Fates Worse Than Death...

I ripped off the title of a Kurt Vonnegut novel. BTAIM, here are a list of fates worse than death:

1) Being subjected to hours worth of "conversation" with a retiree who everyone was glad to see go. Think "About Schmidt"... the Jack Nicholson flick -- the part where he goes back to the office after retiring.

2) Eating Sushi and/or asparagus. Plus, asparagus and/or coffee pee.

3) Contemplating a future, alone. As in, a future of "alone-a-tude".

4) Warts

Okay, okay, warts aren't really that bad... but they do suck, right?

Anyways, number 1 is the only one that happened to me today. I have this nasty habit though, of walking the bane of my existance to the door and shuttling them off to lunch. Everyone knows I always walk home to lunch... so as this guy walked to the train-station, I doubled back around the building and took the foot-path to K Street for lunch. Hahahahaha.... It's fun to pretend that you're Sydney Bristow!!!

Just don't tell anyone I said so.

Peace.

Secret Agent X-9

Far From Home: The Cranberry Relish Saga (part I)

I am the sole purveyer of the Family Cranberry Relish recipe, from my generation. Grandpa Hubbard gave it to me on his death bed. Literally. Like a week before he died, he told me the secret ingredient.

See, my mom makes cranberry-orange relish, but it's not the same as Grandpa's Cranberry-? Relish. Sorry Mom: it just wasn't. And everyone knows it. So about 10 years ago when I got the recipe, I became the One to Make It.

The problem? To get the right consistency, one must use a meat grinder and NOT a blender or food processor to make the cranberries smaller. I haven't had a meat grinder in 10 years. But M.W. gave me his mixer a few weeks ago. IT HAS A MEAT GRINDER!!! Imagine the happitude and glee it gave me to know that this Thanksgiving, we'll have Grandpa Hubbard's Cranberry-? Relish!!!!

That was a few weeks ago. This is now. We're having our Turkey-day on Saturday, tomorrow. I just finished the Relish, but not without complications.

Suffice it to say for now, that no one was killed, no one went to the hospital. And there is an in-tact, servable portion of Cranberry-? Relish in the fridge. But that's all I can say..

Ha.

Dot.

Sunday-Night Must See Part 2: Run Fast, Run Far, And, Independence Day

Gray's Anatomy is now my favorite show. Not that I don't love DH, still... but one has to admit that Bree's problems would never happen in real life. Imagine if you will: a man forces a diamond ring on your hand and blows up your male friend's car when you dance with him. Ain't gonna happen in real life.

Meredith, on the other hand, is still smarting from her all-too-brief tryst with Derrick, while he looks to be having Sex with his Ex. My guess is... it's one last time "just to make sure"... By the end of the season, he'll leave Mrs. Dr. Sheppard for good.

Independence Day
As given by the lyrics to the chorus of the Martina McBride song
by the same name:

let freedom ring, let the white dove sing
let the whole world know that
Today is a day of reckoning
let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong
roll the stone away, make the guilty pay,
it’s independence day

Both M.W. and I share this date as our collective and respective days of Independence. It was a coincidence, but the retrospective of two years ago today was noted just a few days before the first posting of This Blog. I went into my details to a morbid degree... and some things were skated over in lieu of posting them to This Other Blog which is full of venom (my throat tastes like bile, just thinking about it), questioning, and self-and-ex-loathing.

Raise your glass and raise your voice -- Here's to women and men everywhere, whose lives have been hijacked from them by their alleged "significant other". Here's to their hurting and sad hearts, that they may find a way back to themselves (hopefully less painful than my route).

Peace,

Dot.

Grade A (plus)!

Usually, when M.W. kisses me, he jokingly gives me a "grade", like B- or C+, because he claims that if we keep practicing... someday we'll get it right. Hehehe... I kinda like it. But... as you might guess, sometimes it feels more like I can't do it right, can't make him happy, rather than an excuse for more "practice"...

Last night after dinner.... I asked how he felt. Since he has a Cold, I thought he'd say his night was an F. Instead, he pointed to his head and said F and then pointed to his heart and said A+...

An A+ for Dorothy!

[Grin]

Dunno how that happened.... but it makes me feel like all is at peace with the world.

Craving Rules!

Or, more appropriately: I am ruled by my cravings.

Last night, M.W. surprised me by braving Friday-night traffic and taking me out to dinner! I hadn't expected to encounter him again until this next Tuesday or Wednesday. I had mentioned craving chicken flautas really bad. He offered to bring me some from this restaurant near his place (almost 2 hours from my place). We went out to dinner at Chevy's instead.

On our table? Fire-roasted Salsa and Chips, Guacamole, Chicken Flautas, Beans, Rice, and Tortilla Soup (today, my typo said "Tortolla" but I'm not shure what Bahamas Soup would taste like... LOL). Oh.. and a CRAMBERRRY MARGARITA!!!

Then off to REI, where we decided to get my neice these for Christmas. I'm not sure about y'all, but when I was a kid growing up in Michigan... I wanted nothing more than to be "King of the Mountain" on a snow drift! As if that ever happened, unless I was on a sled.... And I wanted snowshoes so bad.

**sidebar**
Once, in grad school, I got chastized for italicizing a comma. Guess what? I, Dorothy, italicized only one comma in this sidebar. If you guess which one, then I'll stop hating my Prof. (I only thought of this, because at the end of the previous paragraph, I accidentally italicized the period. But you can't tell, right?)

So anyways, my Christmas Shopping will be finished by this evening. And I'll be eating Mexican Food for Lunch and Din-din.