Tuesday, July 3, 2007

randoms

  • While cooking dinner today, the very tip of my toe itched for no apparent reason. It was like an eye twitch, or Restless Toe Syndrome. Very peculiar.

  • I've been in an off-and-on bad mood for the past two days, for no reason. Around the dogs in particular, I feel like Miss Hannigan. Except that I can't get drunk. I just need my space, man. Back the eff off.

  • It's taken me many, many years to properly appreciate fireworks, particularly the sudden-noise aspect. I do like them. I appreciate a good celebration. But may I say, weeklong fireworks shenanigans around the neighborhood, with a molar-teething daughter who has trouble falling asleep anyway? Not cool.

  • I've been upping my effort as of late to drink the water, eat the fruits and vegetables, and so far, pretty good. Current vice remains double-stuf oreos, but why fight it. They're way too darn tasty.

  • I have not, however, exercised one iota, unless one counts continuously picking up 25-lb baby throughout the day. Okay, that counts. I've gained 21 pounds so far, but overall I don't feel like feasting is the free-for-all it was last pregnancy. And my muscles aren't as mushy. I consider this all progress.

  • One of my tomato plants, a Roma, is producing tomatoes that are all half-formed, half-rotted. Even before they turn red, they don't look good, the bottoms are all flat, dry, and black. All the other plants are fine. Thoughts or advice from the masses?

  • I'm not sure I want to see Pirates 3 now that I've read Ashley's post. At least, maybe not in the theater. Sounds kind of lame, which is just so unfortunate. But, thanks for the warning.

  • My efforts to become a Sneaky Chef are a mixed bag. Success with the carrots and sweet potatoes in tomato sauce, couldn't tell a thing had changed. Not so much with the brownies, whose ingredients I'm slightly mortified to share. Honestly, taste-wise, you cannot tell a thing is different. Texture-wise, it's not that they're a bad texture; in fact, they cut exceptionally well, and have a lovely little sponge-like bounce to them. But the crackle-top you usually get from a box brownie mix is entirely, tragically, absent. And I just don't know if I can sacrifice it in the future. Doctored meals may have to be enough, while changing up snacks and sweets might very well be madness, crossing all sorts of sacred lines.

Happy Fourth, everyone! Since everyone around ILM is LAME (including us), and is not hosting a party, we're going to H-borough. So, bye until Thursday. Mendacious, will you be home yet???

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

My Roma tomatoes have the same issues. Although I find them this way when they're red... maybe they're like this before they turn-- I just don't pay the green ones any attention. Sometimes I think it's because they hang too low to the ground or too close to each other? Or bugs? Birds? Not all of them are rotte-bottoms, just some. I just pluck them and throw them over the fence into my mean neighbor's yard. So at least they're good for that.

penelope said...

My parents said it's tomato blight, not contagious to the other plants. Just that plant is not getting enough water or whatever it needs that the other plants are getting. But I like the idea of throwing them into a mean neighbor's yard. Maybe I should save them up for the local hoodlums, I could be the crazy pregnant lady who throws rotten tomatoes at you from the porch.

Anonymous said...

I meant "blossom end-rot," not tomato blight. It used to happen sometimes to my squash/zucchini, too.

Anonymous said...

Storytelling did tend to take a backseat to fighting and visual effects in Pirates, but, eh, it's Pirates. (And Orlando Bloom looks good at the end when they finally take his hair out of a ponytail...)

Still, if it's good enough for a million sequels, each movie ought to be good enough for its own story. I mean, pirates have a lot of different adventures, right?

ashley said...

I just want to say, a week later and I'm still mad about Pirates. I had no idea I'd be so hacked off about a bad ending.