3 posts tagged “cook”

my timing SUCKS!

Why is it whenever I try cooking dinner about 9 times out of 10 there's about 10 to 20 minutes between things being ready.  I'm always trying to keep something warm while trying to rush something else to finish.

I suck.

 

 

Yesterday was good, and aside from a lecture from my dad including things such as... Me going back to school and Me writing to him more it was a fight free holiday.  (Those are rare for me.)

The T and I woke up WAY too early, got coffee started, then woke Little T up.  He got a boat load of stuff, including (but not limited to... a new computer, some clothes, transformers and books.)  The Terrorist got me an awesome locket and I got him a shower curtain.  We finished doing the gift thing, I made breakfast then The T had to leave for work.  Shortly after Little T left for the grandparents house.

That's when the really Christmas joy began. 
No, I'm totally lying. 
I didn't really do much of anything exciting. 
Talked to family/friends, watched some LOST, had some "Megan Time" (meaning I shaved, plucked, exfoliated & showered... not the other kind of "Megan Time") 

Changed our shower curtain.
We had this one...

Isn't it fucking adorable?!?!   I got it MONTHS ago, when Lesley and I first moved in.  It's the only shower curtain I've ever had that's lasted that long.  Generally they get all moldy and gross and I have to replace them every few months.  Not this one!  It's like the Energizer Bunny of shower curtains.  I took it down but I haven't quite been able to bring myself to throw it away.  I have a sinking suspicion that the new shower curtain wont be as durable as the Ducky one.

Anyway... this is our new shower curtain... (a Christmas Gift from me to the T)

Remember, my boyfriend is a total and complete geek.  (I'm not a bad gift giver... he's just a geek :-)  Though I will miss my Ducky shower curtain I have to admit there are some pretty cool things about this new shower curtain, like the fact that I can go pee and learn things.  Like last night, as I was crawling back into bed after a post coital pee, I got all cuddled up to the T and asked him about Curium.  Curium is one of the Elements that are at the bottom of the chart (in white)  from what I remember from Chemistry, they're the more recently discovered elements.  The names of them are quite often obviously named after things, such as Berkelium, Californium, Einsteinium.  I couldn't figure out what Curium was named after,  all I could think of was the spice and I had a feeling that wasn't the case.  So, the Terrorist enlightened me.  Curium is named after Madame Curie who is (from what I've skimmed over on Wikipedia) a pretty cool chick.
Plus the shower curtain allows a LOT more light into the bathroom from the little Tiny window above the shower

That was pretty much the gist of my day. 
Oh yeah...

I made an AWESOME Christmas dinner.  (Well actually I think the word used was "excellent" but... same diff.)  It wasn't anything extremely extravagant (ham, mashed potatoes, veggies & garlic bread) but I made it myself and retained my title of "Good Cook."

I remember when Chris and I were together, on a few different occasions we'd be cooking stuff together and he'd make some comment how he was teaching me to cook so I could cook for my future husband, or something to that effect.  It would fucking piss me off when he made these comments.  Now, 2-3 years down the road, I can't help but giggle because he was basically right, granted the semantics are a bit off, but the basic idea is correct.

Little T goes to his grandparents this weekend.  I don't have to work at all this weekend.  Well, the coffee shop tried to call me in, which was tempting for half a second because I lost so many hours at the beginning of this week, but Little T isn't going to be home and the T and I have a lot of sex to catch up on.  Me going into work tonight would delay that and that's just not cool with me.

Now, I need to go make the kid lunch.  Well, that is, if he ever gets out of the shower and tells me what he wants for lunch.

Christmas is out of the way, now the countdown begins...

11 days until my birthday!!

:-)

I don't mean to at all but I think that my next few entries will mostly be about how I don't want to be in Maine. 

 

Before I start with my bitch fest I need to make it known that though Maine isn't really the place I want to be right now there are tons of great people here.  Such as Nate who not only got up at 5am to pick me up at the airport but also took me out to eat (twice) and then let me borrow his car while he was at work and trusted me with his debit card (mainly so I could pick up his groceries but that's besides the point.)  And Erica who not only asked if I wanted to but insisted that I borrow her brand new winter jacket because I don't have anything warmer than my "Maine" hoodie.  And Kathryn and Byron who let me cook for them when I got it in my head that I wanted to make a meal because I haven't cooked in so long.  (And I have to say aside from a slight timing error and a few to many shallots it came out AWESOME!!)

 

Now, on to the bitch-fest.  I talked to my mom today.  She started lecturing me about my life.  What am I doing with my life, what am I looking for?  I'm 26 years old, isn't about time for me to settle down.  Then she even pulled the... "I don't know if you believe in god but I think you should ask him for some guidance.  Ugh.  She had every right to be irritated with me.  She's paying my debt off for me, which I feel awful about but that's why I'm taking this job so I can make a large amount of cash relatively quickly.  If I could make it happen faster I would but at this point it's just a waiting game. 

 

I hate to say it but I think I should have stayed in Piney Point.  At least then I wouldn't be getting lectured.  I hate getting lectured at.  She has a hard time comprehending that I actually like this kind of lifestyle.  I like being on the go and moving around and being all scattered.  I'd rather get it out of my system now when I'm not married and don't have kids.  So that way whenever I decide to get married I would feel like I missed out on something.

 

I need a drink.  Blah.