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Jul. 13th, 2003 09:29 am-I've renamed Ray the blind kitten to Maximus, or Max for short. Despite the fact that I think Ray Charles was a wonderful individual, in my life, the Rays I've known personally have been annoying white trash. Personally, I think Maximus is a much better name for him. He's such a little fighter, and despite his handicap, he's a strong and gung-ho lad. The vet who rescued him agrees with my name selection, fortunately.
-Sascha and Max have been getting along rather splendidly. Much to my dismay, they like to stalk each other and engage in feats of feline strength between 7am and 9am on the weekends. It is cute. But this is not the boon for a non-morning lass.
-I have never, ever been to a heavy metal rock concert. That will change come the end of August. I, a long time concert square, will see Judas Priest, Motorhead, and some other band of distinguished head-bangers on August 30th.
-Last night I went to another BBQ. It was a fantastic success. To support the gracious hosts, who invested in kegs and other goods of great delight, I brought a Tri tip marinated in a Tequila-lime-cilantro-garlic-etc sauce. It was damn tasty. Everyone else thought so, too. I also made a batch of grill bread, which is a leavened flat bread. I topped with caramalized mushrooms and some bleu cheese and cheddar. It was delish. Then, for the core group that remained at the after-party, I brought some creme brulee. At that point, I received invitations to be everyone's live-in cook.
-I passed my A+ certification tests. Yes, they were pretty easy. Despite that, yes, I was stressed about it. I mean, sure. Everyone says it's really easy, and what if I failed to pass the test? That would be an insult extraordinaire! But I couldn't spend too much time studying because -*scoff*- it is an easy test. But I had to pass, because my employers have made it a job requirement that we all pass this test by August 15, or we automatically get tanked in our annual review. Thankfully, I'm no longer trapped in between insecurity and arrogance and can now carry on with my life.
-Sometimes I think to myself, "Self, you should throw away your career and lifestyle and become a crack whore and have 14 snotty nosed children, all with different fathers."
-Sascha and Max have been getting along rather splendidly. Much to my dismay, they like to stalk each other and engage in feats of feline strength between 7am and 9am on the weekends. It is cute. But this is not the boon for a non-morning lass.
-I have never, ever been to a heavy metal rock concert. That will change come the end of August. I, a long time concert square, will see Judas Priest, Motorhead, and some other band of distinguished head-bangers on August 30th.
-Last night I went to another BBQ. It was a fantastic success. To support the gracious hosts, who invested in kegs and other goods of great delight, I brought a Tri tip marinated in a Tequila-lime-cilantro-garlic-etc sauce. It was damn tasty. Everyone else thought so, too. I also made a batch of grill bread, which is a leavened flat bread. I topped with caramalized mushrooms and some bleu cheese and cheddar. It was delish. Then, for the core group that remained at the after-party, I brought some creme brulee. At that point, I received invitations to be everyone's live-in cook.
-I passed my A+ certification tests. Yes, they were pretty easy. Despite that, yes, I was stressed about it. I mean, sure. Everyone says it's really easy, and what if I failed to pass the test? That would be an insult extraordinaire! But I couldn't spend too much time studying because -*scoff*- it is an easy test. But I had to pass, because my employers have made it a job requirement that we all pass this test by August 15, or we automatically get tanked in our annual review. Thankfully, I'm no longer trapped in between insecurity and arrogance and can now carry on with my life.
-Sometimes I think to myself, "Self, you should throw away your career and lifestyle and become a crack whore and have 14 snotty nosed children, all with different fathers."
