Friday, March 27, 2009

allow me to wallow in self pity for a moment.

March.

1. My dog died.
2. That very same night, my ex from 14 years ago contacted me. This is not a happy reunion moment, as my ex is batshit crazy and used to beat me up on a regular basis until I finally got away. I’ve gone through tremendous pains to hide from this individual, and hey! He found me again! Woo!
3. I took a trip out West to visit family, and my mother spent 5 entire days beating me down with extreme verbal abuse. This has led me to have the worst self-esteem I’ve had since I was with the ex from 14 years ago. I will soon snap out of it, but damn I feel like shit right now. Thank you, Mothra.
4. Since I got back, I’ve been sleepwalking, and therefore not getting enough rest.
5. Yesterday the company I work for issued a mandatory 15% pay cut. I was given the option of filing an exception, which I did, as I already took a pay cut in the past year. This means that my name is now going on a Black List, my fate to be reviewed by a committee, and I should hear soon if the Powers That Be decide if I’m worth it to keep around at my current pay, which is already extremely low without the 15% pay cut.
6. The month isn’t even over yet. This is a silent prayer that nothing else of major interest, whether it be total rapture or holding hands with Satan, takes place. I cannot deal with any more drama.

I might blog about food again sometime really soon, but it won’t be today. Sorry to disappoint. Please check back again sometime soon. Thanks for listening.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

a short break.

i just wanted to let you know that i'll be taking a break from blogging for a bit. my beloved 9 year old american bulldog pup passed away in my arms yesterday after suffering from a seizure. it was quick and painless for her, although right now i feel like i've died inside. the house has never felt so empty.

we will be eating and cooking around here because after all life goes on, does it not? i'm just not feeling that passionate about anything right now, and certainly not passionate enough to blog about anything food-related. i guess this is what it must feel like to get hit by a truck.

regular blogging will resume eventually. in the meantime, i feel better knowing that she's in doggie heaven chasing chipmunks and squirrels, and has hopefully caught one for once.

miss you, Mrs P.


Saturday, March 7, 2009

is it 5 pm yet? i need a nap.

text this morning to the boy while driving my slightly-hungover-going-on-4.5-hours-of-sleep-ass through the Chick-fil-a drive through.

me: do hash browns qualify as fries?
the boy: Nah.


technically they are potatoes, and technically they are fried, but since they dont look remotely like frites, i let it slide. just this one time. because i'm slightly hungover and going on 4.5 hours of sleep today. i blame the mai tais at trader vic's last night, and the good company of some old buddies of mine from Old Big Corporate.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

fries shmies.

Conversation over dinner last night at the 5.

The boy: these fries are pedestrian at best.
Me: you’re just saying that to make me feel better about not eating fries, aren’t you. *sigh*
The boy: yeaaaah.... They’re really good.
Me: Can I smell them? (smells fries). Wah! I want fries! waaaaaaaah.
The boy: you just had to go giving them up for Lent, didn’t you? They’re perfectly crispy and tasty.
Me: damn you!

5 minutes later.

The boy: did you know that fries dipped in ketchup are awesome?
Me: yes. Now be quiet and let me smell them.
The boy: oh man, you should try them dipped in this demi-glace. Oh wait, you can’t! hahhahaah! Did you know that fries dipped in demi are awesome?
Me: I’m going to stab you in the neck with this fork.