The exciting life of me
May. 10th, 2008 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cicerBusy, busy, busy, but things are finally slowing down a little. One last week of classes, and then finals, and then the semester will be over. Yay! I am so ready for summer, I cannot even express it. Even though I've really enjoyed all my classes this semester...yeah, it's time for a break. Also, more time for writing! (I know, I say this every time I have a break, and then somehow never get around to doing more writing. But I mean it this time, honest!) I do have a lot of WIPs that I want to finish off, though, so I shall make a concentrated effort to get things done this summer. I am determined! You may all poke/prod/harass me if I fail to follow through. In fact, I encourage it.
There is not much of note going on in my life right now. I've been very domestic recently, and have been doing a lot of cleaning, reorganizing, and cooking. Last week I made a bunch of fresh bread, and today I made cucumber soup. My father got a big flat of peaches from a friend of his, so when they're ripe I'll make peach cobbler. Tomorrow I am going to make tortilla soup, too. (Note to self: wear gloves when cutting up jalapeño so this does not happen again!) I've also been fussing over my own appearance a bit recently. I bought a bunch of new makeup and nail polish, gave myself a manicure, and made an appointment next weekend for a haircut. I plan to get totally sheared. My hair is a couple inches past shoulder-length now, and I want it a little less than chin-length for the summer. Also, I am contemplating bangs. If I like the result, I may even post before and after pictures of myself for public consumption. We shall see.
A brief note about my bizarre gardening karma: I think I have mentioned on this journal before that I have terrible luck with gardening. Every spring I try hard to plant some seeds, and every year they fail. I have no idea what I'm doing wrong to have such consistent failure, but it has almost become funny since it happens every year, and it's a running gag among my friends and family. Anyway, a year or so ago I planted some tomato seeds in a neglected corner of the yard. I watered them dutifully and checked on them frequently, but of course they failed to sprout. I gave up. A couple weeks ago, I was out in that corner of the yard (which is sort of behind the house, and which I never do anything with now) and noticed, among the bits of rock and gravel, a tomato plant. I should note that there are no sprinklers or sources of water back there, and since I haven't planted anything there in ages, I haven't been watering the area. The plant is not in the soil, it's in the rocky and gravelly bits of sand. And it now has six tiny green tomatoes on it. This has, of course, become a great source of amusement to my family, who have declared that the only way I can get anything to grow is by staying as far away from it as possible. And apparently, it is true. I am amazed by exactly how much I fail at gardening, but pleased by my miraculous tomato plant.
Also, please tell me it is not Mother's Day tomorrow! I haven't bought a card or gift, ack! Worst daughter ever. My mother has informed me, though, that she would be perfectly happy if I would just scrub the toilets and pack up some of the junk in the back room though, so I suppose I can manage that. (High-maintenance, my mother is not. My father's gift to her, which she is totally thrilled about, was cleaning out the garage. My mom!) On a nicer note, though, my mother and I had a wonderful, and long, talk this morning about everything under the sun. Honestly, for over two hours we chatted about culture, poetry, biology, literature, and a bunch of other, sillier things, like what was going on in this week's People magazine. I am so grateful to have such a wonderful mother, who is somehow I just click with so well. We are buddies, and it makes me so happy. Love my mama.
I hope all of you out there (who celebrate the holiday and/or have mothers) have a lovely Mother's day tomorrow! Extra-special good wishes to those of you who are moms yourself! Much love to you all.
There is not much of note going on in my life right now. I've been very domestic recently, and have been doing a lot of cleaning, reorganizing, and cooking. Last week I made a bunch of fresh bread, and today I made cucumber soup. My father got a big flat of peaches from a friend of his, so when they're ripe I'll make peach cobbler. Tomorrow I am going to make tortilla soup, too. (Note to self: wear gloves when cutting up jalapeño so this does not happen again!) I've also been fussing over my own appearance a bit recently. I bought a bunch of new makeup and nail polish, gave myself a manicure, and made an appointment next weekend for a haircut. I plan to get totally sheared. My hair is a couple inches past shoulder-length now, and I want it a little less than chin-length for the summer. Also, I am contemplating bangs. If I like the result, I may even post before and after pictures of myself for public consumption. We shall see.
A brief note about my bizarre gardening karma: I think I have mentioned on this journal before that I have terrible luck with gardening. Every spring I try hard to plant some seeds, and every year they fail. I have no idea what I'm doing wrong to have such consistent failure, but it has almost become funny since it happens every year, and it's a running gag among my friends and family. Anyway, a year or so ago I planted some tomato seeds in a neglected corner of the yard. I watered them dutifully and checked on them frequently, but of course they failed to sprout. I gave up. A couple weeks ago, I was out in that corner of the yard (which is sort of behind the house, and which I never do anything with now) and noticed, among the bits of rock and gravel, a tomato plant. I should note that there are no sprinklers or sources of water back there, and since I haven't planted anything there in ages, I haven't been watering the area. The plant is not in the soil, it's in the rocky and gravelly bits of sand. And it now has six tiny green tomatoes on it. This has, of course, become a great source of amusement to my family, who have declared that the only way I can get anything to grow is by staying as far away from it as possible. And apparently, it is true. I am amazed by exactly how much I fail at gardening, but pleased by my miraculous tomato plant.
Also, please tell me it is not Mother's Day tomorrow! I haven't bought a card or gift, ack! Worst daughter ever. My mother has informed me, though, that she would be perfectly happy if I would just scrub the toilets and pack up some of the junk in the back room though, so I suppose I can manage that. (High-maintenance, my mother is not. My father's gift to her, which she is totally thrilled about, was cleaning out the garage. My mom!) On a nicer note, though, my mother and I had a wonderful, and long, talk this morning about everything under the sun. Honestly, for over two hours we chatted about culture, poetry, biology, literature, and a bunch of other, sillier things, like what was going on in this week's People magazine. I am so grateful to have such a wonderful mother, who is somehow I just click with so well. We are buddies, and it makes me so happy. Love my mama.
I hope all of you out there (who celebrate the holiday and/or have mothers) have a lovely Mother's day tomorrow! Extra-special good wishes to those of you who are moms yourself! Much love to you all.
