March 5th, 2008

money

burning, caucusing, weathering.

my sister's 39th birthday was february 20. in order to receive free shipping on the book and dvd of her choosing from amazon, i was required to purchase a lodge manufactured dutch oven with skillet lid. i finally ponied up and used it for the first time this week to make that seitan stew. i used it again yesterday to make the no time bread (which actually took over an hour... don't be fooled!).

sometimes, i am like a child. i had removed the skillet lid to allow the bread to bake the last 10 minutes uncovered. that lid had been sitting on the stovetop cooling for maybe 20 minutes when i decided i absolutely had to know if cast iron really holds heat like they all say it does. so i bumped the outer side of the base of my thumb against it. it really does hold heat like they all say it does!

i arrived at the 7:15pm caucus last night at approximately 6:57pm. the lady manning the door exclaimed "hurry! i'm about to close the door!" i was dismayed by the fact that the door was being closed when voting for the primaries wasn't even officially over yet and the caucus didn't begin for another 18 minutes. injustice! then people continued to pour in the entire time i was there and i was left to believe she must have been trying to say she needed to shut the door because it was just too cold to leave it open and if i didn't hurry up those last two steps, i would be forced to re-open the door all on my own.

it was immediately evident that obama was winning in my precinct. it took a good 45 minutes standing in line and chatting with the caucuser in front of me to get to the sign in sheet. in that time, 5 million more obama supporters showed up and snaked their way back and forth through the room, running circles and loops around the 15 clinton supporters. i walked out of there feeling pretty confident about obama's impending victory. a black man winning the presidential primary in texas. imagine that!

while watching the election results later, i was forced to begin realizing that my precinct is just outside of downtown and there are 14 zillion precincts which are not urban and seem to like the ladies better. poop.

here is the dallas four day weather forecast:

Today: Hi: 69 Lo: 40 Partly Cloudy/Fair
Tomorrow: Hi: 44 Lo: 31 Sprinkles
Friday: Hi: 47 Lo: 30 Sleet
Saturday: Hi: 60 Lo: 43 Clear
santa

xmas 2007: #2

darren and i had our xmas exchange december 28th. i make a list of my gifts now because i got in trouble for not remembering every gift received during our xmas exchange 2006 and for not even mentioning it on my livejournal, opting instead to post too much about the baby that consumes my life like rebel ants eating a plate full of bacon left on the counter after a saturday morning's breakfast.

me: bliss shampoo, conditioner, and salt scrub. fuzzy, pink-striped socks. chocolate covered gingerbread shapes (2 bags). armchair environmentalist book.

him: grandaddy's sophtware slump cd. bc camplight's cd. a gigantic xmas tree cookie from whole foods. a politically-charged penis coloring book. one package of crayola multicultural crayons.

we left to go see the orphange at the angelika and have drinks at the grapevine. or was it the meridian room? i was in trouble upon arriving home because there had been an apparent miscommunication and brian had not realized that we were going out. he was angry. i bathed in the torrential and icy downpour of his injuries upon my return.

despite this setback, we set about the task at hand which was preparing for xmas #2 set to occur the following morning. we had purchased a divine play kitchen for oliver despite the misgivings received from multiple family members who worried oliver might become a gay sissy if he engaged in play which might lend itself to his learning to prepare food for himself at a later date. real (read: straight) men eat from restaurants and cans and the plates served to them by their captured ladies. or, as in the case of his father who obviously did not grow up with a play kitchen, they will sustain themselves on spaghetti from a jar, omelets, and frozen vegetables.

it took longer than expected to assemble the kitchen, especially since i had to look up the directions on the internet and then found we were missing the silver knobs to install the second door. i proceeded without the second door and, to this day, still await the replacement silver knobs.

the following morning, we led oliver from the bedroom and down the primrose path to his very own luxury wooden appliances. i have since purchased him a splendid set of 17 pieces of choice Haba wooden fruits and vegetables with which he finds particular enjoyment in dumping them out on to the floor. the plums make splendid spinning tops.

my aunt cathy had also sent him a puppet, which was opened as well that morning.

mmm... expired spices!


grumpy daddy.


the kitchen, aka: the sissy-maker.


too short to reach the faucet:


monster puppet parts, aka: the de-sissifier.


daddy likes monster puppets!