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bloodyrosemccoyIt is the first day of public school 'round here, and let me tell you, it's still kind of weird not to be a part of it. As it is, it's still over fifty percent of my life spent getting up at some insane hour* to stagger off to run around in an icy field, or do jazz band, or struggle to care about poetry.**
I celebrated by having a day as busy and demanding as the first day of school, to the point where it was almost a relief to have the Car Dudes call and inform me that I would have to continue driving this dopey little rental car around till tomorrow because the Grandma Car wasn't ready to be picked up yet. It meant I could just go the hell home.
Except then I have to make dinner on Mondays. But I'm tired as hell, so I am performing the family specialty recipe known as Dumping A Bunch Of Stuff In A Dutch Oven Until It Turns Into Chili. It's a great recipe. That junk they called "chili" on Alton Brown doesn't even come close.
Now I'm going to gotake a nap let it simmer. Comfort food for the First Day Of School. I could use it.
Hey, at least I'm doing better than my sister. She actually had school today. And work. And salmonella.
*I love how every few years they come out with a study saying that according to Science, it is counterproductive to send your kids to school at fuck o'clock. (Or, as my body has insisted for all of my life, "a couple hours past bedtime.") And all the bleary-eyed teachers and their almost-dead students look at the scientists and say, "You needed SCIENCE for that?"
**Okay, I actually struggle to care about poetry at any time of day, but the incredibly loathsome Dickinson or Cummings get their obnoxiousness multiplied exponentially at 7:45 a.m..
I celebrated by having a day as busy and demanding as the first day of school, to the point where it was almost a relief to have the Car Dudes call and inform me that I would have to continue driving this dopey little rental car around till tomorrow because the Grandma Car wasn't ready to be picked up yet. It meant I could just go the hell home.
Except then I have to make dinner on Mondays. But I'm tired as hell, so I am performing the family specialty recipe known as Dumping A Bunch Of Stuff In A Dutch Oven Until It Turns Into Chili. It's a great recipe. That junk they called "chili" on Alton Brown doesn't even come close.
Now I'm going to go
Hey, at least I'm doing better than my sister. She actually had school today. And work. And salmonella.
*I love how every few years they come out with a study saying that according to Science, it is counterproductive to send your kids to school at fuck o'clock. (Or, as my body has insisted for all of my life, "a couple hours past bedtime.") And all the bleary-eyed teachers and their almost-dead students look at the scientists and say, "You needed SCIENCE for that?"
**Okay, I actually struggle to care about poetry at any time of day, but the incredibly loathsome Dickinson or Cummings get their obnoxiousness multiplied exponentially at 7:45 a.m..
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Date: 2009-08-25 03:46 pm (UTC)Is there enough alcohol in Utah for someone to get hung over?
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Date: 2009-08-25 04:11 pm (UTC)There's enough alcohol, but you'd have to drink a lot more beer in order to get the same reaction.