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i seem to be suffering from writer's anxiety. with the meme thing, i had subjects and guides, but now its all "whatever you want to talk about" type stuff. i'm so used to editing myself over on facebook since so many drama llamas are friends with me over there, not to mention my mother and my brother...
i'm not really sure how to go about this. i have no idea how i used to be able to do this multiple times daily.
guess i'll start with friday? i DJ'd at the chamber with lori. it was fun, and the 10 people that were there that didn't come with me seemed to really like what i played. i got to see my long lost lori, play some fun music, be showered in lori's amazing wares (buy the pumpkin pie sugar scrub. seriously.) and even had a few people ask me the names of songs i played which is always a compliment as a DJ. there was a trio of drunk/high guys that were following me around like lost puppies after they were done shouting at lori in the dj booth, so i took this opportunity to make them humiliate themselves on the dance floor, and whenever one got too close to me on the dance floor i pointed at my wedding rings then pointed at my husband sitting ominously in the corner in the shadows. i didn't realize how much i missed djing, and it was awesome to have a bunch of my closest friends there for it.
saturday i wanted to die because i was so sore from dancing all night in giant stompy goth boots. luckily lori loaded me up with aches and pains balms and such to help ease the misery. regardless, justin took me to cilantro for my birthday. ho.ly.crap. i was seriously taken aback by the quality of food we were served. i had one of the best sakura rolls i've ever had, and the kanisu was ridiculous good - it put sushi rock to shame. their plating was excellent, the green tea was wonderful and justin said it was the best white curry he'd ever had (i had a bite, it truly was amazing. i've been experimenting with thai and indian food in the kitchen lately and i felt humbled...). we ordered the soft shell crabs as an appetizer as well and they were done perfectly (though eating the whole body still throws me off a bit, they're still tasty little bastards). my meal was a mix of different seafood (squid, mussels, shrimp, scallops and veggies in a spicy garlic sauce) which i have no complaints about, but i kind of wish i'd gotten something more exotic, especially after tasting justin's curry. the prices were pretty good too, and their lunch prices are quite affordable from what i saw online. my only complaint is that the service was REALLY slow, and we were there BEFORE dinner rush. the girl was just an idiot. at one point the manager brought us one of the things we ordered since we were sitting there staring off into space for about a half hour. other than that, i'd highly recommend the place if you like thai or japanese.
today i woke up all pissy. not really sure why, but everything was pissing me off. i felt like justin was being uniquely redundant, which - while there is a lot of things he is quite redundant about - this was just ridiculous. he'd repeat back to me anything i said, which reminded me of all the shrinks i've been through in my life, especially during the diagnosis of asperger's and bipolar. "active listening" i think its called. also - i have asthma. on bad days, its hard for me to get a sentence out, let alone repeat it 10 times. at one point i had to take a breath and finish taking a drink of water before i could repeat myself, but he was already answering after saying "what?" which fucking infuriated me. WHY THE FUCK DO YOU SAY WHAT IF YOU FUCKING HEARD WHAT I SAID?!?!?!?! its hard to talk, yet i feel like i have to say everything twice because he can't pay attention long enough to listen to me complete a sentence. i have to remind myself that he's most likely got ADD and he's not medicated, he's making real efforts in controlling it - which i know from experience is difficult - but sweet christ its difficult when i can hardly breathe and i have to repeat something he already heard. later in the night i had an asthma attack when i was getting dad's laundry out of the basement. i was calling for help and no one came. i crawled up the stairs because i was too dizzy to stand, and he was like "oh, you meant you needed me down there?!" as my lips were turning blue. no, i needed you to wait up here playing with your guns until i got upstairs while trying to yell "babe, help! i need my rescue inhaler!" i'm not sure if i was just extra cranky from being sick (again) and in pain plus the whole not breathing well thing or if he really was being a complete moron. he's an incredibly intelligent guy, and it pisses me off to no end when he acts like an idiot. he's better than that.
anyways.
dad came over for my birthday since i didn't think he'd want to go to the chamber (though he might - he LOVES people) on friday and he wasn't feeling well saturday. i was elated to see him moving so well (comparatively), and in such good spirits. he was cracking jokes and smiling, which is a sign that he's feeling better than usual. the fact that he was able to come over and shower on his own is a GREAT sign. he didn't fall over at all with his walker, and he was ordering justin to bring him glasses of whiskey, which is both hilarious (because justin got him hooked on jamison's and bushmills) and wonderful at the same time. he said he couldn't wrap my gifts so i had to close my eyes while he put them in my hands, lol. the first was a kitchen chopper made by faberware. he knows i LOVE to cook and i DO NOT half-ass ingredients, but i also have AS which makes using my hands for fine motor function difficult sometimes. sometimes i can't even button my own pants. i refuse to buy pre-minced garlic, because it tastes like crap compared to hand mincing it. i will not take shortcuts when it comes to cooking. i might not paint or draw anymore, but i'm still and artist, and my canvas is your tongue (that sounds kind of dirty...). you either do it right or you don't do it at all. we also eat a LOT of salad in this house, and chopping ingredients for salad small enough that justin will eat it can be really frustrating when your hands aren't working quite right.
next was a hand mixer. i had a really expensive badass hand mixer, but i used it when we first moved into the new kent place where we are now, not knowing that one of the kitchen outlets has a short, and i shorted it out making zucchini bread. i was pissed, but i let it go since i don't really bake all that much and really had no control over the situation, but there have been many occasions since it bit the dust that i really wished i had it (mainly holidays for my infamous fontina cheese and broccoli whipped potatoes. i WILL NOT buy that crap in the boxes. i'm fucking irish, its blasphemy to half-ass potatoes). apparently a little husband... i mean birdy... told dad i needed a new one.
then... the peace de resistance... a kitchenaid standing mixer. this gift came coupled with the info that dad will be teaching me a family recipe that has almost totally died out for old world kaluski, and he's the only person that knows it now. i was blown away. especially when i found out all the things you can actually do with this mixer. you can get attachments to do almost goddamn anything. it came with a dough hook, a flat beater and a wire whip, but you can get attachments to make anything from pasta to sausage links. oh the possibilities!! i've recently been slowly converting my household to eating nothing pre-made or with preservatives, kind of a "whole food" approach because i'm sick of feeling like shit, and produce is much cheaper than shit from the freezer aisle. we've also been eating a LOT of fish because giant eagle (a grocery store around here for those of you not from NE ohio) had a massive seafood sale last week and i took full advantage of that and packed my freezer with fishies... i mean, 4 lbs of salmon for $10?! how can you pass that up?! since then i've been feeling healthier. obviously not amazingly so, but i've noticed a difference. maybe its mercury poisoning. heh.
for dinner we got chipotle and justin got me a peanut butter chocolate cake (though i think it was more for him since i really don't like cake unless its issa's "murder caek", lol) and we watched "the last exorcism" which was pretty awesome until the end. the ending was pretty rosemary's baby minus the hilarious asian dude saying "hail satan!" i'm fairly certain i ate more calories today alone than i have all week. so much for watching what i eat, lol.
my mom and stepdad apparently got me a gift as well, so we're going to have them over for dinner next weekend where i will be making my bacon-wrapped stuffed salmon. i need to figure something out that i can make with the new mixer so i have an excuse to bust it out and casually leave it on the counter all like "oh, that old thing?" lol.
all in all its been a pretty awesome 30th birthday, between djing, seeing a bunch of friends i don't see enough of, discovering an amazing restaurant, dad being spunky and the awesome and thoughtful gifts i got (oooh, i almost forgot to mention my purple chevron sleeves from the issamonster! if i dj again in the winter, those are certainly coming with me). its been a good weekend :D.
i'm not really sure how to go about this. i have no idea how i used to be able to do this multiple times daily.
guess i'll start with friday? i DJ'd at the chamber with lori. it was fun, and the 10 people that were there that didn't come with me seemed to really like what i played. i got to see my long lost lori, play some fun music, be showered in lori's amazing wares (buy the pumpkin pie sugar scrub. seriously.) and even had a few people ask me the names of songs i played which is always a compliment as a DJ. there was a trio of drunk/high guys that were following me around like lost puppies after they were done shouting at lori in the dj booth, so i took this opportunity to make them humiliate themselves on the dance floor, and whenever one got too close to me on the dance floor i pointed at my wedding rings then pointed at my husband sitting ominously in the corner in the shadows. i didn't realize how much i missed djing, and it was awesome to have a bunch of my closest friends there for it.
saturday i wanted to die because i was so sore from dancing all night in giant stompy goth boots. luckily lori loaded me up with aches and pains balms and such to help ease the misery. regardless, justin took me to cilantro for my birthday. ho.ly.crap. i was seriously taken aback by the quality of food we were served. i had one of the best sakura rolls i've ever had, and the kanisu was ridiculous good - it put sushi rock to shame. their plating was excellent, the green tea was wonderful and justin said it was the best white curry he'd ever had (i had a bite, it truly was amazing. i've been experimenting with thai and indian food in the kitchen lately and i felt humbled...). we ordered the soft shell crabs as an appetizer as well and they were done perfectly (though eating the whole body still throws me off a bit, they're still tasty little bastards). my meal was a mix of different seafood (squid, mussels, shrimp, scallops and veggies in a spicy garlic sauce) which i have no complaints about, but i kind of wish i'd gotten something more exotic, especially after tasting justin's curry. the prices were pretty good too, and their lunch prices are quite affordable from what i saw online. my only complaint is that the service was REALLY slow, and we were there BEFORE dinner rush. the girl was just an idiot. at one point the manager brought us one of the things we ordered since we were sitting there staring off into space for about a half hour. other than that, i'd highly recommend the place if you like thai or japanese.
today i woke up all pissy. not really sure why, but everything was pissing me off. i felt like justin was being uniquely redundant, which - while there is a lot of things he is quite redundant about - this was just ridiculous. he'd repeat back to me anything i said, which reminded me of all the shrinks i've been through in my life, especially during the diagnosis of asperger's and bipolar. "active listening" i think its called. also - i have asthma. on bad days, its hard for me to get a sentence out, let alone repeat it 10 times. at one point i had to take a breath and finish taking a drink of water before i could repeat myself, but he was already answering after saying "what?" which fucking infuriated me. WHY THE FUCK DO YOU SAY WHAT IF YOU FUCKING HEARD WHAT I SAID?!?!?!?! its hard to talk, yet i feel like i have to say everything twice because he can't pay attention long enough to listen to me complete a sentence. i have to remind myself that he's most likely got ADD and he's not medicated, he's making real efforts in controlling it - which i know from experience is difficult - but sweet christ its difficult when i can hardly breathe and i have to repeat something he already heard. later in the night i had an asthma attack when i was getting dad's laundry out of the basement. i was calling for help and no one came. i crawled up the stairs because i was too dizzy to stand, and he was like "oh, you meant you needed me down there?!" as my lips were turning blue. no, i needed you to wait up here playing with your guns until i got upstairs while trying to yell "babe, help! i need my rescue inhaler!" i'm not sure if i was just extra cranky from being sick (again) and in pain plus the whole not breathing well thing or if he really was being a complete moron. he's an incredibly intelligent guy, and it pisses me off to no end when he acts like an idiot. he's better than that.
anyways.
dad came over for my birthday since i didn't think he'd want to go to the chamber (though he might - he LOVES people) on friday and he wasn't feeling well saturday. i was elated to see him moving so well (comparatively), and in such good spirits. he was cracking jokes and smiling, which is a sign that he's feeling better than usual. the fact that he was able to come over and shower on his own is a GREAT sign. he didn't fall over at all with his walker, and he was ordering justin to bring him glasses of whiskey, which is both hilarious (because justin got him hooked on jamison's and bushmills) and wonderful at the same time. he said he couldn't wrap my gifts so i had to close my eyes while he put them in my hands, lol. the first was a kitchen chopper made by faberware. he knows i LOVE to cook and i DO NOT half-ass ingredients, but i also have AS which makes using my hands for fine motor function difficult sometimes. sometimes i can't even button my own pants. i refuse to buy pre-minced garlic, because it tastes like crap compared to hand mincing it. i will not take shortcuts when it comes to cooking. i might not paint or draw anymore, but i'm still and artist, and my canvas is your tongue (that sounds kind of dirty...). you either do it right or you don't do it at all. we also eat a LOT of salad in this house, and chopping ingredients for salad small enough that justin will eat it can be really frustrating when your hands aren't working quite right.
next was a hand mixer. i had a really expensive badass hand mixer, but i used it when we first moved into the new kent place where we are now, not knowing that one of the kitchen outlets has a short, and i shorted it out making zucchini bread. i was pissed, but i let it go since i don't really bake all that much and really had no control over the situation, but there have been many occasions since it bit the dust that i really wished i had it (mainly holidays for my infamous fontina cheese and broccoli whipped potatoes. i WILL NOT buy that crap in the boxes. i'm fucking irish, its blasphemy to half-ass potatoes). apparently a little husband... i mean birdy... told dad i needed a new one.
then... the peace de resistance... a kitchenaid standing mixer. this gift came coupled with the info that dad will be teaching me a family recipe that has almost totally died out for old world kaluski, and he's the only person that knows it now. i was blown away. especially when i found out all the things you can actually do with this mixer. you can get attachments to do almost goddamn anything. it came with a dough hook, a flat beater and a wire whip, but you can get attachments to make anything from pasta to sausage links. oh the possibilities!! i've recently been slowly converting my household to eating nothing pre-made or with preservatives, kind of a "whole food" approach because i'm sick of feeling like shit, and produce is much cheaper than shit from the freezer aisle. we've also been eating a LOT of fish because giant eagle (a grocery store around here for those of you not from NE ohio) had a massive seafood sale last week and i took full advantage of that and packed my freezer with fishies... i mean, 4 lbs of salmon for $10?! how can you pass that up?! since then i've been feeling healthier. obviously not amazingly so, but i've noticed a difference. maybe its mercury poisoning. heh.
for dinner we got chipotle and justin got me a peanut butter chocolate cake (though i think it was more for him since i really don't like cake unless its issa's "murder caek", lol) and we watched "the last exorcism" which was pretty awesome until the end. the ending was pretty rosemary's baby minus the hilarious asian dude saying "hail satan!" i'm fairly certain i ate more calories today alone than i have all week. so much for watching what i eat, lol.
my mom and stepdad apparently got me a gift as well, so we're going to have them over for dinner next weekend where i will be making my bacon-wrapped stuffed salmon. i need to figure something out that i can make with the new mixer so i have an excuse to bust it out and casually leave it on the counter all like "oh, that old thing?" lol.
all in all its been a pretty awesome 30th birthday, between djing, seeing a bunch of friends i don't see enough of, discovering an amazing restaurant, dad being spunky and the awesome and thoughtful gifts i got (oooh, i almost forgot to mention my purple chevron sleeves from the issamonster! if i dj again in the winter, those are certainly coming with me). its been a good weekend :D.