tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44212134243582522182012-01-03T13:13:57.434-08:00Waywardnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-55234560894156635302011-02-08T23:53:00.000-08:002011-02-09T00:03:35.652-08:00

I came across this recipe called Creamy Broccoli Soup in the February 2011 issue of Real Simple. And even though the idea of broccoli soup makes me make the eeewwww face, I thought it sounded healthy and it didn't seem too involved. It was definitely easy to make and fit almost perfectly into a weeknight schedule as I was able to squeeze in a short workout during the hands-off cooking time. I

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-50594415169747059682011-02-06T23:52:00.000-08:002011-02-06T23:58:37.577-08:00

Let me preface this post by saying I feel appropriately guilty that a large portion of the US is suffering through some of the coldest, snowiest weather they've seen in years (I mean hells bells people, it snowed in Austin, TX for crying out loud) while I spent the weekend blissfully warm and frolicking in sunshine. The weather is clearly part of the magnetic pull the Bay Area has on people. We

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-43111255196875750272011-01-15T12:47:00.000-08:002011-01-15T12:52:23.988-08:00

So, about that eggplant. I use eggplant nearly every week as part of a veggie pizza, but I always have about ½ an eggplant left over from that dish that goes bad before we use it. This got me thinking about what I could make with that leftover eggplant to stop throwing money in the garbage. I generally use the big, fat eggplants for pizza, and this recipe uses Japanese eggplants (longer, more

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-78388269244851328212011-01-10T20:45:00.000-08:002011-01-10T20:45:36.761-08:00

It seems like I'm always trying to play catch up here on the blog. I know I wrote about it before, but ever since Scoob got me an iPhone last spring, I just don't turn on the computer at home very often. So where did we leave off? On the family medical front, everyone is doing fine. Dad has a clean bill of health with his pneumonia and sis has been cleared to go back to work. Although, now mom

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-64955616196831440522010-12-23T11:02:00.000-08:002010-12-27T13:20:02.513-08:00

We're on our way for several days of family and Christmassy fun. A bunch of driving, then family, family, family, then more driving. I hope you all have a happy Christmas, however you celebrate. BTW—40 is fine. I'm actually looking forward to my 40s.

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-19386951713056592682010-12-18T00:15:00.000-08:002010-12-18T00:37:34.894-08:00

One of the challenges with having a birthday so close to Christmas is that it often gets lumped up with all the other festivities. Though, considering grandma's birthday is actually Christmas Day, I really shouldn't complain. Anyhow, my co-workers in the editorial department decided to surprise me with a birthday celebration today before people start fleeing the office for the holidays. I

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-59132596087171720202010-12-16T00:37:00.000-08:002010-12-16T00:39:21.691-08:00

Finally winding down from a phone call with my mom (mom) and am about to head to bed, but I wanted to post a quick update. I talked with my mom (step-mom) earlier and my sister was moved out of ICU this afternoon, so that is good. Though from what I understand, her roomie in ICU was detoxing and creating quite the fuss between yelling/swearing/throwing things and being otherwise abusive. She was

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-43865864517690002862010-12-15T02:48:00.000-08:002010-12-15T02:48:51.360-08:00

Well, I was going to write about more tushie related news, but that will have to wait. I'm having a minor meltdown tonight. I went from happily addressing the last of my Christmas cards (sending some out for the first time in several years) and baking brownies for the annual bake sale at work tomorrow to being beside myself with worry. I texted my sister yesterday looking for an uncle's address

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-66609844807420055422010-12-13T00:59:00.000-08:002010-12-13T00:59:45.956-08:00

Okay, so I noticed something while we were in North Carolina and it's been kicking around in my head ever since. Not one single public restroom I went into offered toilet seat liners. I know, huh. Of all the things I could possibly obsess over, I choose toilet seat liners. Anyhow, it got me thinking. At what point in my life did toilet seat liners become a necessity? Was there a moment when my

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-49660540945994552112010-12-04T22:17:00.000-08:002010-12-04T22:17:24.762-08:00

So, someone swiped my coffee cup at work the other day. It was my own fault, really, for leaving it in the dish drainer to dry. There's nothing terribly distinctive about it, so no one would know it was mine, but I've been using the same cup since I started working here in 2004 and I've grown rather attached to it. Now I'm looking for a replacement cup and I found this. Basically there's a

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-3390512339574470742010-11-28T17:51:00.000-08:002010-11-28T18:33:16.856-08:00

We're in our last moments of the Thanksgiving weekend and I want to hold onto the good feelings. Mom and I have our own Thanksgiving tradition. Each year we're together, we sit down and watch an old musical. I love the old musicals and was really looking forward to Seven Brides for Seven Brothers or The King and I. It doesn't matter how many times I see these movies, I always enjoy them. I was

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-65953716070809912322010-11-26T17:18:00.000-08:002010-11-28T17:53:14.531-08:00

While everyone else is out there battling the crowds trying to score a doorbuster deal and making  serious headway on their Holiday shopping, I'm still celebrating Thanksgiving. I have trouble moving on from Thanksgiving; come to think of it, I have trouble moving after Thanksgiving. (Especially after our day-after-Thanksgiving breakfast.) Now, assuming I could move and that I could work up the

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-21042952688685441322010-11-25T13:25:00.000-08:002010-11-26T15:59:03.218-08:00

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! The kitchen flurry has begun and I think I'm about to put the turkey in the oven. That is, just as soon as I figure out how to cook a turkey breast as opposed to the whole turkey. Since it's just the two of us and we've been cutting back on our meat consumption, it just didn't make sense to cook a whole bird. Oh, and can I tell you something? A little bit goes a

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-32624911019239868662010-11-24T19:59:00.000-08:002010-11-24T20:05:42.338-08:00

Oh. My. God. Y'all. Thanksgiving is tomorrow!We were supposed to drive up to Oregon today to spend the holiday with mom, but she hasn't been feeling well and with the severe weather she wanted us to stay home, stay warm, stay safe, and come visit some other time. We made this decision Monday evening, which left me 2 whole days to plan a menu, shop, and prep. It's 7:00 on Turkey Eve and I haven't

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-84449284765027577802010-11-21T19:17:00.000-08:002010-11-21T19:22:49.406-08:00

I tried to blog at you while we were out of town last week. Really I did. But between DWTS hoopla (our friends have an addiction, and now I may have one too) and Scoob hogging the laptop because he was on a working vacation, I didn't do too well. Besides Scoob working Tuesday through Thursday, we still had a great time. The only real downside was the trip home, partly because we didn't want to

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-16985669513522028882010-11-10T13:14:00.000-08:002010-11-10T13:27:09.068-08:00

So hey, remember the shoes I said I was wearing the most? Yeah, so I'm about to swear off of them. Scoob has started painting his models again. (He calls them models; I call them figurines. Whatevah. I guess it just sounds more manly his way.) Actually we've done a bit of furniture rearranging so he has a designated space for this activity.  He used to do this in the summers out on the patio,

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-30474987252218310382010-11-09T19:43:00.000-08:002010-11-09T19:43:00.302-08:00

Growing up, the only way mom could get me to even consider eating cauliflower was when it was steamed to almost complete softness and then slathered in some kind of cheese substance. I've never tried to replicate this myself. Cauliflower was never one of those "must have" vegetables for me. Not like, say, green beans are. As I got older I found I liked cauliflower raw. But still, it's not

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-44361083987638387402010-11-08T19:30:00.000-08:002010-11-08T19:30:01.174-08:00

So I lied. Again. I seem to do that a lot with y'all. It seems the book that came across my desk last Friday was not the last one. I forgot we'd had a problem with the first set of printer proofs for Germany. Turns out the gal who sent the files to the printer sent the original uncorrected files by mistake, and somehow in the mix up, the corrected files were lost. So we had to redo that book

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-18479133972348367732010-11-07T14:32:00.000-08:002010-11-07T16:41:54.778-08:00

It’s wet, wet, wet today. Which is nice, you know, because it is November. But it is a big change from the two 80° days we had last week. Those were entirely unexpected, because, yeah, November! All my shorts and tank tops are packed away and the fans have been put back in the garage and I seriously debated getting everything out again. I did panic a bit when the cooler weather started to show.

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-39017649172854032010-11-06T12:14:00.000-07:002010-11-08T10:36:29.288-08:00

The end is finally in sight on this project at work. So what was originally only supposed to suck the life out of my September also engulfed October and is hanging around like that house guest that just. won't. leave. into November. Printer proofs for the big fall season book (1200+ pages) crossed my desk last night and now I just have the 2 winter books to get through. I sure hope they come in

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-37623888711165319522010-09-26T12:16:00.000-07:002010-09-26T12:24:28.427-07:00

Blast it! Okay, so I am actually reading one of those books I wrote about. Well, mostly reading. One of the books is done in last year's style and layout and I can't send it out to our freelancers because last year's style had no clear style so I can't give them a checklist of things they should look for. So yea, I get to do this one myself. Which all in all wouldn't be that terrible except I

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-8114883262145757522010-09-13T21:30:00.000-07:002010-09-13T21:30:09.069-07:00

Things have been pretty hectic around here for the last several weeks and I know I've been neglecting my blogging duties. Most of the time I'm feeling about as harried as the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland; constantly second guessing myself and certain that I'm forgetting something of the utmost importance. I've been working on print projects at work for the last couple of weeks and my

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-26287118412024871172010-08-19T08:14:00.000-07:002010-08-19T11:42:22.262-07:00

Dudes. Okay, I'm home again and back to work. And I'm ready to leave again. Except I can't, because I lost nearly all my underoos on this vacation! I swear I just bought 10 new pairs a few weeks before I left. I was gone for 10 days and packed 7 pairs knowing we'd do laundry somewhere along the way. I came home with 2 pairs. Dad did a load of laundry while we were at grandma's house in Idaho.

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-61534914334078801872010-08-04T21:02:00.000-07:002010-08-05T12:26:30.677-07:00

I had a nasty surprise the other morning. And living with Madame Barf-O-Matic, it was bound to happen. Inevitable, really. When I climb into bed at night, I usually leave my nightclothes beside the bed, and the first thing I do when I wake up is to put them back on. I don't think clearly on the best of mornings when I wake up, so imagine my confusion when I pulled on my shorts and discovered

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-4501001114170318942010-07-28T19:51:00.000-07:002010-07-30T13:19:02.638-07:00

I've been having a difficult time trying to carve out some time this week to write up the second recipe I tried over the weekend, but it's so worth the wait. I thought for sure Scoob would be beaned-out by now what with the 2 attempts at Green Bean Pesto Salad and this White Bean Salad, but he actually requested some of the leftovers with dinner last night. White Bean and Artichoke Salad White

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-42478056349820886182010-07-25T12:55:00.000-07:002010-07-30T18:49:41.637-07:00

Yum. And I do mean YUM! I made this twice this past week and I still want more. Then again, I may be biased seeing as how green beans are my all-time favorite veggie. But even Scoob, who has repeatedly declared he does not like pesto, has given this the Scoob Seal of Approval. I found I was able to make the pesto without busting out the food processor by using an immersion blender, which means

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-64605911906251623842010-07-23T09:17:00.000-07:002010-07-25T12:09:16.711-07:00

I spotted this sign while walking to my car after work:  It makes an odd sort of sense just as it is, I mean of course any vehicle is going to be at the vehicle owner's expense. But it seems like something's missing. My vote is for tickled. Unauthorized vehicles should be tickled at vehicle owners expense.

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-63815765333432161572010-07-21T12:28:00.000-07:002010-07-21T12:28:51.932-07:00

Thank you, everyone, for the prayers and general good vibes sent in our direction. I talked to dad again this morning and my uncle is doing pretty good. Dad said he was coherent and able to talk on the phone, but he got winded pretty fast. The doctors are now saying he does not have a punctured lung, which is a blessing. Dad said the doctors aren't planning on surgery but will instead tape up

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-22245268392807930802010-07-20T21:59:00.000-07:002010-07-25T13:39:36.612-07:00

Scoob treated me to dinner tonight and we decided to try a new sushi place near the grocery store since we needed to do the shopping too. The food was pretty good, and the prices just as reasonable as the sushi place we usually go to, but the atmosphere was just…odd. It felt like the guys behind the sushi bar were giving us the stink eye the whole time, well, at least until their friends came in.

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-18467179586417688182010-07-17T13:45:00.000-07:002010-07-17T13:48:10.801-07:00

I haven't been brown bagging it for work the last couple of days, which meant I had to leave the office and find food. I headed down the street to Pasta Shop both days and discovered some new things.I picked up a bottle of HOTLIPS Boysenberry Soda on a whim Thursday and forgot to take a picture of the bottle before I recycled it, so I just had to go back on Friday to get another bottle. Had to I

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-76159074611438884872010-07-10T12:48:00.000-07:002011-01-15T13:23:05.051-08:00

Mmmmmm. Mom made this dish when I was visiting back in June. My first reaction (before tasting it) was to take a quick inventory of her refrigerator to see what else I could subsist on for the next few days because I do not like Indian food. I did eat a small bowl of the marsala (because it would have been rude to refuse outright) and proceeded to have leftovers for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-87872870139650493182010-07-05T15:10:00.000-07:002010-07-25T13:06:51.513-07:00

I made this recipe a couple weeks ago with basil, and again when we got home from vacation with dill, and it was good both ways. Scoob has said this is his newest favorite dish, "Even better than macaroni salad." Which, for a Hawaiian, where nearly every meal is served with two scoops rice and macaroni salad, is saying a lot. Either that, or it's his subtle way of telling me to quit trying to

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-91148255271264525752010-07-04T17:15:00.000-07:002010-07-04T17:24:25.597-07:00

I kept commenting on the huge dandelion puffs while we were on vacation and realized Scoob had no idea what I was talking about. We've eaten dandelion several times but apparently the man has never seen one in bloom or going to seed. He'd never heard of using a dandelion (or buttercup, for that matter) to discover if someone liked butter. And he'd never used a dandelion puff to make a wish. Since

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-58070282850138853292010-06-30T21:22:00.000-07:002010-07-30T19:01:14.232-07:00

We did a lot of driving the last few days and it was well worth the time behind the wheel. Scoob and I usually get cranky with each other on trips, but not this time. And that was really nice. This marks the third trip (first road trip, and second trip involving family) together where we didn't get irritable. Does this mean we're finally hitting a groove? Anyhow, since we drive I-5 so regularly,

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-46039100390086269282010-06-29T22:28:00.000-07:002010-06-29T22:28:45.624-07:00

I know, I know. I didn't even tell you we were going anywhere. But Scoob's kinda funny about that, and really, it probably is better to be careful about broadcasting when you won't be home for an extended time. But anyhow we went up to Susanville, CA for a family reunion and then headed out on our own to explore the northeastern part of the state. More on that later. Right now I have make peace

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-48087004013119517172010-06-23T22:02:00.000-07:002010-07-17T11:34:58.356-07:00

Well, today just seemed so fortuitous that it has left me reeling a bit. I started the day by finding some money in an old man-purse Scoob had stashed away in a closet, which we ran across in our weekend packing spree. Granted, it was just loose change. But still, finding cash is always fortuitous. (I'm still stunned to discover that Scoob even had a man-purse. That, and it looks well-worn, too.)

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-18457980366594425192010-06-19T16:05:00.000-07:002010-06-21T11:33:54.397-07:00

The packing continues. Scoob went on an excursion today to Best Buy and Wal Mart to see if he could get the empty boxes they use for shipping DVDs. I'm still not clear on why we need these specific boxes, but I know he'll feel more comfortable about packing them if they're going into what he sees as an approved container. I've moved once before with the man and have lived with him for nearly 8

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-50730297990536485562010-06-18T01:23:00.000-07:002010-07-17T11:58:28.294-07:00

Well, when I read about Rep. Joe Barton's apology to BP this morning I was seriously pissed because it sure sounded like he was saying that he didn't want to live in a country where people and companies were held responsible for their actions, and all I could think was, "Well, go ahead and resign your post, buddy, and make sure your passport's up to date." I just knew I'd come home and rant

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-91978737247925609342010-06-12T19:11:00.001-07:002010-07-25T13:08:20.001-07:00

I made this recipe last weekend and loved it. The snap peas in the couscous were a sweet surprise when I bit into them. I'm pretty sure I'll keep this in rotation as the weather warms up since it doesn't require much in the way of cooking. I'm sure it would make a nice side for just about anything. Tomato and Snap Pea Couscous Salad Cooking time: 5 minutes Prep time: 10 minutes Ingredients 2

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-23743128095252747632010-06-11T00:20:00.000-07:002010-07-17T12:05:27.335-07:00

I know it's been awhile. Again. There just don't seem to be enough hours in the day. We're gearing ourselves up for another push on purging in preparation for our move to I-don't-know-where, which should happen right around I-don't-know-when. But we're definitely making progress. In baby steps.Last weekend I went through my shoes and boxed up 8 pairs to be given away. I've since run across 3 more

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-79892472654504436432010-05-31T11:53:00.000-07:002010-05-31T11:59:51.079-07:00

It's been a pretty quiet weekend at mom's. Right up until the fighter jets flew over just a moment ago. And now it's back to being quiet. Yesterday, mom and I (and the dog, Gracie) sat out on the patio and enjoyed the sunshine while we visited. No real plans. No to-do list that needed items ticked off. Just us hanging out and talking about whatever topic came up and admiring her flowers. Mom had

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-26579714485670981332010-05-26T23:50:00.000-07:002010-07-25T13:09:38.510-07:00

We went out to dinner last night with a dear friend and had lovely time catching up. We were supposed to have met up with her for dinner back in April, but then I learned I was going to the tech conference and we had to switch up plans. One of the things that amazes me most when we catch up with someone we haven't seen for a while is how much it feels like so much has happened and yet when we sit

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-72294858699449719832010-05-22T14:06:00.000-07:002010-06-11T01:33:37.829-07:00

I've been playing hide-n-seek with a migraine for the past 3 days and I'm nearing my wits' end. I had the onset aura of a migraine within 10 minutes of arriving at work Thursday morning. Within minutes I was having trouble seeing, so there was no way I could drive home. I took one of my migraine pills and found an empty office to crawl into for an hour or so and thought I'd successfully beat back

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-86158275524996443232010-05-20T08:28:00.000-07:002010-05-20T12:33:28.036-07:00

…Grandma Wayward is on the internets and mom will be showing her how to find my blog. And now I'll need to go through all my old posts and make sure there's nothing inappropriate in there. That'll leave like, what, eight posts? Maybe I should just do it like a Band-Aid and point out the most offensive and embarrassing things and get it over with. Really I don't think I have any offensive

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-50865685491659402392010-05-19T02:22:00.000-07:002010-07-30T19:34:46.643-07:00

Oy. So I spent the weekend working on a freelance project and it hurt. I've learned a couple more lessons about freelancing. I need to establish a rule that if you don't get your job to me when you say you're going to, don't expect me to be able to turn it around on time. And, if you're late sending me your job and still expect me to turn it around by the agreed time, expect to pay a rush fee.

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-40616879098249918562010-05-15T08:30:00.000-07:002010-05-15T08:30:01.489-07:00

So, at the beginning of April, a gal I graduated college with posted to her Facebook status that she desperately needed an editor and she was willing to pay. This gal and I haven’t remained close by any means, but we shared the same major and a lot of the same classes, and we co-chaired the annual pow wow together.I didn’t comment on her status right away and she was getting a lot of responses

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-63394011461966393062010-05-12T08:30:00.000-07:002010-05-12T13:33:07.625-07:00

I know I’ve blogged about my day job on the website at work before but I haven’t really gotten into it here. Our website is driven by an open source (read as free) content management system called drupal. The developers we’ve hired for the site do all the heavy lifting; researching what tools are available, adjusting and writing and testing code for those tools so that they do what we need them

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-86611199144674509632010-05-11T08:05:00.000-07:002010-05-12T13:28:55.872-07:00

Sorry, folks. I lied. No hummingbird pictures today. It was raining off and on yesterday during the day. And when it wasn’t raining, the wind was whipping the branches around and I couldn’t get a good picture. The nest was empty besides.What I did notice, though, is that one side of the nest seems to be split or broken. So they may be done with the nest after all.But I do have a picture of

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-11874269263954120162010-05-10T08:05:00.000-07:002010-05-10T18:43:58.820-07:00

I hope all you moms and moms-to-be had a great day yesterday. I spent a few hours on the phone with my moms yesterday, and it was good. I don’t talk with my step-mom as frequently as I do with my mom, and it was nice to catch up with her.On the other hand, I call my mom nearly every week, usually on Mondays as I’m driving home from work. Though I’m thinking we may need to adjust our schedule

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-50649761512956003552010-05-09T00:12:00.000-07:002010-07-25T13:10:13.467-07:00

In an effort to eat less red meat (and more fish), I tried cooking halibut. I've always been intimidated by fish in the kitchen for some reason, and rarely attempt to cook it. Okay, that just conjured up an image of a massive menacing mackerel with a mallet staring me down in front of the stove. (How's that for some alliteration!) I'm not being bullied, I'm really just worried that I'll really

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-73384650680246020392010-05-06T23:34:00.000-07:002010-05-07T00:12:16.821-07:00

Wow, so it’s been a whole month since I last posted. More than a whole month as someone (*cough*mom*cough*) keeps reminding me. I’m not really sure what happened except that every time I thought about sitting down to write I kept coming up with something else I would rather do. Or needed to do. Or rather thought I needed to do. Oh well. I’z here now.Actually, I’ve realized that ever since Scoob

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-44783538673029799282010-03-28T12:34:00.000-07:002010-03-28T13:40:06.673-07:00

There's really not much interesting going on in Wayward land, y'all. Let's see, so the last time I wrote I was cooking corned beef for St. Patrick's Day. I did not end up making Ruben sandwiches with the leftovers. Instead I made a corned beef hash-like yummy thing. I love corned beef hash. Fresh or canned—I really don't care.I made it a bit differently than I've had at restaurants. I diced up

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-73511844203412078782010-03-17T10:55:00.000-07:002010-03-17T15:00:18.148-07:00

Aside from the creepy guy talking to me at the jewelry counter in my dream just before the alarm went off this morning, it's been a pretty good day so far. I drank my Silk Light Chocolate Soy Milk with breakfast—this is one of my newest favorite things. I don't like the taste of regular milk, not to mention that my body just doesn't cope well with milk, but this I can handle. And it has the same

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-16165446670819050612010-03-15T13:17:00.000-07:002010-07-25T13:11:01.448-07:00

I liked this when I made it for dinner last night, but discovered I liked it even more for lunch the next day. Chicken and Parsley Couscous—you know you want some Side note: Pictures from the iPhone aren't half bad, are they? Chicken and Parsley Couscous Ingredients 1 cups couscous, cooked by package directions1 cup diced bell pepper (yellow is what I had in the fridge)2 portobelinni

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-25116924637072870882010-03-14T16:17:00.000-07:002010-03-15T10:35:50.578-07:00

So if yesterday was fun day then today is chore day. In the ongoing effort to tidy up the house and discard things we don't want to take with us when we move, both of us are tackling a couple of our problem areas today. Scoob is back in the garage shredding papers. (I still have no idea where all the papers came from or were stored, but he's dealing with it.)So far I've tackled my ever-growing

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-64421934184443088612010-03-13T22:05:00.000-08:002010-03-29T13:01:58.777-07:00

Can I just say I am sick of this March comes in like a lion stuff and am soooo ready for the lamb. So when today dawned sunny and clear with warm temperatures projected for the afternoon, Scoob and I hopped the first BART train out of town and headed to San Francisco. Okay, okay, so I wasn't up at dawn, but other than that, that's exactly how this day started.We went to the Ferry Building and in

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-52741401891576456382010-03-02T22:55:00.000-08:002010-03-02T23:58:28.853-08:00

Whew, thank heavens I can say whew again. I went to the dentist tonight after work to replace a filling. I was supposed to go yesterday, but I had called in sick to work and completely forgot about the appointment, so we rescheduled for today. I didn't really call in sick yesterday. It's more like I called in with a massive headache and complete lack of sleep because someone went for a bike ride

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-36256516682479385082010-02-28T13:38:00.000-08:002010-02-28T14:08:22.655-08:00

Our local library keeps some pretty strange hours:Sunday: Closed Monday: 1 p.m. - 9 p.m. Tuesday: 1 p.m. - 9 p.m. Wednesday: 11 a.m. - 9 p.m. Thursday: 11 a.m. - 6 p.m. Friday: 11 a.m. - 6 p.m.

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-85434977006213475742010-02-25T08:57:00.000-08:002010-02-25T09:11:59.983-08:00

So I tried a new hair stylist on my way home from work last night. I'd actually been to her once before about 3 years ago and remembered that she had done a good job then. So I didn't really have anything in mind when I made the appointment other than I desperately needed a haircut (it's been about 9 months since the last cut). So we talked about what I was looking for and I told her I was

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-91449929886186748662010-02-23T20:30:00.000-08:002010-02-24T12:29:18.707-08:00

So the weather forecast for last weekend was one day of sun and one day of rain. Scoob and I thought we would go for a walk at Coyote Hills Parks near our house, but the sunny day never came. And we never left the house. I do want to get out and take some pictures while the cherry and plum trees are still blooming and the fields are filled with mustard.Our sun finally arrived on Monday but of

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-92152142610450057062010-02-14T18:11:00.000-08:002010-02-14T18:56:00.080-08:00

It's Valentine's here at the Wayward house and I stayed up late last night getting Scoob's surprise ready. And I do mean late. Scoob didn't go to bed until 2 am (next year I need to remember to slip him a benedryl). It's not like it was a huge production but still, starting at 2 am is not good.I had checked Scoob's wish list to see what he wanted and all he had marked were more movies and video

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-17185969536852153842010-02-13T22:46:00.000-08:002010-02-13T23:10:33.869-08:00

So Scoob was puttering away in the garage last weekend and when I went down to see how he was doing, I noticed another box of books at the bottom of a stack of boxes. He said he'd dig it out so I could go through it later.Turns out there were three more boxes of books down there. Three! Plus the two I'd already pulled up from the garage. Plus all the books out on shelves. I had no idea I had

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-48185511258081579172010-01-31T13:23:00.000-08:002010-07-17T13:19:24.862-07:00

No, I'm not talking about the barking spiders from the other day. I finally got all the books I want to get rid of listed on Amazon last night.For those that don't know, I majored in Native American Studies and minored in Political Science and I've found that several of these books have a decent resale value. As I was flipping through the pages so I could accurately describe the condition of the

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-14908135147691361862010-01-27T20:17:00.000-08:002010-07-17T13:22:12.484-07:00

Oh, Dudes. I hate today. But I think the worst thing about today is that I get to relive it every blessed 28 days or so. Oh, the details of the day may be different—it might rain, I may have meetings at work, one (or both) of the cats may puke and leave it for me to clean up—but believe me, it's the same damn day every time.All I really care about is keeping Midol in my system and figuring out

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-66452641602531936872010-01-23T13:08:00.000-08:002010-01-23T14:42:17.980-08:00

After a week of nothing but storms, it sure is good to see the sun again today. Scoob is out on the back patio sunning himself as he reads. Never mind that it's only about 52° out there, he's in his shorts and a tank top and will probably drift off for a nap just like that.With the bad weather there is always the bad driving, so commuting has been… fun… this past week, and very time consuming.

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-29368459356916140872010-01-18T20:51:00.000-08:002010-07-25T13:11:50.156-07:00

So the plan was to cook Cornish rock game hens for dinner tonight, and they seemed to be thawing fine when we left to run errands. But after we got home from Home Depot (for home tinkering stuff, furnace air filter, light bulbs for the bathroom light fixtures, and a replacement gasket thingy for the shower door), the post office (I started putting a bunch of books up for sale at Amazon last night

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-81345443203482618382010-01-16T19:41:00.000-08:002010-01-16T19:48:40.756-08:00

We just lost 2,600 lbs and you can too… by selling your 1997 Acura Integra. I'm still all agog that he actually, finally did it. We took the car to CarMax in Modesto, CA (instead of the Sacramento location), signed in, waited about 10 minutes for a rep to see us. He talked us through the process and took us on a facility tour, about 20 minutes, and by the time we were back at his desk the

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-39571769895960213882010-01-16T10:31:00.000-08:002010-01-23T14:17:10.473-08:00

I've been meaning to write, even put it on my To Do list in my brand spankin' new Franklin Covey planner. I'll admit I procrastinated on Tuesday and Wednesday and then Thursday and Friday sort of got away from me. But I'm here now. And so I don't run on, and on, and on, I'm going to try and just hit the main points.So yeah, I finally got my new Franklin Covey planner on Monday, well after the

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-70269342614416278252010-01-11T10:15:00.000-08:002010-01-11T10:43:26.342-08:00

And it's a darned good thing we didn't sell the car this weekend because mine wouldn't start when I tried to leave for work this morning. So I'm working from home today while I try to figure out what's wrong and make arrangements to get it fixed. My guess is the battery is dead dead dead.There's no clicky noise when I try to start the car, so that makes me think the ignition switch could be a

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-19220094108617038112010-01-10T15:20:00.000-08:002010-01-10T18:37:07.520-08:00

Well, we almost made it to Sacramento this weekend to sell Scoob's car. Almost, except that we never left the house. And it's mostly my fault. Okay not mostly—it's all my fault. First I chose to sleep in. Then I dragged my ass getting ready. But what really did it was the fact that neither of us had given any thought to what else we wanted to do as long as we were making the trip.It's a 3 hour

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-46160183621680208472010-01-06T08:42:00.000-08:002010-01-06T08:42:00.369-08:00

I've discovered that I really like taking pictures. I smile a lot when I'm taking pictures. I'm a grinnin' fool, I tell you. Scoob laughs at me, but he likes to see me smile like that. I caught my reflection the other day while taking photos and I looked so happy. All the way happy deep into my eyes and I thought, "I know that girl. She has a woman's face with lines around the eyes and mouth, but

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-16891866468208408902010-01-05T22:02:00.000-08:002010-01-06T00:28:14.785-08:00

Or all 3 of them. I'm not sure why that line from Romeo and Juliet came to mind but it did. And I shared. Aren't you happy?We've been having computer problems again. It all started in December when the graphics card in Scoob's gaming computer started acting up. The folks at Falcon NW are great and have been taking care of him. Then there was the disc shattering experience with my Dell. Then Scoob

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-22530399877609889832010-01-04T08:31:00.001-08:002010-01-04T08:38:23.838-08:00

Oh. My. God. This remix of the Slap Chop commercial came on tv last night and I was stunned. Like a deer in the headlights I was. That is until I started laughing uncontrollably, but even then I couldn't tear my eyes away. As if the original commercial weren't bad enough ("you're gonna love my nuts").Ok, off to physical therapy and then work. I've had a solid 2 weeks off work and I wonder if I

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-20207057418775977192010-01-01T18:45:00.000-08:002010-01-01T19:27:24.607-08:00

So we did some running about today. See, I haven't done any grocery shopping since we got home and I think I've raided the pantry all I can so we went out for a Chinese lunch. There wasn't much in the way of Chinese restaurants while we were in NC—Thai and Japanese, but not much in the way of Chinese. Then we did the grocery shopping, which means I get to start cooking again. Yea me. But it also

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-57594266041076278202009-12-31T15:19:00.000-08:002009-12-31T17:09:14.386-08:00

Well technically we got home Tuesday evening, but other than going to the post office yesterday to ship Christmas presents (yes, I do realize it's now after Christmas) the day was lost to jet lag. The cats were attention starved after 8 days alone, so a lot of the day was spent cuddling with them. They left surprising little in the way of messes to clean. Either that or I just haven't been

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-85377918237526515262009-12-18T18:12:00.000-08:002010-07-25T13:14:08.503-07:00

I know I said I would get the recipe for the spiced nuts up yesterday but people, yesterday was a madhouse. The evening commute took over an hour last night and I had to stop at Target on the way home for kitty litter. WHAT was I thinking? I was seriously tempted to start swing that 25 lb. box of litter. And I (successfully, thank god) battled the urge to grab this one guy's keys and park his

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-87267856055337510862009-12-16T22:36:00.000-08:002010-07-25T13:15:43.508-07:00

So we had the bake sale at work yesterday and we raised about $425 for the Alameda County Community Food Bank. Yay! Here's the thing that gets me about these bake sales—we're selling all this stuff to ourselves. Add to that all the treats being sent in by authors, agents, and even our website server host and I'm doomed. Like I seriously need any help padding my hips and arse. And if the other

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-55966260308728011982009-12-14T21:45:00.000-08:002010-07-25T13:17:03.458-07:00

So I'm finally getting around to posting the recipe for the second side dish we had for Thanksgiving dinner. I've tried it a second time, and we still ended up throwing some out even after I cut the recipe down. I first had something like this at a catered lunch in the office and went hunting for the recipe and found a good base to start with over at Rachel Ray. Anyhow, my home version wasn't as

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-17921764768882560822009-12-13T11:27:00.000-08:002009-12-17T01:21:12.909-08:00

Well December just keeps rollin' along and I feel like I've been incredibly busy. (That and I think it should still be April or something.) The office is doing the food drive thing again with the Alameda County Community Food Bank. We're currently doing the run-of-the-mill food drive with barrels and everything, a virtual money raising drive, having a bake sale on Tuesday to also raise money,

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-24556664483492246222009-12-03T20:14:00.000-08:002010-07-25T13:17:52.588-07:00

As promised, here is one of the side dish recipes from our Thanksgiving dinner. It's a super simple sweet treat. I even skipped the last step, partly because I forgot I'd even bought the limes and partly because I didn't have much olive oil to drain off. Cinnamon Roasted Sweet Potatoes Cooking time: 30 minutes Prep time: 10 minutes Ingredients ¼ cup olive oil2 lbs sweet potatoes, peeled and

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-87748855952898050252009-12-01T20:28:00.000-08:002010-07-04T16:18:27.129-07:00

Holy reindeer, it's December! Finally, all that holiday music I loaded on my iPod in July feels appropriate.That's Harry Connick, Jr. in case you're wondering.My physical therapy appointment was later in the day than usual yesterday, so I was able to work from home (yay!). I love working from home because I get to take care of little things around the house and run quick errands that I otherwise

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-43511610929237427142009-11-29T15:52:00.000-08:002009-11-29T17:02:31.340-08:00

A few weeks ago I checked out several books at the library. I read the first two very quickly, Chris Grabenstein's Hell for the Holidays—an entertainingly fast-paced mystery thriller, though a little dark—and another Nora Roberts (Angel's Fall this time). Then I started on Stewart O'Nan's Songs for the Missing. That was nearly two weeks ago.The story takes place in a small Ohio town and revolves

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-70574508867642810872009-11-28T16:53:00.000-08:002009-11-28T18:54:00.301-08:00

Well, we still have plenty of turkey left, so we're not technically post-turkey just yet, but since the carcass isn't taking up space in the fridge any more (it's simmering in the stock pot right now) it feels post-turkey.I'm pretty sure I over cooked the turkey and it was a bit dry. It's a good thing I actually like dry turkey and I certainly didn't hear any complaints from Scoob aka the One-Man

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-13398001526801316462009-11-26T12:40:00.000-08:002009-11-26T14:22:11.115-08:00

It's noon and the bird is in the oven, all the prep is done for the side dishes, and aside from the neighbor who insists in working his wet saw today (and every single blessed day for the last two weeks) everything is just about as perfect as it can be. Maybe not Hollywood perfect or June Cleaver perfect or Martha perfect—I almost included Stewart, but I guess she's a is a one-name celebrity

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-71201051179211361092009-11-24T17:28:00.000-08:002009-11-24T17:37:29.507-08:00

We’re staying home for Thanksgiving this year instead of making our usual trip to Mom’s house in Oregon. The upside—I won’t have to drive 14+ hours in holiday weekend traffic. The downside—I get to cook Thanksgiving dinner (and I don’t get to see mom, of course, though she’s perfectly welcome to come join us).So for the past few weeks I’ve been harassing asking Scoob what he would like on the

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-24227718435199782922009-11-22T13:17:00.001-08:002009-11-22T19:20:03.627-08:00

We ran out to Target yesterday for kitty litter and a few other household staples and I was amazed at how packed it was—apparently the shopping crush has already started. It was just a little insane, and it's only going to get worse until January. So, for me that means I either need to get my rear in gear and get the holiday shopping done, pronto, or I need to do it all online. Me, I'm leaning

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-85128468334241107852009-11-18T08:35:00.000-08:002009-11-18T08:35:00.502-08:00

So I began stressing about Christmas about this time last year, and I swore I would get a jump on Christmas for this year, but of course I didn't. I had wanted to do more DIY Christmas stuff for this year, but I didn't. We're not spending Christmas with my family this year, and I'm okay with that, but it does mean I need to get ahead of the game so I can mail gifts in time for Christmas.I know

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-6660670369837663972009-11-15T13:51:00.000-08:002009-11-15T14:53:13.571-08:00

Yesterday was a good day for cleaning house. Scoob, being the dear that he is, grabbed the vacuum cleaner and went at it. I know I've mentioned this before, but I hate to vacuum. So when Scoob started it (without being asked I might add, and he did the whole house. He's almost never done that before) I jumped up and started doing a bunch of other little cleaning chores—picking things up off the

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-49245936463237050842009-11-14T12:16:00.000-08:002009-11-14T13:48:47.436-08:00

It's been a frickin' long week here and last weekend's events have been weighing on me heavily for most of it. I apologized, and that's good, but it doesn't make it okay and I've been struggling most of this past week because I've been dwelling on it almost every idle moment. I don't want to ignore it, because something is clearly wrong or out of whack for me to behave like that, but I also don't

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-67664885154735531612009-11-09T20:22:00.001-08:002009-11-09T23:29:33.318-08:00

So I was wrong on Saturday when I said I wasn't terribly upset about being rude to my neighbor. I was extremely upset at the way I conducted myself. I went over to the neighbor's unit this evening after work and apologized for my behavior on Saturday. In person and with a card. The card was my back-up in case I didn't catch them at home. He apologized as well, which wasn't what I was going for

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-39416003190239788822009-11-07T17:34:00.000-08:002009-11-07T18:18:09.236-08:00

I had a not-so-nice moment today, and I'm feeling terrible about it.One of the things I hate most about where we live is that the buildings are set so close together along the street that it actually amplifies sound and the insulation in the walls and the windows do nothing to dampen any noise coming from the street. We have a couple sets of neighbors who allow their children to play in the

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-26637460292912697442009-10-30T08:21:00.000-07:002009-11-01T11:13:32.590-08:00

The trees in Chicago still had a lot of fall color even though our visit was a little late in the season for the peak color. I told Scoob I thought another nickname for the city could be the Golden City because so many of the trees had a golden color. Though we did find a handful of red maples in Millennium Park.The leaves on these trees in Grant Park look much more green-yellowthan they were in

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-18496490072592600962009-10-29T08:44:00.001-07:002009-10-29T20:41:07.943-07:00

I think I mentioned it was raining the first couple days we were in Chicago and the cloud cover made for some pretty and dramatic pictures.The Chicago Tribune Tower.Willis Tower (Sears Tower) lost in the clouds.Tower on the Wrigley Building.The Chicago Riverfront at night.Totally bummed that this shot ended up being blurry, but it's the best one of the 8 I took.Looking down Chicago’s Columbus

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-28799359455260406582009-10-27T15:32:00.000-07:002009-10-27T16:18:03.617-07:00

Even though we had a great time in Chicago, and aside from the pile of laundry staring at me from the suitcase, it feels good to be home. Chicago has had almost double it's annual average October rainfall this year (Sog-tober as the news casters were calling it), and we got to experience some of that first-hand. But the weather cleared up on Saturday, and Sunday was simply gorgeous.Here are a few

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-58641367898499521042009-10-18T10:20:00.000-07:002009-10-18T17:40:09.039-07:00

The last few days have just seemed crazy. The muscles in my upper back (and now my right shoulder, too) seem to waffle between the extremes of being in full spasm or feeling better. There are days that are nearly pain-free; then there are days that I can hardly move without tears springing to my eyes—this past Wednesday was one of the latter. Friday was my last physical therapy appointment from

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-19727283679230903142009-10-13T20:34:00.000-07:002009-10-13T20:40:04.479-07:00

Most of the time I don't even give earthquakes a second thought, but I don't think I'll ever get used to them. We just had a 3.8, respectable, but not a big one. But our house is built on filled land, which shakes like Jell-O in a quake, and it was close enough to the house that we really felt it.

Waywardnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4421213424358252218.post-39238732654984257262009-10-13T11:02:00.000-07:002010-07-25T13:18:49.217-07:00

We've been trying to work more meatless meals into rotation at the Wayward house and we've had this a few times now. I keep tweaking the recipe, but I think this is pretty close to our final keeper version. Tofu with Peanut Ginger Sauce Cooking time: 20 minutes Prep time: 15 minutes Ingredients 5 Tbsps. water4 Tbsps. smooth, natural peanut butter1½ Tbsps. rice vinegar2 tsps. reduced-sodium soy

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So, while I thought I had my new computer fully set up, it turns out I had neglected one small, yet very important (at least to me) part—I never fully integrated my iTunes from the laptop to this computer. So I did that today and, really, it only took about 10 minutes to download iTunes and sync it to my iPod thereby transferring my entire library. Done! Now I wonder why in the heck I'd been

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Today we went to a farm out in Livermore with our neighbors to check out their corn maze and pumpkin patch. I didn't realize it. but the farm next to our house also has a corn maze. If I'd known that we wouldn't have trekked out to Livermore. But it still made for good low-key fun.It was a beautiful sunny day, and quite warm out in Livermore and I was wishing we'd brought a bottle of water into

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Last night I learned that the daughter of one of my high school classmates has been missing since Wednesday (10/7). I'm still in shock at the news and can only begin to imagine what my friend and her family must be going through.Rachel was last seen in the Lake Oswego, OR area. If you happen to be in the Portland area, please keep your eyes open and help find Rachel.***UPDATE: Rachel has called

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