Sunday, March 29, 2009
Silicone
9:25 p.m. / 21:25
I know most people love silicone bakeware, but I've always been skeptical. It just seems like the type of thing that ten years from now we'll be reading is unhealthy. So when I received some silicone cupcake wrappers from my grandma tonight, I wasn't sure how to feel. Then I remembered reading this earlier in the month. It's not exactly advocating for silicone bakeware, but it made me feel better about silicone all the way around. It doesn't sound horribly unsafe and as far as these cupcake wrappers go, I can actually save paper using them. I might still use paper sometimes if I'm taking cupcakes somewhere I'd be afraid to loose the silicone ones, but otherwise I'll probably keep using the silicone ones. Well, unless I find some horrible flaw in their function; I've already noticed the might be smaller than the paper ones I'm used to.
And now an unrelated, gratuitous Fizzgig picture, because I haven't posted one of him since he was tiny. He's almost 10 months old now; much bigger, but still growing!
I know most people love silicone bakeware, but I've always been skeptical. It just seems like the type of thing that ten years from now we'll be reading is unhealthy. So when I received some silicone cupcake wrappers from my grandma tonight, I wasn't sure how to feel. Then I remembered reading this earlier in the month. It's not exactly advocating for silicone bakeware, but it made me feel better about silicone all the way around. It doesn't sound horribly unsafe and as far as these cupcake wrappers go, I can actually save paper using them. I might still use paper sometimes if I'm taking cupcakes somewhere I'd be afraid to loose the silicone ones, but otherwise I'll probably keep using the silicone ones. Well, unless I find some horrible flaw in their function; I've already noticed the might be smaller than the paper ones I'm used to.
And now an unrelated, gratuitous Fizzgig picture, because I haven't posted one of him since he was tiny. He's almost 10 months old now; much bigger, but still growing!
This List Is More For Me Than It Is For You
8:45 p.m. / 20:45
- I have less time. It's not the greatest excuse in the world; many, many people who are busier than I am find time to blog, but then again, time management is far, far from being one of my strengths.
- I think of great ideas during the day at work, but then I'm too tired to care later. Lame.
- I can no longer blog about work. At all. Ever. This is probably pushing it. There's been a big thing about social networking and what's considered public and what's not and it hasn't been pretty and I really cannot say anymore.
- I blog as part of my job now. Not often, but when I do it's usually about books, which is was I originally wrote about here.
- Life is good. Honestly, it's harder to write about the good times than the bad times. Also, I wouldn't want my blog to turn into some fluffy ode to my tiny house, my furry kitties and my wonderful boyfriend (who still needs a blog nickname). That's okay for others, but not for me; just not my style. I don't think.
- I might just be loosing interest. This blog is about four years old. That's a long time for me to engage in any hobby. Reading is one of the only things that's ever stuck like that. Maybe blogging has run its course with me. It's not an idea I'm comfortable with, but it still might be true.
- Facebook & Twitter. I never really got into MySpace, but I'm a little addicted to Facebook and Twitter, although I cannot use them at all during work hours anymore. Maybe in some way they are fulfilling whatever need blogging was fulfilling before.
Let's Just Get This Out Of The Way Here
8:20 p.m. / 20:20
My hope is that by devoting a whole post to this subject, I might, might not feel the need to complain for a sentence or two in every future post.
I understand that this is probably only annoying to me but isn't that enough? They say you have to blog for yourself, not for your readers. I've tried stuff to fix it too. I went so far as to mess with the html the first time I had this problem. It didn't help. So maybe I'm just doomed to inconsistent fonts. Watch... this one will probably post correctly just to make me look like an idiot.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Lamest Post Ever
9:50 a.m. /09:50
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Holiday
8:20 p.m. / 20:20
It is still the Christmas season. People seem to find it a little odd that I still have my tree up and I'm still listening to Christmas music. There are more Christmas books on the shelves at work now than there were on December 1st... because everyone thinks Christmas ended last Thursday. Everyone's tired of Christmas, because they dove into it more than a month ago. I'd be tired of it after a month too. How did I end up the backwards person? Okay, I'm often the backwards person, but how in the case of Christmas? You know those 12 days of Christmas? Well, they're going on right now. The first day of the 12 days of Christmas is Christmas Day. So this is the Christmas season. Yet, I when I fuss about people putting up lights Thanksgiving weekend, I'm being a Scrooge or a Grinch. It isn't that I don't like Christmas or that I only want to celebrate it on the one day, it's just that I don't want to start celebrating while people are still eating Thanksgiving leftovers. It is not yet Christmas then! Christmas lasts until Epiphany; the day the three wise men supposedly arrived in Bethlehem to see the baby Jesus. I will not leave my decorations up all of the way until then, but I see no reason to take them down right now. I also see no reason to stop listening to Christmas music, although I doubt I'll do that more than a few more days. Oh, but Christmas parties / gatherings / celebrations of any type? I am so done with them. It is, however, still the Christmas season for a few more days.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Bringing God Into The Library
10:30 p.m. / 22:30
At least a month ago at work I found a whole stack of religious tracts by a display of pet books. It's pretty common for people to leave such things around the library, stuck in books and whatnot, but since these were all together and had different titles I wasn't sure if they were planted or just set down and forgotten. Doesn't matter, really, the point is I've always found these little pamphlets amusing. I'd have to be insane to type them all out, but I wanted to at least share the titles before I put them in the recycling.
Disclaimer: I've nothing against the Father, the Son & the Holy Spirit, but I've never seen much good (good laughs excluded) in these tracts.
At least a month ago at work I found a whole stack of religious tracts by a display of pet books. It's pretty common for people to leave such things around the library, stuck in books and whatnot, but since these were all together and had different titles I wasn't sure if they were planted or just set down and forgotten. Doesn't matter, really, the point is I've always found these little pamphlets amusing. I'd have to be insane to type them all out, but I wanted to at least share the titles before I put them in the recycling.
Disclaimer: I've nothing against the Father, the Son & the Holy Spirit, but I've never seen much good (good laughs excluded) in these tracts.
- God Says PLEASE do not go to HELL
- The Coming of the Lord Will Be Soon
- Consumer Privacy Oh, wait this one's from my credit card service company.
- God's Wonderful Plan of Salvation
- I Am a Witness
- Think On These 5 Things (You need the saviour because 1. you are a sinner, 2. you are helpless to save yourself, 3. without him you will perish; 4. You may have the saviour by accepting him; 5. Now that the saviour is yours--love worship, and serve him.)
- You Have God's Word On It.
- Does God Lose His Patience?
- How to Become a Christian NOW
- Have You Been Asked Life's Greatest Question? (If you died today, do you know for sure you would go to heaven?)
- Repentance: Door of Mercy
Labels: on the job
Monday, October 27, 2008
NaBloPoMo 2008
7:52 p.m. / 19:52
Yeah... I'm not sure I'm going to do National Blog Posting Month this year.
Yeah... I'm not sure I'm going to do National Blog Posting Month this year.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
The Hardest Part
10:20 a.m. / 10:20
I grew up in lesser neighborhoods in my small city. Over the years, a lot of people have made a lot of assumptions about how bad or how hard that must have been. Even my parents occasionally act like it was a tragedy they had to raise my brother and I in that neighborhood. The truth, though? Most of the time it wasn't that bad. Our house was great and my mom made our backyard and oasis of sorts. Other neighborhood kids thought we were rich and they loved to come over and play in our yard because we had a swing set, a sandbox and even pretty flowers.
Now, at the age of 27, almost six years after my parents sold the house I grew up in, I am finding out about the hardest part, at least for me, of growing up in a bad neighborhood. Yesterday I went on a long walk downtown with my boyfriend* and we ended up walking all the way to my old house. No one lives there now. It's falling apart. The yard is a disaster, one of the enormous oak trees has died and a huge limb from it is laying across the roof of the house. The back door and kitchen window are boarded up, as well as the garage window. Parts of the fence are torn up or even missing. It's only a matter of time before it isn't worth saving and probably no one will ever want to save it anyway. I am nostalgic and sentimental at times and unfortunately that can lead to hurt. I was surprisingly okay yesterday standing in the backyard looking at the broken window of my old bedroom. It's really kind of hitting me this morning, though. I think for me the hardest part of having grown up in a bad, decaying neighborhood is knowing that my home for the first 21 years of my life is decaying now too.
*I really need a blog nickname for him, but nothing good has come to mind yet.
I grew up in lesser neighborhoods in my small city. Over the years, a lot of people have made a lot of assumptions about how bad or how hard that must have been. Even my parents occasionally act like it was a tragedy they had to raise my brother and I in that neighborhood. The truth, though? Most of the time it wasn't that bad. Our house was great and my mom made our backyard and oasis of sorts. Other neighborhood kids thought we were rich and they loved to come over and play in our yard because we had a swing set, a sandbox and even pretty flowers.
Now, at the age of 27, almost six years after my parents sold the house I grew up in, I am finding out about the hardest part, at least for me, of growing up in a bad neighborhood. Yesterday I went on a long walk downtown with my boyfriend* and we ended up walking all the way to my old house. No one lives there now. It's falling apart. The yard is a disaster, one of the enormous oak trees has died and a huge limb from it is laying across the roof of the house. The back door and kitchen window are boarded up, as well as the garage window. Parts of the fence are torn up or even missing. It's only a matter of time before it isn't worth saving and probably no one will ever want to save it anyway. I am nostalgic and sentimental at times and unfortunately that can lead to hurt. I was surprisingly okay yesterday standing in the backyard looking at the broken window of my old bedroom. It's really kind of hitting me this morning, though. I think for me the hardest part of having grown up in a bad, decaying neighborhood is knowing that my home for the first 21 years of my life is decaying now too.
*I really need a blog nickname for him, but nothing good has come to mind yet.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
100 Things (Part Nine)
9:15 a.m. / 09:15
85. I do most things at the last minute.
86. I enjoy having breakfast foods like scrambled eggs, pancakes, french toast, etc. for dinner.
87. Since I'm part Irish and have an Irish last name I consider it a right to be allowed to wear St. Patrick's Day shirts, etc. at any time of year without ridicule.
88. I sometimes daydream about training my cats to do some of the housework.
89. I'm kind of excited about the Chevy Volt.
90. I'm not really a dog person, but I get along alright with some individual dogs.
91. I have never been arrested.
92. I was once thrown out of a bar sober.
93. I have imagined staging a rain protest with waterproof signs and chanting of RAIN RAIN, GO AWAY! COME AGAIN SOME OTHER DAY!
94. I have taken part in real protests.
95. I wonder if I will start doing crossword puzzles when I reach middle age.
96. Words fascinate me.
97. I've had my hair cut for Locks of Love twice, but I haven't remembered to mail in the hair from the last time.
98. I'm not a big fan of glitter.
99. I keep a calculator in my purse. At one time it was a rather large calculator and people teased me.
85. I do most things at the last minute.
86. I enjoy having breakfast foods like scrambled eggs, pancakes, french toast, etc. for dinner.
87. Since I'm part Irish and have an Irish last name I consider it a right to be allowed to wear St. Patrick's Day shirts, etc. at any time of year without ridicule.
88. I sometimes daydream about training my cats to do some of the housework.
89. I'm kind of excited about the Chevy Volt.
90. I'm not really a dog person, but I get along alright with some individual dogs.
91. I have never been arrested.
92. I was once thrown out of a bar sober.
93. I have imagined staging a rain protest with waterproof signs and chanting of RAIN RAIN, GO AWAY! COME AGAIN SOME OTHER DAY!
94. I have taken part in real protests.
95. I wonder if I will start doing crossword puzzles when I reach middle age.
96. Words fascinate me.
97. I've had my hair cut for Locks of Love twice, but I haven't remembered to mail in the hair from the last time.
98. I'm not a big fan of glitter.
99. I keep a calculator in my purse. At one time it was a rather large calculator and people teased me.
Labels: 100 Things
Update On The Little Terrorist
8:40 a.m. / 08:40
Fizzgig has been out of quarantine for a couple of weeks now! He seems to be doing well.... sometimes too well. He and Mabel are getting along alright, but I haven't seen them curl up for a nap together yet.
Fizzgig has been out of quarantine for a couple of weeks now! He seems to be doing well.... sometimes too well. He and Mabel are getting along alright, but I haven't seen them curl up for a nap together yet.
