Puppies are available to anyone else who wants one also. They're adorable.
Jenn
Martin has been great! he is arranging the Doctors, Ambulance, etc.....(Mechanics, towing).... He knows I hate (I really hate) car stuff.
- Mood:
relieved
It's been a while since I made a nice meal for Martin. Tonight we tried a new recipe: Cashew Curry Chicken...
Stir Fried Chicken, Onion, Garlic, Ginger, red pepper, and Madris Curry Powder... Simmered in an asian inspired broth (chicken broth, fish sauce, rice vinegar) and served over steamed rice. Topped with cashews and cilantro!
Yum.
Tonight we try it out!!! Per Martin's request, lemon cake, vanilla icing, and sprinkles.
I was coming back from Milwaukee (a relatively short flight), but needed to be home at a reasonable hour to drive to Houston today for my CCRA certification exam. The exam is given twice a year (and cost almost $500 to register-regardless of whether you actually show up).
So, when my plane landed, and it wasn't in Dallas, I became concerned.
After a slight detour and landing in Witchata Falls for gas (and storm avoidance) we continued to Dallas (and arrived only an hour and a half late).
Great for the stress levels. But still enough time for a decent nights sleep. I was in bed by midnight! Yeah!!
- Location:Hilton at the University of Houston
- Mood:
relieved
Every once in a while, I think I have the word "SUCKER" tattooed on my forehead.
Anyone who knows me knows I have a soft spot for babies and puppies. Each elicits the "OOOOH" response. So naturally, a sign that says "Free Puppy" should mean "DANGER - GO BACK!!!" Unfortunately, Martin has the same tattoo as I do.
Well....We are now the proud parents of a chocolate lab mix. His name is Buster and he is 7 weeks old. He is mostly brown with a brindle spotted belly (brown on white) and feet and a white paint brush tail (last inch or two). He has brownish green eyes.
Pictures to follow soon.
Things are coming together: We have a church, reception site, musician (harpist),... I just need to confirm a photographer, DJ, and Florist.
- Mood:
happy
Just before I went to bed last night at midnight, Salsa wanted out. I opened the door, he steped two steps on the patio and came running back in! As the cold front had not yet hit and I was on the patio also, I wondered what was up.
After a moment contemplating, I heard the sound of running water (odd?). A quick survey of the house showed copious water flowing from what looked like my neighbor's garage.
Now these are new neighbors across the alley. They (he?) moved in about 6 months ago. I've seen him a few times, but we haven't met. The house was dark and closed for the night. Should I ring the bell? Not alone at midnight at a house that I don't know anyone.
Will the flood affect me? Its still flowing?
I decided that if my house were flooding, I would like someone to help, but who to call.? After a minute of indecisiveness, I called 411 to get the non-emergency number for the police. Guess what? McKinney does not answer the non-emergency number after hours.
After thoughts of vandalism or worse, I called 911...
The police came out and not knowing I was in the driveway stated "Man that is a lot of water". After their examination, it was determined that the problem was a broken sprinkler head immediately next to the garage. It was squirting up, hitting the garage, and rolling down the door (thus looking like it was coming under the garage).
Great! I called 911 because the neighbors have a broken sprinkler! Oh well, it could have been worse, I could have not called and it really have been an emergency.
The police did attempt to notify my neighbors, but they either were not home, or did not answer the door. So I get to notify them when I see them.
Yeah!
- Mood:
tired
In one of my more "Blonde" moments last night, I put my ID/CC case in a pocket I don't use in my purse. I didn't realize it until I got to the airport and didn't have ID and Credit Cards.
Try traveling for business for any lenth of time without the above. (Can't check into airport, Can't check into Hotel, Can't eat beyond what my $10 in cash will buy me...)
After a panic attack (I'm sure my blood pressure went to 180/100) and a ride half-way back to the Park & Fly, a final search (read dumping out of) my purse revealed my case in a generally unused pocket.
Fortunately for me, I arrived early to the airport and had time for a Margarita to calm my nerves.
- Location:DFW airport
- Mood:
relieved
Tonight's Dinner (I hope he likes it).
Twice Baked Goat-Cheese Soufles with Herb Salad
Roasted Crab Legs with Orange-Thyme Glaze
Steamed Asparagus
Rich, Buttermilk, Chocolate Cake with Marshmallow Frosting
And a bottle of Hess Chardonnay
Hopefully, he will let me take him to the mall this weekend to get the shoes I keep hounding him to get. Not a very personal gift, but something he needs.
- Mood:
- It's valentine's day
Inside, a musician was playing all the oldies and sing alongs...Margaritaville, House of the Rising Sun, Garden Party, It's Not Unusual, etc...
Martin, knowing my favorite song is Van Morrison's "Brown Eyed Girl" requested it for me... I should have known something was up when the request required a 5 minute conversation.....
Now, since "Brown Eyed Girl" is one of my favorite songs, I was suprised to learn that I did not know the lyrics. You see, the musician introduced the song , decided that Martin and I were not regulars as Martin asked if he took requests, and anounced the dedication from Martin to Jenn (his fiancee). The musician then seranaded his "Cross-Eyed Squirrel".
To my suprise, the second verse, which I always thought went "My how you have grown..." is actually "My how 'those' have grown" (refering to my breasts and hopefully not my butt).
I was in for an education and Martin a beating (which was encouraged with a 'hit him again' by the musician).
We had fun, and I think 'Lone Star Cellars' will be one of our regular hangouts.
- Mood:
cheerful - Music:Cross-Eyed Squirrel or Brown Eyed Girl depending upon whose singing
I frosted it in garish grocery store colors (White clouds, Blue Doors, Purple moat and Barbie Pink turets. When you cut it open, it was a rainbow (mostly - pink, orange, yellow, green, blue...). I ran out of batter before I got to the last two colors.
Anyway it was definately a cake-wreck and definately cheezy. Exactly what a 5 year old would love. And so did Martin.
P.S. La Azteca: I used a white cake mix with gel food die. The outside was lightly browned, like you would expect, but you could still see the rainbow. The inside was pretty and muted. (Did I tell you I used easter pastels...what I had on hand).
Pictures to follow shortly....
*** Addendum****
Cudjo has posted the photos below in comment below. As you can tell I will never make a living deorating cakes. It's a good thing I have other talents and Martin has a sense of humor.
- Mood:creative
It's a Chihuahua, It's a Hadbag, It's dead.
- Mood:
drunk
Inspiration:
And get something like this....
Oh, well.... The important thing is I love Martin and he loves me...
- Mood:
crushed



This one is a bargan.... about a third the price of the last... only $2520.... Still too rich for my blood.
- Mood:
cheerful

This cake was by somethingsweetbymichelle.com

Too bad spending $6,000 on a cake is out of our budget....

- Mood:
giddy
- Mood:
loved
