Seven Quick Takes - July 31, 2009

Take 1: A big huge THANK YOU to everyone that’s offered encouragement and support in response to my decision to quit smoking. Right now I’m at 58 hours smoke-free and I’m feeling great. Yes, I still have cravings, but I’m doing a great job of telling my inner addict, “You do NOT need a cigarette to feel good. K?”
I’ve also sworn off sodas and started drinking a TON of water all day long. I used to be a no-soda kind of gal, but when my nicotine and tar habit gave me terrible dry mouth and a perpetual sore throat I eventually found myself drinking 4 or 5 20-oz sodas EVERY DAY. There’s just no need for that much sugar to go into my body every day, right? And I figure that switching from soda to water will offset any post-quitting weight gain. The only downside to drinking all this water is that I’m actually going to the bathroom twice as often now… and the people that know me will tell you it’s darn impressive that I’ve managed to squeeze EVEN MORE potty time into my life!
Take 2: PAMPERED CHEF PARTY TONIGHT! I am very, very excited. I cleaned house & went grocery shopping last night. All I have to do tonight is pick up the, um, beverages, ifyouknowwhatImean. I’ll bet the cooking demonstrations are even more fun when you’re intoxicated
And once again, I want to ask you to visit my friend Bethany’s Pampered Chef website for all your nifty cooking needs!
Take 3: We’ve been letting the kittens wander around the house for a little bit every night. So far, the reactions of our established animal residents are quite varied: Fluffy, our tortoiseshell, tells the kittens in NO UNCERTAIN TERMS that they better stay the hell away; Squeaker, our tailless tuxedo cat, is curious but standoffish; Indy, our fat orange tabby, is confused and scared; and Milo, our hyper beagle-mix is DANGEROUSLY excited about his newchew toys buddies. He wants to romp and wrestle and snuggle with them, which is super cute, but he is SOOOO much bigger than the kitties and doesn’t realize it. On more than one occasion, he’s sent Randall (the BABY orange tabby) flying with an over-enthusiastic nose-nudge. Luckily, Randall is pretty fearless and will pick fights with Milo; the other night he bit Milo HARD on the ear, and I think our dog was mystified that these chew toys actually chewed back!
Take 4: I have to tell y’all about my new favoritest wine, Twisted. So far I’ve tried the Old Vine Zinfandel and Merlot, and I have to say that this brand is a wonderful treat for sipping in the evenings while cooking, reading, or chatting with friends. I’m not good at pairing - the only rough guideline I follow is red wines with red meat or red sauces, and even that rule gets broken fairly regularly - and that’s what’s great about Twisted. They’re making wine that’s good with, well, anything. I found the Merlot fruity and sassy, the Zinfandel dry and refined. And at less than $15 for a 1.5L bottle, Twisted is a damn good deal, too. (Image courtey of the Twisted Wines website.)
Take 5: One of my (many, it seems!) pregnant girlfriends just found out she’s having a little girl. This is perfect because I have been insisting that she name her child after me ever since she found out she was pregnant. You may think this is mere vanity on my part, but you would be WRONG. I am just very sad to see that after years of being the #1 name for baby girls in America, Emily recently slipped to 3rd place. Oh, sadness! Oh, woe!
Take 6: My front flower bed is hideous. No, I am not exaggerating. When we planted this spring, we could only afford plants - no good soil, no mulch - and I thought we could skate by with out the investment of compost and landscape cover. I was WRONG. The little topsoil we had washed away in the heavy rains of late spring, and then all the plants baked in the summer sun. Oh, and the weeds went NUTS over that past month or so - when I’d walk in the front door, I could only avert my eyes in shame. I knew when we attempted to up our “curb appeal” that such an endeavor would require hard work and consistency. I’m a fairly hard worker, but I am not long on consistency, letmetellyou. And as a result, I’m pretty sure our yard is the laughing stock of the cul-de-sac. Thankfully, my kind husband spent a few minutes tearing up the weeds with his parent’s Mantis, so the beds look marginally better. It’s not a wide margin, though.
Hey, there’s always next year, right? As long as my gardening heart is pure, I know I will someday have success.
Take 7 - Audience Participation: What talent or skill do you really wish you had? I ask this because I’ve always wished that gardening came easily to me, but it just doesn’t. I find it intimidating and perplexing, though I’m getting better at overcoming my fears. I’m also not great at being organized in my housekeeping, I’m scared to death of sewing, and I’ve given up learning to knit several times because all the counting and paying attention and deciphering coded patterns was just too much work for me, LOL. I’m not as accomplished a baker as I’d like to be, but I am a damn fine cook, thank goodness. I guess, overall, I just wish I was more domestic. I know I don’t HAVE to be domestic to be a good wife/mom/woman/person, but I WANT to be.
In the same vein, I WANT to be smarter and more well-read on current events, but I honestly (this is embarrassing) find the news sooooo boooooring. Same thing with history - I have a hard time giving a crap. But I feel like I SHOULD know more stuff about the world I live in - if for no other reason than it sounds terrible to admit that I’m so ignorant!






