Monday, September 04, 2006
Labor Day musings
Made pesto today....yum, yum. The basil's not as green as I'd like (I overwater while I'm checking for blooms or checking the tomatoes for tobacco worms) and I didn't really have enough flat-leaf parsley to help green it up. No worries, however, it tasted GREAT. Heated up a little leftover orzo and feta, stirred some pesto in.....oh. my. That's why I bother to dink with the basil. I need to make a super-batch (or two, or three) to use it all up by the time we leave for the trip. I'm sure Mom will be glad to have some (and help make it) while she's here next weekend and I think I can find a friend or two to find a good home for some.
Making pesto and seeing the next-to-last Arkansas Travelers game at Ray Winder Field (oldest minor league part West of the Mississippi River) were the highlights of an otherwise slow and easy weekend. Which is what weekends are for. Especially weekends ahead of a busy week. Big project at Big Faceless Corp to turn in next week. One that the Boss will be happy to have, which makes me feel useful. Two wine tastings to work, pre-trip things to buy and Mom and Dad in on Friday for the weekend. Next week will be abbreviated as well, but I'll be so out of my mind excited about the trip that I won't have the foggiest idea what's going on. I've warned co-workers and friends alike. I fully anticipate getting hit in the butt with a tranquilizer dart.
Been musing a bit more about friends this weekend. It's always good when you luck into one. There's a chick I work with, who I've always thought was tons of fun, whose recent divorce has allowed her go and DO things. She and kiddo went to the Travs game and we had a really nice time. Didn't even talk about work THAT much. I'm sad for her that her relationship didn't work out like she'd hoped, but glad to have her back. Another friend, my typical partner in almost any crime we're bored enough to think up, is out of the country on a weekend when we'd normally go run around. I'm glad he got a most-expenses-paid trip back to the homeland, but it's odd not to be able to call to say "hey, turn to this channel...you'll never believe this" or "New Movie starts at 7:30....I'll be there to pick you up in 15 min".
For a few years, the SuperBowl loser (and in a couple of cases, winner) from one year was horrendous the next year (Bucs and Raiders immediately come to mind). I think the Steelers will be good this year, but geez....Ben has had an awful off-season. Motorcycle wreck, hurt his thumb, appendectomy.... I think Pit's not safe for Ben. Ben, I have a lovely guest room that I'm completely willing to re-do in gold and black if it's too girly for you. You'll have a relaxing environment, fresh country air, hiking trails, good home cooking, lots of "extra TLC"...all that you need to recouperate. I've never been much of a quarterback kind of gal. Mostly because my teams will have a REALLY good QB for 2 years, then either a green guy who never learns the playbook or some worn out washed up player who needs the money much worse than we need him. Anyway, there's something compelling about Big Ben. And I don't just mean his stature. I was about to type "he's a really cute kid" when I looked up his age. He was born in 1982. I was eleven. I was just getting into boys when he graced the planet. Yeah....I don't feel old, or anything.
Making pesto and seeing the next-to-last Arkansas Travelers game at Ray Winder Field (oldest minor league part West of the Mississippi River) were the highlights of an otherwise slow and easy weekend. Which is what weekends are for. Especially weekends ahead of a busy week. Big project at Big Faceless Corp to turn in next week. One that the Boss will be happy to have, which makes me feel useful. Two wine tastings to work, pre-trip things to buy and Mom and Dad in on Friday for the weekend. Next week will be abbreviated as well, but I'll be so out of my mind excited about the trip that I won't have the foggiest idea what's going on. I've warned co-workers and friends alike. I fully anticipate getting hit in the butt with a tranquilizer dart.
Been musing a bit more about friends this weekend. It's always good when you luck into one. There's a chick I work with, who I've always thought was tons of fun, whose recent divorce has allowed her go and DO things. She and kiddo went to the Travs game and we had a really nice time. Didn't even talk about work THAT much. I'm sad for her that her relationship didn't work out like she'd hoped, but glad to have her back. Another friend, my typical partner in almost any crime we're bored enough to think up, is out of the country on a weekend when we'd normally go run around. I'm glad he got a most-expenses-paid trip back to the homeland, but it's odd not to be able to call to say "hey, turn to this channel...you'll never believe this" or "New Movie starts at 7:30....I'll be there to pick you up in 15 min".
For a few years, the SuperBowl loser (and in a couple of cases, winner) from one year was horrendous the next year (Bucs and Raiders immediately come to mind). I think the Steelers will be good this year, but geez....Ben has had an awful off-season. Motorcycle wreck, hurt his thumb, appendectomy.... I think Pit's not safe for Ben. Ben, I have a lovely guest room that I'm completely willing to re-do in gold and black if it's too girly for you. You'll have a relaxing environment, fresh country air, hiking trails, good home cooking, lots of "extra TLC"...all that you need to recouperate. I've never been much of a quarterback kind of gal. Mostly because my teams will have a REALLY good QB for 2 years, then either a green guy who never learns the playbook or some worn out washed up player who needs the money much worse than we need him. Anyway, there's something compelling about Big Ben. And I don't just mean his stature. I was about to type "he's a really cute kid" when I looked up his age. He was born in 1982. I was eleven. I was just getting into boys when he graced the planet. Yeah....I don't feel old, or anything.
