I decided to start my new year’s resolution early. Time to get rid of this extra weight I’ve been hiding, so I joined eDiets.com. What I like about eDiets.com is that they give me recipes and a shopping list. If anything, maybe I’ll learn how to cook and use my lovely kitchen. So far, so good, today. This was my dinner. I swear the chicken wasn’t actually pink inside, just my camera. The rice pilaf has onions, if you wonder what those are, like Meine Schwester did. I skipped the mushrooms. Still don’t like mushrooms. And I couldn’t even eat all of it. Guess that leaves me lunch for tomorrow.
Hopefully I’ll stick with it. Wish me luck!
I left my computer for just a minute on the floor. Mitsy took over.
The sea lions have left San Francisco’s Pier 39. There were 1500 of them last month, and today, only 10. It sounds like they had a bad Thanksgiving dinner.
This made me think about odd animal migrations, which reminded me of the Great Migration of Penguins a few years ago in the San Francisco Zoo. The zoo took in six Ohio penguins that convinced the San Francisco penguins to migrate, making their pool a whirlpool for two weeks.
I mentioned this to the bartender last night and he told me about Gay Penguins. Googling it today, it seems that a gay penguin couple was broken up this summer at the San Francisco zoo by the conniving Linda after she left her long-term mate for an older male who subsequently died.
I’m still curious, Sea Lions, Where’d you go?
I’ve been so productive over the last few days. Painted my bedroom, cleaned out my closet, and gone through a bag full of mail that I’ve ignored for a couple months.
Then I went to Sent Sovi for bbum’s continued birthday. Sadly, this required showering and putting on clothes that I hadn’t been wearing for days.
Because of the extrodinary effort I had put forth for dinner, I decided to go out after. So I went to my new favorite Irish pub for a pint of Guinness.
I paid the bartender for the pint because I would not be staying for more than that one. Then the bartender decided he and I would do a shot of whiskey.
Then the guys beside me decided I would do another. I traded it for another Guinness.
And now, three drinks later, I’m home at 2 am.
I guess it is vacation.
Christmas eve, Perl and I went to Santa Cruz. We walked a couple miles along the sea shore, did sprints on the beach, and drove with the top down. A perfect way to spend the day before Christmas.
It was all fun and games until I couldn’t get the top back up. The weather was warm enough for driving around the boardwalk, but not for the highway. I did manage to get it to close, but not without being very nervous for a while.
I really used Perl’s trip to the beach as an excuse to drive forty miles to get zero VOC paint from Green Space, and to look for ideas of how to remodel my bathroom. I know. I haven’t even shown you finished pictures of the kitchen yet. I will. Eventually.
Perl didn’t want the green color of my bedroom to go, so she had a sit-in in the closet. I finally convinced her that we had lived with this color for three years and it is time for a change. But she begged and asked, Why grey?
Well the rest of the house is grey.
But it is so boring.
Yes, but I want to print out some of my photos and display them and I don’t want the wall color to be the main focus of the room.
Grey? Really? Couldn’t you do something else?
I didn’t want beige.
But why grey?
Because it goes with everything. I’m sick of having to pick new bedspreads by bringing paint chips to the store. Nothing went with that green.
It took a couple coats to get rid of the green. But now my bedroom is grey with white trim. I’ll do the electrical outlets during the daylight.
And then I have to fill my closet again. I had a lot of stuff in that closet. Hopefully I’ll have less soon.
I do kind of miss the green.
I’m sorry for introducing you all to Globe Trotter. I’m addicted. This is the best I’ve done so far. How about you?