I think some unseen force is out to get me. I feel like the girl from Pure Luck... only I'm married to a European who doesn't have the same odd luck as me (which is a good thing. I couldn't handle twice my luck). From the very first day of the Fall semester, I get a headache at approximately 4:00 P.M. every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I also spill or break anything I carry--or anything I touch. And right as finals week was starting... I was trying to plug my computer in so I could continue listening to some relaxing music, when I accidentally pushed it into some water.
So I had no computer for finals week, which was a NIGHTMARE. I lost several assignments that I spent hours working on, printed off, and stuck in my notebook to take to class... only to find that they had mysteriously disappeared when I opened my notebook to turn them in. Mysteriously disappeared. I have a system--I'm very organized about where I put my homework. So I had to take turns with Anton using his computer and ended up not getting everything done that I needed, and had my grades in two classes drop from an A to a B.
Also, I keep hitting Anton in the face. Completely by accident. But his poor face can't take much more, I think.
My child development classes have been helping me figure out my issues, though. I learned that there are not five senses, there are seven. In addition to the five we all know (sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch), there are two other systems involving body position and movement (proprioceptive system) and gravity, head movement, and balance (vestibular system). That lesson was on understanding children who have over-developed or underdeveloped senses. I realized I have an underdeveloped vestibular system.
The name of the article we had to read for that is called, Making Sense of Sensory Systems, by Marie Hendrix, in case you want to read it and learn more.
More weirdness: I had a dream that I was being exiled to the moon (right after my dream about being kind of kidnapped and then running from the police with Kylynn). I think the Lloyds turned me in. So on the moon, some people and I escaped, we were fighting the people who were trying to exile-slash-kill us... there was something about someone with invisible legs and a narrow stairway on the rocket-ship... then those of us who escaped were floating in a slow-moving, small-ish river (on the moon, still). And there were some Belugas up ahead, so I swam up to see them, got really close, and reached my hand out to a rock to anchor myself (under the water), when Luke Harper grabbed me just in time to nearly miss being bitten by the Belugas, which were poisonous fish. Then I realized Belugas are whales... poisonous, mean whales (thoughts going through my head in my dream).
And then Anton's phone rang, and woke me up. I feel like my life is mostly made up of weird dreams and accidents...
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
You Should Definitely Judge Books
I'm sick again... : ( I hate getting sick. Things are bearable during the day because I'm busy with stuff, but when I try to sleep at night, life is a nightmare... and not just because of the book I read right before I went to bed--but that does contribute to my nightmarish non-sleep.
Because of my Young Adult Lit class, I have to read a bunch of young adult books, and I was falling behind so I went to the library and just grabbed four books that had a Y/A label on them. The very first one I read, just the other night, turned out to be a horror book. I hate horror anything, I do NOT read horror books. Of course I didn't get how horrible it was until it was too late, then I went back and looked at the prologue and understood everything. Crystal clear. I cried. And that made my cold worse.
Anton found me while I was trying to stop crying and thought I was crying because of the pain from being sick. But I told him the real reason to which he gasped, "Why would you read those kinds of books?" and I told him I didn't know it was like that, and then he told me to watch one of my movies to get it out of my head. So I watched "Living it Up" with Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin, and I laughed the whole time--great movie.
Today Anton went to the drug store and came back with a bag FULL of drugs. He said, "Honey, I got everything you need!" I think he asked the store clerk what to get to help me and then got every single thing the person mentioned--even though I only needed like two things. It's sweet of him though. : )
We tried out some of the deer roast we brought back. It was delicious (I was getting a little tired of duck). For some reason I always have to have mustard with my roast to dip it in... I think I picked it up from Dad.
Don't have any pictures because I don't have a camera (the one on my phone makes everything blurry)... but I also don't really have anything to take pictures of. I go to school, and come home. Sometimes I get to see Anton and sometimes I get sick. That is my life.
I know it's kind of pointless to dwell on how I'll be happy when some future event comes, because then I'll always be waiting for the future and never really be happy... but I really will be happier when I no longer have homework hanging over my head. Homework is so depressing.
I think I'm rambling because I'm tired... and can't sleep because I'm all congested... which makes me even more tired. SLEEP, come to meeeeeeeeeeeee....
Because of my Young Adult Lit class, I have to read a bunch of young adult books, and I was falling behind so I went to the library and just grabbed four books that had a Y/A label on them. The very first one I read, just the other night, turned out to be a horror book. I hate horror anything, I do NOT read horror books. Of course I didn't get how horrible it was until it was too late, then I went back and looked at the prologue and understood everything. Crystal clear. I cried. And that made my cold worse.
Anton found me while I was trying to stop crying and thought I was crying because of the pain from being sick. But I told him the real reason to which he gasped, "Why would you read those kinds of books?" and I told him I didn't know it was like that, and then he told me to watch one of my movies to get it out of my head. So I watched "Living it Up" with Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin, and I laughed the whole time--great movie.
Today Anton went to the drug store and came back with a bag FULL of drugs. He said, "Honey, I got everything you need!" I think he asked the store clerk what to get to help me and then got every single thing the person mentioned--even though I only needed like two things. It's sweet of him though. : )
We tried out some of the deer roast we brought back. It was delicious (I was getting a little tired of duck). For some reason I always have to have mustard with my roast to dip it in... I think I picked it up from Dad.
Don't have any pictures because I don't have a camera (the one on my phone makes everything blurry)... but I also don't really have anything to take pictures of. I go to school, and come home. Sometimes I get to see Anton and sometimes I get sick. That is my life.
I know it's kind of pointless to dwell on how I'll be happy when some future event comes, because then I'll always be waiting for the future and never really be happy... but I really will be happier when I no longer have homework hanging over my head. Homework is so depressing.
I think I'm rambling because I'm tired... and can't sleep because I'm all congested... which makes me even more tired. SLEEP, come to meeeeeeeeeeeee....
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Bear... in My Kitchen
So... the other night, I was debating whether or not I should go to the school to see Casablanca. I was so tired and I thought I might just hit the sack. And then I walked into the kitchen and saw a bear on my counter and Anton with a grin that covered his whole face standing next to it.
Okay... it was actually a porcupine. But it looked like a bear. Seriously--face frozen into a ferocious, yellow-toothed snarl, long, sharp claws, humongous body, black pelt... yeah. Then he started gutting it and it smelled like DEATH. So I decided to go to the movie after all.
But when I got there, they had decided to play the movie another night and there was a chess tournament going on. So I played chess all night. And then went to Kaylynn's and recorded silly things on her computer because it was 1:00 in the morning and I was still afraid to go home and face the dead porcupine smell in my house.
Anyway, he ate some that night with a Ukrainian buddy and then I told everyone in my Russian class about it and I insisted on sharing it with anyone who was interested in trying some porcupine... heh. But since it was a monster we still had plenty left.
So at 3:00 A.M. when I was half-sleeping while pretending to do homework, Anton came in and got me up to go to the kitchen with him. On the counter was the crock pot, a plate of peeled potatoes, porcupine meat, some carrots, a can of cream of chicken, and a row of seasonings. He insisted that since I am his wife and it is my job to cook, that I combine all the ingredients in the crock pot (under his careful instruction) and turn it on. I looked at him like it's 3:00 in the freaking morning and you got me up to put all this crap that you already prepared in the crock pot?
Well, I did it and we ate it 18 hours later. Surprisingly, it tasted pretty good. I still find it amazing that he saw a porcupine and brought it home for dinner. I would not have thought that animal to be edible.
Okay... it was actually a porcupine. But it looked like a bear. Seriously--face frozen into a ferocious, yellow-toothed snarl, long, sharp claws, humongous body, black pelt... yeah. Then he started gutting it and it smelled like DEATH. So I decided to go to the movie after all.
But when I got there, they had decided to play the movie another night and there was a chess tournament going on. So I played chess all night. And then went to Kaylynn's and recorded silly things on her computer because it was 1:00 in the morning and I was still afraid to go home and face the dead porcupine smell in my house.
Anyway, he ate some that night with a Ukrainian buddy and then I told everyone in my Russian class about it and I insisted on sharing it with anyone who was interested in trying some porcupine... heh. But since it was a monster we still had plenty left.
So at 3:00 A.M. when I was half-sleeping while pretending to do homework, Anton came in and got me up to go to the kitchen with him. On the counter was the crock pot, a plate of peeled potatoes, porcupine meat, some carrots, a can of cream of chicken, and a row of seasonings. He insisted that since I am his wife and it is my job to cook, that I combine all the ingredients in the crock pot (under his careful instruction) and turn it on. I looked at him like it's 3:00 in the freaking morning and you got me up to put all this crap that you already prepared in the crock pot?
Well, I did it and we ate it 18 hours later. Surprisingly, it tasted pretty good. I still find it amazing that he saw a porcupine and brought it home for dinner. I would not have thought that animal to be edible.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Anton vs. the NINJA
Anton and I went fishing and hunting on Saturday a little ways out of St. Anthony. It was nice to get out and do something together. We didn't catch any fish (which I am thankful for). It was a very interesting hunting experience, though.
After trudging through snow up to my knees, we made it to this rather large pond--lo and behold, there was a duck swimming on the pond (something I later wondered if I should have kept to myself--Anton didn't see him). When we start toward the duck, he goes the opposite direction--we change direction, the duck changes direction. So we split up, Anton goes around one side and I go around the other. When we get to where the duck is, he's hiding in the reeds in the pond, so Anton puts on his waders and goes into the pond while I wait by the bank. He's practically on the other side, when the duck comes paddling, nonchalantly on past me, at which point I call out to Anton and tell him where the duck is. He gets out of the pond as quickly as possible, runs over to me, aims at the duck and shoots.
At the exact moment he pulled the trigger, the duck dived under the water, dodging the bullets by a fraction of a millisecond--the matrix had nothing on this duck, I tell ya what. Weird. So Anton reloads, aims, and pulls the trigger again. By now we realize this is a ninja duck. Seriously. He didn't even try to get away, he just dived under the water like he could see the bullets coming toward him and just happened to be faster. Than the bullets.
Anyway, Anton's a good hunter, and really good shot, so he finally gets the duck... but there's a little problem. It's in the middle of the pond. Anton wades in, but his waders only go up to his thighs, and the water's too deep in the middle of the pond (the duck was not in the middle of the pond, when Anton shot him, by the way). He's just barely out of Anton's reach. Dead ninja duck taunts us.
So Anton says he's coming back. Two seconds later I hear, "WHOO, that's COLD!" as Anton is chest deep in the water, and only about five feet from the duck. But he turns around and comes back because he's afraid of what will happen to the stuff in his pockets. As he's coming out of the pond--I wish I could have gotten a picture of this--his waders are full of water, he's carrying like 10 gallons of pond water in each leg.
As he hands me his phone, which is completely water-logged, and the keys, he discovers his wallet is gone. Panic sets in. His wallet has his driver's license, his green card, everything that could possibly be of value, is in his wallet... in the pond. Dead ninja duck strikes again.
Well, he wades back in, back tracks, prays (possibly apologizing to the ninja duck in his prayer...?), and eventually finds his wallet. So we trudge again through the snow, Anton soaking wet this time, back to the car and head home. We left the duck.
On the bright side, we had pheasant for dinner. Roasted in the oven with seasoning, strips of bacon, onions, and carrots. After 20 minutes, we removed the bacon and slathered cream of mushroom all over it and let it cook for another 35 minutes. It was amazing. Served with yummy potatoes and a fresh green salad. I didn't know I would like pheasant so much; it's the best bird I've ever tasted, though. : )
After trudging through snow up to my knees, we made it to this rather large pond--lo and behold, there was a duck swimming on the pond (something I later wondered if I should have kept to myself--Anton didn't see him). When we start toward the duck, he goes the opposite direction--we change direction, the duck changes direction. So we split up, Anton goes around one side and I go around the other. When we get to where the duck is, he's hiding in the reeds in the pond, so Anton puts on his waders and goes into the pond while I wait by the bank. He's practically on the other side, when the duck comes paddling, nonchalantly on past me, at which point I call out to Anton and tell him where the duck is. He gets out of the pond as quickly as possible, runs over to me, aims at the duck and shoots.
At the exact moment he pulled the trigger, the duck dived under the water, dodging the bullets by a fraction of a millisecond--the matrix had nothing on this duck, I tell ya what. Weird. So Anton reloads, aims, and pulls the trigger again. By now we realize this is a ninja duck. Seriously. He didn't even try to get away, he just dived under the water like he could see the bullets coming toward him and just happened to be faster. Than the bullets.
Anyway, Anton's a good hunter, and really good shot, so he finally gets the duck... but there's a little problem. It's in the middle of the pond. Anton wades in, but his waders only go up to his thighs, and the water's too deep in the middle of the pond (the duck was not in the middle of the pond, when Anton shot him, by the way). He's just barely out of Anton's reach. Dead ninja duck taunts us.
So Anton says he's coming back. Two seconds later I hear, "WHOO, that's COLD!" as Anton is chest deep in the water, and only about five feet from the duck. But he turns around and comes back because he's afraid of what will happen to the stuff in his pockets. As he's coming out of the pond--I wish I could have gotten a picture of this--his waders are full of water, he's carrying like 10 gallons of pond water in each leg.
As he hands me his phone, which is completely water-logged, and the keys, he discovers his wallet is gone. Panic sets in. His wallet has his driver's license, his green card, everything that could possibly be of value, is in his wallet... in the pond. Dead ninja duck strikes again.
Well, he wades back in, back tracks, prays (possibly apologizing to the ninja duck in his prayer...?), and eventually finds his wallet. So we trudge again through the snow, Anton soaking wet this time, back to the car and head home. We left the duck.
On the bright side, we had pheasant for dinner. Roasted in the oven with seasoning, strips of bacon, onions, and carrots. After 20 minutes, we removed the bacon and slathered cream of mushroom all over it and let it cook for another 35 minutes. It was amazing. Served with yummy potatoes and a fresh green salad. I didn't know I would like pheasant so much; it's the best bird I've ever tasted, though. : )
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Sicky Sick
I told Jeri we needed to see more pictures, to which she claimed I have not been reading her blog because she posts hundreds... so I checked and realized it has been a while.
Anton got sick last week, he was sick for like 5 days, all through General Conference and everything. I feel badly because I didn't think it was that bad for him... our thermometer broke and I didn't know all of his symptoms.
Then I woke up Thursday with a fever. I had a dentist appointment and I still went. Also, Anton was gone on a hunting trip so I had to ride my bike all over town for school and appointments. (I'm terribly out of shape!) So, the dentist shot me up several times AND gave me laughing gas.
By the time I got home, all the dental drugs combined with my fever and the hormones indicating the coming of a special time of month made me really weird. The odd sensation of drool dripping down my right side and having no control over my facial expressions only contributed to how weird I was, and I started posting random things on people's Facebook walls. Like how I wanted to cry for Shantal's baby duck, and something about Neemeepoo to Kallan...
Anyway, I was exhausted. Every part of my body ached--even my eyes, it hurt to look at anything. I felt shaky and weak and I didn't really eat because by the time I got home all I think about was sleep...and I really should have paid more attention to Anton when it happened to him. Luckily for me, he's nicer and he took care of me when he got home from his hunting trip Friday night.
He didn't get anything on his trip, though. That place is supposedly an area where trophy-sized bucks roam and it's only open for a week, but there were none. He saw a lot of does but he only had a buck tag. He was so disappointed. : ( Maybe next time.
I've decided I want a sewing machine for Christmas. Or my birthday. I'm going to sew. Since the school is giving me 76 credits for free to do whatever I want with, I am going to take sewing, cooking, piano lessons, and some outdoor recreation classes. I think I'm more excited for these than I am to actually get my degree.
We got moved from teaching the Sunbeams to the CTR 7 class. I'm going to miss the little munchkins. Anton said he will miss them too! : )
It's a good thing Anton and I talk about child-rearing practices (mostly I make him talk about it) because we were definitely not on the same page three years ago. So I come home and talk with him about what I learn in my classes. Usually he listens to me. We still differ on some issues, though. I'll convert him to my ways soon enough.
My hair faded back to it's natural color. Good thing, because I don't really feel like dyeing it all the time.
All the vegetables in our garden are gone... : ( We didn't get to harvest the watermelons. We planted them too late and it's already started freezing.
I miss playing night games. And camping.
I love vinegar.
Anton got sick last week, he was sick for like 5 days, all through General Conference and everything. I feel badly because I didn't think it was that bad for him... our thermometer broke and I didn't know all of his symptoms.
Then I woke up Thursday with a fever. I had a dentist appointment and I still went. Also, Anton was gone on a hunting trip so I had to ride my bike all over town for school and appointments. (I'm terribly out of shape!) So, the dentist shot me up several times AND gave me laughing gas.
By the time I got home, all the dental drugs combined with my fever and the hormones indicating the coming of a special time of month made me really weird. The odd sensation of drool dripping down my right side and having no control over my facial expressions only contributed to how weird I was, and I started posting random things on people's Facebook walls. Like how I wanted to cry for Shantal's baby duck, and something about Neemeepoo to Kallan...
Anyway, I was exhausted. Every part of my body ached--even my eyes, it hurt to look at anything. I felt shaky and weak and I didn't really eat because by the time I got home all I think about was sleep...and I really should have paid more attention to Anton when it happened to him. Luckily for me, he's nicer and he took care of me when he got home from his hunting trip Friday night.
He didn't get anything on his trip, though. That place is supposedly an area where trophy-sized bucks roam and it's only open for a week, but there were none. He saw a lot of does but he only had a buck tag. He was so disappointed. : ( Maybe next time.
I've decided I want a sewing machine for Christmas. Or my birthday. I'm going to sew. Since the school is giving me 76 credits for free to do whatever I want with, I am going to take sewing, cooking, piano lessons, and some outdoor recreation classes. I think I'm more excited for these than I am to actually get my degree.
We got moved from teaching the Sunbeams to the CTR 7 class. I'm going to miss the little munchkins. Anton said he will miss them too! : )
It's a good thing Anton and I talk about child-rearing practices (mostly I make him talk about it) because we were definitely not on the same page three years ago. So I come home and talk with him about what I learn in my classes. Usually he listens to me. We still differ on some issues, though. I'll convert him to my ways soon enough.
My hair faded back to it's natural color. Good thing, because I don't really feel like dyeing it all the time.
All the vegetables in our garden are gone... : ( We didn't get to harvest the watermelons. We planted them too late and it's already started freezing.
I miss playing night games. And camping.
I love vinegar.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Lullabies in Rexburg
A couple nights ago, Anton told me that he needs to "come up with a lullaby." He meant alibi. I think I like lullaby better...
Anyway, we were talking about future plans (mostly he was talking and I was agreeing with everything he said because I was playing chess on my phone--I'd turned it up to be as difficult as it could get), and we've decided to stay in Rexburg for a few more years after we graduate. Unless Anton finds a higher paying job elsewhere, which is not as likely since he already has an in here.
The good part of that is that I can take any classes I want even after I'm graduated because everything will be free for me. I'll be able to learn tons of things...sewing, cooking, horseback riding, piano lessons, art, finance, outdoor recreation--I could drop Junior off at the school's baby place for an hour, while I go mountaineering, come home and play with baby--awesome day. Also, we could take trips without having to worry about school.
Plus, when you work for the Church in one place, you can work for the church anywhere. We could even work for the church in Ukraine for a while if things work out. Then I could be teaching my kids English instead of Russian, which would be easier for me, obviously, since I don't speak Russian.
The down side of this decision...staying in Rexburg. There's an apartment complex that hosts parties quite often. They use a loud speaker and I can hear it like it's in my front yard. Why does it have to be so loud? I know where they are it's not that close to me. And there are those stupid trains. Also, Rexburg is the ugliest place I've ever lived. There's not a whole lot to do here either, except go to school. I could go on, and on. I could also probably find things I hate about any place I live. So, I've decided to try and get to like Rexburg. Use earplugs at night, maybe. Find fun things to do that I just don't know about. Overcome my snobbishness about Rexburg being ugly. Try making friends...
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Creepy, Creepy, Creepy
At 3:30 this morning, I heard footsteps outside my window. My window was open because it was super hot, and I had pulled the curtains open to let more night air in, and I had a reading lamp on. Anyway, I'm laying there, reading, about to go to sleep--I wasn't sleepy before and reading makes me sleepy (also it's an interesting book)-- when I hear, very clearly, someone walking outside my window. Slowly. Like a creeper. And then it stops. I wait for a few minutes, thinking, maybe who-ever-it-was walked away and I can't hear the footsteps anymore...but then I heard him (or her) move, right outside my window! I was a little freaked out because there is nothing there--outside my window--it's just my house, so why would someone stop and be staring at my house? I usually don't lock the door because I think it's silly, but Anton made me promise to do it that night and I did, thank goodness. The creeper is now walking back and forth, pacing right by my window. I thought about saying, "Honey, there's someone outside our window, go grab the gun!" Even though I was completely alone because Anton was at work. But then the creeper started walking away. Good thing, too, because I really did have a gun (five of them). I haven't told Anton yet, because I'm pretty sure he would freak out and get all excited about shooting some criminal-- who may have even been some innocent person out for a walk...by our house.
And on to less creepy things... This morning I made breakfast--Yay! I cooked some leftover rice and fried zucchini, and added real bacon bits, and I cooked an egg--which is unusual for me because I hate eggs. The only reason I did do an egg, was so I could use my cute, tiny, one-egg pan that Anton gave me like a year-ago. Unfortunately, it didn't taste very good. I was pretty disappointed. And it made my house smell gross... I think I'll stick with pancakes or cereal from now on.
So, here is a picture of me with my black-ish hair (that Anton took), which is also on facebook.
And on to less creepy things... This morning I made breakfast--Yay! I cooked some leftover rice and fried zucchini, and added real bacon bits, and I cooked an egg--which is unusual for me because I hate eggs. The only reason I did do an egg, was so I could use my cute, tiny, one-egg pan that Anton gave me like a year-ago. Unfortunately, it didn't taste very good. I was pretty disappointed. And it made my house smell gross... I think I'll stick with pancakes or cereal from now on.
So, here is a picture of me with my black-ish hair (that Anton took), which is also on facebook.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Funny Story
Anton and I went to the store to get some things, but when we got there I didn't feel like going in, so I gave him the list and told him I'd be hangin' out in the car. When he comes back (with way more than what was on the list) he said, "So, when you said mascara... did you mean eye liner...?" For some reason I felt like this was going to happen. "No, if I wanted eye liner, I would have written...eye liner... on the list instead of mascara."
Also, during a special time of month for me when I was feeling particularly depressed, he came home and said, "Honey, I got you something that will make you feel better." Guess what he had. Go ahead, you'll never guess. Was it chocolate? That's what I was thinking when he said it would make me feel better. Nope. Orange flavored gummy bears! Firstly, I hate gummy bears. Secondly, I hate anything orange flavored. But he was so sincere and actually thought that would make me feel better because--this is what he said, "Look! Tiny, little bears!" I just laughed...and wished I had chocolate.
And now...we are having rabbit for dinner. For real. Anton went spotlighting this morning before the sun came up, and he got a rabbit. And we're eating it for dinner tonight. I put some veggies, from my garden : ) together and seasoned them to put in the oven and bake to go with his rabbit, which he is cooking according to an Italian recipe he found. Incidentally, he swears he was supposed to be Italian instead of Ukrainian. I think I'll wait until after dinner to post this so I can include how it turns out.
Okay. That may have just been the best dinner Anton and I have ever made together. Honestly, I didn't think I would like rabbit. Turns out, there is pretty much no fat or gristle and maybe it was the way Anton cooked it, but it tasted pretty darn good. And my veggie concoction was a piece of heaven.
I will share what I did: Cut up some potatoes, carrots, zucchini (those were all the ones I had, Anton used the others for his part), seasoned them with onion powder, garlic salt, seasoned salt, pepper, and some mesquite chicken seasoning, and then I sprinkled olive oil and real bacon bits all over it and baked it in the oven. Amazing!
P.S. I dyed my hair for the first time in my life. It was supposed to be darkest brown...but it turned black. It was a couple weeks ago, and now it has faded to darkest brown. I think I like it. I think I will stay dark forever.
Also, during a special time of month for me when I was feeling particularly depressed, he came home and said, "Honey, I got you something that will make you feel better." Guess what he had. Go ahead, you'll never guess. Was it chocolate? That's what I was thinking when he said it would make me feel better. Nope. Orange flavored gummy bears! Firstly, I hate gummy bears. Secondly, I hate anything orange flavored. But he was so sincere and actually thought that would make me feel better because--this is what he said, "Look! Tiny, little bears!" I just laughed...and wished I had chocolate.
And now...we are having rabbit for dinner. For real. Anton went spotlighting this morning before the sun came up, and he got a rabbit. And we're eating it for dinner tonight. I put some veggies, from my garden : ) together and seasoned them to put in the oven and bake to go with his rabbit, which he is cooking according to an Italian recipe he found. Incidentally, he swears he was supposed to be Italian instead of Ukrainian. I think I'll wait until after dinner to post this so I can include how it turns out.
Okay. That may have just been the best dinner Anton and I have ever made together. Honestly, I didn't think I would like rabbit. Turns out, there is pretty much no fat or gristle and maybe it was the way Anton cooked it, but it tasted pretty darn good. And my veggie concoction was a piece of heaven.
I will share what I did: Cut up some potatoes, carrots, zucchini (those were all the ones I had, Anton used the others for his part), seasoned them with onion powder, garlic salt, seasoned salt, pepper, and some mesquite chicken seasoning, and then I sprinkled olive oil and real bacon bits all over it and baked it in the oven. Amazing!
P.S. I dyed my hair for the first time in my life. It was supposed to be darkest brown...but it turned black. It was a couple weeks ago, and now it has faded to darkest brown. I think I like it. I think I will stay dark forever.
Hello, is it me you're looking for...
So, the blogger layout has changed since I've been away... from writing. I finally feel like I have time--because I do have time. And now I don't really know what to do with all of it. Cleaned the house, bought some books for the next semester, started doing homework for next semester... and I still have lots of time. I'm going to have to find a hobby or something. I will be taking a class over the summer break, though, and doing a lot of reading for my literature class in the fall.
Gardening takes time. A lot more time than I thought. I spent several hours weeding the other day. And that was only three carrot rows. We are learning many, many things about gardening. Like that we should have planted way earlier, watered more often when we first plated, and thought about what exactly we were planting (we have way too many radishes. I don't even really like radishes. I think Anton just discovered they're not exactly his favorite either). Our garden is looking better than it did. Before it looked like a bunch of weeds growing randomly throughout our garden space; now it looks like a small, week garden, but still a garden. I think Rebecca and Lavar (our landlords who live in the other half of the duplex) secretly help us with it (their side looks like a tropical rain forest).
Anyway, I like Child Development much better than any of my other majors. Not just because it's easier (which it is), but also because I feel like it's more valuable and something I would use more. Took my last Russian class. Got an A. Still don't speak Russian... ; (
I think I'm getting better at cooking. More often, that is, not better at cooking food that tastes good. Oh, we moved again ( 3 months ago)... not sure if I mentioned that before. We live in a house now, it's pretty sweet. We have a back yard, and a front yard, garage, hammock, grill, garden, all sorts of cool, homey stuff. That about sums it all up.
Gardening takes time. A lot more time than I thought. I spent several hours weeding the other day. And that was only three carrot rows. We are learning many, many things about gardening. Like that we should have planted way earlier, watered more often when we first plated, and thought about what exactly we were planting (we have way too many radishes. I don't even really like radishes. I think Anton just discovered they're not exactly his favorite either). Our garden is looking better than it did. Before it looked like a bunch of weeds growing randomly throughout our garden space; now it looks like a small, week garden, but still a garden. I think Rebecca and Lavar (our landlords who live in the other half of the duplex) secretly help us with it (their side looks like a tropical rain forest).
Anyway, I like Child Development much better than any of my other majors. Not just because it's easier (which it is), but also because I feel like it's more valuable and something I would use more. Took my last Russian class. Got an A. Still don't speak Russian... ; (
I think I'm getting better at cooking. More often, that is, not better at cooking food that tastes good. Oh, we moved again ( 3 months ago)... not sure if I mentioned that before. We live in a house now, it's pretty sweet. We have a back yard, and a front yard, garage, hammock, grill, garden, all sorts of cool, homey stuff. That about sums it all up.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
I despise food.
We did some spring cleaning yesterday...can't believe how much useless crap we had in our closets all this time. I had been wondering what was in all those boxes in there. We pretty much filled up the dumpster outside. And gave the rest to DI. I feel so free now...
I've been kind of obsessed with smelly things. When I try to put some scented oil or wax in a stone thing and light a candle under it, the smell is too strong, but when I use this thing you plug into the wall with a light to heat the wax, it's not strong enough (to cover up the cooking smell). I can't find the right one and it's driving me crazy. I don't want to cook because the smell lingers and I smell it all the time. And I hate it. So we only eat sandwiches or pancakes.
Speaking of cooking (or not cooking)... I finally watched "If You Could Only Cook." Loved it! I couldn't watch it before because Alan's old X-box wouldn't play it. It was so funny! And the main gangster's right hand guy reminded me a lot of Kyle, for some reason. Maybe it was his smile.
Anton really wants to steal Logan's kitty. He misses having a fun little kitty to play with (because we would watch Shantal's when she went out of town-- which was often). I would like to have a baby pet (only a baby one, though). But I hate animal hair.
That's pretty much everything in our lives.
I've been kind of obsessed with smelly things. When I try to put some scented oil or wax in a stone thing and light a candle under it, the smell is too strong, but when I use this thing you plug into the wall with a light to heat the wax, it's not strong enough (to cover up the cooking smell). I can't find the right one and it's driving me crazy. I don't want to cook because the smell lingers and I smell it all the time. And I hate it. So we only eat sandwiches or pancakes.
Speaking of cooking (or not cooking)... I finally watched "If You Could Only Cook." Loved it! I couldn't watch it before because Alan's old X-box wouldn't play it. It was so funny! And the main gangster's right hand guy reminded me a lot of Kyle, for some reason. Maybe it was his smile.
Anton really wants to steal Logan's kitty. He misses having a fun little kitty to play with (because we would watch Shantal's when she went out of town-- which was often). I would like to have a baby pet (only a baby one, though). But I hate animal hair.
That's pretty much everything in our lives.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Patrick Dempsey and Missing Asians...
So the wisdom teeth thing went well. No swelling, healing quickly. No pain...except in one place where my bone is sticking out. But the dentist put some gel in it to help. The gel tastes very strongly of clove oil...very strongly. Everything I eat tastes like clove oil.
The pain is so minimal I don't even notice it. Except at night. I fall asleep but the tiny bit of pain keeps me from falling all the way asleep. So I dream like crazy-- it's like watching really weird movies all night-- until Anton comes home and I'm finally released from my half-sleep prison enough to move my limbs and take something. You'd think I would learn to take something before I sleep but I feel like I can handle it and then it just keeps happening.
Last night I had a dream about Patrick Dempsey. I was at home with mom and dad and they were alluding to my having a crush on him, and he was there in the kitchen while they were making fun of me. They were saying things like, "are you going to eat your McLunch?" and then snickering... because he was McDreamy... in my dream. He smiled politely and then went upstairs. I don't know what he was going to do up there but I was kind of embarrassed. In my dream.
Anton is having a hard time with school. English is a foreign language for him but economics is even more foreign. They use lots of complicated words that nobody really uses. He's thinking about taking more financing classes, maybe going that direction a little more.
Also, I think our crazy Asian neighbors moved (the ones who yell and scream bloody murder) and were replaced by white people who like to play loud rap/hip hop music all day. You know those songs you hear everywhere you go, all the time-- the ones that could be tolerated once in a while but after about the 97th time it just gets annoying...
The pain is so minimal I don't even notice it. Except at night. I fall asleep but the tiny bit of pain keeps me from falling all the way asleep. So I dream like crazy-- it's like watching really weird movies all night-- until Anton comes home and I'm finally released from my half-sleep prison enough to move my limbs and take something. You'd think I would learn to take something before I sleep but I feel like I can handle it and then it just keeps happening.
Last night I had a dream about Patrick Dempsey. I was at home with mom and dad and they were alluding to my having a crush on him, and he was there in the kitchen while they were making fun of me. They were saying things like, "are you going to eat your McLunch?" and then snickering... because he was McDreamy... in my dream. He smiled politely and then went upstairs. I don't know what he was going to do up there but I was kind of embarrassed. In my dream.
Anton is having a hard time with school. English is a foreign language for him but economics is even more foreign. They use lots of complicated words that nobody really uses. He's thinking about taking more financing classes, maybe going that direction a little more.
Also, I think our crazy Asian neighbors moved (the ones who yell and scream bloody murder) and were replaced by white people who like to play loud rap/hip hop music all day. You know those songs you hear everywhere you go, all the time-- the ones that could be tolerated once in a while but after about the 97th time it just gets annoying...
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Wisdom Teeth are Mean
So after talking to Mom and Jeri about not having any problems with my wisdom teeth... on Monday I noticed the gums around my wisdom tooth were sore, and figured it was sinking back down, like what mom said happened to her. So I thought, I'll just wait 'till it comes out again and then have it pulled. The pain got really bad. Really bad. I was so swollen on the inside I couldn't open my mouth enough to eat very much. And I couldn't swallow-- even my own saliva. So I went to the dentist on Wednesday. He told my my gums were infected because there's not enough room for that tooth (and the infection spread through my jaw and throat), gave me some antibiotics, saved my life... I'm getting it pulled next week if the infection's gone.
The worst part was that on Valentine's Day, I just happened to make the best dinner I've ever made. Marinaded some chicken from the previous day, made the most amazing potato casserole, and a green salad with ranch, and I couldn't eat it. I got some tiny pieces in my mouth (enough to know it was the best thing I've ever made), but the pain of swallowing kept me from eating. So I starved for a couple days. It's all good, now, though. I love antibiotics. And my dentist.
It didn't kill all the pain, but at least I can eat and yawn. I think pain in my mouth makes me really emotional. I've been doing weird things. The other night I called Anton while he was at work around 2:45 A.M. I was perfectly fine, I just couldn't sleep and wanted to talk. The second he answered and asked me how I was doing, I started balling like a little baby. It didn't hurt that bad and I don't know why I cried but it really scared Anton. He had no idea what was going on-- probably thought I was in an accident or something scary.
On a different note, Shantal has a sewing machine so I think I'm going to start sewing and stuff. Probably mostly blankets. I don't think I can do anything else. I found some cool baby blanket ideas.
P.S. Had my first plane ride. Smallish plane, but it was super cool. Anton did it for our anniversary. I even got to fly most of the way. The pilot told me I was really good but I think he was just trying to be nice so I wouldn't get too nervous and do something irrational.
The worst part was that on Valentine's Day, I just happened to make the best dinner I've ever made. Marinaded some chicken from the previous day, made the most amazing potato casserole, and a green salad with ranch, and I couldn't eat it. I got some tiny pieces in my mouth (enough to know it was the best thing I've ever made), but the pain of swallowing kept me from eating. So I starved for a couple days. It's all good, now, though. I love antibiotics. And my dentist.
It didn't kill all the pain, but at least I can eat and yawn. I think pain in my mouth makes me really emotional. I've been doing weird things. The other night I called Anton while he was at work around 2:45 A.M. I was perfectly fine, I just couldn't sleep and wanted to talk. The second he answered and asked me how I was doing, I started balling like a little baby. It didn't hurt that bad and I don't know why I cried but it really scared Anton. He had no idea what was going on-- probably thought I was in an accident or something scary.
On a different note, Shantal has a sewing machine so I think I'm going to start sewing and stuff. Probably mostly blankets. I don't think I can do anything else. I found some cool baby blanket ideas.
P.S. Had my first plane ride. Smallish plane, but it was super cool. Anton did it for our anniversary. I even got to fly most of the way. The pilot told me I was really good but I think he was just trying to be nice so I wouldn't get too nervous and do something irrational.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Duck Dinner
I wrote this a while ago, and forgot I didn't post it. So, this is the old stuff:
Yeah, Anton's really into duck hunting. He brings one home about every other day and we have duck for dinner. It's pretty good-- but only when it's cooked right, otherwise it's not so good. And I can't eat it as a leftover. I like to bake it in the oven for a couple hours. It tastes like a really good pot roast (with less fat). Nothing like chicken, which is what I had been expecting. But the best part is that Anton loves it. Duck season ends on Friday and then he will move on to coyotes.
I can't be a full time student this semester because it's my off track and they changed the rules-- I now have to come up with the money myself (which is kind of hard, since I spend most of my life being a student instead of earning money). But I got a loan so I could at least keep taking Russian. It's a lot better when I only have that to study. But it's still hard.
Since I'm not a full-time student I decided to tuff it out and keep my job a while longer. Also I work out with Shantal every night. I'm still in pain from working out too hard when we first started (almost two weeks ago). So I haven't been cooking more. But I am going to... because I need to eat more, otherwise all this working out is doing me no good. Well, maybe some good.
I got everything I need to make bread and started on it after I got home from work tonight... and realized I need to buy dry milk. Thought I had everything, but I didn't. Anton was pretty bummed. I told him I'll go to the store first thing in the morning and get some dry milk and he will have hot, fresh bread waiting for him in the afternoon.
Yeah, Anton's really into duck hunting. He brings one home about every other day and we have duck for dinner. It's pretty good-- but only when it's cooked right, otherwise it's not so good. And I can't eat it as a leftover. I like to bake it in the oven for a couple hours. It tastes like a really good pot roast (with less fat). Nothing like chicken, which is what I had been expecting. But the best part is that Anton loves it. Duck season ends on Friday and then he will move on to coyotes.
I can't be a full time student this semester because it's my off track and they changed the rules-- I now have to come up with the money myself (which is kind of hard, since I spend most of my life being a student instead of earning money). But I got a loan so I could at least keep taking Russian. It's a lot better when I only have that to study. But it's still hard.
Since I'm not a full-time student I decided to tuff it out and keep my job a while longer. Also I work out with Shantal every night. I'm still in pain from working out too hard when we first started (almost two weeks ago). So I haven't been cooking more. But I am going to... because I need to eat more, otherwise all this working out is doing me no good. Well, maybe some good.
I got everything I need to make bread and started on it after I got home from work tonight... and realized I need to buy dry milk. Thought I had everything, but I didn't. Anton was pretty bummed. I told him I'll go to the store first thing in the morning and get some dry milk and he will have hot, fresh bread waiting for him in the afternoon.
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