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ebonlockHave you ever been so tired that you just wanted to cry? I think I'm about as close to that state as one can get and still remain upright. My horoscope for today assured me that my productivity was going to be in the toilet. I would have to agree with the stars on this occasion.
Still, while I've been too busy to do things like sleep and clean my house, I've been thoroughly enjoying my sisters' visit. Menara was a lot of fun last night, though our party of 6 was by far the biggest and most vocal in the place. It was almost like a private party or something, and Una seemed delighted to have some familiar faces there.
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silkblade and senatorhatty rounded out the group, and while the two of them enjoyed the "Dinner Menara", the rest of us indulged in the vegetarian option. Our waiter was incredibly cool and got the kitchen to make our Bastilla vegan so my sis could enjoy it too. They ran out of figs and ended up using apricots instead, which was an interesting change. Overall I like the figs better, but it was still quite yummy. Makes me want to try my hand at one again. We also found out the yummy 'tater balls are vegan and we inhaled the entire plate full in a matter of seconds.
At some point in the evening all of us were pulled up to dance except my sis Leah, who vehemently declined. There was much clapping and laughing and many photos were taken. I think we ended up finishing dinner around 9 as Una came over and joined our party for the last half an hour or so over baklava and mint tea. Mmmm, mint tea.
Ahem.
Anyway, I stepped on the scale this morning and decided that the first order of business after my sisters take off on Saturday is to start moving more and eating less again. I know, I know, a couple of pounds doesn't seem like that much, but on me it's noticeable and I don't like it. I was just starting to feel good about the new, healthier, sleeker me, and I want to get back to that.
So, no more eating out for a while, and Saturday I take on my jungle of a backyard. I swear I can hear monkeys in the peach tree. I've got nothing against monkeys, but I don't want them in my backyard.
Speaking of the yard, one of my favorite purchases in LA was KILLER SNAILS! I am not making this up, btw, they're real and I bought some! See they're natural predators of those fucking little brown garden snails. You know the ones who eat my plants (speaking of which, my broccoli seedlings are now no more, gah!), leave disgusting trails everywhere, and crunch underfoot disturbingly. Now I don't have to invest in nasty chemicals or salts or copper, I can just let nature take its course. I only wish I'd gotten more of them, ah well, hopefully they'll be fruitful and multiply. Between them and the mantis eggs I invested in I'm hoping to go all natural in my pest control this year. Woo!
While I lost my broccoli my strawberries and nasturtium seem to be doing fine. I saved a good portion of KILLER SNAILS for the strawberries and hope they'll be happily patrolling the patch for some time to come. Which reminds me, I really need to water stuff tonight. Must...make...time...
Did I mention how tired I am? Thought so.
While lots of folks seem to enjoy pointing at war protesters and laughing long and loud, I get my own chuckles from things like the above name changes. Sometimes the silliness of folks on both sides of the issue just has to make you laugh. Well that or cry, and I prefer laughing myself.
I think I tend to expect too much maturity from the population in general, and whether you're staging a "die in" or pouring French wine down a gutter, I think you're focusing too much on theatrics and not enough on issues. But that's just my perspective. Theatrics do tend to make the news, though, and they're apparently much more fun to watch than folks sitting around discussing things in an adult manner, or at least it seems that way to me. Perhaps I'm just being inordinately cynical these days.
Wish I could be as eloquent as Bryant in his March 26, 2003 blog entry, on the whole French issue. I may not personally like "the French", particularly as I experienced them in Paris in 1992, but I don't see them as evil anti-American, pro-Saddam monsters either. And...well...ok, maybe I took a wee bit of pleasure in ordering French toast for breakfast this weekend. Of course it would've been even more fun if the menu had actually read "Freedom Toast". *G*
Still, while I've been too busy to do things like sleep and clean my house, I've been thoroughly enjoying my sisters' visit. Menara was a lot of fun last night, though our party of 6 was by far the biggest and most vocal in the place. It was almost like a private party or something, and Una seemed delighted to have some familiar faces there.
silkblade and senatorhatty rounded out the group, and while the two of them enjoyed the "Dinner Menara", the rest of us indulged in the vegetarian option. Our waiter was incredibly cool and got the kitchen to make our Bastilla vegan so my sis could enjoy it too. They ran out of figs and ended up using apricots instead, which was an interesting change. Overall I like the figs better, but it was still quite yummy. Makes me want to try my hand at one again. We also found out the yummy 'tater balls are vegan and we inhaled the entire plate full in a matter of seconds. At some point in the evening all of us were pulled up to dance except my sis Leah, who vehemently declined. There was much clapping and laughing and many photos were taken. I think we ended up finishing dinner around 9 as Una came over and joined our party for the last half an hour or so over baklava and mint tea. Mmmm, mint tea.
Ahem.
Anyway, I stepped on the scale this morning and decided that the first order of business after my sisters take off on Saturday is to start moving more and eating less again. I know, I know, a couple of pounds doesn't seem like that much, but on me it's noticeable and I don't like it. I was just starting to feel good about the new, healthier, sleeker me, and I want to get back to that.
So, no more eating out for a while, and Saturday I take on my jungle of a backyard. I swear I can hear monkeys in the peach tree. I've got nothing against monkeys, but I don't want them in my backyard.
Speaking of the yard, one of my favorite purchases in LA was KILLER SNAILS! I am not making this up, btw, they're real and I bought some! See they're natural predators of those fucking little brown garden snails. You know the ones who eat my plants (speaking of which, my broccoli seedlings are now no more, gah!), leave disgusting trails everywhere, and crunch underfoot disturbingly. Now I don't have to invest in nasty chemicals or salts or copper, I can just let nature take its course. I only wish I'd gotten more of them, ah well, hopefully they'll be fruitful and multiply. Between them and the mantis eggs I invested in I'm hoping to go all natural in my pest control this year. Woo!
While I lost my broccoli my strawberries and nasturtium seem to be doing fine. I saved a good portion of KILLER SNAILS for the strawberries and hope they'll be happily patrolling the patch for some time to come. Which reminds me, I really need to water stuff tonight. Must...make...time...
Did I mention how tired I am? Thought so.
While lots of folks seem to enjoy pointing at war protesters and laughing long and loud, I get my own chuckles from things like the above name changes. Sometimes the silliness of folks on both sides of the issue just has to make you laugh. Well that or cry, and I prefer laughing myself.
I think I tend to expect too much maturity from the population in general, and whether you're staging a "die in" or pouring French wine down a gutter, I think you're focusing too much on theatrics and not enough on issues. But that's just my perspective. Theatrics do tend to make the news, though, and they're apparently much more fun to watch than folks sitting around discussing things in an adult manner, or at least it seems that way to me. Perhaps I'm just being inordinately cynical these days.
Wish I could be as eloquent as Bryant in his March 26, 2003 blog entry, on the whole French issue. I may not personally like "the French", particularly as I experienced them in Paris in 1992, but I don't see them as evil anti-American, pro-Saddam monsters either. And...well...ok, maybe I took a wee bit of pleasure in ordering French toast for breakfast this weekend. Of course it would've been even more fun if the menu had actually read "Freedom Toast". *G*
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Date: 2003-03-27 09:29 am (UTC)Did you still want to try to do the Warrior Goddess workout on Sunday mornings? I'm curious to at least try it once, although I may not be able to do it with y'all *every* Sunday.
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Date: 2003-03-27 09:37 am (UTC)Yes indeed, though we have class this Sunday, and then there's this big clearance sale at We3, so we may have to do it later in the afternoon.
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Date: 2003-03-27 09:43 am (UTC)