Woe is me; my giant moth monster sucks.

Magnus entered both of our LJ names into the Giant Battle Monster thingie that blookum posted. His little monster was pretty fierce. Unfortunately, I was a lame-o weakling. He assures me that his supergiant monster will protect my dinky little one. That's super, because I'm very busy guarding my nest and can't be bothered with such things.

Today was intended to be a super-fun outing adventure, but kinda turned out a little lazier than it could have been. We had big plans for swimming or shopping in either Lexington or Ashland or something like that. Then we got invited to lunch at the store.. they were fixing BLTs and thought we might want to come down. I really didn't want bacon, but thought I'd feel a little guilty if we turned them down for no reason. So we went. After five minutes, Dad mentions that there's a commercial yard sale at the restaraunt that went out of business (Boomerang's) and he'd like to go and would I mind watching the register while him and Magnus went out there? Anyway, the shortened version of this is that I ended up working for two unpaid hours on my day off. Yay. Well, two hours minus eating time. When we finally got out of there, we went to Carter Caves and played minigolf (I won! Yay!) and then came home. We were headed to Ashland, where I might or might not get a needed haircut, but we decided we didn't want to. Came home and took a nap instead. Magnus expends a tremendous amount of energy making me fall asleep. It's kind of weird, really.

I bought M two Monty Python type movies tonight, and we just finished watching Life of Brian. I hadn't seen it. Not my favorite, as it turns out. Not particularly fond of it, actually, though it wasn't terrible. And I lost my needle somewhere in the couch or on the floor. I got the urge to cross-stitch again last night and started one of our many tiny purchased-on-sale holiday kits. You know the ones, measuring about two inches square? I really haven't worked on anything since I started tatting.. I wish I could at least finish up the two projects I had going. Unfortunately, almost the only thing left on one of them was the bitchy delicate accents done in gold metallic. See what I mean? I promised it to Mom for Mother's Day last year, though, so it'd be nice to give it to her. *giggle* Anyway, I have this terrible habit of losing needles, which is another good reason for me to pursue another craft. :) This one was pretty blunt, at least.

Need to stop sitting on my feet. I was doing better with it, but have lately been sitting cross-legged again. Bad for me. Makes chiropractor gripe loudly. And makes legs, feet and assorted joints hurt. Looks like I'd eventually learn, doesn't it?

I'd give a quarter for a Friday evening..

I can't seem to go to bed on time on Sunday nights. I always regret it on Monday morning, so I don't know why I can't just get it into my head that the weekend is over and I should submit to Mr. Sandman peacefully.

I guess I might as well give up on the idea of doing the 26 things photo challenge. There's really no hope of getting it all worked out during the month of July. Unless I cheated and went back through some of our old pictures to find ones that fit the requirements.. we have tended to take very many somewhat unusual pictures. We already decided to make it a joint project anyway. I don't know why it struck my fancy to participate in this, anyway, but it sounded like fun. As it turns out, it hasn't so much been fun as a worry. I am planning on actively working on improving my photography, though. I stumbled across Photo Friday today, though, and am considering doing that instead. One picture per week is easier than 26 per month and all. At the very least, I'm appreciating the talent of some of the people participating.

I ran across a Thai soup recipe a week or two ago. It received such high ratings that I became strangely insistent on making it. I like the idea of Thai food, but it's something I've had exactly twice before. (It was the first time that interested me so.. I really should just ask my friend for the recipe instead of worrying myself over the food goodness I'm missing out on.) Anyway. My fixation with fixing this soup was a little odd, since neither Magnus or I are fans of coconut milk. Actually, I'm completely indifferent, as I've only had it once before and it was pretty good, but Magnus insists that he doesn't like it. I really do go on about the most boring things, don't I? In any case, I finally made the soup tonight, and I discovered a few interesting tidbits of information. First, turmeric stains the heck out of your hands and nails. Really. Don't grind it up without wearing gloves. Doesn't that sound all foodtv of me to use fresh turmeric instead of ground? Truth is that I'm too cheap to buy an actual bottle of the stuff when I ran across it at Jungle Jim's last week and paid 2 cents for a piece big enough for the recipe. Ha! Also, fish sauce really stinks.. and we're talking about the very strong aroma of unwashed naughty bits and feet, with a stagnant mold smell. (That's one of my hidden talents, btw.. recognizing the exact scent of something gross like that.) Yuck. And don't read the ingredients label, either, because "extract of anchovy" is NEVER what you want to read. Magnus was impressed that I even tried the finished product, as the smell was overbearing and he wasn't about to put any of it in his mouth, and he'll eat anything once. It was actually pretty good, though, with rice. I couldn't bear to dump all of the fish sauce in, though, and used a quarter of what I was supposed to. It was quite enough for my taste. He's taking the leftovers to work, which pleases me immensely. It looked even better than it tasted, and it seems his co-workers are a tad jealous of his leftovers.

Anyway, something a little more serious for a minute. My grandfather's heart is skipping beats again and he's feeling short of air. Very much not good and intensely worrying. Almost even more worrying than that news was that he seemed to consider coming home with my parents to spend the night.. even though he wasn't told about the skipping beats thing. (I likely get my propensity for worrying from him, so no one felt the urge to bring it up to him.) Until his heart surgery last fall, he'd never agreed to spend the night away from home, and they were pretty persistent about it sometimes. He's almost completely blind in one eye (which you really wouldn't know unless you were told) so he tries to avoid driving at nights, so there were a few times when it would have been extremely convenient for him to stay in Morehead with either my parents or my aunt.. it's a half hour drive on very windy country roads to his house. I don't know.. with any luck, it's something that needs fixed with his pacemaker, hopefully it's extremely premature to start worrying, but I'm worried about it in a way that I wasn't when he had the surgery last year. And I can't stand the thought that he would have went through all of that pain and trouble for no reason. Think nice thoughts, would you, please?