I decided to try the TJs lemon pepper chicken "cook in a bag" meal for dinner, and while the chicken itself is actually very good and tasty, the bag leaked, and I don't think the cookie sheet I put it on is saveable.

Soft scrub helps with that. I've had success with scrubbing bubbles on the stove stains as well. Or heck, oven cleaner.

I'd like to note that I just realized I didn't hurt myself cleaning today. That's a first.

Wow! ita is a redhead!

I have skipped and skipped and jumped, as I have had a v.v. busy week and a half. Last weekend and this weekend I was teching and dressing a show (King Lear), and then on Sunday, my car died at Dunkin Donuts. Not unexpected, as you all know, but not an auspicious start to my day.

So I have joined the world of public transportation, which I am mostly likeing. Unlike most Rochestarians, my home and work are directly on buslines (and by directly, I mean there is a bus-stop 4 steps from my front door).

However, the weekends have proved troublesome, in that the bus really stops running regularly around 4 pm, and there are not always people waiting for a bus. Yesterday I missed a bus because I was on the wrong side of the street, the haule dass to another bus stop (2 miles), just missed that bus, and had to wait another 40 minutes for the next one, and then wait downtown for another 40 minutes.

Today the 4:55 bus drove right by me, even though I was at the stop. The next bus at that stop was at 7:45, so I hauled ass, again, to the other stop. I was 40 minutes early for the next bus, so I went and had some dinner, and came out of the restaurant to see the bus I was waiting for go by, 20 minutes early!. So I stood at the bus stop for 40 minutes without moving, because I was damned if I was going to miss another bus!

However, the weekday commutes seem fine, and I just think I have to learn how to manage the weekend stuff. I wish that the bus literature and signage was more explanatory, since there aren't a lot of people at every stop. For example, I think that telling you the side of thestreet you should be on would be great. Or even signes telling you the number of the busses that stopped at each stop. Also, I am the only non-elderly or disabled white person on the bus most of the time, until I get near the University. I don't mind, but no one wants to sit with me, because I am Other

I hope everything is going well for everyone else, especially Kat and the babies, and anyone else in need of good thoughts.

Thankfully, telling my parents I would be dating guys before I did anything more than chaste moviegoing worked wonders for dispelling their curiousity about my love life. I've never been pressed for a single detail, and they've taken to huffily stamping out other relatives' questions about settling down for me—I think they're kind of mad about the imagined reaction to explaining that I'm not legally allowed to marry. (Mom and Dad are the sole liberal couple out of a huge family of Southern conservative fundamentalists. And had to drag the rest of the family kicking and screaming into the 20th century over my cousin's interracial marriage.)

Can, or should?

Should, if you want me to be happy.

while the chicken itself is actually very good and tasty, the bag leaked, and I don't think the cookie sheet I put it on is saveable.

Yikes. I hate things like that.

So I stood at the bus stop for 40 minutes without moving, because I was damned if I was going to miss another bus!

Oh, that bites like a horrible bitey thing. At least the weekdays are good so far.

ita, that looks great.

I considered picking up hair color today, but decided not to tax Franny's patience. I think I want to go a bit lighter next time, and was bummed that the Garnier I bought last time doesn't seem to have the same tone in one shade lighter. Ah well. I'm bound to find it eventually.

I need to go read bedtime books. bye.

Another good day of Scolapalooza! I was downtown for an early rehearsal so I met Tom for lunch. Then brenda and SailAweigh joined us for an afternoon of jaunting. I wish I'd had my camera with me as Mr. Scola and I parted, standing on opposite train platforms with the tracks separating us.

Thanks guys.

It should be funny unveiling it at krav tomorrow. I keep touching my hair, as if I can feel a difference in hue. And then I get caught up in how much softer it's been lately. Which is just weird.

Thirty eight years old, Cindy, and feeling every minute of it right now. I think it's time for another muscle relaxant and the icing I've been putting off for days.

Maybe I'll pour yoghurt on berries and add some cereal again, while watching crap TV. That should take a little bit of the dge off the cold so near to my core.

ita, love the burgundy! Nice look on you.

Kat, if the invite's still open, I'd love Noah&Grace updates! I'm zenkitty_714 on LJ.

Today someone (who likes me, even!) mentioned that the grey in my hair was really showing. I stared hard at the top of his head until he started to stammer. I don't care if the grey shows. ... The hell. I bought more dye on the way home.

Seat belts, always. Hate the damn things, they never sit where they're supposed to, I'm too tall and my boobs are too big (in relation to a crash-test dummy, I guess) and they rub my neck, but I feel too vulnerable if they're not buckled.

I don't like bagels at all. Dunkin Donuts makes better coffee than Starbucks. It makes me angry when I have to put in a full 8 hours work on a Saturday and still don't get half done that I needed to. I'm currently using an antihistamine, a decongestant, and a BreatheRight strip, and I still can't breathe through my nose. These are the things I've discovered today.

Stock is made. Now there are like 12 tupperware things in the fridge. We had to resort to plastic cups toward the end there.