Lisa Mantchev's Blog, page 15

Flist clean-up

The friends list has gotten too hot to handle, too cold to hold, so I'm trimming out those who either never friended me in return or haven't commented in a blue moon.

Contrariwise, if you have friended me and would like me to return the favor, you need only pipe up or poke me with a stick.

To prologue, or not to prologue

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Never Jam Today

You know, I think I forgot to mention that the day TinyDoom! arrived, I'd emailed off the revision on the third theater book, been to my 38 week check-up, dropped off two art pieces at the framers, and purchased forty pounds of apricots with which to make jam.

Cross my heart, forty pounds of apricots.

We'd been waiting for the local organic grocery store to get their ginormous boxes of fruit in, and I got the call from The Husband as I was about to head home from the framers. Switched gears...

Skip a Starbucks Day

My friend CJ Redwine and her husband are asking if people would skip a coffee indulgence for a day to support their efforts to bring home their adoptive daughter from China. If you can spare $5 (or $10, or $20!) please head over to her blog.

Unexpected Midnight Adventures

Monday, the power cut out and the SugarBean caused a toilet malfunction. At the time, I grumbled, but I should have been grateful for small disasters.

Last night, waking up to nurse Mr. FussyBritches, I was greeted with a stench unlike any other but could not place for the first few minutes of "Ayiiiie, the gas is leaking! The house is going to explode!"  Roused the husband and sent him in search of the Mystery Odor.

Sidenote: he and I play two versions of the same game. Mine is "What's That Sm...

Ginger Me This, Batman

I paused in the editing this morning to compose a version of the Barefoot Contessa's Ultimate Ginger Cookie with the child (I couldn't help myself... kristine-smith blogged about them with the most delectable picture!)

I was forced to make a few tweaks, given that I was out of ground nutmeg and ground ginger--as I most likely have been since Christmas, when I get my usual craving for spice cake. I substituted light for dark brown sugar, and I also only used 1/2 cup of crystallized ginger...

How you can need a garbage can

And come home with something else entirely

Subtitled: A Small Scene At Costco

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Me: *coveting a new step-access lidded garbage can for the kitchen because ours is partially busted and in desperate need of a scrubbing, in any case*

Child: OH LOOK. *runs down the next aisle when she spots a small, countertop, retro-looking popcorn popper*

Me: *tearing gaze away from the stainless steel shiny and remembering the struggle we're having with the Bedtime Routine, due mostly, we suspect, with the incom...

Deadlines (of DOOM!)

There's apparently nothing like in impending arrival of a small human for getting revisions done. Editorial letter for SO SILVER BRIGHT arrived 18 days ago, I've redrafted, and now I'm about 25% done with a final pass read.

It's too early for the Dance of Triumph, and yet I do believe I just performed a small chair wiggle.

Bonehead

Yesterday, after two hours of wandering around, trying to get EVERYTHING on my shopping list, I tried on four pairs of shorts, put back the two I wanted and bought the two that I didn't.

Which I didn't notice until I snipped the tags off today.

This ranks right up there with the time I left the newly opened package of really yummy nitrate-free Trader Joe's bacon in the drawer with the Ziplocks.

Which we didn't find/notice until a few days later. *yew*

I probably should be considered a hazard to m...

Weather Guiltacular

I lived long enough in SoCal without AC that I am sitting here, twitching, because I closed up the windows and turned the AC on about a half an hour ago.

When we had an apartment, we only used it when absolutely necessary, because we were broke college kids.

When we lived in the Pasadena rental, it wasn't even an option, because there wasn't any installed in that tiny, poorly insulated shithole bungalow. The months from April to October were a never-ending cycle of watching the weather forecast...