I went to my meeting today, expecting to be rewarded with Girl Scout Cookies, and she was a no-show.
boo-hoo
I can't imagine what evil thing I could have done to deserve such treatment!
Oh, stop by Barilla and get your Free* Celebrity Italian Table Cookbook, with recipes that were created by Mario Batalli with inspiration from various celebs like Stanley Tucci, Marisa Tomei, Debra Messing, Natalie Portman and Chris Daughtry.
You have to download it & print it yourself, but it doesn't cost a thing, AND Barilla donates a buck to America's Second Harvest. Sounds like a pretty good deal to me--especially since they have an option to donate locally.
The real upside is that you'll know what to cook the next time Stanely or Marisa is in town!
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I am cold.
I am pretty much done with cold, it is officially on my nerves.
I would much rather be sitting here with my laptop than the cold, very messy offic
e where I am now.
I find my self looking through the Sundance Catalog longingly at clothes like this
or this
I also like this one & it's on sale
--as is this one
Somehow I found myself on Ebay, bidding on this scarf. It looks springy and bright, but I don't think I want to increase my bid any higher, so I'll probably end up with out it.
I blame the blogs.
Today it started with a trip to Apartment Therapy to look at "the amazing bookshelf staircase" so I started looking around and there was a picture of these Ranunculus. 
Flowers along with the seed catalogs--especially this one have got me ready for longer, warmer days. (Holly, if you are out there, definitely check out that catalog, yum!)
I am also ready to spend time on the grill. That started last night when dinner was cooked on the grill, because I'm slightly sadistic and like to shove a beer can up the chick's posterior and let it steam from the inside out. With my special blend of herbs and spices (so secret, I don't even know what is in there) it was the tasty main course along with some Fettucine More-Kiki-Than-Alfred-o (more secret ingredients :) ).
Alas, spring is not close enough, but will be here when she is good & ready, so I will continue to wait.
At least I can play in the mud all year round!
They have language courses on the BBC (in case I get bored with the other free courses I've looked at) but I was happy to note that they have "Cool Italian" so I can learn some catch new phrases.
I'm not sure I would have realized that Bleah! means Yuk! or that Mmmmm! means doubtful, you don't really believe what someone is telling you and Aha! is Oh, I see! (Your voice needs to start low, go high and back down again in one uninterrupted sound.) I hope I don't need this one
Ufff! Pronounced "Oooffarh!". When you're fed up, tired, bored.
I'll try to remember this when I'm shopping: Credi che sia a ieri? -Do you think I was born yesterday and hope I don't hear this Ti prendo a sberle (I'll give you a good slapping).
Merda! That is a lot to remember
Ya know, there has been a lot of talk about torture lately. Specifically, Waterboarding, I can't figure out why there was a debate: it is cruel & inhumane and definitely torture. But there is another form of torture out there that hasn't been discussed. No congressional hearings, no vocal debates, but I'm sure if it were happening to you, you would agree: TORTURE!
I'm talking about the practice of withholding Girl Scout Cookies.
You try to be a good person and do the right thing.
Back in January a friend sends an innocent enough email, "Hey, my adorable cherub-like daughter is selling some cookies. Would you like to order some from her?"
Of course I would. Who doesn't want to support these girls as they learn about the entrepreneurial spirit. They learn life skills like goal setting, money management, and teamwork. I want to support this American tradition, so I say count me in!
At the end of January, the email I'd hoped for came:
I woke up on Thursday with the worst sinus headache I've had in years. I was slightly nauseated, it hurt to blink and I thought the front of my head was going to explode. HP was sweet enough to offer to go out to get me some sort of a cure, but since it was also the day of a a job interview, I needed to go myself because I had to get the right size and color of pantyhose. I don't know what that is to tell him, I just have to find it. So at shortly after 7:00 am dressed in a style known as early-sick-house-wife-with-no-concept-of-what-she-had-put-on, I left the house to run to the drugstore a couple blocks away. Since this drugstore is not in the best of neighborhoods (certainly not the lily-white suburbs) they had steel gates down at 7:00 am. Ok, surely the one on the "Fifth Street Highway" would be open so people on their way to work could get their remedy. Nope. OK, the almighty K-Mart? Not until 8. While I considered pounding my head into the steering wheel, I did not think that was the solution. Since I have found that Advil Cold & Sinus is pretty much a sure-fire reliever I had to go somewhere with a pharmacy or at least a well stocked service desk to buy it, lest I stock up and start a meth lab in my basement. Next stop the low-self-esteem Giant. It's not a bad store, just doesn't quite take care of itself the way it should. (It's near a college & on the edge of town and they don't quite gear themselves towards higher end customers) I went to the service desk, but no one was around. So I went over to the pantyhose, looked at the 8 shades of black until my eyes crossed, grabbed a pair and hit the cold aisle in hopes that they would have the little card that said I needed the service desk so I could at least ask a cashier. Of course they didn't. I found a manager on the phone near the service desk. He had no idea what I was talking about in regards to cold medicines. He fetched the store accountant from behind the magic door and she was able to open the super secret cache of Pseudoephedrine filled drugs. No advil cold & sinus. (Why stock a large selection if no one can find it???) So I tried the Aleve cold & sinus (with the required Pseudoephedrine), showed my ID, signed a form, and promised not to start a meth lab. I also grabbed a new Tylenol product that doesn't have all the speed in it (it has Phenylephrine instead. I don't know what that is). So I grabbed my drugs & hose & got in the car to go home. By that time the CVS was open.
Please tell me why it is harder to buy this sinus relief than is is to buy cigarettes? Cigarettes are more addictive than Meth (or heroin or cocaine or alcohol or PCP or pot ) but any one can get a pack any time of day, but wake up with a sinus headache and you are in big trouble!
So now I'm suffering through a sinus thing. I don't know what it really is, but my ears are a little clogged and I've got the post-nasal drip. I'm trying the Tylenol medication, hoping it will do the trick, but right now my ears are clogged & I've got post nasal drip. I don't think I'll sell my pseudoephedrine on the black market just yet.
Oh and the job interview? Well general nerves of a job interview combined with the pseudoephedrine jitters got me a little wired, but I had a 2 hour drive to calm down (or get aggravated as I hit city traffic). I went in confident, I spoke the language, I knew the organization and some of the competition. HP was very sweet, he made me breakfast (an omelet with goat cheese) and gave me a back rub before I left and he made dinner that night(note to self: always interview on days that he is working from home). I felt pretty good about it, but now it's up to them...
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