And the Apple Said No, No, No

Well f*ckaroo. I was a third of the way done with today’s post when MAC crapped out on me. As I’ve said before, I am SO not into blogging by phone, so I’ll finish my coffee and my string cheese and post today’s post tomorrow or Monday. I’ll have to clear that with MAC of course. Maybe bring him chocolate. Overpriced electronics like that sort of thing.

Unofficially Assuming Moving Mode

Dear Lord. I’ve been on the computer for like 3 hours already, including Skyping with ~h and updating my About the Blogger thing. What is this feeling I feel? Am I over the internet for today? This is new and unsettling. I don’t like it. Surely it’ll pass.

This isn’t going to be a terribly long or fulfilling post, as I’ve got lots to do today, and I feel like my butt’s about to fall asleep. I spent a good chunk of yesterday on here, recycling the Facebook page for my old blog into a page for this blog. I’m surprised and excited at the response it’s gotten already. I’m up about 15 fans, and some of them aren’t even friends and family members! And I had my first view from an internet search, so that’s something. (The thing said the term searched was “girl on diet”… don’t know if I’m relevant, but I’ll take what traffic I can get!)

Something I read this morning that I found interesting  was that John James Audubon’s book is going to auction today. I like books, I like illustrations of birds and I’m a big fan of anything having to so with this area, where Audubon is well known, so I thought that was pretty cool. I’d love to find some prints of his engravings somewhere on the cheap and frame them. They’d go phenomenally well in a log cabin.

But yeah, today I have to do some regular housework and also attempt to go through things and skim off the top. I’m going to state that this is “unofficial” in order to make myself feel very efficient that anything is getting done before it is “officially” time to actually get anything done. I’m very clever. Clearly.

Without wasting anymore time- and before my eyeballs melt out of my head Raiders of the Lost Ark-style from staring at this screen any longer- here is today’s to-do’s:

• Pick up kitchen
• Clean Francois’s cage
• Move Francois’s cage to wreck room
• Cuddle Francois
• Pick up living room
• Clean Shelby’s table
• Change Shelby’s linens
• Bag for donation or trash 10 things from Shelby’s room (don’t you dare have sympathy for her, or I’ll send it all to your house!)
• Laundry
• Unload dishwasher
• Reload dishwasher
• Decide what to make for supper/my vegan alternative and take meat out of freezer
• Eat something as soon as this is done because that full pot of coffee I had this morning is eatting through my internal organs

Have a wonderful day, y’all!

Playing Catch Up & Author Today

Busy, busy morning here in the the Badassery Household (yes, that is totally our real last name. It’s Lithuanian), so I’m getting off to a late start with today’s post. I may or may not have also gotten sidetracked at Happy Place.

Broth Watch 2012 is coming to an end today. The liquid is dark and rich, the bones are crumbly, and if I have to smell this f*cking broth anymore without being able to taste it I’m gonna flip my shit. And I’m pretty much out of containers to store it. All in all, I think this was a very well spent three days, as far as clear soup making goes. According to the originator of this recipe, it’s taken about $3 worth of electricity, but I’d have thrown out the roasted chicken bones and skin, and spent more than that on far less canned broth, so it’s worked out well.

I didn’t get everything on my list done yesterday because I ended up having to go see about septic permits in order to get electricity turned on at the cabin, go to the post office, etc. Therefore I’ll have to recycle a few things. I will however be lighting a fire under my own lovely derriere and am committed to finishing a short story today that I like very much. I may give a synopsis here when it’s done, but that’s it, as it is part of what I’d like to publish by the end of the year, and I really want your .99 cents for the digital download.

I know I’ve been going on and on about writing lately, but I just can’t help it. I love it. And I’m all fired up. Very seldom do I get fired up enough to actually act on it and continue to act on it, and that is how fired up I have been this week. I am so incredibly blessed to be surrounded with a concentrated group of truly talented individuals, and it’s very exciting. I feel like a pageant toddler on pixie stix, just all jazzed up and sparkly and ready to get stuff done! And get money. And maybe a crown. Totally a crown.

Why yes, yes I am wearing this to Wal-Mart.

In order to do all that though, I need to get this house picked up. For inspiration, I’ll be popping over to Lovely Living for a few minutes, a lovely little blog I’ve been following off and on for a couple of years and have always found motivational. (While fetching the link I glanced through today’s topic, which is emergency preparedness, although the correct name for it is Zombie Preparedness. It’s a common error.) So, here we go:

• Run vinegar through the coffee pot
• Remember to run clean water through the coffee pot
• Unload dishwasher
• Reload dishwasher
• Clean sink
• Wipe down stove
• Take out trash
• Clean counters
• Pick up general kitchen area
• Fake organize my computer area
• Pick up all the crap Dustin unloaded from his duty bag and left on the buffet
• Laundry, with an emphasis on uniforms
• Fold clothes
• Polish [until very shiny and award worthy] Survivor Girl [working title that I do not like for this story but am using because it's simple]

Let’s Get It Started In He-YAH!

Runnin’ runnin-in, runnin’ runnin-in…

Ok so after I typed that title I realized I actually hadn’t heard that song in a long time, other than in advertisements, so I had to go to YouTube and watch the video. It really is a fun song. Kinda makes me want to work out.

Love me some Jenna Marbles.
[Language Advisory] 

Now I’m back. Let’s get started, for real this time.

Hey you! Glad to see ya! Willkommen. So yesterday I was all talky and resolution-y and yada yada. Today I guess I have to put my scrub brush where my mouth is (ooo, that sounds dirty… but in a gross, fetishy way… never mind) and get to work. I spent a couple hours last night on this site reading about how this nice lady, Becky, takes care of her home. I like reading stuff like that. Much like Pinterest makes me feel like a painter-slash-sculptor-slash-interior designer-slash-literary scholar-slash-kitten enthusiast, reading about other people cleaning and organizing makes me feel cleaner and more organized. More on the cleaning and organizing in a little bit when I start my list.

Broth Watch 2012, as I have just named it, is still in full swing. This whole perpetual broth thing that I linked about yesterday has really been cool. Shelby loves it, and not only drank broth all day (although you’re supposed to let it cook for a day before consuming) yesterday, but had some for breakfast. I even filled a  go-mug with it last night when Dustin came home for a minute between jobs and sent it for him to sip on his way to work. He was skeptical about a mug of chicken water, but raved about it this morning. The liquid is much darker and more rich looking and smelling today, which is driving me crazy (why does chicken have to be a meat and therefore non-vegan?!?!). I put about a quart of it away in the fridge last night, replaced the water, and this morning took almost all the liguid out (still cooling on the counter pre-fridge) and replaced it. I poked a piece of remaining chicken with a fork, and it seems really tender, but not overly soft. I sure wanted to put it in my mouth. [A mini-resolution of sorts is to not say "That's what she said! Hi-oh!..." so much. I'm just so good at setting it up, it's become second nature. It's really hard... o.O ...... Dammit!] I’m kind of thinking about buying a smaller crock pot (used maybe? I like the idea, but who knows what people have been crocking in their pot…) and just doing a small chicken once a month. Chicken broth is good for you, and not that fattening (I assume, I haven’t actually put forth the effort to find out), so that might help me on the quest for bigger pants. Sipping some savory broth during the day sounds awesome.

I also wanted to sort of add an addendum to the resolution list. I want to update here regularly (big fat check mark for today!), but also work a lot more on my creative writing, my fiction projects. I hope to at least have one polished and finished by 12/21/12 so I can clutch it while the sky dragons rain fire down upon the Earth (isn’t that what’s supposed to happen?) while yelling “I did it! I finally finished a project!”.

“All 50,000 words! Single spaced! My legacy will li- wait…”

Either that or get it finished and sold to someone who is going to help me get it in the hands of hopefully many more someones. Or digitally release it myself, even if it is a pain in the butt and really labor-intensive. My beloved ~h is spectacular at motivating me and getting my creative juices flowing, as I am for her *pats self on back*, and this morning was a wonderful flow of ideas and humor for one of her fantastic ventures. Once I get this thing over and done with, I’ll try to make a few quick notes for her undertaking before continuing with my day. Even though it’s not getting anything done out of my striped notebook, it still makes me feel satisfied. Much like sex and pizza, the more creative you get, the more you want. Or something like that. I just wanted to make a sex reference. And a pizza one. Is vegan week over yet? F*ck.

Here is today’s list. I’m going to shoot for simple. I don’t want to heap too much on myself all at once, lest my inner teenager rebel, scream “You’re not my real me!” and lock herself in the bathroom. Although, really, if she cleans the tub while she’s in there, I don’t give a crap what she says.

•  Update Blog
• Clean and redo household calender (it’s still on September- isn’t that just ridiculous?)
• Pick up kitchen
• Unload dishwasher
• Reload dishwasher
• Clean counters
• Wipe down stove
• Take out trash
• Pick up living room
• Laundry
• Figure out where to put all the coats (I seriously never knew we had so many until everyone just started draping them over the chairs at the table)
• Clean coffee table
• Clean side table
• Pick up bedroom
• Change linens
• Shower
• Make-up
• Apply for electricity permit for new house (yeah, you need a Parish permit to get electricity turned on. Ridiculous…)
• Go to post office
• Fuel car
• Call school about boxes from cafeteria (totally forgot about this until just now! Thanks for reminding me, Me. I really need to do this)

And there you have it, the first chore list of the year from yours truly. Enjoy, and may you have a productive day [now that it's almost noon]!

Bring it, 2012!

Whew! Holiday Hiatus over. Bright, new, shiny year now firmly in place. What to write, what to write? Well. This time of year clings firmly to the cliched making of the Resolution List, and seeing as how I love me a good list, who am I to argue with convention? Except that my list will be way more awesome and articulate than most other ones. Apart from yours, of course. Yours is fantastic, too.

1. Go Vegan. For a week. – I started this approximately 30 hours ago, and it hasn’t gotten easier yet. As a Southern girl who can put away the weight of my child in cheese at a single sitting, this is a tough one. But I wanted to start the year off not only with a sort of “cleansey” type thing, but also to symbolize, at least to myself, that I am tough enough to pull myself through whatever tough stuff comes my way this year. And that I am  also apparently some sort of dairy masochist deep down inside. [I may or may not try to do a vegetarian week each month... I'm still deciding on that one...]
2. Do at least one thing I have Pinned on Pinterest each month.- This is a modest goal. I made it this way so that if I get a measly two things accomplished I can be all like “Look at me! I totally doubled my goal! I shall reward myself with a glass of wine.” (Although we all know I’ll have that glass of wine regardless.) To get this off with a bang, today I’m starting some broth from our leftover roasted chicken carcass. Mmm, carcass. I’ll have to wait until Monday to taste it though. : /
3. Reduce our constant clutter by one quarter.- We’re moving. Again. If you know anything about us, you know that in our house we like English Bulldogs, tattoos, books and moving before our milk has a chance to expire. I realized last year that we have LITERALLY never watched the season premiere of True Blood in the same house two years in a row. That blew my mind *explosion sound effect*. You’d think we’d be good at it. You’d think we’d have streamlined, living out of monochromatic Rubbermaid boxes and never falling in love with things we see at garage sales. You’d get laughed right out of this soon-to-be-old house. We have a lot of shit. Tons. Way too much. Dustin’s problem is he has issues and can’t pass up a good deal. My problem is I have issues and get way too attached to anything and everything. Shelby’s problem is she doesn’t have any issues yet, she’s just the only child of the family and is too cute not to own every toy ever made in all of everdom. And that was before we celebrated no less than five separate Christmases last month. I need to just roll up my sleeves, get a box of tissues and either trash or donate a lot of stuff. I’m tired of falling victim to that very familiar feeling of “f*ck it” once we’ve gotten almost everything packed, but I then have to go through Shelby’s artwork and all the crap inside the file cabinet and desk and then just say “f*ck it,” throw it all in boxes and go. We just lug this junk everywhere. Our new place is smaller by about a third, but it’s a beautiful log cabin with a great yard. I don’t want to ruin it’s rustic charm with crap no one has ever needed, just because I “might use it for a project” one day. I was actually really looking forward to getting a jump on this today (or at least drinking coffee and making a list of what I need to do), and while Dustin is at work, that evil, horrible, very bad, no good school of Shelby’s is out until tomorrow. Too late! Motivation lost! You’ll be seeing me on Hoarders: Louisiana Wilderness Edition.
4. Get Fit.- I know, I just totally blew your minds with that one. Such originality! Gag. I hate to be That Girl. And while, yes, I’d like to lose 70 pounds and make all the other moms at school talk bad about me, I’ve found that focusing on that hasn’t done me any favors in the past. And yes, I have proclaimed (behind closed doors) that 2011 will have been the last fat year of my life, I can’t cry it from the rooftop with any certainty. I don’t like making statements that will come back to bite me in the ass. If, however, it comes back to bite me in my slightly smaller ass this time next year, that’d be great. I’ll never be a Skinny Minnie. I’m tall, I have broad shoulders and hip bones that, even now, under all my fluff, can be easily felt, and even occasionally seen when I lay down. Do I eat too much- I’m too good a cook not to. Do I exercise too little- Huh? Do I have any health problems- No, thank God. I just want to not despise myself. I want to like myself as much as my friends do. Which is a lot. ‘Cause I’m awesome. I’m just fat. And I’d like to change that a little bit.
5. Update this blog E-V-E-R-Y day.- It was getting too heavy up in herr. No pun intended. But yeah, I need to update the blog more regularly. And betterly. I really am embarrassed that all I’ve been doing is bitching and listing. I promise to find better things to link to (like this! This is great. Especially Ebates, I adore Ebates.), and to be more vigilant in writing about cheap and groovy recipes,  new ways to get stuff done and awesome DIY’s I’ve done to rub in your faces. I find it makes for a much better day. So I’m really making this one out of selfishness, because it’s not about the readers. It’s about me. IT’S ALL ABOUT ME!
6. Decide what I want, what I want to be and where I’m going, then get it, be it and go there.- Again with the heavy. It’s overdone, but it’s true. I have this profound need to wade through my consciousness, reevaluate my life and decided what stays and what goes. And I’m not even talking about that big pile of papers over there giving me the evil eye. I mean the real stuff, the intangible stuff. I’ve just been coasting for the last near-decade (and really, the majority of my life). Going along, getting along, getting by, taking care of everyone else. And it’s not that I don’t want to do that anymore- because if there are two things I don’t just completely suck at it’s being a mom and being a wife- it’s just that I want to start taking care of me, too. I don’t really know what that means or what it entails. I don’t even know what I want, let alone how to get it. I’m pretty good at picking out and picking apart the things about myself and life I don’t like. I’m less skilled at doing something about it. Taking action. I’ve always had circumstances or situations that kept me from doing that. Good reasons and excellent excuses. No money. No childcare. No time. I can’t change those things but I can figure out a way around them or over them or under them. I guess. I don’t know. I’m new to this whole Sacagawea way of thinking. But I’ll let you know how it works out.
7. Balls.- No, my last resolution is not about sports (why? What were you thinking?). I just don’t like the number 6 that much. Five is my favorite. Seven? He’s ok. And I love saying seeeveeeeeeeeen! like on those old mobile phone commercials. So my 7th resolution is to keep being my nerdy, strange, none-useful-OCD self. (Just a less cluttered, more focused, more frequently updating, craftier, skinnier version)!
   And also to grow my hair out. I’m doing that too.

And growing out your hair.

What about youse guys? Any resolutions or anti-resolutions you’d care to share?

Aaaaaand We’re Off!

I got Bootsie bathed, brushed and off to school early this morning so I could have a little extra time to get stuff done (and blog, obviously). Thanks to the help of The Husband, the house looks fantastic, except for a few stray dishes in the kitchen. There’s really not much house work to do, which makes me kind of wish we didn’t have any place to go and I could pull off a few more hit jobs in Steelport. But the weather is superb- as long as I don’t think about the fact that it’s almost Christmas and I’m wearing short sleeves- and I’m excited to go to Florida. I haven’t been there since I was Shelby’s age, and she’s never been because she’s still new, so this should be lots of fun. Oh, and speaking of her newness, she lost her front tooth! The other one is wiggly, so I’m really hoping it will come out before Christmas. I am dying to make her sing the song! I may have to take things into my own hands while she sleeps. Because that wouldn’t be traumatizing at all. I wonder how many people there are with tooth fairy phobias?

If the tooth fairy looked like this, though, I’d let him traumatize me all he wanted.

 I can smell the brewed coffee and feel the dirty Get To Work look I’m getting to the back of my head right now, so I’ll gaze at The Rock for a 3 more seconds, post my list and be off. I’ll try to post a little somethin’ tomorrow from my phone. No promises, though. If I don’t see ya, have a great weekend!

• Coffee
• Shower
• Hair
• Make-up
• Clothing
• Pack toiletries
• Finish packing Dustin’s suitcase
• Pack dog stuff
• Unload dishwasher
• Reload dishwasher
• Wipe counters
• Wipe sink
• Clean out coffee pot
• Take out trash
• Go to Wal-Mart for last minute gift
• Go to Kohl’s for Christmas party shirt
• Go to Sonic for refreshment
• Finish loading car
• Load dog
• Load books for trip
• Pick up loin fruit
• Au revoir, Slidell!

The Arrival of Edgar, And Preparations For Departure

A very nice title indeed.

So yeah, the guy in the Edgar Suit (the exterminator) is coming today, so in addition to all the things I need to do to get us ready for the road in the am, I have to finish up the things I didn’t do yesterday. I did get a good portion of that stuff done, actually. (Especially Xbox time, I rocked that one.) But then I went and made gumbo and bread from scratch, so now I have to re-do all the kitchen stuff, and that’s an extra load of dishes. We should have done cereal. The gumbo sure was good though.

As far as preparatory measures regarding travel, I totally forgot to finish one hand made gift that I’d actually been really excited about, which really sets me back. I was in the art room trying to organize the gifts for wrapping today, and came across a box of Nilla Wafers. For a moment I thought “Ooo, free Nilla Wafers!” But then I remembered, there is no such thing as free Nilla Wafers. They’re for my stepdad, and are supposed to go in a box that looks like it’s used for keeping manure. It’s for hiding cookies, which he likes to do. Don’t judge me, at least three people thought that was hilarious.

I did a Google Image search for a related picture, but then Google gave me this and I forgot what I was searching for.

In addition to all that, I have to carve out some time to leave the house and make copies of pictures of Shelby, to be framed and given as gifts- one of the perks of having an exceptionally gorgeous child, getting to totally cheap-out on gifts. It’s been a long life, so I think I’ll also get a Sonic drink while I’m out.

So anyway, there we go. Oh, also, I meant to add earlier but don’t feel like scrolling and editing,  that bread I made. It really is fantastic. And really simple. I’m trying to figure out how to have a category separate from the regular blog entries that I can dump tons of great recipes I use into, without disrupting the flow of the day-to-day blog. Once I get that down, I’ll let y’all know. Well, I must be off. A productive day to you all!

• Make coffee
• Laundry
• Pick up kitchen
• Wipe counters
• Unload dishwasher
• Reload dishwasher
• Clean sink
• Pick up living room
• Fold clothes
• Put away clothes
• Make sure guest room is still intact
• Move all garage sale clothes to guest room (trust me, there are a lot)
• Make Shelby’s bed
• Pick up our bedroom
• Make our bed
• Take out bathroom trash
• Finish Charley’s cookie box
• Get Sonic drink
• Make photo copies at Walgreens
• Wrap presents
• Clean out car
• Begin packing suitcase
• Clean Francois’ hutch
• Clean Mikey’s bowl

And Dustin’s adorable little list looks like this:

• Pick up Wreck (Rec) Room
• Sweep
• Vacuum rug
• Clean Henry

Equality ladies! The right to vote, wear pants and not wash the dog. I’m livin’ the Susan B. Anthony dream.

Back On The Wagon

Last week was one big perfect storm of holiday madness, mayhem and foolishness in my personal life, technical difficulties (such as our wireless network renaming itself and playing hide and seek) and WordPress ignoring me.

But here I am! Ready to start anew on this glorious Monday Tuesday morning! I even have a little somethin’-somethin’ in the works. A little project of mine that I’ve been putting together for all 6 of you. It is going to be *singing voice* aaaaaaaawesoooooome!

Aside from greatness in the making, what shall I do today, you ask? Why, thank you for your enquiry! Quite nice of you to take an interest in my goings-on, quite nice. [You can hear the mid-atlantic accent and the monocle, yes?] Indeed. Tallyho!

• Coffee (in mah belly!)
• Update blog (in progress!)
• Pick up kitchen after Dustin and Shelby’s cookie-making last night
• Remember not to let anyone make cookies in my kitchen unsupervised again
• Unload dishwasher
• Reload dishwasher
• Clean sink
• Scrub counters
• Wipe stove
• Clean coffee pot?
• Laundry
• Finish separating garage sale clothes for bringing to Texas
• Organize gifts all over art room
• Pick up art room
• Pick up living room
• Vaccum rug
• Sweep everywhere
• Spot mop
• Cry some more over dead steam mop
• Console self with Xbox time (Saints Row: The Third is totally the shizz!!!)
• Dust
• Pick up bedroom
• Pick up bathroom
• Fold clothes
• Make The Husband do three things on this list (except cry or Xbox… well maybe cry, but only while doing something else)
• Pick up Shelby from after school program (I will admit, twice in the last 3 weeks I have lost track of time and been late. I have not, as she likes to announce quite loudly, “forgotten all about having” her)

This is a pretty ambitious list, to be sure. I say, if I get… meh… 15? Sixteen things done? That would be pretty bangin’. The exterminator is coming for the bi-annual termite spraying, and I want to make sure the only ridiculous thing he finds is people who live in a brick house paying for it to be sprayed twice a year for termites.

What I think about every time I think about exterminators. If you know why, you get 1000 nerd points and a good firm pat on the ass the next time I see you.

If you have any requests for recipes, tips (yeah, I know, I’ve dropped that ball so bad that it’s deflated and I don’t even know where it is), etc etc, please do let me know! I’d love to have someone to blame for my content besides myself.

Oh. Right. I promised a funny picture last week, didn’t I? Well, how about:

And because the first picture is too ugly for my Facebook link, and the other is too long, here’s a picture of some baby toes:

Squee!

No Updates Update

Wow, is that a tumble weed over there? Who knew a blog page could get dust on it? HOLY SH*T AN INTERNET SPIDER!

Yeah, it’s pretty dead here at the moment. My apologies for denying you all the considerable amount of awesome I tend to bring to those who read my words. Things are just hectic, crazy, ridiculous, <insert overly dramatic adjective here/>. If no sooner, you’ll find freshly typed sentences full of funny and profanity on Monday. But hopefully sooner. But probably not. But maybe.

So thank you for not forgetting TEA and moving on to another festive, salty mom blog. If you did move on though, it’s cool. We can work this out. I’ll share. I’m super modern like that. I’ve always been Bi-Bloxual anyway.

This entry is pretty lame, so here’s some hilarious parent FAIL as documented via Smart Phone:

Friday, Friday, Friday

[Note to self: When unable to come up with a witty title, repeating day of the week totally works. Got it.]

I am going to go make some coffee. I’ll be right back.

Excellent. Well, f*ckaroo, I left my glasses on top of the coffee pot. Brb.

Ok. Damn. Anyway. Good morning! While I was getting water for the coffee and looking at last night’s supper dishes in the sink, I realized that, Hey, I am a damn good cook, and that last night’s supper was totally awesome. I also realized that I have yet to post a freakin recipe here (other than the Hotdog Surprise one, which, honestly, is not really a real recipe). I further realized that my paper cut from last night still hurts like hell. But what I’m getting at here is that, much like cowbell, what this blog needs is more of is recipes. I mean, part of my thought process when coming up with this thing was that I cook 99% of days, and that daily blogging of  To-Do Lists + Recipe of the Day = Eleventy million dollars in endorsement deals and cookbook sales one day. So, I’m going to write out the recipe for last night’s dinner: Chicken Tikka Masala. (I’m not sure if that is even what this should be called, but that’s what I call it, and I fabricate the facts around here. Illuminati unicorns make the best ninjas!)

Chicken Tikka Masala

Chicken (Contain your astonishment!), cut into thin, short pieces for speedier cooking
1 can of tomato sauce
1/2 can of coconut milk
1 onion
Olive oil
Salt
Pepper
Curry powder

You’ll notice that there are no real measurements. That’s because I like to play things fast and loose in the kitchen. Measuring things is for chumps. And people who are good at measuring.

Sauté the onions in a little oil with a little salt for about a minute, just to get things started. Cover for about another minute. (I guess you don’t have to, but I have a cool Rachel Ray pan with a glass lid, and I like the way the steam rises up when you open it. Like audience applause.) Add the chicken and cook until it’s no longer dangerous. (I’ve mentioned my raw chicken phobia, yes?) Add the tomato sauce, coconut milk and spices to taste. Simmer until it thickens a bit. You can add a slurry of cornstarch and water and simmer if you want the sauce to be thick. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. Depends on whether I want to reach all the way into the cabinet and get the cornstarch or not.

Serve over rice, with spinach or lentils on the side. And naan! Indian bread is the best thing since sliced bread, and even better than that. HEB’s whole wheat, freshly made tortillas are also ridiculously fantastic with this, but they don’t have HEB in Louisiana because screw you, Hausewife, we’re Louisiana!

I really do have to scoot. The Husband just called to say hey I love you, it’s cold out here and oh yeah Henry has a vet appointment in 30 minutes. I’m still pants-less with no make-up. I don’t want the vet to go trying to give me a shot, so I gotta pound this thang out and get ready!

• Make-up!
• Chug this coffee like there’s wine and jewelry at the bottom!
• Pants!
• Take Henry to the vet
• Wash sheets (I like to do them on the weekends anyway, but Henry apparently had an aneurism  and thought it was cool to lounge in our bed this morning. If there is one thing that does not fly in this house, other than paper airplanes I make, it is bulldogs in the bed.)
• Load last night’s dishes that I didn’t really mean to tell you about into the dishwasher
• Pick up the kitchen
• Pick up bedroom
• Pick up bathroom
• Tidy living room (which has all the prestige of picking up, but with less actually getting done)
• Prepare for late night Xboxing because Dustin is on a 24

Tomorrow I’m going to have a totally epic picture to go along with the post that I’m going to write to make up for not posting on Tuesday. No time to Google Image Search awesomeness! Must stop typing! Why can’t I stop typing! I know I’m making myself later! Okbye.