Sunday, June 27, 2010

Can I Be a Friend to Chorizo?

My husband has the crazy idea to make his own chorizo. He saw a documentary about how it is made in a factory and thinks he can replicate this process in our kitchen. I am supportive of this endeavor. I know he likes to cook and that he loves to eat chorizo. I, on the other hand, hate chorizo. I have actually referred to it as “devil meat” a few times and refused to let it be cooked in my presence. The smell, the very idea of chorizo, repels me.

My first introduction to chorizo was not good, I admit. I was visiting a relative who had some chorizo and decided to cook it up with some sweet potatoes for our lunch. I ate it. The flavor was reprehensible. I gagged some of it down, with large gulps of water, and have hated the stuff ever since. I still enjoy sweet potatoes though, so go figure.

My second meeting with chorizo was at Yosemite National Park. My boyfriend had been invited to join my mother, my sister and her boyfriend, and myself on a short camping trip. My boyfriend brought chorizo. He wanted to make breakfast for everyone. That was fine, it’s in the open air and I don’t have to eat it. On the last day of our stay, everyone enjoyed his breakfast of chorizo with eggs and tortillas. My sister especially enjoyed it. A little too much. She barfed it all up on the winding trip out of the park. The backseat of my mother’s car was covered in chorizo. My sister was covered in chorizo. Her boyfriend was covered in chorizo. I was very thankful I wasn’t riding in their car all the way home since it was a six hour drive. A very smelly six hour drive for them. The next time I had to ride in the backseat of my mother’s car, a few months later, I was putting on the seatbelt, and I caught a whiff of barfed-up chorizo. I looked down, and the seatbelt strap was covered with old, dried barfed-up chorizo. I leapt out of the car, shrieking and frantically brushing off the front of my shirt. My sister was laughing from the front seat and admitted she knew the chorizo was there but couldn’t smell it really anyway. I made her switch seats with me.

I hate chorizo.

My husband is determined to convert me. I say he’s lucky I’m even letting him bring it into the house.

Monday, June 7, 2010

My 100th Post

This is my 100th post. No fanfare, no big interesting topic. I can't believe I have had this blog for so long and barely now am hitting the 100 mark. Phooey.

Last night I got an obscene phone call. I'm not even sure if that is what it should be called though. It was a female who asked for me by name. Once I responded, "This is she." the expletives were flying! She called me so many names I was stupefied. When I asked who it was, she answered, "Your mom." Now, if I hadn't been so shocked, if not amused, by what was happening, I would have said something like, "Well my mom is dead (she's not) so that can't be right," but of course I thought of all the good responses much later. Apparently this person has never made a call like this before since I really have no idea WHY I was chosen to receive such verbal abuse. She never said why she was calling me those names which is really the whole point of making the call, right? Shouldn't there be some indication of SOMETHING I have done to ignite such a tirade? After a minute or so I just started laughing, seriously it's ridiculous, and that seemed to make her more mad, and then I simply hung up. It's a mystery.

I'm not a hateful person. I am happily married and not a cheater of any kind. My friends don't use profanity and if they were angry they sure wouldn't have called me a whore. So, who could it have been?

1. A wrong number. Maybe they are upset with another person with my SAME NAME.
2. My husband's ex-girlfriend whom we saw at a birthday party this weekend. But, seriously, they broke up over 15 years ago and aren't we all over 30 now?
3. A girlfriend of a friend on FB. This is my best guess. But how would she get my phone number? All my info on FB is so general I can't imagine why she would track me down. And besides that, my friendship with this man is totally above reproach.

Maybe I will never know. That's fine with me. I was really proud of myself for just laughing at this person. I told one of my girlfriends about this and she was telling me that if this happens again I should give this person an earful. But that's not me. I would rather find out WHY they chose to call and then deal with that instead of fueling the profanity fire. And anyway, I don't curse! I have a few times in the recent past but that was strictly for entertainment purposes.

Needless to say, I'm answering every call today.

Friday, June 4, 2010

A Couple Thoughts

Since we got back from vacation my focus has been to lose the extra weight I gained while stuffing my face with my sister's delicious cooking. She can cook all sorts of Asian dishes with pork and shrimp and they are so good! Too good. Most of the vacation was spent sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen and chatting with her while she cooked. Seriously. So, the same Capri's I wore on the plane up there were tiiiiiight when I wore them home. I was not happy.

I wish I could be overweight and be content. I really do. It's not just the health issue, high cholesterol and heart disease, all that scary stuff. I feel terrible about myself when I am overweight like this but actually I'm very happy with who I am on the inside. It's the outside that surprises me when I walk by the mirror. I feel good, look good from the neck up and then bam! I walk by a full length mirror and I swear some fat women is walking next to me all of a sudden. It's a big fat downer. Literally.

So I am back on the treadmill. It's so hard to get motivated to get on there sometimes. I need some new music or something on my iPod to get me going. I can walk without holding the rail and last night before starting, I put a big stack of magazines within arm's reach. I made it about halfway through Entertainment Weekly. I was bored. I switched to watching an episode of The Office on my phone. That got me through another 10 minutes. Finally, I hit 30 minutes and I stopped. Usually I go 45 since that is the "proven" length to LOSE weight, not just maintain weight. My hubby had my ab workout DVD ready to go, so I flopped down and did that, too. I guess I should be proud of myself but I am really dreading getting back up there tonight. Maybe I will head to the park and walk the track.

Being outside walking the track is a totally different experience than being on the treadmill. I love the open air, the people, and the passing game. Yes, I purposely speed up to pass people. It makes the experience of walking in very big ovals a lot more fun. Sometimes I will even run down one side of the track just to pass everyone ahead of me. If someone passes me, they become my next target. I keep my eye on that person and make it my goal to find a way to pass them back. It sounds crazy when I describe it on here, but in reality it's a great motivator.

Since it's Friday, we will also be watching a movie later. I put a few movies int he queue and I think a Liam Neeson Irish flick is arriving today. We watched the Lakers last night and even the kids were cheering. Professor X was making comments that he fashioned after what he has heard us say in the past, sometimes not making much sense, but it was cool to hear him trying.

My hubby is happy to have his family back home. We started our routine of reading in bed before turning out the lights and he made a point to tell me that the house was not the same without me. I'm happy to be home, too.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Goals for the Summer

1. Write more - try to finish the writing projects I have started.
2. Get Mr. M to write his name on his own so he can get a library card.
3. Teach Mr. M to read - he's right there, so close!
4. Find an MT job that is mostly VR editing and has perfect hours.
5. Make it a habit to get up early.

The school year is over and the summer has begun. Time to schedule some parks and rec classes for the kids and figure out what our summer schedule will be. I'm hoping this will be a very fruitful summer for my writing. I kicked it off with a new subscription to Writer's Digest.