I just...I just...my brain...
Now, really, I've no idea why it is that I love that song. I mean the original, Sir Mix-a-lot version. probably something to do with careening around suburban streets in Alexis's jeep with Kendra and Katie on our way to track meets, and spending ridiculous amounts of time waiting for the 4x4 to finally be over so we could pile into the bus (it was rare that we could actually drive to a meet, but always memorable) and go home. or sitting, freezing, in early march minnesota weather at the Minnetonka High track waiting for the stupid cro-magnon lecherous man leading our half the track meet to finish finals and let us into the nice warm bus....where all the runners, the precious, delicate, fragile runners, had been waiting for the past hour. at least. oh, some of our good friends (mostly high jumpers and pole vaulters) stuck it out with us, but we knew where us poor throwers stood in line.
sorry. rant snuck up on me.
anyway. at least it's restarted my brain, although now I have images of the pirates cast from senior year singing baby got back stuck in my head.
I've reached a milestone.
no, it's not a real job, although I'm working on it.
no, it's not that I finally got up off my arse and have a steady workout schedule that is more than sporadic runs and hypothermic bike rides.
I have just created...well, am in the process of creating...my first ever on-my-own clean-out-the-refrigerator Marit Surprise.
copious amounts of turkey, (which barely made a dent in the supply...)
sweet mayan onion, whatever that was
red curry powder
garlic and onion powder
rice wine vinegar
mae ploy sauce
...and has been burbling away in the crockpot since 1400.
also, I'm glad The Boy wasn't in evidence when I was cooking, because I learned on the RCS that, for some things, mold or gooshy bits don't really matter. you just cut them off, pretend momentary amnesia, look at the non gooshy bits, and if you can't tell you just cut off gooshy bits, it's good to eat.
if that's just grossing you out, I have no apologies to you. remember the Dirt article?
of course you do. if you don't, well then clicky!
I've come down with Second Mitten Syndrome. Halfway...no...actually...1/3 of the way...through the hemming row of T4. oh. god. now I know why some knitbloggers refuse to knit hems. it's mind numbing, but god forbid you do anything else at the same time, cause you can't.
- the scarf is getting relegated to 'too much brain hurty' for now.