From the first time I heard it, I loved the term “comfort food.” Whether it’s healthy or decadent, complicated or simple, comfort food is a universal concept.
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1,000 Blank White Cards
Update: I didn’t realize that Tim had already posted about this on his LJ. Damn, he’s quick.
Tonight Tim, Steve, Tom, and I met Rhonda and Lindsey at Meteor. It’s a great bar, but not long after we arrived, the music got louder, making conversation difficult. We voted to adjourn to The Compound and play 1,000 Blank White Cards.
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Hanging at The Compound
…with Steve, Tim, and the dogs.
Ruthless Self-Discipline
I need to be organized. I can’t work in clutter. I can’t stand it when I can’t find things. I’m a great filer and organizer (I think The Container Store is a little slice of heaven), but I’ve had too many related things filed in too many different places.
Tim is always (always being an exaggeration of occasionally) nagging me to purge stuff. (Geminis…)
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An Out-of-Compound Experience
Tonight I had to run some errands, so on a whim, and with low expectations, I stopped by our neighborhood Borders. Alas, no copies of THREE FORTUNES were on the shelf. I picked up another of Greg Herren’s mysteries, MURDER IN THE RUE DAUPHINE (New Orleans being on my mind this evening). I also noted that FARB’s TRUST FUND BOYS looks good in its new trade paper release.
As I was leaving, one of the associates asked if he could help me, so I asked if he could look up two books–Lori L Lake’s HAVE GUN WE’LL TRAVEL, which I’ve heard a lot about, and, well… THREE FORTUNES IN ONE COOKIE by Cochrane Lambert.
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Update
You know, in going back through Tim’s LJ archives, it occurs to me that we never told you one of the happy endings.
The fogging, the constant vacuuming, and the beneficial nematodes (thanks, Mother Nature) did the trick.
It’s no longer a flea circus around here.
Mr. Smarty Pants
I have a recipe for chocolate pound cake that has never failed me. Until tonight. Post culinary-disaster conversation:
Me: This never happened, and I’ve been baking this cake for thirty-five years!
Tim: Thirty-five years? That’s a long time. What are you using, an Easy-Bake Oven?
More “awwwwww” moments
Earlier, I was Riversitting while Tim went out to get dog food. I got preoccupied in the Home Office when I realized that I heard a dog chewing something and River was no longer in the room with me.
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Catching no flies here
All the wonderful essential oils that I use in my practice (massage and various other voodoo that I do) are in my massage room which is in Tim’s apartment. This means I don’t encounter them on a daily basis unless I bring some over to the Home Office.
Today, I was next to a bookcase in my dining room when wonderful aromas alerted me that something good was nearby. I realized that a little atomizer of a flea-repelling blend I’d made for the dogs was sitting there, sending out a faint hint of lavender and cedar. I couldn’t resist, spraying some on my hands then putting them to my face for a big whiff.
What I’d forgotten was the carrier I used for those oils: apple cider vinegar. Now I smell like an unusual coleslaw, even after washing my hands twice.
A Certain Someone
There’s a Certain Someone who probably doesn’t read my Live Journal, but definitely reads Tim’s. Maybe Tim will link this entry in one of his own.
There’s a Certain Someone who sent FOUR bags of Bar-B-Q Fritos™ to The Compound. Perhaps he meant to send them all to Tim, but Tim is sweet and generous and let me put two of the bags in my house.
Thank you, Certain Someone! You are now in the Bar-B-Q Frito™/Sally Struthers Hall of Fame with Greg, Lindsey, and Rhonda because of your great kindness and generosity!