Mmm, both Barb's and meara's meals sound yummy. We had a staple meal around these parts, salmon (poached in the microwave, easy peasy), brown rice, and salad.

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I really wanted the pumpkin (or squash?) ravioli I saw the other day, but they keep not having it when I'm actually willing to buy it.

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That one is good too, meara. Kinda sweet for me, but my son snarfed it, so I'll be buying it again.

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I need to go to TJ's when I'm well.

I went to one of your TJ's when I met Nicole in Seattle. It was fun to browse a new one!

I really wanted the pumpkin (or squash?) ravioli I saw the other day

At TJ's?!?!?! I haven't seen my local carry it in a while. It's def on the sweet side but I serve it in a brown butter and frizzled sage so it's the only sweetish part. Is nom. Want to but much so I can keep some in my freezer.

I just woke a sleeping cat because I was hearing whalesong noises. I have no idea what I was going to do if the noises were not the sleeping cat but thankfully they were.

Maybe I'd have gone to war against the sky whale outside. It's a mystery.

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Ugh. I slept for a while, and still feeling really sick. Really can't afford to be sick right now.

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Despite how backwards your life seems to have gone Spidra , I keep seeing things that say you are still going forward.

Thanks, beth. It's been a very very trying time and my depression isn't helping. But I'm trying to force myself to move forward so that I can eventually do enough VO and music work to get myself the hell out of here.

GarageBand has lost sight of most of my loops so it looks like I will have to do cheezy acapella vocal effects to imitate what I was going for. I can't beatbox for shit.

I hope you feel better soon, Hil.

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I feel for all the sickies out there. I had a weird shoulder thing last week, finally went to the dr., got some meds, and the shoulder pain was lessening...and then I got a horrible cold and/or sinus infection that had me in bed with Kleenex and tea for 3 days.

I feel better today, but Dan came home early (which he NEVER does) and lay on the couch watching Eureka past seasons.

Much -ma to amyth and Anne.

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These days I make all dinners in a crockpot. Allows me to cook dinner every other day. Some are mediocre. My last nom result was not-quite-Wedding-Soup:

Pork, chicken, chickpeas, onions, zucchini, sweet peppers, Anaheim Chiles, tomatoes, garlic, salt, pepper, marjoram, sweet basil, Thyme, olive oil, wine, honey, lemon juice. Just put in crockpot for 4 or 5 hours on high. Added a quarter cup whole wheat pasta during last 45 minutes to sop up the excess liquid and to contrast with chickpeas. No muss. No fuss. And screw 5 or fewer ingredients.

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I want Vortex to be my advocate too, Barb's book to get awesome wicked sales for the awesomeness it is, Seska's life, mostly academic life, to get back on the right track for she is brilliant and deserves the recognition, tons of ~ma's to amyth and her family, more ~ma to Ginger, Scrappy to get the job, P-C's family to get a clue and P-C's awesome brother to get a hi-five from me, baby~ma to Cash's sister, ~ma to Anne's family, ~ma to smonster, ~ma to anyone else I neglected lately and also to have the slightest clue when Thanksgiving is, because you guys sure talk about it a lot lately (it's alright: I can Google. I'm just sharing with you my obliviousness). I'm not sure about my opinions with regarding to the queen's Facebook fanpage, but since Facebook is evil... I guess there's a reason to it.

I'd also like to have a time machine, to get into it and tell my past self to go and have a go with the dude who has a very special super power. You see, said dude, who went to high school with me and he is a terrific human being, also knows, every single time, exactly how and if I'd like to be hugged in a split second. Yesterday I met him for the first time after seven years, and once again, he knew. Without asking, without anything. Since I forgot this tiny thing about him, I was surprised again to how good and comfortable he can make me feel in a split second. I don't know how, but he just knows.

Now, I didn't think of him any other than a really great friend for three or four years. Given the information I just gave you, can someone please launch himself into a time machine and tell me to go and try something romantic with the guy (I'm sure self in the delicate age of 17 would remain clueless, and yet - worth the chance), as he reads my mind before I even know what I want? Because hell, if these are just the hugs, I'm sure that sex under these circumstances would be incredible.

And yes, that's one hell of a super power to have.

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wow! What a drive-by-Meara that was from Shir! Thanksgiving is the 25th. Most folks also get the 26th off from work.

She went on a rant about how Barack Obama (complete with slapping her hand on the table with each syllable) is taking her hard earned money against her will.

It turns out that, completely unknown to me or any of our friends, she is a Teabagger and Anne Coulter fan.

I had this discussion with my Uncle. I said in a nice/inquisitive manner "I didn't realize you made over $250,000 net! That is awesome. You do realize that puts you in a class of 2% of Americans. And you do realize, that graduated income tax you despise so much only taxes at a higher rate the net income OVER the $250,000. Right?"

Which then spurred a whole "too much taxes is killing the jobs" rant. I pointed out that true growth comes from need, i.e. supply and demand. I don't care how much you make, if folks aren't demanding your product, you will not create jobs. If you want more demand, you need to decrease the taxes for those in your target group so they have more spending. That would be the folks who make less than $250,000. Unless you are a maker of luxury goods or something. When that demand increases, so will your net income, and thus that will help fund your new employee(s). But I don't buy the taxes over $250k killing jobs BS.

ION - I had the most delicious dessert tonight! The dinner was good too, but the dessert! I ate is slowly to savor it as long as possible. Thankfully the dinner conversation just kept going and going, so it was easy to do that. It was a Pumpkin Cheesecake at Maggianos (Italian restaurant... I think it's a small chain out here in CA). I described it like fireworks in my mouth. You take a bite, and you can feel the taste buds time release activation. First the pumpkin, then the cream, next the upper crust stuff (sorry, dunno what it was, pecan spread maybe?), and then the brown sugar/graham crust. I think. I'm not foodie enough to pick out ingredients. But oh my god it was delish! And the whipped cream on top was fab too. I usually don't care about whip cream. Doesn't do anything for me. But clearly this was not cool whip! MMmmm so heavenly.

OK, I need to get back to sleep.

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