Warning: Weirdness and personal details contained within. Mostly weirdness. You've been warned.

Saturday, November 27, 2004

The best potato soup ever. EVER.

It's so good. SO GOOD.

P.S. I stole it off the internet.

4 Medium potatoes peeled and cubed
2 tablespoons butter or margarine
1 small diced onion
1/2 Diced bell pepper
2 tablespoon all-purpose flour
1 cup milk
1 (10 3/4-ounce) can cream of mushroom soup undiluted
1 teaspoon salt
2 cups water
1 1/2 cups cottage cheese (small curd)
6 slices of crisp cooked bacon

Cover potatoes with water and boil for about 15 minutes or until just
tender. Drain and set potatoes aside.

Using a large sauce pan , melt butter or margarine. Add onion , bell
pepper and saute until soft. Add the flour, stirring until mixture is
smooth and bubbly. Add the milk and bring to a boil, stirring
constantly reduce heat to low.

Add the mushroom soup, cooked potatoes, salt, and water, then gently
stir in cottage cheese. Remove from heat. Serve in soup bowls and
crumble bacon on top.

Thursday, November 25, 2004

Again with the la la la

I found out this week that the recital I'm singing in will not be attended by my voice teacher. I was rather relieved. Not that I don't like him, or don't want him to hear me, but he kind of intimidates me. Not by being mean, or critical, or particularly tall - just by being.

I'm a perfectionist, for most things. Everything that I do has to be perfect, as well as most things other people do. I try to repress it because it can get really frustrating and depressing, but it still manages to leak out around the edges.

I'm going to be much less stressed once all this singing folderol is over. Then I can go back to being a rather lazy bum. Oh, and the finishing of the christmas presents.


So I took a class in painting wildflowers using the one stroke method the other day. It turned out to be good fun, despite my snickering at the name of the class. And I learned stuff. So now I want to paint things. Which will be part of the central theme of my christmas gifts for next year. Until I forget what I wanted to do, that is. So for approximately the next three days or so. It will be a lovely dream while it lasts.

Sunday, November 21, 2004

Oh yeah...

And also, I'm one year older now.

If I don't tell someone my head will explode, or at the very least fall off

So I walked in tonight carrying a million things.

I should warn you right now that I have this thing about carrying everything from the car in one load, even if I'm moving everything I own (everything I own, except the furniture, fits in 20-ish large tupperware), even if what I own includes an elephant, three cases of soup, and a medium sized rock.

Ahem. So I set down the plant I was carrying in order to proceed with the finding of the keys and the putting of said keys into the lock. I set down all the other crap I was carrying inside, then went back out for the plant. I walked in the door, and just as I was heading for the plant stand, which was approximately 2 feet away, thinking happily to myself that I hadn't dropped the plant yet, what should happen?


Vacuuming at 9:30 at night just isn't cool. I'm sure the neighbours hate me.

Saturday, November 13, 2004

O sole mio

I'm going to be in the chorus of an opera at the beginning of next month. It's being put on at the university for some festival or something. I'm obviously very well-informed about the details. It's called Claudine Von Villa Bella, it was written by Schubert, and it is an unfinished opera. Thank goodness, because it's not a very moving piece, at least the part I'm in isn't. It has a section with smugglers, but only the guys get to do that. We women just get to fluff around a bit at the beginning. At least that'll keep it short though.
I'm making a quilt for my honey for Christmas. He requested it and has seen most of it, so it won't come as a big surprise to him. I've put together most of the top, but it wasn't big enough, so I went to get the rest of the fabric today. Except that it seems my calculations went horribly wrong. I'm going to need about half as much again. I can do differential calculus, but simple math? Beyond my reckoning.

Sunday, November 07, 2004


So I was not here for a bit. As in I wasn't posting. Not that I went anywhere, besides my own little world. You probably noticed the lack of talking out of my ass. And were cheering madly. To make a long story short, and also so that I won't have to give you all of the sordid details, I was busy falling apart. And busy. My life has been getting a little hectic. So I got a bit stressed at a bad time, and there was much crying, and trying not to cry, and freaking out on my undeserving sweet man. He's very good for putting up with me.

During my absense I read Last Chance to See by Douglas Adams and Mark Carwardine. Absolutely fantastic, and extremely depressing. In the 20-ish years since he started it, we've done incomparable and unreparable damage to our ecosystem. If only we'd realize that our ecosystem depends on those everywhere else, housing the countless other species that we should be sharing our planet with. We might find that out in the end.

Oh, and I went bowling. I did not too bad. I seem to have a bit better control when trying to throw a ball. Probably because I don't have any muscle remaining in my arms, and therefore can't just whip the ball. So it ends up going more or less where I want.

I'm singing in an adult recital in a couple weeks. I'm kind of nervous, I don't really know the songs terribly well yet, and I have to memorize them plus put some feeling into them. I don't know about this feeling thing, is it really necessary? Can't I fake it?

that election thing

So, did you hear about that new president they have in the States?

Oh wait, that was just in one of those happy dreams I had.

from cardhouse
04nov04. There. Now you have plenty of rope.

Saturday, November 06, 2004

And then there were none

I apologize to my large fan base for not posting lately. I find it hard to write when it feels like my life is unravelling.