Thursday, February 24, 2005
  WWWHHHEEEEEE This morning, a lovely coworker of mine (she would definitely not qualify as a jackass) asks me. "What yarn store do you go to?" Always happy to talk about yarn I tell her about fiber factory and how nothing in there is pushing my buttons lately. I tell her that I will not enter the Az Knitting and Needle, because they are not so nice and then I tell her about the one in BFE, aka Jessica's. How much I love it, how neat the owner is and of course, how its a little pricey, but it is in North Scotsdale, Jessica is no dummy. And how I never go because its, well in BFE and well, I'm poor.

She hands me a birthday card this afternoon, I open. A Jessica's gift card WHHEEEEEE. $30 for the 30 year old, she's so sweet. She drove ALL the way up there on her lunch, just to buy it. She must be psychic, because I didn't tell her how desperate I am for something yummy right now. 
  Convenience drugs I still officially suck at crochet. This *&@* hat has gone from too small for tinkerbell to so huge it would only fit Shaq's huge noggin. Too bad it's purple, or I would send it to him. Teehee. Ok, so Mike is probably the only person in the world that would appreciate the Laker humor. In all seriousness, I need a new project! One that is fabulous and exciting and that I can't put down. I think I need to order knitpicks yarn and start the clap.

I am going to scratch my eyeballs out of my head. Why? Because my insurance claims that the eye drops I need to make them stop itching is a convenience drug. As such, it costs $40 per oz. I refuse to give them that much money. So, If scratch them out of their sockets, will my insurance claim that it was a convenient trip to the emergency room. I should bite the bullet and buy it, but its such a racket it pisses me off.

What is this "cooking meat" bit? asks Suz. You may eat it raw if you like. Just don't send me the bills for the convenience drugs they give you to rid your body of e-coli. However, I know that you are vegan, so if my talk of meat offends you, I am sorry, it is not meant to. :-). Please feel free to subsitute tofurkey sausage (um...do they even make such a thing) for chicken. Once, one of my favorite people in the world, almost a surrogate dad after mine passed away, and a middle east genius, once told me that the smell of rosemary is offense in some cultures. This truly makes me sad, because rosemary is my favorite herb, with basil (I am not sure if basil is offensive or not) running a close second. If I ever talk about rosemary and you are from one of those places, please accept my apology in advance. Yes, you all may roll your eyes now. tee hee.

Lilly is a silly, silly girl who believes she is a super loser because in her exitement to mail my next, what I'm sure will be a fabuloso, surpise, she inadvertenly forgot to put in the card. Sweetie, there are many losers in this world and you are not one of them. She wrote a birthday song on the outside. She is so cute and almost, but not quite, makes me excited for the Day of Doom. Ah yes, tomorrow is my last official day of youth. Although, Mike swears that the 30's don't officially start until 31. He claims that like the millenium didn't officially begin until 2001, your 30's don't officially begin until you are 31. I like this story, but then I remembered when I was 20. I was convinced that I was no longer a teenager. I was not so smart back then.

If you have ever just looked at your co-works and shook your head, La's latest installment is an absolute must read. Keep in mind that the knottygirls are not for the easily offended or the faint at heart, they are for those that like to laugh their ass off. 
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
  And now for today's real post Got a little carried away, and not going to apologize for it.

I have been crocheting like a maniac! I crocheted and frogged the top of a hat 13,654,980 (to be exact) times. I think I finally got it to a point where I like it, now I just have to figure out how to change colors. No pictures because using my camera is a complete pain in the ass.

Lily, you have no idea how much I appreciate you. The cards you send me totally brighten my day and make me feel special. You make me smile.

The incredibly funny Elisa told me about a great chocolate chai tea at Trader Joes, I think I will be checking that out very soon.

Parley has accused me of being an infrequent blogger. Yes, Parley I suppose I have been. But damnit, there is so much pressure to be all entertaining and such! So, since you like food, this is for you.

Baked pasta with cheese and chicken saugsage
1 package of chicken or turkey italian sausage, or regular if you have an aversion to poultry - remove casings if in links
1 onion
1 box of penne pasta
1 15 0z package of ricotta cheese
2 cups mozarella
1/2 cup parmesan
1 28 oz can chopped tomatoes, drained but reserve tomato juice
basil, oregano, red pepper flakes - to taste of course

Cook pasta until almost done - maybe eight minutes. It will finish cooking in the oven so don't cook to al dente.

brown sausage breaking up into bite sized pieces, add onion, when almost done add drained tomatoes to heat. Sprinke with a little salt and pepper, oregano and basil while cooking.

In casserole dish, or whatever baking dish you have, mix together cheeses, meat, herbs and pepper flakes a little more salt and pepper, pasta and reserved tomato juice.

Bake in a 350 degree oven until bubbly and the tops of the pasta are browned. 
  I don't get it. Perhaps I am too naive, dumb or insensitive to understand, I suppose this is possible. A few weeks ago, someone said to me that people are defined by thier actions. Bad people do bad things and good people do good things. I cannot believe this. This is too black and white, too cut and dried for me. People are much more complicated than this. We have all done things we are not proud of, and we have all made mistakes, this doesn't make us bad people. Maybe, I am too much of a shades of grey type of gal. This is partly why I didn't go to law school.

This, of course, only has a little to do with what I want to say. When Harvard President Summers commented about women in the sciences, people went berserk. Offensive or not, when Jon Stewart jokes about it, it is still funny. The war, it is not an inherently funny subject. But there is a reason George Stephanopoulos includes a bit called the Sunday Funnies. Having an absolute moron as our president, isn't funny, but it sure does make for some great jokes. Racism, sexism discrimination, stereotyping, profiling and any other ism, or ing....none of these things are funny. Nonetheless, comics make thier livelihoods making us laugh about these very things. There is a reason that we love Richard Pryor, (young) Eddie Murphy, Dave Chappel, the 'Blue Collar' comics that make jokes about hicks, even Andrew Dice Clay still has a following. Some people argue that this perpetuates the state of things...I say LOOSEN UP people. For the love of anything at all....not everything is said with the intent to be offensive.

These are knitting blogs. We bond over our shared love of yarn and needles. Sometimes we talk about our day, sometimes we vent, sometimes we say something because we think it is cute or funny. Yesterday, somebody wrote (now, of course I can't remember who it was) about her frustration with undgrads. She made a comment about how completely idiotic they can be. She was VENTING about her job, not trying to offend her undergraduate readers- and it really was quite funny.

Again, maybe I am too naive, dumb or insensitive to understand. Maybe I have just seen so much in my life that nothing offends me anymore. In any case, the ability to laugh at ourselves is bliss. 

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