Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Well, that bout of reminiscing/sadness was short lived. Resulted in a trip to Burger King and to Dunkin Donuts (well, the latter was really driven by a coupon I thought expired in two days), and caused me to skip out on something I'd otherwise would have done in the evening, but I replaced it with a trip to the gym, and overdid it a bit there. Sore this morning, but beyond the crap getting me down yesterday. Was really surprised that that affected me as it did, to tell truth.
Flipping the mental coin on whether I want to take Taco Bell up on their offer of a free taco today, because of a stolen base happening in the world series. As I mentioned on a message board, the thief was a guy named Angel Pagan, who has my favorite name in baseball. Tuesday 2 pm-6 pm is when the freebie is being offered, in case you read this before 6 pm. Clever of them to limit their liability by giving stuff away while most people are at work, eh?
Monday, October 29, 2012
Gave a ring to a girl once. Got it back, when she dumped me for a guy named Jesus. (Translation: she broke off the engagement for reasons of religion.) I took the ring back to the place where it was created, and left it in their hands, on consignment, where they'd hold on to it until it sold and would give me an agreed upon price. Hasn't sold yet, and given the uncertainty in my life about whether I'll move out of state, etc., I paid that shop a visit to discuss either selling the item outright or leaving things as they are. The person I talked to there went and got the item, and I saw it, for the first time in three years. Held it for a moment, just to recall what it looked like, although, I probably could have drawn it from memory. Granted, the way I draw, it wouldn't look anything like the ring, but you get the point.
One might think nearly four years of space would be enough to see that ring, even touch it for a second, without affecting me greatly. And you'd be right, depending on what your definition of 'greatly' is. The next person I talked to after leaving the shop asked me if I was sad today. I asked him why he asked me that, whether I just looked sad. He pointed to my Detroit Tigers hat, which was a very reasonable point, as my baseball team just got swept out of the World Series last night. For some reason, I mentioned the visit to the jeweler to this complete stranger, not something I'm wont to do. And now, I'm telling you, too, another thing that, usually, I wouldn't be doing. But, you know, that guy was right, I am a bit sad today. And a bit mad, recall the near 5 years spent on that relationship, and the fact that another near 4 years later...
But what's the point, eh? Let sleeping dogs be bygones, I should. But sometimes, in the best (worst?) Halloween tradition, the undead emotions rise and grab you as you go about, no matter how many lifetimes ago they seem to be from.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
And no, I'm not being British, swearing about a bird. Rather, my friend Ian holds what he calls Odd Tuesday potlucks, a more or less biweekly opportunity to get together and eat and laugh with friends. The event goes on hiatus during the summertime, and as I've known Ian only a few months, this was the first such event I've made it to.
The night before, I'd grabbed chicken thighs at the store, with the intention of prepping something fowl. I also happened to buy a bottle of V8, the low sodium variety, for drinking purposes. These were two unrelated events. On Wednesday (another mutual friends' band played their debut show Tuesday, hence the relocation of Odd Tuesday to a Wednesday. As an aside, this band's name is Danny Glover and the Lethal Weapons. The lead singer/guitarist's name actually is Danny Glover) as I was deboning and deskinning the chicken, I came across one thigh that was a bit, well, bloody. Maybe the farm didn't quite properly exsanguinate this bird, I don't know, but whatever the reason, the veins in this bit of chicken were still red.
The reason this matter to the story is because if the way I cook...basically I just make crap up. Start with chicken, and open up the cupboard to see what I can try. Yesterday, I had a vague idea of cooking the chicken in a soup, maybe cream of mushroom or something, and then spicing it up. But I saw that bloody bit of chicken, and I thought "Bloody Chicken!" So I went over to the liquor cabinet, and grabbed vodka, hit the refrigerator for the V8 I'd bought the night before, and a marinade was born. We didn't have any Tabasco, so I made do with Sriracha. Worcestershire sauce didn't happen, either, but it wasn't really missed. Ended up sauteeing half a sweet onion before cooking the chicken, adding more vodka and V8 to the pan, and the final result was decent enough. Got a few compliments on it at the potluck, which was nice..they must have liked the final product more than I did!
That is the fun thing about cooking for me, though, the fact that I don't always know what I'm going to get. Sometimes it works, and I've got something to try again (should take a stab at the cinnamon amaretto glazed pork chop again soon!), and sometimes it fails, an experiment gone badly. I do wish I had more conventional abilities in the kitchen, as I'd be the last to claim that I'm any sort of decent cook...but I am capable of turning out a decent tasting product, and having a bit of fun along the way, and that's good enough for me.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
I got the Entertainment Book for Madison for this past year. If you're not familiar with it, it's a book of coupons, largely 2 for 1s from a large variety of vendors/stores, etc in a given area. Problem is, I haven't really used it all that well this past year, so there are a ton of great offers (and a ton of tasty offers) still outstanding with, now, just a week to go before they coupons expire. So I'm looking at all of these things, thinking, really, I should use them, and then thinking further, using them would result in me blowing up like a balloon in the next week. Both from overeating, and from the resultant gas attacks that might occur. You're welcome for that mental image!
Then again, I've been having similar thoughts for the past couple of weeks, and I haven't broken down and started living at Taco Bell, so, I suppose these coupons will be allowed to go gently into that good night. Oh well, these books are usually priced around $30, a level that allows you to save the entire cost of the book within a few weeks, without even trying very hard, so it's not as if I haven't gotten at least $200 of value out of the book's contents over the past year. It's just that these remaining coupons are staring at me with sad purply eyes (not a typo, the fast food section's color scheme is actually purple), and I'm trying to decide if I need to talk someone into a run to the brand new Dunkin Donuts that opened up in town, sometime between now and October 31st.
Actually, that might have to happen, regardless of the date. I have a friend who went to college in the Boston area, who's been frothing at the mouth about the opening of this store. This trip has to happen, if only to prevent hyperventilation. It's a public service! At least that's how the rationalization will go :)
Friday, October 19, 2012
Been in a grey, negative moods the past few days. May be just an extension of being sick last week, more likely from all but having made a decision that I didn't want to, but there you have it. My mood today matches that of the clouds outside, an all encompassing, overcast grey that isn't presently threatening rain, but lends itself of those sorts of thoughts more so than dreams of good weather.
So where am I? Eating fast food two days in a row. Which, on the good side, is something that hasn't happened in a long time. I honestly can't remember the last time I did that, and that includes bar food, which is a regular summer feature. There wasn't anything self-malicious here, was out of doors Wednesday, and ate out, then went to the library as mentioned in the previous blog, and did end up going to the gym afterwards. And Thursday, well, I was in a good mood after the Tigers swept the Yankees to get to the World Series. and tried the bacon portabella melt they keep advertising at Wendy's. Rather tasty.
Here's the thing about this screed; there's a little bit of overstatement going on, and deliberately so, I'm trying to beat myself up a bit more so than I might otherwise, I'm trying to overshare details that I usually keep to myself. In a way, it's being done in an effort to use this space as an outlet, but it's also being done in an effort to put those details out there to remind myself of how things are going, should I ever need or want to re-visit the steps along this journey. It's not a play for sympathy; more like an acknowledgement of what use this space can have if properly utilized, and an on-going exploration for what that proper usage is.
Ok, so today, I might go to the MUFA fall finals and get a beer and brat, or I might go volunteer at the food pantry and have whatever they serve for supper. Tomorrow, I will go watch football (Michigan vs Michigan State...GO BLUE!) with fellow alumni, and eat bar food, and go to a birthday party after and drink something alcoholic. Sunday...haven't a clue what I'm up to then, but I really ought to get my butt out to some GOTV effort, so I think I might do just that. Maybe do the knocking on the doors rather than phone calls, and call it exercise in the process, though I suppose there won't be nearly as much sweat as when I did so in the 90 degree heat prior to the gubernatorial recall election we had in Wisconsin in June.
So there you have it, self-criticism in advance, not to sound too communistic about it. And now I have to go let a puppy out of its crate before it pees all over the place. Poor thing (roommates' pup, his daddy has gone hunting and taken his older sister along, leaving him alone for the first time, I think, ever), he's been howling all day.
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