And I know that you've got mine

I'm up all night, trying to re-adjust my sleep schedule. Call my cell if you're bored. Esp. if you're my Bored Boyfriend. Promise I won't be bitchy this time.

Happy Epiphany- my dad near freaked because I didn't realize it was. I've forgotten my church calendar. Being atheist is fine, but forgetting the calendar and the associated altar colors? Scandal.

My grandmother mentioned today that she wanted to see Kinsey the movie. I said I'd love to go with. Apparently, she and my grandfather were at the same university Kinsey was when he was started doing the initial research, and they participated. How cool is that? I drilled her about the questions, I've wondered since I first heard about this sophomore year- where they as leading as everyone says? She said she didn't feel they were at all unfair, just very straightforward, and she feels she answered honestly. And coming from my grandmother, that's saying something. She has a propensity to see skew in everything.

Somewhere my dad is snarking that this confirms his long-held belief that she's somewhat lesbian, and this would feed right into Kinsey's oft-mocked for being over-inflated gay statistics. But if anything, I find those statistics slightly under-representative, too old to reflect current numbers. So suck on THAT, poorly conducted phone polls that report 2.5% of the population as being gay that got nevertheless cited as reliable in my AP Psychology book. Suck. On. That.

I made up w/ Steven, so that makes me feel like less of a bitch. Is kel interested in watching Harold and Kumar go to White Castle with us sometime before I leave Saturday morning?

I think I'm feeling better- I may be well soon, finally! It's kind of a shame, actually, because I haven't yet busted out my new wellness tea or gotten a chance to make this recipe for vegetarian matzo ball soup. That stuff's supposed to be like chicken soup in the bring-you-wellness category- but, you know, with dough balls and sans chicken.

Why do I have a huge jar of matzo mix in my pantry that I need to think of some way to use? Last Christmas there were ambitious attempts on my part to try, just because I was interested in as yet virgin culinary territory and had too much spare time, in addition to the Christmas Feast, to make Hanukah and Kwanza dinners. You know, it's like a Holliday Feasts! series. Sorry, it was a v. Martha year.

Alas, I ran out of time and energy, and while Christmas went off beautifully, I scrapped all plans for the Hanukah thing (even after eliciting recipes from Sarah and buying my ingredients- can matzo meal go bad? This is a year old. I hope not! Flour doesn't really go bad, ergo... yeah, that's logical.) and produced a TRULY sad ass kwanza. And black people everywhere reproached me for committing such a heinous hate crime. And I had to turn in my Southern credentials for Cruel and Unusual Misuse of Okra. And the Yams wept.

So even if I've finally achieved wellness tomorrow, I'm still making this damn soup. Because the ice storm will probably confine me here another day, so what better do I have to do, and eventually, someone has to use this random tub, lest it take up pantry space until next time I come home.

And I know that you've got mine

I'm up all night, trying to re-adjust my sleep schedule. Call my cell if you're bored. Esp. if you're my Bored Boyfriend. Promise I won't be bitchy this time.

Happy Epiphany- my dad near freaked because I didn't realize it was. I've forgotten my church calendar. Being atheist is fine, but forgetting the calendar and the associated altar colors? Scandal.

My grandmother mentioned today that she wanted to see Kinsey the movie. I said I'd love to go with. Apparently, she and my grandfather were at the same university Kinsey was when he was started doing the initial research, and they participated. How cool is that? I drilled her about the questions, I've wondered since I first heard about this sophomore year- where they as leading as everyone says? She said she didn't feel they were at all unfair, just very straightforward, and she feels she answered honestly. And coming from my grandmother, that's saying something. She has a propensity to see skew in everything.

Somewhere my dad is snarking that this confirms his long-held belief that she's somewhat lesbian, and this would feed right into Kinsey's oft-mocked for being over-inflated gay statistics. But if anything, I find those statistics slightly under-representative, too old to reflect current numbers. So suck on THAT, poorly conducted phone polls that report 2.5% of the population as being gay that got nevertheless cited as reliable in my AP Psychology book. Suck. On. That.

I made up w/ Steven, so that makes me feel like less of a bitch. Is kel interested in watching Harold and Kumar go to White Castle with us sometime before I leave Saturday morning?

I think I'm feeling better- I may be well soon, finally! It's kind of a shame, actually, because I haven't yet busted out my new wellness tea or gotten a chance to make this recipe for vegetarian matzo ball soup. That stuff's supposed to be like chicken soup in the bring-you-wellness category- but, you know, with dough balls and sans chicken.

Why do I have a huge jar of matzo mix in my pantry that I need to think of some way to use? Last Christmas there were ambitious attempts on my part to try, just because I was interested in as yet virgin culinary territory and had too much spare time, in addition to the Christmas Feast, to make Hanukah and Kwanza dinners. You know, it's like a Holliday Feasts! series. Sorry, it was a v. Martha year.

Alas, I ran out of time and energy, and while Christmas went off beautifully, I scrapped all plans for the Hanukah thing (even after eliciting recipes from Sarah and buying my ingredients- can matzo meal go bad? This is a year old. I hope not! Flour doesn't really go bad, ergo... yeah, that's logical.) and produced a TRULY sad ass kwanza. And black people everywhere reproached me for committing such a heinous hate crime. And I had to turn in my Southern credentials for Cruel and Unusual Misuse of Okra. And the Yams wept.

So even if I've finally achieved wellness tomorrow, I'm still making this damn soup. Because the ice storm will probably confine me here another day, so what better do I have to do, and eventually, someone has to use this random tub, lest it take up pantry space until next time I come home.