You're so Vain, You Probably Think this LJ is About You

I have no words for what is going on (or not going on, rather) in Congress right now. I will just say that I am not surprised that dumb fuck Cruz is from Texas. I am shocked and saddened by how many people I know and love are spittle-yelling, virulent Tea Party supporters. I feel like telling them that he who shouts loudest is not the winner, but what's the point? It seriously turns my stomach. I feel like once my parents and older brother are gone from this world, I cannot leave Texas fast enough.

I've never affiliated myself with any political party because I am always willing to listen to both sides; however, the divide has gotten so ridiculously huge and the messages so negative, I feel like there is no point in even trying to see things from both sides. Everyone else is digging in, so I will too. As a minority woman hanging on to the middle class by her fingertips, I cannot in good conscience support the Republican Party. As a human being, I cannot abide the Tea Party Republicans. There are plenty of things about the Demos I don't like, but guess what? At least their lies sound believable.

See what I did there? Said I wasn't gonna talk about it...and yet I did.

So, on to other news. I am beat! This Thursday, the San Antonio Aids Foundation is having a charity event and my sister and I have offered to provide some bake sale items (she has gotten mad-talented at cake decorating and I am still obsessed with baking, because I am on forever! diet, LOL). I am making a rainbow cake (hee!), a chocolate cake with raspberry filling and ombre icing, and a dozen pies-in-a-jar (apple and raspberry). To prevent myself from staying up until 3AM on Thursday morning and cursing the day I ever offered to do anything for anyone, I am trying to prep stuff this weekend. So I assembled all the pies and put them in the freezer tonight. Easy but time-consuming! On Wednesday night, I will bake the cakes and on Thursday, I will pop the pies in the oven and put frosting on anything in the kitchen not moving.

I need to lie down...

I have seen that 30 Days of Blogging meme going around and I was going to start it today, but I think I will postpone. I still have dishes to do and for some reason at 8PM tonight, I decided to wash all the sheets, bedspreads, and comforters. Whyyyyyy?????

So, next time: meme!

Now, enjoy some pie in a jar (OF COURSE I had to taste test!)

JP found these and I had to have them - pan dulce (Mexican sweetbread) for my rear view mirror:

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Having a lovely Diet Coke with vodka and lime while watching Dr. Who. I don't know what the Hell is going on, but it doesn't interrupt my enjoyment of the show even though I still like David Tennent better.

About my earlier notes:

- JP is the best boyfriend because he repaired my parent's computer after my father somehow managed to shred a game CD in the drive. He's such a sweetie! ♥

- Thursday a former co-worker of mine chose me to be her guest at her anniversary luncheon at Chama Gaucha, a Brazilian steakhouse that has the most beautiful salad bar I have ever seen and about 5-7 waiters at any given time that circle around your table cutting meat off large metal skewers and putting it on your plate. They just keep coming and coming. An endless attack of MEAT. Every cut of beef, lamb, and chicken you can think of. So, so delicious. I have eaten at a place like this before but this was definitely the fanciest. Will go again when I am done digesting this meat. Like in a month or so...

- And finally, one last poem until the mood strikes me again for National Poetry Month and fitting, based on my activities tonight:

( vodkaquiet )

ETA: THANK YOU,iammine, for the lovely tin hat! LOL! I love hats, actually...

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I once had a sub at the Molinari Delicatessen in San Francisco and I thought I was dying (admittedly it was in part due to all the salami, mozzarella, oil, and dried things in oil that made up the actual sandwich...I thought I was having a heart attack). Truly delicious, though.

At home, my favorite is probably either grilled cheese with pickles or roast beef/havarti cheese on sourdough bread. Special mention goes to fried bologna on a tortilla, my mother's specialty. Ambrosia, pure ambrosia.

We had a potluck today (as "essential" personnel, we worked on the business holiday) and I baked cupcakes! They were a big hit. Hooray!!






Also, I would just like to thank the great state of California (who is issuing post-dated checks that are breaking our system). Because of them, I have to cut my vacation short and do a little work next week.

All day Friday was spent in the company of my mother and sister, shopping for crap for my cousin's bridal shower and wedding. Around hour 4, I was starting to get irritated, but thankfully my mom and sister decided they had everything they needed except for the arras (couldn't find them), which shocked me because HELLO! We are in the Mexican-iest town in the U.S. Well, except Laredo, and frankly, with all the border violence, I'm not too pumped about visiting down there anymore.

Then yesterday was my last minute gift shopping, afternoon wedding at the San Antonio Botanical Gardens (lovely, even though not a lot was blooming except in the conservatory), hilarious minister that sounded like a cross between a Shakespearean actor and a TV Evangelist, dinner #1 at the Spaghetti Warehouse (good but slowest service EVER), wedding cake, and then a mad dash across town to my next party. I'm like the wind, baby!

At the Kona Grill, I sampled sashimi (fantastic), some nigiri sushi (adequate), and sparkling sake (tastes like a flavorless champagne - I loved it). Then we went back to the birthday girl's house for ice cream and cake (she is an admitted Narutard and had a picture of Neji screened on the cake...LOL). Then we sat around, gabbing while I tried not to die from all the crap I had eaten.

Came home around 10pm, returned a couple of phone calls, and fell into a deep and blissful unconsciousness.

The end.

Forgot to post!

Happiness meme, day five (and a half)

- I had the BEST fish tacos today for lunch and afterwards, I took my mom to the flea market and they had a pachanga going on, with a dance floor and a DJ in the far corner and old couples and workers and kids all dancing the cumbia to Mexican music. It was ghetto FABULOUS!

Getting a slow start to the new year. Mainly because I have been WORKING MY ASS OFF. I had substantial OT this week. Of course, I shouldn't complain because I need the money. So, you know, go me!

JP and I have been watching one of his Christmas gifts, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, since I've never seen it. I am enjoying it muchly (we just started season 2). Girl power, huzzah!

I have also been killing time by playing Bejeweled and drooling over the pictures in this community: ofmornings . Seriously, though? Who has the time to make all these delicious breakfasts and photograph them in such pleasing arrangements? You know what I had for breakfast this morning? Cold pizza straight out of the tin foil. Try taking an appealing picture of that.

Anyhoo, time to go look at the Big Web Auction and sulk. Toodles!

Tomato and mozzarella salad: good.
Snickers ice cream: bad (but oh so nummy!).

Helping Mom shop for a dress for the kid's wedding: perfect, saintly daughter Mel.
Buying lots of clothing that I really don't need: broke, materialistic Mel (was totally fun, though).

I have nothing of import to impart (hee) except to say we saw Step Brothers (I love Will Ferrell and he does no wrong in my eyes, ergo this movie was HILARIOUS) and Mamma Mia (cute, gorgeous scenery, but would it have killed them to dub Pierce Brosnan's singing voice? Oy vey).

Everyone seems to be having BIG EVENTS in their lives lately, both good and bad, but I am still chugging along on an even keel. However, after the craptacular way last year ended and this one began, I figure boring time is good time.

I need to go to the dentist but have been putting it off for the last six months. My avoidance tendencies are incredible. I also need to get my hair trimmed, but the place I went to last time closed down. !!! I tell you, every time I find a hairstylist I like, they disappear. I am starting to develop a complex. As is my hair...it's gone all limp and greasy on me. Ew.

The answer to the last question posed, regarding the girls, is sadly

E. Watch the girls get in a horrible fight and all slam out of the apartment, including the person who lives there!

Of the group I hang out with, three of them are sisters. After two of them had been drinking pretty steadily, they started having words and before we knew it, everyone had left in a huff. Me and Girl with Horrible Boyfriend just looked at each other, grabbed our stuff, and beat it the Hell out of there. Jesus Christ on a pogo stick! We get together like once every 6 months, so it was a shame they couldn't act like adults for a few hours.

I'm calling blame on both sides, but the sister I'm closest to called me, crying, at 3 in the morning and I couldn't help but feel bad for her. I also felt like I was 16 years old again, in the middle of DRAMA du jour. It's all so silly and I am so over spending my time this way. I am a mellow drunk and don't understand how alcohol can make some people so angry. That's a lot of repression right there. Makes me look like the poster child for emotional health. *shakes head*

In other news, I had a barbacoa taco this morning for the first time in months and months and it was muy delicioso!