A Chili Night on the Old Ranch

You have a night to yourself and decide that instead of cooking that you will just open a can of Amy’s Organic Chili (also available in Vegetarian, for those of you playing at home).

Do you plop it all in a bowl and pop it in the microwave, or do you put in a saucepan and heat it on the stove?

Please support your answer.

Am I the only idiot...

who forgets to take the sticky label off the vegetables?

*peels label off of chef's knife*

Please welcome...

My twin!!!

She's younger.
I'm taller.
She's got a Southern accent.
I have a Southern mother.
She is a Christian.
I am a godless heathen.
She channels Martha Stewart.
I channel Karen Carpenter.
She is (ahem) politically on the conservative side.
I am a San Francisco Liberal.

But we both love to cook, to drink wine, to hug, to defend the rights of others and to decry the policies of hate. We both think our husbands are sexy. We like to laugh really loudly and have pretensions of faux lesbianish. We don't talk nearly often enough and she still owes me a trip East.

I love her.

So, I have added her to my blog list. I should have done it ages ago.

Massages, elections and roasted red peppers

No, my head hasn't exploded yet. It may still--but not from headaches. I feel like that freckled kid in the Far Side cartoon with his hand raised, saying "May I be excused, please? My brain is full."

My brain is full, my body is exhausted and I need a drink. Badly.

I opted for the massage, which was wonderful. I had a new therapist and she hit all the right spots with just the right amount of pressure. She even gave me fifteen extra minutes, because she didn't have a client after me. I think I am in love.

But I spent the entire weekend doorknocking with my husband for his campaign ( I should really wear a pedometer, to see how many kms I put in), my days at school working on our new Spec Ed documents (the "new, improved" version that takes 10 times longer than the old one), and my evenings designing campaign brochures, fielding phone calls, and strategizing. True love, indeed.

Whew!

Speaking of love; I had a grilled veggie wrap with goat cheese today that I wanted to marry and bring home with me. My co-workers were terribly amused by my rhapsodies over it, but I didn't care. There is too little in my life lately that makes me truly happy. I have already decided that the people responsible are catering our election night party.

[Insert appropriate deity or belief system here] give me strength

Well, as you can see, I chose not to participate in the October Blogfest. Nor do I intend to NaNoWriMo. Hell, I get stressed just thinking about posting on any kind of schedule or deadline. Because writing on demand makes my head hurt.

And I already have a headache. Have had one on and off for the last week or so. At first I thought it was because of all the drinking we had been doing while celebrating the opening of our fabulous new theatre. But no. One thing we are doing in October is not drinking. And yet, the headache lingers. So I decided to stay home from work for the last two days. Not just because I had a headache. No, I also felt generally like crap. Still, today, I have a headache.

I now have two choices. One: I go see my GP. Although I don't have the telltale congestion and icky stuff coming out of my nasal cavities, I do have a propensity towards sinus infections. He will most likely prescribe an antibiotic which will do the trick. And then I will get a yeast infection. Because that's how my body likes to respond to antibiotics. Bleah.

Number two would be to assume my headaches are related to my back and therefore scheduling a massage would be in order. Which entails calling my therapist and then discovering that there are no appointments available until two weeks from tomorrow. Double bleah.

Sorry about being so pessimistic, but my head hurts. Dammit.

Anyway, hopefully in the next few days I will have an exciting picture to post right here on allison wonderland. It involves a certain theatre opening and certain people who were in attendance. This fan girl got a real thrill last Friday night and once that person who had the camera gets around to sending me the photographic evidence I will no longer be almost blue.