v day and other stuff

Since I don't have a full-time job right now, I haven't been able to bring home my share of...er, bacon. (well, that's not vegan!) Therefore we are pretty damn strapped. So I've decided to start selling some stuff on eb@y. I'm starting out with some of the millions of books that I have, then I'll move to other things. I'm bound to make at least six or seven bucks! If I'm lucky.
V Day was nice. Ken and I decided to go out for dinner on Friday, rather than on Valentine's Eve. We went to a Thai place that we had heard about, but had never tried. It was really great! It's so nice to find a new restaurant. I was especially pleased with the sizzling rice soup, with it's fresh vegetables and tasty broth. Most vegan soups I have had at chinese and thai restaurants tend to look and taste like bland dishwater. The green curry was rockin' as well. I loves me some curries. Too bad they don't love me.
We decided to keep the present giving to a minimum, since we have no money and all. But Ken did bring me some lovely flowers, socks, and a fun robe. Yeah, socks. It's one of those dumb things I do, wear weird socks. It was probably cute fifteen years ago, but now I'm sure I come across the same as a washed up DJ wearing silly suspenders. But I don't care! I love my stupid socks! And the more people give me the gift of socks, the better!! In fact, I should work on a sock picture gallery of some sort.

in lieu of a real entry

Damn, I'm addicted to You Tube. There's so much time-wasting viewing material! Once you wade through the really dumb stuff, anyway.
You know, I don't always agree with the tactics of PETA. But they make some great videos. My favorite line: "Because in every package of chicken, there's a little poop."

vegan valentine

Tonight I made these gooey chocolate monsters for my Valentine:



They kick some serious ass. I used this recipe. Now we are completely out of sugar, cocoa, and chocolate chips. So we're safe. Until the next shopping trip, anyway.

my lost sunday

What in the name of FSM was that all about??
I go to bed last night with a slight headache (nothing new there, I get headaches pretty frequently) and I wake up this morning feeling like a warm turd. Not only was my headache a 10 on the pain scale, but when I stood up, I got dizzy and nauseous as hell. I was weak and tired, and noises and lights were my enemy. I would have considered it a migraine had it not been for my wrecked stomach and the fever I was running. I was getting bored with sitting on the bathroom floor and staring at the toilet, so I decided to choke down some ginger tea that Ken made for me. Now, I am fully aware of the anti-nausea benefits of ginger, and that's why I tried to drink it. But I freaking hate the taste of ginger. I was out of ginger capsules, so tea it was. Between that and my amazing Sea Bands, the nausea let up enough to sleep for nine hours and have some fever-induced dreams.
Then I woke up around 7:00 PM, ate some applesauce, and here I am. My stomach is mostly better, my headache is almost gone, and my entire Sunday is shot. Damnit. I had something like 217 things to do today, too. So now I'm left to wonder just what the hell caused that? Was it the headache? A stomach bug? The pint of blueberries I ate while at work yesterday? (I washed them of course...)
All I know is that now I have a shit load of stuff to do tomorrow, and that I probably won't be able to sleep tonight.

main lining cookie dough in the bathroom

I really think it's time for me to lay off the sugar for a while. I think I'm using it too much to feed my depression. Well, I always have, but I know that's it's not the best thing in the world to do. I don't wanna go into rehab like cookie monster had to:




Coming from a long family line of alcoholics, it seems to make sense that I would have at least one vice. I always thought if I just didn't drink, then I would be safe from the addictive gene. But I'm not, and I know that. So it's time for me to drop the cupcake and step away. Just long enough for me not to be baking and eating entire batches of things every two days, you know?
Yeah, it won't last very long, but wish me luck anyway.

someone please help me stop the baking madness

After dinner tonight, I made these chocolate chip cookies. But I didn't stop there, oh no. I had to go and smear some vegan vanilla ice cream between two of the cookies to make a "chipwich".



I ate three of those. It was a fatty, fun time. I'm sure it undid pretty much my entire workout today at the gym.

Well, what a crazy week it's been. I've been feeling super wound-up the past few days, for various reasons. For one, I got a speeding ticket for the first time in three years or so. I speed all of the time, so that's not really a suprise, but I got caught in an obvious speed trap, and those always piss me off. But still, I was speeding.
Next, I have gyno appointment tomorrow. This would normally not be a big deal, except that I haven't been in about four years, so I'm out of practice. And since my insurance has changed, I have to see a new doctor. I have been seeing the same doctor for eight or nine years, and I'm not thrilled about switching. But I don't know what I'm so worked up about. I mean, I know what to expect. I go in, get weighed, change into the paper clothing, some shit happens involving cold instruments poking at my cookie, I get dressed, and drive home. No biggie, right? Yeah, I worry about stupid stuff.
Also, the father of a good friend of mine died unexpectedly this morning. He was only 62, eight years younger than my dad. So the members of our little friend circle will represent at the funeral on Wednesday. My heart goes out to her and her family, this really was an unexpected blow for them.
I have been very lucky in that my life hasn't been touched very much by death yet. I'm really not looking forward to it either, needless to say. I can't imagine how much it hurts to lose someone close to you. I don't want to know.
Anyway. This picture of Moe was taken today. He's my pretty boy.

cuppie cake

I always get the urge to bake late in the evening. Ken must find it really strange to wake up in the morning and find fresh-baked cookies, cakes or muffins in the kitchen. It's usually inspired by my love of trying new recipes and the need to stuff my face with treats at night. What sucks about this is that we end up eating all of the treats, which is okay every now and then, but as often as I bake, it's not the best for our health. To quote Homer Simpson from this past Sunday, "I'm one snickers pie away from losing my left foot to diabetes! Mmmm...snickers pie..."
So anyway. Last night I made cupcakes using the chocolate cake and chocolate frosting recipes from Hot Damn and Hell Yeah. The cake recipe was very basic, as was the frosting recipe, but man did they turn out fantastic! They really couldn't have been more simple to make. The frosting turned out super fluffy and rich. I used Green and Black's Cocoa Powder, which is really nice cocoa. It's rich, but not bitter at all. Very smooth. Unlike Green and Black's chocolate bars, which I never really cared for that much. Anyway, after they were all finished, I ate three cupcakes. They were small! Three of them doesn't even add up to a whole piece of cake, probably! This morning, Ken took the rest of the cupcakes to share with the class he's teaching this week. He came home with an empty cupcake container, which made me a little sad at first, but relieved in the end. I should just give away all of my late night baking creations from now on, so I can satisfy that baking need (and bowl-licking need) but not end up stuffing my face with a dozen treats later.
...but enough about me and sweets. How was your day?