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General Tuesdayness.
Mar. 1st, 2005 08:59 pmI am so so sore from yesterday's escapade in the rain. I suppose that says horrible things about my fitness levels, except that I'll say in my defense that we were walking too fast for my short little legs, and I had already woken up with back pain, so there. It hurts to walk, it hurts to move, and I would have rather taken a beating (later) than get out of bed this morning. Well. I guess I wouldn't have literally rather taken a beating, because that would a) hurt and b) suck.
In any case, there is absolutely nothing else of importance to discuss. I could tell you about my thwarted dinner plans. All day long, I've been thinking about making a batch of baked spaghetti as soon as I got home, thereby feeding both of us and having two lunches for later in the week. We stopped at Kroger yesterday on our way into town and braved the blowing snow to run in and realize we didn't know what we came after. We settled on the spaghetti plan, and therefore we bought ground beef. So.. imagine my surprise when that ground beef was not in our fridge. I even checked the counters to make sure we hadn't left it out on accident (not that our counters are anywhere near cluttered enough to accidentally overlook a pound and a half of beef; oh no, what kind of place do you think we have, anyway?) but no dice, and it wasn't in the trunk, either (which would have been alright since it's been just barely above freezing* the whole time.
*Freezing. Yeah. Why did it get so cold? And how did I not realize that it was so cold? I mean, just because it's snowing, and just because the wind is blowing harder than *insert bad-taste presidential intern joke here*, that doesn't mean that I should have realized that it was going to be cold today, does it? Sometimes I am not so bright. Hey, look, chick, it's snowing. I am inherently unsuited for meteorology, so I'm glad I didn't want to be a weatherman. Of course, the man thing would have put a damper on things to begin with. I read this really interesting article about sexism in the English language once, but I have totally failed on numerous occasions to summarize it, but one of the more memorable points had to do with the language of conception, and how the male actions are agressive (fertilizing the egg) and the female actions are passive (accepting fertilization.. that's not the right phrase but I can't think of what the actual one was), which is symbolic of the gender stereotypes we face. And.. none of that is really the point. Not that I had one. As usual.
My husband has purchased a five pound bag of Jolly Ranchers. He walks around beaming and declaring it a sack full of pure happy. I think he's nuts. What really made me question his sanity, was when I reached into this five-pound bag and he snatched the bag out of my grasp and glared at me. *giggle* It's just totally exciting around here some days, can't you tell? He won't let me go to New York to see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
courtesy either, so he is double-mean today. Although, to be fair, he didn't actually say that. If you can't exaggerate in your journal, though, where can you?
In any case, there is absolutely nothing else of importance to discuss. I could tell you about my thwarted dinner plans. All day long, I've been thinking about making a batch of baked spaghetti as soon as I got home, thereby feeding both of us and having two lunches for later in the week. We stopped at Kroger yesterday on our way into town and braved the blowing snow to run in and realize we didn't know what we came after. We settled on the spaghetti plan, and therefore we bought ground beef. So.. imagine my surprise when that ground beef was not in our fridge. I even checked the counters to make sure we hadn't left it out on accident (not that our counters are anywhere near cluttered enough to accidentally overlook a pound and a half of beef; oh no, what kind of place do you think we have, anyway?) but no dice, and it wasn't in the trunk, either (which would have been alright since it's been just barely above freezing* the whole time.
*Freezing. Yeah. Why did it get so cold? And how did I not realize that it was so cold? I mean, just because it's snowing, and just because the wind is blowing harder than *insert bad-taste presidential intern joke here*, that doesn't mean that I should have realized that it was going to be cold today, does it? Sometimes I am not so bright. Hey, look, chick, it's snowing. I am inherently unsuited for meteorology, so I'm glad I didn't want to be a weatherman. Of course, the man thing would have put a damper on things to begin with. I read this really interesting article about sexism in the English language once, but I have totally failed on numerous occasions to summarize it, but one of the more memorable points had to do with the language of conception, and how the male actions are agressive (fertilizing the egg) and the female actions are passive (accepting fertilization.. that's not the right phrase but I can't think of what the actual one was), which is symbolic of the gender stereotypes we face. And.. none of that is really the point. Not that I had one. As usual.
My husband has purchased a five pound bag of Jolly Ranchers. He walks around beaming and declaring it a sack full of pure happy. I think he's nuts. What really made me question his sanity, was when I reached into this five-pound bag and he snatched the bag out of my grasp and glared at me. *giggle* It's just totally exciting around here some days, can't you tell? He won't let me go to New York to see
courtesy either, so he is double-mean today. Although, to be fair, he didn't actually say that. If you can't exaggerate in your journal, though, where can you?
