I am a kitchen geek. I made this name up all by myself. I am a kitchen geek because I am not gay. If I were gay, then my kitchen behavior would be expected. Well, maybe. Gay men like cooking, don't they? I guess Emeril doesn't come off as gay, and my favorite chef, Jaime Oliver is married. Maybe not. I'm still a kitchen geek.
Last night we made sloppy joes. We chopped onions, peppers, garlic, tomatoes, and mushrooms and added them in. Also some cilantro and salt and pepper.
The night before we made spaghetti, only without tomato sauce. Instead it had halved cherry tomatoes, chopped fresh basil, and red wine vinegar and olive oil.
The night before that we went to Bed, Bath and Beyond and Williams Sonoma. I got pretty glass bottles with spouts like liquor bottles for the oil and vinegar. They look very nice on our kitchen counter. I also got a pyrex measuring bowl, Toasted Garlic Oil for dipping bread, and Peach Salsa which was fantastic.
I have decided to grow an herb garden. From what I've read, it's too late to plant garlic, but I want to grow my own herbs. I don't know the first thing about gardening though. I don't even know what the word perennial means. So I have some research to do. I just think it would be the coolest thing ever to go out to the garden to get my basil, chives, cilantro, garlic, maybe even onions, tomatoes (roma and cherry), bell peppers, thyme, rosemary, parsley, sage (isn't that a song?), etc. Any advice on gardening will be greatly appreciated.
I applied over the phone to get a loan from my bank to pay off my credit cards. I have a feeling I won't get it, but it's worth a shot.
I am the Pen Guy among my friends. Anytime anyone says "who has a pen?" they always look at me, because I'm always carrying a pen. I love cool pens. For the last five years, I've carried a pen which looks a little bit like this one:
The difference is that mine is a twist pen, not a cap pen. It looks much better than this one.
I originally bought the first one at Office Depot. I gave it to a guy (Erik) at a bar to write down my friend's phone number, and I was drunk enough that I forgot to get it back from him. This is a really bad situation because my pen goes along with my knife, my cellphone, and my watch. They stay with me at ALL TIMES. I'm UBER-ANAL about this. So losing my treasured pen was horrid.
Now I only know Erik from the bar. I run into him around town every six months or so (at the strangest places), and every time I do he tells me he still has my pen, but he never carries it with him because he doesn't want to lose it, so I never get it back from him. So I gave up on that one.
I couldn't find another one for nine months. This pen is a step away from nonexistent, even online. So when I finally found another one just like it, I was ecstatic. Then, not too long ago, I met a person (Sally) who knows a close friend of mine (Miah) and also knows the guy who had my pen (Erik). So she got him to give her the pen and she gave it to Miah and Miah gave it to me. So I got my pen back, THREE YEARS LATER, and now I have (almost) matching pens. One has a little different finish on it, and they are different brands (???) even though they are otherwise identical.
Now, while I was looking for an image of that pen, I found the masturbating pen. See the clitoral stimulator on the end there?
Speaking of knives, this is the knife I currently carry:
(The one on top)
It's a Benchmade Tsunami, combo-edge Tanto blade. It's on long-term loan from Miah.
And this is the knife I want:
I want the black blade one on top. It's a Benchmade Stryker, with a combo-edge Tanto blade. Good stuff.
I'm really worried about my little brother. Last summer he decided he wanted to join the Navy, so he took off and went to boot camp and now he's stationed on a ship in Norfolk. Between high school and the time he left, he didn't do a damn thing. He did about the same stuff I did at that age, which was stay up all night and sleep all day and have no money and make my parents pay for my car insurance and everything else and maybe hold a job now and then. So when he decided to do this, to go to the Navy, everyone was terribly proud of him. "What a change that will be for him," everyone said. "This will be so good for him." And it was. He's got a lot more discipline and everything now.
Only, shortly before Christmas, he let me in on a little secret: He's miserable. He hates it there. He is going to see if he can find a way to get out. This upsets me because I hate the idea that he's so unhappy. Of course I'm worried that if he does get out he'll go back to being a slacker, but I'd almost rather it be that way than for him to be there and miserable. He said he spends most of each paycheck getting drunk when he's not on duty. I told him that was really bad and that he needed to stop that. He said he knew, so at least that's a start. To top that all off, my dad just told me that he had a dream that my brother showed up at home, AWOL. I think my brother is smarter than that, but he hasn't told my parents that he wants out. He's really worried about everyone being disappointed in him, and I can understand that feeling. I hope everything works out for him.
Christian Life Center
I was raised being forced to go to a Baptist church by my parents. Around the ninth grade a concept developed in my mind which I dubbed "churchiness". People who are "churchy" do things at church that they wouldn't otherwise do. It's little stuff, mannerisms, ways of talking to people, the Fast and Important way that our preacher walked through the halls and down the aisles. Talking to people and then laughing even though no one said anything particularly funny. That's "churchy".
While I was going to that church, they added a huge section to the building consisting of a gymnasium including retractable basketball goals that folded up to the ceiling, a scoreboard, floor markings for basketball, volleyball, and AWANA (don't ask, it's totally churchy), full gym bathrooms with showers, and then a bunch of classrooms. Now, one consistent element of churchiness is that everything is very Important and Significant. We couldn't just call it the "gym" or the "new building". No, we had to name it. We named it the Family Life Center. See, that way we could refer to it by its initials. In the church bulletin (also very churchy) it would say "Ladies Applying Missions Personally (LAMP) will meet Tuesday morning in the FLC." Because FLC sounds much more important than "gym". And see, LAMP. Another Important-Sounding Acronym (ISA).
I was reminded of that this afternoon as we passed a church which had obviously added on to their building, and not only did they name the addition, they put a nice bronze plaque outside it. "Christian Life Center", it read. The CLC.
I can just see the proud announcement in the church bulletin when the building is dedicated and opened: "The Christian Life Center will be for living in a Christianly fashion. Feel free to practice un-Christianly life in other areas of the church or outside the building. Also, there will be no funerals held in this area of the church, as it is not the Christian Death Center."
Church is funny.