Friday, April 18, 2008

So I can be bossy.

Anybody who knows me knows that I am bossy. Not as bossy as my sister (tee hee!) but bossy all the same. Not that this is new to any one of you readers, but I just wanted to preface by saying it just in case there was doubt. Ahem. We have a lot of "equipment" as far as entertainment goes. No, not THAT kind of equipment! Are you trying to give my niece nightmares? She reads this blog! Sheesh. I am talking audio visual equipment. Lest you have visions of those gigantic reel-to-reel film projectors...or those VCR/TV sets bolted to a gigantic yet tippy cart from your school days, keep in mind the terms have not changed but the equipment has ROFL. We have a TV, a VCR/DVD combo player, a DVD player/recorder, and a satellite box. All hooked up to a surround sound (okay, so it is missing a few speakers) stereo. Now, before anybody out there in internet land decides to come clean us out of said equipment let me voice that NONE of this stuff is new, NONE of this stuff is top of the line, and frankly, NONE of it is worth stealing. Trust me. We don't have a single thing that would rise the interest of even the most basic tech nerdie. But for all intents and purposes, it should be a pretty sweet setup considering the room is the size of a postage stamp. Right? Well, that would assume that all those things are set up and connected and stuff. We know what happens when one assumes, don't we? For months I have not been able to use any of this stuff because it is not set up correctly and DH doesn't seem to know how to set it up(nor have the gumption to try). Now mind you, if HE wants to watch a movie or record something he goes ahead and disconnects what DOES work and does his little thing then galavants off, leaving the rest of us sitting in front of a pile of reflective plastic. And half the time he complains he doesn't know how to redo what he undid to get that little bit of function back. I finally had ENOUGH. I was asked to record something and I PVR'd it, but wanted to put it to DVD and there is no good reason why we can't be using that damn DVD recorder. This was the reason he bought it, and damned if we aren't ever going to use it. Basically I bossed him into redoing the connections today. Now, have you ever thought something was quite simple and somebody else did not see it that way and you were frustrated beyond belief? And that person would not take a suggestion that would surely set the whole deal straight and you wanted to throttle them? Yeah. If I make a suggestion to DH, no matter how sensible, he CAN NOT try it out of some twisted sort of game where he punishes me by not trying my suggestion that will surely work until I try to kill him. Then he angrily tries it just to show me how wrong I am, and of course it works. At this point he either sheepishly admits I was right but it WOULDN'T have worked if he hadn't spent four hours doing that other stuff beforehand, or tries to claim I never told him anything and he thought of it all by himself. Now, I don't care about the credit as long as the task is completed. Really, I don't. But why can't we skip the hours of arguing and the aneurysms and the high blood pressure and the death threats, and have him just go ahead and try my suggestion from the start. After all, I must have a REASON to make such a suggestion. And I don't think of myself as a stupid person. I do have SOME technical ability, seeing as, I am/was in the IT field. I think I might be able to follow inputs and outputs - especially since they are colour coded. Another example. Yesterday we needed the bicycle pump. He had just used it to pump up the yoga ball, but now it was nowhere to be found. I suggested he look under the couch. "It wouldn't be there, I put it right next to my chair". He searched the room (minus under the couch). He searched the office. He searched the basement, the kitchen, the laundry room, and the bedroom. There was swearing, accusations of hiding the pump on purpose as some sort of cruel joke, and so on. Finally he decided the pump had never actually existed and was only a figment of our imagination, then sat down to have a coffee. I said - in my extremely tired and fed up mother voice - PLEASE look under the couch. Guess where it was? Now, how did I know it was there? Did I put it there? Not at all. But DH and DD have a habit of sitting/using the area in front of the TV. Anything in the way of their current activity is shoved to the side. LOTS of things end up under the couch. 9 lost items out of 10 in that room are found under the couch. Very scientific of me to learn from past experience, eh? His rule of stubborness is what kept him from looking under the couch before I gave him the hairy eyeball. Even if he KNEW the pump was under there, no way was he gonna look because I was the one who said it. One time, at work, I was exasperated about not being granted a request ONCE AGAIN knowing full well that in the end it was the only way out. I stood up in a meeting with some very very high up people and said "Look. Can we just skip all this and just do it? Because we all know I am going to get what I want eventually. I just don't feel like wasting a month because I have vacation time booked. What do you say?". And guess who's request was granted after all? Bwa ha ha haaaaaa! Bossy. Bossy bossy bossy. And I wouldn't have me be any other way ;).

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Mmmm Mmmmm carrot cake!

Years ago I made my first carrot cake using a recipe from one of Mom's cookbooks. It was to DIE for. I never knew that was what carrot cake tasted like! Sweet, a bit of spice, and a sort of creamy aftertaste. Yum yum. Being as there is a LOT of oil and sugar in carrot cake, I do not make it often. Maybe once every ten years LOL. But I do love this recipe. Once in a while I try it if I see it (at events like showers, or in restaurants, that sort of thing) but it is never as good. Usually it is so moist that it is sodden, way too sweet, and *shudders* has hidden raisins. Plus I prefer it unfrosted - never got a taste for that cream cheese icing most people slap on top. I decided to make it yesterday. I figured I would cut it into servings and wrap it, so DD can eat it for snacks and take it in her lunch box. Yes, there is a lot of oil. Yes there is a lot of sugar. But there are also carrots and pineapple so I have to believe there are SOME vitamins and fiber as well. Even so, I found I just could NOT make myself use the original amounts of oil and sugar after all, and halved them both. It is still very good. I overbaked it (duh, never adjusted the time considering the change in ingredients) but I can tell that next time - and there will be a next time - it will be perfect after a shorter bake time. It isn't there yet, but I am working on adding it as a recipe in my recipe links. And I have also decided to go ahead and post the "no knead" bread recipe. I generally wouldn't post what I consider to be copyrighted recipes (for example, if you need to buy a magazine or book to get it, or it requires a paid subscription to an online site) but since the one is not really available any more - and it is just TOO good to die - and the other has been published just about everywhere including newspapers....well, what could it hurt. Look for them in the next coming days, in case I don't get to finish it today. DH is on afternoons so bugs me all day, and DD comes home soon after he leaves and bugs me all evening. In between Ruby bullies me and the cats do their "pay attention to me" song and dance. Things take long in Dances land. Is there anybody else in the universe that LIKES shredded wheat? Not even the ones that are frosted on one side. Just the plain squares. I prefer the LITTLE squares because they taste toasty to me. And I just tried the ones that include bran and they are really good. I like them with milk and blueberries (or just a bit of sugar). But I also like to eat them dry - maybe with a cup of tea on the side. The best? Stale raisins (meaning chewy. I cannot eat a soft raisin without gagging unless it is in our family raisin bread) and plain spoon-size shredded wheat squares. You take one or two raisins and chew them up with a square. The crunchiness of the square hides the texture of the raisin and the moisture and sweetness of the raisin makes it possible to eat the shredded wheat dry and not choke to death. Good stuff. DH and DD think I have lost my mind. They claimed, after trying a square straight - that it sucked all the moisture out of their heads and almost killed them. Amateurs. Okay. All of this posting about food has made me hungry. Off to eat lunch! Something incredibly exciting like leftover rice and veggies. Sigh. Somebody make me a brie and spinach panini and deliver it, with a cup of homemade soup. 'Kay?

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

I broke a bit of history

Sort of. I opened a cupboard and something fell out (a mini muffin pan that is kid sized) and smashed an antique blue glass canning jar. I LOVED that jar. It was the kind with a bubble lid that is held on with a wire bale. The glass was very thick and sort of wavy - like it was hand crafted. Every summer since I bought it I have made fridge pickles in there. I have also used it many times to make and store home made yogurt. I loved loved loved it. The place where the pan hit it shattered, almost powdered. And many large splinters came off. When trying to pick it up to assess the damage, a huge spike of glass poked my finger. I didn't even see it! The cut was small, but deep. Not stitches deep or anything. But it bled for more than three hours. Every time I thought it was done bleeding and looked dried up, it would start again unexpectedly. One time I didn't even realize it until DD pointed out blood drops on the floor! Dh was a bit freaked out (there was a LOT of blood from a small cut) and checked it over for me to make sure there was no glass left in it. He also washed it with soap and poured on some peroxide. We just watched the ER we taped last week, I guess he was feeling doctorish LOLOL. I paid an embarassing amount of money for that canning jar (that had no real collectible value, BTW) but I fell in love with it the moment I set eyes on it's glistening shape in an antique store. The colour was stunning, the uneven glass was endearing, and the trapped bubbles in it's sides and bottom caught the light in a delightful way. Yes, I am waxing poetic about a canning jar ROFL. But now it is gone. Too bad. So sad. Sigh. That is all for today because my finger is sore LOL.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Yeah. About those socks.

Not gonna happen, my friends. I made it halfway up the heel flap whilst in great pain and practically crying when my DH yelled "WHY ARE YOU DOING IT THAT WAY THEN?". And he had a point. See, circular needles are two needle points connected by some sort of cable. In general, shorter circs have to have a shorter needle at both ends to gain the flexibility needed to gain access to the stitches and comfortably make a circle of knitting. The problem with that is there is less needle for me to use for leverage, and I tend to want to grasp at the cable. I am forced to work closer to the needle points, using brute strength to push through and manhandle the stitches. Not so good. Within minutes my hands are sore, my arms are fatigued, and I am exhausted. Frankly, two socks on two circs was just too fiddly. Between the sore hands and the tangling yarn and the flippiness and constant finagling it was all just too much for me. So off the needles the socks came, and will later be frogged back and rolled up and considered a life lesson. If you can't continue to use polite language when working at a craft, then maybe it is not the choice for you ;). I never flung them, but mostly because I was afraid to cause yet another tangle. No, this method is surely not for me. Oh well. Ruby is still feeling better. So much better that she is a force to be reckoned with. We are afraid to make eye contact lest she bully us into a game of "tug and snot" with one of her toys. More than once I have woke from a dead sleep to find a wet squirrel on my face and a bug-eyed piglet staring at me in anticipation. If you try to ignore her you get "the bark of death". It is more of a HUFF than a bark, but she spits at the same time. Diabolical. We still have to keep an eye on her. The antibiotic shot only works so long and we have to be on the watch for a recurring infection. So far so good. I planned on taking some pictures, but the batteries from my camera have disappeared. They are the good rechargeable ones that keep the charge for a long time. It seems a certain person noticed that a certain lightsaber was getting weak, and tried to charge the batteries but they were at their end and needed new ones. And it seems that a couple of nights ago the same lightsaber was used to harass the child and the dog and the wife for a bit. Suspicious, yes? I think we have a battery thief in the house masquarading as a Jedi. Those darn sith lords. You just can't trust them at ALL.