atom of his being wiggling and saying “I love you, lady!” I know if he doesn’t go to James’ friend, I’ll eventually wear down and I’ll have to put up with a smaller house and a humping fiend. He’s housebroken, he learns quickly, he’s an awesome little dude!
But I’m tired. And I have a big day tomorrow, with a presentation and whatnot, so I need to go to bed. As long as I can get this earworm out of my mind…. you know which one……
my humps! my humps! my lovely lady lumps, check it out!
;)
We had a rep lunch today, up at Piropos. It was a classic example of how the media team interacts and can provide a rep who doesn’t know us with a very hodge-podge sketchy sort of stand-up comedy routine that is filled with topics ranging from knitting (of course) to emu (and their crazy need to migrate) to crime.
WE ARE DIVERSE. And eclectic.
I ordered the lobster ravioli, and had a flashback when it arrived, because I got six (6) ravioli, each approximately the size of one (1) Doritos chip. Portion size flashback! Black and red striped ravioli, btw. I immediately saw my alma mater’s colors (Go Grinnell Pioneers! Woot! Where our motto was, “Winning isn’t everything, it’s nothing!”) In a too-salty sauce, alas alack. But it was still tasty and would have made a great appetizer! Suffice it to say that right now, I am prepared to eat things that have mustard on them, just to illustrate how hungry I am.
But the whole point of this story is how we were zipping back to the office so we could make our 1:30 status meeting, and I was sort of on auto-pilot and discovered (as I was driving at the roadblock) that I-35 is closed off the Broadway Bridge, and since it’s one-way, there was no choice but to veer right and keep going. But my time at another agency reminded me that there was an alternate road, one I’ve lovingly referred to as “Dead Sofa Way”, for it is a stretch of isolation along the West side of Downtown, and because of the isolation, a favorite dumping ground for large bulky items, mostly sofas. I was all, “AHA!” and “Look at us go!” and feeling very satisfied inside that I knew how we could get out of the roadblock situation and still make progress on getting back to work.
Only somewhere along the way, Dead Sofa Way got put under construction. Sort of. Nobody was there, working on it. And suddenly things turned to gravel. Well, I say suddenly, but there might have been a very large piece of heavy moving equipment and two large concrete barriers and a sign that was moved, but there was ROOM to get through and seriously? I am like a man and do NOT like to turn around. My two passengers were laughing and screaming and one might have been begging me to turn around. But why? I have a fabulous sense of direction and like a homing pigeon, I don’t want to backtrack! So we off-roaded it a bit. And I seriously was feeling TRIUMPHANT. And as we neared the end of the construction it became quite apparent that there was no way, no how, I was going to get through the concrete blockade on this end of the road. Fuckety fuck. I even eyeballed the mound of gravel, and Kristin offered to get out and level it, just so I wouldn’t have to turn back. But there we were, without a shovel. Sigh. So it was backtrack and into the West Bottoms to get back up on a highway.
I love taking the unknown way. I did it constantly when I moved here. I have always trusted my brain to know (generally speaking) which way is North and which way I Need To Be Going, and that with those two pieces of information, I can get there – even if it’s a roundabout way. (There was that one time, in Swope Park, in the dark, that we got totally jacked up, turned around and ended up in Raytown. I own it, I was lost. It just is rare.) Sometimes you get to see new things (once I saw a woman walking her pig. On a leash!), sometimes you get to laugh and sometimes you remember that the old way of doing things may be comfortable and can get you there? But that the adventure lies in taking the new path, winding around to give you new vistas and remind you the choice to do so is always there. However, just a piece of advice…it’s important to pay attention along the way….I was dead-set on making sure the road didn’t end with say, Sudden Drop-Off and Plummeting. Plummeting = Bad.
This is puppy. We sorta call him Tripper. As in Jack Tripper, yes. He’s a boy puppy. He’s chilling with two lady dogs and Three’s Company!
But is it? Polly is having the worst 24 hours of her life.
Backing up – we went to the MWA West Side chapter’s banquet on Saturday night. I had high hopes of winning the raffle for a $1,000 – sadly, I did not. Anyway, this great dog breeder & trainer always donates a puppy for their fundraiser, and because WE always BID on the puppies, we had several conversations prior to Saturday night about how we did not need another dog right now, that it’s better to get a puppy in the Springtime, that we definitely would not get a male dog, and we wanted to pick our own puppy from a litter.
So then I’m thinking about all of that at 10:32 p.m. as I’m driving home with a puppy on the front seat. It wasn’t lack of stamina or willpower! But it was an audience of people who wouldn’t bid on the puppy until it went to $100. Now, keep in mind – this dog is out of field trial champions, AKC purebred, hips & eyes guaranteed, all the things Polly was/is, and you normally don’t purchase a dog like that for less than $500. So James stepped in and bid on the dog so we could find it a proper hunting home and hopefully someone who saw the value in the pup as well. (We’re not trying to make money, we’ll donate the money back to MWA.) The man who brought the pup for the breeder actually has his litter mate & paid over $700 for his dog. So it was making us feel sick inside, that we had this amazing dog and nobody really wanted him!
He’s an amazing little dude. He hasn’t had a single accident, he’s 4 months old, he has almost curly fur, has huge paws, and feels like crushed velvet.
In less than one day, he’s already picking up on “Sit” and “Here”. He’s going to be one hell of a retriever!
If nobody buys him, we’re keeping him, of course. I’m doing an excellent job of not falling in love, maybe because we’d gone through allll the reasons not to get a puppy right now & I had already walked down memory lane the night before on how much WORK it takes to raise and train a puppy. That’s why I said “sorta” calling him Tripper, because it just doesn’t feel “right” or complete. I think his forever home is someone who wants to maybe run field trials in addition to duck and goose hunting. He’s got that much genetic stuff packed into his stocky little self, loose skin and all, and if I can see it, it’s there.
But my poor dog. Oh lord. Tripper dude got a few of her not-played-with-in-forever toys? And the green-eyed monster was OUT. Every time he lost interest, she snuck in to steal the toy back. I have yelled “PILLOW” more times today than I have in three months. Suzy? She is perturbed but sort of pretending this situation will resolve itself, preferably while she’s asleep so she can wake up and Normal will have returned. But Polly is jealous, and upset that I’m doting on him and petting him, and is all sorts of put out. She needs to mellow another year or two before a puppy comes to live with us for good, because right now it’s like a grounded 21 year old who isn’t allowed to do anything fun, but the foreign exchange student can run off and do whatever he wants. With her car. And ropey.
He IS darn cute.
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