The Butt of the Joke...

Tomorrow I'm planning on blogging, with pictures, about the past week's adventures with Hilary and uhm Oh finding a new job (yay) but I thought I would leave you tonight with a little anecdote.

Tonight Matt and I watched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. It was a great film. We had tacos and made a date of it. But we started the movie kind of late and I was pretty sleepy. I usually fall asleep when we watch films anyway. So I fell asleep, half-reclined with my butt against Matt's leg. (by the way I had homemade chili for lunch) Then it happened, I farted on his leg! My eyes snapped open and he said, "Yes, that definitely just happened."

I guess I should have been mortified, and I probably would have been had Matt not farted on me only a couple weeks ago, and around me at least 5 times a day. I guess his behavior kind of softened this blow. Butt I was still a little embarrassed -

though clearly not too embarrassed to tell everyone.

And my e-mail from Matt tonight ended with "I hope you can sleep with all the chili you've been eating." Clearly he's enjoying this.

You're mad, but the secret is all the best people are...

Alice in Wonderland was wonderful. I hate that that was kind of redundant. But it was. It was different, but it didn't bother me. As an avid reader and purist, I have a hard time accepting book-based movies. You all know the line "the book was muuuuuuuch better." It's always better -no exception- so why do we always have to say it?

But this movie was awesome. The coloring of the movie really reminded me of Lord of the Rings, especially in the ending scenes with the Jabberwocky on the tower. I loved how Burton made Alice older. She was 19 instead of like 7, and I loved that she felt her growing up crisis at that age -especially because she was faced with the prospect of marriage with someone who clearly didn't understand her nor support her infatuation with life. I also loved that the movie seemed to really stress that the point of the story is that she doesn't quite fit in, that she's growing up, NOT that Lewis Carrol was crazy-obsessed and on drugs. They changed the plot, they mixed up the stories, but it didn't matter at all. It worked. It was great and pretty uplifting -not just a bizarre crazy drug-induced narrative. I really enjoyed it. I enjoyed it even more because HILARY was with us, and because Matt and I had free tickets because we ate 4 boxes of Honey Nut Cheerios.

They quoted the Jabberwocky throughout the WHOLE FILM! I love the Jabberwocky.

'Twas brillig and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves
and the mome raths outgrabe...


Ps. I think we should all be a little more inspired by life.

Roasted Pork and Potatoes

Yukon Gold Potatoes -boiled then quartered
Pork Steak -thinly sliced
Asparagus -cut in long-ish pieces
Baby Carrots -halved
Garlic -slivered
Parsley -roughly ripped

All topped with some olive oil, a splash of balsamic vinegar, some kosher salt, pepper, and dried basil. Baked at 450 for 10 minutes until meat is cooked and potato skins start to get crispy.

Shredded Parmesan on top.

Dinner = Perfection

Celebrate March with Cake

Today I had the idea that I needed to make cake. I just couldn't stop myself. I spent half my allotted grocery money on baking goods, and most of my afternoon making these:

The Gentlemen's Cake: Yellow Cake with Milk Chocolate Ganache (it's one of my brother's and my boyfriend's favorite cakes)



Charcoal Cake: Salted Dark Chocolate Cake with Dark Chocolate Ganache (this came to me out of nowhere on my way to the grocery store.)

I added a lot of Kosher Salt just for looks, it tastes better if you wipe most of the salt off.


Delicious.

I (can) make good food

It's true. But sometimes I wish I had something more to eat than potatoes and bacon -no matter how delicious they are in all their various forms. (soup, fried, hashbrowns, mashed, etc) Thank you Matthew for always eating my potato soup. I know you've consumed about 3 gallons of it these past few weeks. When I have money again I will cook with vegetables and fruit (and not just the fruit that's in juice and popsicles).

I think together Matthew and I have consumed 15lbs of potatoes the past several weeks. That's kind of gross.

Unemployed

Thursday evening I got fired. The reason? Not following a rule I never knew about. Someone called in to complain, and instead of talking to me about the issue and telling me how we're supposed to do it, my boss sent in a spy to see if I was doing my job right. And of course, because I wasn't aware of the rule, I did it wrong. So the little spy trotted back to Big Brother and two days later I was fired. Big Brother claims I was informed of the rule, but I was not. It was never made clear to me. And now? Now I have no job.

sick ...again

This is me right now. Matthew did this to me (so I'm wiping my snot on his sweatshirt). I edited the color so you can't see how red and raw and sore my nose and upper lip is. And there's no way to convey through photo how my head feels like lead, I perpetually feel like i need to sneeze (but I don't until my body can't stand it and I rocket myself backwards in a superpowered thrust). The poor people who came into work tonight probably thought their food was going to be contaminated with my disease...Want to know the grossest part? I've been blowing my nose like crazy, every minute or so, but I can't seem to control the flow. Even when I was taking this picture I didn't feel anything and then a tear of snot ran down my upper lip. Disgusting. I know. I did the only thing I could do after a day of battling this: I guzzled some Nyquil and rubbed Vicks all over my chest and nose.

Why does Matthew get a measly baby cold and then when I get it it incapacitates me? Not fair.