Showing posts with label General Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label General Love. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Move #2

We made it!
We arrived in Albuquerque very early Sunday morning after a trip that, while it didn't go all that smoothly, worked out in the end. I'll tell you all about that later. The kitties were not especially enamored of their two-day adventure, but all things considered, did very well with it, pretty much sleeping the whole time with one notable exception. That means you, Minx. The same goes for their introduction to their new brothers, Slinky and Ed. While there was the usual hissing and yowling at first, things have settled down a lot. Thank God for Thundercat. I knew he'd be the Ambassador and smooth everything out with his own brand of feline diplomacy.
We spent Sunday and Monday putzing around, picking up some stuff for the new place which we move into today. Dancing in Socks Guy has a smallish one-bedroom and with the clowder of cats we now have, plus all our stuff, we needed something a mite bigger. Okay, I wanted something a mite bigger. So, we're moving into a two-bedroom in the same complex, which happens today. This was, Dancing in Socks Guy gets his own study where he can keep his collection of cardboard boxes.
Today is also my first day at work. It's basically paperwork etc. but I am so nervous. Whenever I start a new job I always have the feeling that I will soon be revealed for a fraud who knows nothing. Which is silly, because, well, I'm not a fraud and I do know a lot. Ah well.
More later, kids. Hope all is going well with you!
Elle

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Au Revoir, Mes Amis!

But not for long :)

Tonight, around midnight, I pick up Dancing in Socks Guy at the airport, and we head straight for Albuquerque, my four cats in tow.

Everything has been packed and shipped and cleaned and fixed that needed packing, shipping, cleaning and fixing. Now I just have to relax and trust that we'll all get there safely, one way or the other.

Please think good thoughts for us, and wish us luck!

Elle

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Stressing

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

More on why later.

Elle

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

2008 World Champions!



SUCK IT, LA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:)

Elle

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Query

Is there anything that people will not take if you put it outside your house under a sign that says, "free stuff"?

The answer is no.

People will stop and pick up damn near anything.

Last week I put out a bunch of stuff, including a well-used cat tree, and by the next morning it was gone. Today I put out another huge bunch of stuff, including mismatched dishes -- nothing fancy, mind you, just plain old dishes -- Christmas ornaments that are hardly heirloom-quality, beat up pots and pans and two bags full of utensils -- again, nothing special, just Target-quality, well-used cutlery -- and it was gone in about an hour.

I can't wait for the yard sale on Saturday. I'm saving the good crap for that!

Elle


Sunday, June 15, 2008

Moving along ...

Updates, as you may have guessed, will probably be a bit sparse over the next few weeks. I move in thirteen days!

Things are going well thus far. Most of the important stuff -- cats, bank stuff, address forwarding and all those little details -- have been addressed. I wish I were further along in packing, but a great deal of my "packing" actually just involves throwing things out, so it's not as bad as it looks.

The kitties have been microchipped and vaccinated for rabies. Aside from the usual debate about why I don't want them vaccinated for anything else, that went fine. Lilly went in on Thursday, Morsel went in on Friday, and Minx and Thundercat went in together on Saturday. Saturday was especially fun, as I had my nine year old niece, C, with me for the day. She was very helpful, opening doors for me as I lugged 22 lbs of combined cat weight in and out.

After the vet, we got her some Chicken Nuggets (she's the sweetest kid in the world until her blood sugar gets low) and some water, then we went to see Kung Fu Panda. Which we both loved. I so love going to the movies with C, she snuggles up right next to you and doesn't hog the popcorn. Then we got her nails done -- she wanted me to get mine done too, but I explained that Auntie will wreck that manicure in about ten minutes what with packing and all, so we just did hers -- and then went to the bookstore, got some stuff, and then to Claire's where she got some earrings. A perfect Auntie-Niece Day. I'm really going to miss that kid. But, we're making plans to have her come out and visit. She is old enough, in theory, to fly alone. In reality, she's probably not quite there mentally, so she'll have to come out with my mom or brother or whoever.

What else ... the car is almost set for her long trip. It occurs to me though, that in six years of ownership I've never once used the cruise control on it. What can I say? I learned to drive before we had that particular bell/whistle, and then for the longest time I owned cars which predated it, and I'm just used to not using it. I have no idea if it even still works. I guess I should try it.

Today involves more packing, which I should get to, like, now I suppose. This coming week involves the final plotting of the route and booking of hotels. And shipping!

More later!

Elle

Saturday, June 7, 2008

This may be why I'm so tired tonight.

It's hard to believe I received the formal offer letter just five days ago. It seems like a much longer time than that has passed, and it also seems hard to believe that there are still three weeks to go. Until I got the formal offer I refused to write anything down, plan-wise, lest I jinx it. But I was keeping a mental list of things which needed to be done, a list that turns out to have been quite detailed and long because when I actually wrote it down, it took up two pages.

I've jumped right into it, paranoid about leaving things till the last minute. Here's what I've done in the last five days:

1.) Made appointments for the cats to get current on their rabies shots and get micro-chipped.

2.) Bought the cats safety collars (break-away) for the trip so they can wear their rabies tags and new ID tags, which I also got. Because micro-chipping alone isn't enough to assuage Mama Cat's paranoia about one of them getting lost along the way.

3.) Bought the cats carriers for the trip. Minx, Morsel and Thundercat all get along well, and will ride together in the gigantic Sof-Krate I bought for them. It's actually a soft-sided dog crate for larger breed dogs, but will nicely accomodate three cats with room to move about and lie down. Miss Lilly, since she is a calico and therefore does not play well with others gets her own crate, also large enough to move around a little. Each cage will hold small food and water dishes. I also found the coolest corner litter pans, meant for ferret cages, which will fit in each. Not, of course, that they will be used but it seemed only polite to provide them. Actually, they may use them -- when Baby Boy was first diagnosed with dilated cardiomyopathy he spent some time in an oxygen cage, kindly donated by a friend. It's basically a large dog cage, sealed in with plastic sheeting with a hole for a hose that runs to an oxygen concentrator. I used to put a small pan of litter in there for him, and he'd just put his hindquarters in and use it.

4.) Made arrangements to return said oxygen cage to said friend. She, like myself, is now caring for a second heart kitty, but like my Lilly, her cat is still asymptomatic as well. So it's been in my storage space for two years. Back it goes!

5.) Researched the route to Albuquerque, and found pet friendly hotels for the cats ... okay, there seems to be a cat-related trend going on here. Anyway, while a lot of hotels are pet friendly, we're somewhat restricted because "pet-friendly" usually means "friendly to one or two cats" and I have four. So it's places like Econolodge and Motel 6 and other places which have exterior corridors which make it easier to sneak in additional cats.

6.) Got my car lubed, oiled, filtered, had the belts checked, tired balanced and rotated (they're new-ish), the alignment checked, and the A/C recharged. If you live in eastern Massachusetts, go to Hogan Tire for your automotive needs, specifically the North Beverly location. They rock. It needs one more thing, a new catalytic converter -- though I could in theory let this go -- which gets done next Friday.

7.) Called my bank and worked out when to get new accounts and all that -- they have a branch in Albuquerque, so no problems there.

8.) Packed up my kitchen, sorted for "keep" and "yard sale."

9.) Packed up my living room knickknack thingies.

10.) Cleaned out one of my storage spaces, sorted things for "keep" and "yard sale."

11.) Sorted out my 400+ books, got rid of most that I will not be keeping via donation.

12.) With my mother's help (thanks Mom!) took my bed apart and brought it outside for whoever might want it. It's an old wooden platform bed, which would fetch nothing at a yard sale, and this basically emptied out the bedroom, which we cleaned. This way, I can store all the yard sale stuff in there which gives me a lot more room. I put the mattress on my futon, so I'll be sleeping in the living room from now on. I also disassembled and threw out the old cat tree. Which someone picked up right away. Even though it was raining that day and even though it's four years old and the sisal has mostly been ripped away. But I did vacuum off the worst of the cat hair before I chucked it.

13.) Got the yard sale permit. They're free, but in a small town with minimal serious crime, the police actually do check to make sure you have the permit and will shut you down if you don't have it.

14.) Brought home some boxes from work and two bags of foam packing peanuts which, fortuitously, were in said boxes.

15.) Started training the three students in the lab to do all those assays and cells stuff I do now.

16.) Brought some stuff to Mom's for temporary (really, I promise) storage. Actually, much of it was hers to start with. She'll send it along after we move into our new apartment.

17.) Got a new apartment. Actually, Dancing in Socks Guy did this. His current apartment is a smallish one bedroom, which we might have gotten away with if it had just been us. But, there are of course the six cats to consider, so we wanted a two bedroom. Luckily, thanks to the end-of-semester student exodus, there is a ton of stuff available at the moment, but we really wanted to stay in the area he's in now. It's literally right across the street from the university and less than two miles from where I'll be working. This could have waited till I got there, but school starts up again in August, which means things start getting rented in July. Luckily, a two-bedroom in the complex where he is now opened up which made it so easy -- he's already a tenant there, so there was no fuss, just a small transfer fee. Sweet! Of course, this means we spend three days driving across the country, have one day to recover and then have to move to a new place. But it's literally fifty feet from where he lives now, and his friends will help. They'll have to because I'll be at work that day. Not a full day, just HR stuff. Oh, darn.

18.) I also got my signed offer letter and non-disclosure agreements signed and mailed to the new job.

19.) I also resigned my per diem home-health aide job. I was actually working Sunday nights for them, on a pretty regular basis, which I guess makes it more of a part-time job. My last day for them is the fifteenth. I will miss them, they're a great agency.

20.) Got a copy of my birth certificate -- actually, Mom did (thanks again, Mom!). Although she did ask, "Will they let me get a copy of your certificate?" To which I answered, "Did you give birth to me?" I lose my birth certificates all the time, mainly because replacing it has never been a big deal since I live ten miles from where I was born. This is about to change.

21.) Found my social security card and the title to my car! I filed away the loan maturity stuff the finance company mailed me when I paid off my car, and couldn't remember if the title was in there, an issue because I'll need it when I change my registration, and getting a copy of a car title in Massachusetts is a uniquely challenging experience. But there it was.

All that. In five days. And there's still so much more to do!

Elle

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Westward Expansion

Moving. Such fun! Planning, arranging, cleaning and packing.

Last night I cleaned out one of my two storage spaces. I live in an attic apartment of a historic home, and there are two crawl spaces where, despite a massive clean-out two years ago, a mysterious re-population of junk has somehow occurred.

Not all of it is junk, of course, a lot of it is stuff I inherited when my grandparents died. There are some valuable pieces, some sentimental pieces, and an inordinate amount of family detritus. My great-grandparents' Italian passports. A bill from Boston Eye and Ear Infirmary, for surgery one of my uncles had on his eyes when he was a kid in the 1940's. The cost in 1942 for surgery, anesthesia, and a week's board? $28.50.

There are also a lot of loose pictures. My dad has most of the photo albums, but I have many as well. There's one of my Nana and Grampie, before they were married, at Crane's Beach in Ipswich, just down the road. You'd never know, looking at their smiling faces, that my grandmother would end up referring to my grandfather after his death as her "ex-husband."

Then there was a studio picture of my Uncle Bennie, Nana's oldest brother. I never knew Uncle Bennie in life, he died in the mid-fifties, well before I was born. But I heard so many stories about him from Nana that I always felt like I knew him. Uncle Bennie was a pharmacist, his education paid for by my great-grandfather's employer. My great-grandfather worked as a gardener on a large estate, also just down the road, and this was the era when employers really took care of their household staff. Without Mr. Searle, Uncle Bennie never would have gone to high school, let alone pharmacy school. This was a gift that kept on giving, Uncle Bennie, by virtue of education, was able to pay for his younger brothers educations, and even violin lessons for my Nana. I still have her little violin that Uncle Bennie bought her.

Growing up, I knew that Uncle Bennie and indeed almost all of Nana's brothers -- Ralph, Jerry, and Tommy -- had gone out west to live. The only one who didn't was Uncle Louis, who died at age 30. But it wasn't until towards the end of Nana's life, when I was gathering family stories from her, that I thought to ask why this was. I remember this conversation well. I used to go by Nana's house every night to check on her -- she was still living independently then -- and make her dinner. We were sitting at the kitchen table, eating zuppa di lentici (lentil soup), talking about the family when I asked her, "Why did all the uncles move West? What made them do that?"

"Well," she said, stirring her soup. "My father always intended to go west. It's why he came here in the first place."

"Really?" I said. This was the first I'd heard of it."

"Yes," she said. "He'd heard stories about it, about the American West and he wanted to go out there, hoping he could work on the railroad, or so he said. I think he really wanted to be a cowboy. And he was fascinated by stories about Indians. When he first came here, he worked on the rails in Glen Falls, New York, then he came to Boston and started working on Mr. Searle's estate to save money. Then he brought mother, Aunt Florence, Uncle Bennie and Uncle Ralph over. Then, I guess, he just couldn't go any further. There wasn't enough money and too many children, and mother was unhappy enough where she was. But he always told us stories about it, and as soon as he could, Uncle Bennie went out to Yuma. Then he brought out Uncle Tommy. Then Ralph went, and after Jerry retired from the Navy, he settled out there too."

As far as family revelations go, this was pretty tame, but I was surprised nonetheless. I'm the family historian, yet I had no idea what was behind this westward expansion in my own family. If I'd thought about it at all, I probably assumed they just wanted better weather. Who knew it was because my great-grandfather wanted to trade his life as a semi-impoverished, though literate, Italian fisherman for a cowboy's life? Who knew his sons, in part, would make his dreams their own? Who could have guessed that his great-granddaughter would do the same?

High up on the wall across from me is a picture of my great-grandfather and great-grandmother, a beautiful studio portrait, one of their more prized possessions. Not all of my family treasures will be displayed in my new home, but that picture is one of the first things that will go up on the wall.

Elle

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Well ...

I GOT THE JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :)

Moving Day is (I think) June 27!

Elle

Monday, June 2, 2008

Grrr!

Still waiting for word re: the new job. Still on pins and needles!

Elle

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Update

Here is where we are with the new job thing:

1.) All my references have been contacted. All have informed me that they were told the company intended to make me an offer. The two from my current job told me that the CEO basically apologized for stealing me away.

2.) The CEO emailed me to say that all my references had nice things to say about me, and they will be in contact with me in the next few days

3.) I'm on pins and needles

It does look good, even I will admit that, but until I receive the formal offer I refuse to get formally excited or to start making formal plans. Oh, I've given some thought as to things that will need to be done -- cross training for the research assistants I have right now, writing up reports on my current projects and what will need to be done with them, how I'll dispose of some of my stuff and move the rest, housing issues when I get there -- Dancing in Socks Guy has a smallish 1-bedroom which will not be enough for us and all the kitties -- and things like that. But I'm too superstitious to write any of this down.

Except -- today I'm going to start sorting through my stuff, particularly the 500+ paperback books I have. My excuse is that I was going to have a yard sale sometime this summer anyway, which is certainly true, therefore this doesn't count as moving preparations and does not constitute a jinx of any kind.

I'm a bit of a mess ;)

Elle

Monday, May 26, 2008

Phoenix has landed!



Geeks everywhere rejoice!

And I count myself among their number. This is a really big deal, especially given that about half of the Mars missions to date have failed for one reason or another. To the more sensitive taxpayers among us, that is a terrible failure rate, but in reality, it's amazing. Think of it -- sending an object smaller than your car across interplanetary space, getting it to land just where you want it with no way to physically fix anything which may have broken during flight and due to the fifteen-minute lag in radio signal, no way to course-correct once it's entered the atmosphere.

Phoenix will not tell us whether or not there is life -- the microbial version -- currently extant on Mars, but it will tell us if there might once have been. You hear a lot about the big scientific discoveries, but what most people don't realize is these almost arise de novo. They are nearly always preceded by a lot of minor discoveries, work without which the big stuff could not have been found. Calibration is everything in science, and Phoenix should give us a lot to work with.

Is there life on Mars right now? Obviously, I don't know but I will say it wouldn't surprise me. It's bacterial in nature, if it does exist, and bacteria are persistent little critters. They're everywhere, including arctic regions of our planet which are very much like the arctic regions of Mars.

And if there is life there, what then? I agree with the late Carl Sagan. If there is life on Mars, even of the simplest kind, then it's hands-off. Mars belongs to the Martians.

Elle

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Mad World

I haven't posted in a while, but it's been a busy couple of weeks. Besides the upcoming site visit at work, I've been on the road the last two weekends in a row.

The first was a trip to another New England state to watch my niece compete in the regional gymnastics meet. This was quite the family road trip, in fact, quite the blended family road trip. C is my brother's daughter. He and her mother were in a long-term relationship but never married, and after C was born, finally broke up for good. C now splits her time between them, and also spends a lot of time with my mom, who watches her several days a week after school. C's mother K is now involved with a great guy, B. B is older, and has two college-age children (both of whom are really great kids) and can always be found at these gymnastics meets with K, cheering C on.

So, two weekends ago found me, my brother J, C, K and B all driving up to Maine together for the meet. My mom and aunt D came up separately in another car. We spent the night there, mom and D in one room, K and B in their room, while J, C and I bunked in a third. I don't think J and B will ever go fishing together, but it was nice and comfortable, all of us hanging out in one room eating junk food and drinking beer while watching the Celtics as C ran up and down the hallways screaming along with the 100 other little gymnasts who were also staying there. The meet went very well, and C placed high on most of her events (we won't talk about the beam) and high overall. Not bad!

Last weekend found me in Albuquerque, visiting my Dancing in Socks Guy and ... having a second interview with the company I hope to get hired by. I don't want to jinx it, but it went very well. Phrases like "we're very interested" and "what are your salary requirements" and "what would the time line for your moving be?" were bandied about. This job is a very good fit for me, my qualifications are about 99% congruent with the job description and the technology seems feasible to me. We are at the reference-checking stage, and I don't anticipate any problems with that. Generally when I get to this stage I get the job, but there was one time I did not -- one of the higher-ups decided I wouldn't like the salary they were offering, even though I said it was fine, and it was, and that was that.

So, it looks good, but you never know. We'll see.

Most interesting in all of this is Grant Leader's reaction. While it's tempting to just flounce out of this job with an obscenity-laden goodbye, in reality, I can't do that. Too many other people, people who have been very good to me, would be affected and as brutal as the last few months were under GL, the fact remains that GL was also very good to me at one point in time. So, I sat down with GL and explained the situation, and it went very well.

There are two things at play here -- one, GL has been quite friendly and reasonable for the last two months. Whether that's because meds have been adjusted or the planets are aligned just so, I don't know, but things have been great. The second, and probably most helpful thing, is that this job is in Albuquerque, where my fiance lives, and even GL doesn't want to stand in the way of True Love. This is a perfect out for both of us -- GL can accept my leaving for this reason, whereas if I just went down the road apiece and got a similar job it would be seen as a betrayal.

With all this in mind, I asked GL to be a reference. That might, at first glance, seem like professional suicide, but I have another from the University as well, and while GL is emotionally labile, GL is basically honest. As it happens, there was nothing to worry about. I was BCC'd on the written one GL sent off, and it was positively glowing.

I am getting nervous about this ... the possibility of moving. I've moved myself cross-country before, but this time I find myself obsessing about things. The cats ... how will they deal with it? What if one escapes on the trip? I'm getting them micro-chipped (which sets off a whole other line of obsessive worrying about feline cancer) and they will be wearing collars with tags (which sets off yet another line of obsessive fears that they will strangle themselves, as they don't normally wear collars) and either mom or Dancing in Socks Guy will drive out with me so I'll have help, but nonetheless, I worry.

Idiotically enough, I don't worry about what should be the real fear, how my little feline heart patient, Lilly, will do. She's asymptomatic, but with feline heart conditions this means nothing, as that can change very fast. I suppose I don't worry as she's already traveled -- her foster mother flew with her (in the cabin, not as freight) from Cleveland to Boston and Lilly weathered that trip just fine. I'll have a supply of emergency meds with me, and God knows I know what to do if she goes into congestive heart failure, and for preparedness' sake I'll have all their medical records with me and a list of vets along the route ... well, maybe I am more worried than I thought I was.

So, that's where I am now. Updates as the situation warrants.

Elle

Cleochatra, I *love* you!

And not just for the tasty recipes!

As I keep mentioning, I've been away for a bit, and I am just now catching up on things. In the process, I see that Cleochatra has mentioned this blog on her Low-Carb Examiner site.

That explains all the hits!

I am so honored. It's no surprise to me that Cleochatra has the following she does. She's a fabulous writer, so funny, warm and real. Let me add "generous" and "kind" to her list of qualities.

Thanks, Cleo!

Elle

Just Fascinating

So, it seems that while I was away tending to various matters, a bit of a hoo-ha erupted over on the Fascination Threads regarding who could say what about who and how and when.

Okay.

I've always had a perfectly good relationship with whoever runs Low Carb Friends, which is to say, no relationship at all. I've never been chastened for infractions or banned or anything like that. I post on their boards, and I obey the rules and all is well.

Contingent on that, of course, is knowing what the rules are and I think that may be part of the problem here. A corollary to that is enforcing the rules across the board, in and evenhanded manner, and it seems to me that this is where the problem lies -- at least in perception -- that neither of these things are happening.

So, here is my advice, LCF admins -- figure out what you want to have happen or not happen. Then state it publicly. And enforce it for everyone.

Not everyone will agree with those rules, of course, but it seems to me this is the best way to achieve whatever it is you want.

Elle


This and That ...

I've been away for a bit, but things have been busy. An update on that in a bit.

Today is a beautiful day, sunny, warm-ish, and spring has fully exploded here in Massachusetts, finally. I'm trying to work up the will to get off the couch and go enjoy it.

The Ted Kennedy thing ... some predictions. When it becomes necessary for him to give up his senate seat, expect to see Mitt Romney run for it, assuming he's not been asked to run with John McCain. There's no way he'll be appointed to it, if Kennedy has to give it up before his term expires, since we have a Democrat governor, but Slick Mitt will run for it, surrounded by his preternaturally cheerful wife and their many Chiclet-toothed sons.

I don't normally buy into the whole Biased Mainstream Media thing, but I may have to revisit this. The whole flap about the Bobby Kennedy remarks by Hillary Clinton -- was anybody listening to what she actually said? The point, obvious to me when I heard it, before her explanation, was that RFK was still running in June, without a lock on the nomination, when he was assassinated. Not that Obama was going to be assassinated. And I'm no Clinton fan.

As for Obama -- look, guy, you may have a lot of people fooled but I can tell you're reading off a teleprompter. And I don't like you. I'm no McCain fan, either, but he is going to eat you for lunch because the second you have to speak without the benefit of scripted words and soaring phrases, it will be painfully evident just how much of a lightweight you actually are.

Elle

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

The post in which I indulge in a bit of politcal ranting ...

I should be an Obama supporter. I fit his demographics. White, over-educated, listen to NPR religiously, socially moderate to liberal, fiscally moderate, friend to people from all races and lover to an Indigenous American. And I'm from Massachusetts!

But I'm not an Obama supporter. I'm not supporting any of the candidates. I'll vote, mind you, but I'll write in the name of a lucky Red Sox player as my choice for president, as I always do when I don't like the available choices.

But I will not vote for Obama, under any circumstances. He's a political child, he's all talk and precious little substance, he's just as bad a panderer as Clinton except he's more subtle, and he is the biggest mistake this country is about to make.

Barack Obama is just a more articulate, more appealing, more charismatic, younger version of George W. Bush. Nothing more.

Elle

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Godspeed, Eight Belles

I hope, beautiful thing, that at the very moment you were put out of your pain, you opened your eyes, got up from the dirt where you lay, and began to run. That you ran towards a burst of light, which led to a beautiful pasture, filled with smooth green grass free from rocks and holes. A pasture where there are other horses to commune with, where you can do whatever you like, whenever you like. A place where you will not be forced to run your over-bred, fragile body for the profit of those who owned small pieces of you on Earth. A place where you will never be hurt so over-dressed women wearing too much make-up accompanied by men who could benefit from a few laps around a track themselves can spend an afternoon drinking and staring at all the funny hats.

Elle

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Breakfast Burrito

So, I'm heading back to Albuquerque on May 17, for a second interview with that company, scheduled for May 19. Think good thoughts for me, please!

One of the things I love about Albuquerque, aside from seeing the love of my life, is the food. One thing I must always, always have when I'm out there is a breakfast burrito from The Frontier. Oh, how I love them. These are one of my "planned cheat" items, as they are made with white-flour tortillas and potatoes.

This morning I woke up with a powerful craving for a breakfast burrito, and was sad that I could not have one. They are a "cheat" item, after all, and it is not time to cheat. And then, I realized the following:

1.) I have eggs
2.) I have bacon
3.) I have Hatch chilies (canned, thanks to Dancing in Socks Guy who brought a case with him the last time he was here)
4.) I have cheese
5.) I have low-carb tortillas

Thus, with my muscular intellect, honed to razor-sharpness by years in higher education, I came to the conclusion that I could, in fact, have a legal breakfast burrito and that all that would be missing was the potatoes.

So I did. About 6 g total. And it was good!

Elle

Friday, May 2, 2008

Elegy for my clutch

Well, here we are. The end of the road. For you, anyway as I am now driving about with your replacement. Your very expensive replacement, but truly, as much as I hate parting with that much money in one go, clutch, I know you guys don't come cheap and, hey, the car isn't going anywhere without you.

I will say this, the pain I felt in seeing the repair bill was pretty well offset by the fact that I made one clutch last for over 155,000 miles. Oh, the guys in the shop were pretty impressed with that too. One even went so far as to say, "I can't believe a woman got 155,568 miles out of one clutch!"

Yes, you slack-jawed mouth-breathing jackass, a woman did just that. And the credit for that goes to another woman, Mom, who taught me how to drive a standard in the first place. Mom, a lot of the advice you've given me over the years has ranged from good to whacky, but there was one invaluable bit of maternal guidance I am forever grateful for, and that is this.

"Don't ride the clutch!!!"

Adieu and Godspeed, clutch. Thank you for the many years of service.

Elle