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She Who Should Be Spanked

(much more often than she is)

6/14/06 11:04 am - well...

I just talked to our brand spankin new in-office recruiter and I'm a little less upset.

He is the first person I've met in our office who is *very* San Francisco (well, outside of the programming team). The only other person in our office to have a tongue piercing and he's very queer.

Yay!

6/14/06 09:29 am - omfg

My best assistant pulled me aside this morning to tell me she wants to move to another department.

Fuck.

5/31/06 06:43 pm - Food Pr0n, version 1.05

What do you do when you have mascarpone left and neversremedy insists on tormenting you with ideas of double cream in pasta?

You improvise with a base recipe from Epicurious, natch.

3/4 pound pasta shells
3 tablespoons unsalted butter
1 tablespoon olive oil
4 cloves garlic
1/3 cu fine dry bread crumbs (from Kimberly bread)
3 teaspoons dried rosemary
1/3 cu pine nuts
2/3 cup mascarpone cheese
1/2 cup freshly grated parmesan (about 1 1/2 ounces)
3 - 4 tablespoons half and half
S&p to taste

Fill a 4-quart kettle three fourths full with salted water, add a dash of olive oil, and bring to a boil for pasta. Cook pasta in boiling water until al dente and drain in a colander.

While pasta is cooking, in a non-stick skillet heat butter over moderate heat. Add garlic and sautee for about two minutes. Add bread crumbs, rosemary, and salt and pepper to taste. Cook bread crumb mixture, stirring, until golden brown, about 2 minutes. Add pine nuts and cook until roasted, another couple minutes longer. In a large bowl stir together mascarpone and parmesan. Add a couple tablespoons half and half, mixing until creamy. Add pasta, tossing to combine. Add bread crumb mixture to pasta, tossing until distributed evenly.

EAT!


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5/31/06 05:17 pm - an artist to share

many images NSFW

http://www.erwinolaf.com/

5/31/06 01:50 pm - the sweet with the sour

....and to balance out the acerbity of the gentleman (I use the term loosely, you understand) from this morning, there is the co-worker in Atlanta who calls me her "sweet angel" no matter what fucked up problem I'm calling about.

*warm fuzzy smiles*

5/31/06 10:01 am - omfg

If there's one thing I hate, it's to be yelled at on the phone for something that's not my fault - and not even my department.

For fucking half an hour.

Ugh.

5/30/06 04:28 pm

I am obsessing about cream-of fresh vegetable soup.

However, as usual, there is no such animal in my fridge. (The fresh vegetable animal, that is.)

5/30/06 10:25 am - qotd

Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.

- Phyllis Diller

5/29/06 10:19 pm - today I...

Made lots of wholesome nummy food, some of which I can take to work tomorrow for lunch.

Had half a pot of coffee.

Did a couple sinkfuls of dishes.

Ate some nummy wholesome food (see above).

Found a needlepoint project I started some time ago (think a couple years), and did some work on it.

Watched the Law & Order CI marathon on USA while doing all of the above.

Called my friend L who just got back from NY a couple days ago. She is doing better than any other time I've spoken to her in the past couple years. That made my heart glad.

Called Miss V, but she wasn't home. Left her two messages.

Called gentleman_c, who was also sounding delightfully well.

It brings me inner peace when the people I love are happy and lighthearted.

Had a chat with my Mom via IM. She doesn't know how my bro is doing, but he's apparently not doing worse, because she hasn't heard anything.

Watched videos of Kimberly's foster kitty babies. Always over the top cute.

Now, I get ready for bed. Marmie waited for me to get off of the couch and then ran to claim my warm spot. Pretty baby.

I talk to him sometimes throughout the day, as if he were a real child. I get up from whatever I'm doing and go over to pet him. It keeps me from getting too lonely.



Tomorrow, I am facing a fuck of a lot of work. I will deal. It's all good.

Nighty night, my darlings. I like it that you all keep me company, even when it's passive.


(Needlework is an amusing pastime that lets me ignore the fact that I'm not writing. But I recognize this and accept it for what it is. Doing needlework with the TV going in the background lets me zone out even while I'm concentrating and accomplishing. The best of all possible worlds. I used to distract myself with sex as much as I now distract myself with other things. One day I will sit down, settle in, and just start writing. That day is getting closer and I am more and more losing - loosing - my fear of it.)

5/29/06 11:05 am

I have garbanzo beans started on the stove. (My Mamma's method for any dried legume, if you don't want to take the time to soak them overnight, is to bring them to a boil, simmer for 45 min., let rest for 3 or 4 hours and then boil for a couple hours until they're soft.)

I am thinking of making Kimberly bread.

My kitchen is clean. I may start a new cross stitch project or do some more work on one of my old ones.

The weather is fabulous.

It's sunny, but there's enough wind to keep it cool.

LOVE it.

5/28/06 12:00 pm

Well, I've been up since 8am.

Unheard of for me, I know, on the weekend.

But I woke up then and I wanted to keep working on the cross stitch project I was working on unravelling before I went to bed. So I got up.

Now I'm going to the movies. I'm going to see Art School Confidential at the Embarcadero and have real butter on my popcorn.

Yay for holiday weekends.

I still have tomorrow too.

Priceless.

5/27/06 02:03 pm - notes

X3 fucking sucked. Way big time.

#1 rule of thumb in Gira's playbook?


Action movies don't have to have dialog.


#2 rule of thumb in Gira's playbook?

If action movie has dialog, dialog must be snappy and contribute to the plot


Famke was wasted in this movie. Along with several other stars.

Ho-hum, the world is ending and no one can be bothered to make us rehearse our lines before shooting.

There was one good scene, and one that was fair to middling.

I'll let you figure out which ones so I don't spoil the movie for anyone else.

X2 was much much better.



I love gentleman_c. Just sayin. He let me cook some of Mom's potatoes and eggs for him this morning... after fucking me twice. Then he has stuff to do, he leaves to go home. No fuss, no muss, happy all around. lol.

The sun is shining. Marmie is snoozing on the bed and I may go join him. I woke early, 8 ish. I even got up and showered (which was then, of course, rendered futile by the steamy hot fucking, but I'm certainly not complaining about THAT).


Oh, and I don't know what it is, but Marmie smells good. He's always washing himself and he smells warm and furry with a hint of sweet. I love burying my nose in his fur.

5/26/06 03:29 pm

mewls

I am boooored.

Wanna go for my date now. :-P

5/26/06 12:11 pm - What. The. Fuck???

It's not very often I am engraged to the point of being almost speechless.

Judge gives a sex offender 10 years of probation instead of 10 years in prison because he's TOO SHORT?!?!?!???

wtf?

He abused a 12 year old girl. He should be shot. He should have his gentials removed. At the very least, he should go to prison.

Probation?!?

WTF was the judge thinking?

5/26/06 08:04 am - OMG

This rather chilly SF morning just got much WARMER. No hot water. None. Nada. And I had to have a shower this morning.

Needless to say, I didn't take time to shave my legs. That has to be the shortest shower for me in recent memory.

If I die of pneumonia, you know why.

BRR!

5/26/06 07:21 am - Friday's tell me

We have all experimented (or those of us who are into experimentation probably have) with sticking foreign objects in "places they don't belong".

Courtesy of an idea sparked by miriams_well, today's tell me (which as always can be anonymous and no, not even Gira will ever know who you are unless you tell me) is:

Tell me which foreign objects you've used for insertion. (Sorry, dildoes and vibrators don't count for purposes of this exercise, solely because they're so common - and also because usually, they bore me.)

Happy Friday before a long weekend, peeps!

(Oh, and please do feel free to gank away. Then I can post my answers have EVEN MORE fun!)

grins


ETA: ...and no need to tell which orifice was used unless you feel so inclined.
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5/25/06 05:49 pm - hold me close, whisper sweet nothings in my ear

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

I went down to the basement to retrieve my (someone else washed, someone else folded, cost me $24) laundry. Which I was excited about, frankly. Clean clothes without all that fucking work.

Only, on my way down, a rather scruffy looking character is sitting on the back stairs leading down to the basement between the 2nd and 1st floor (I'm on the 3rd). He has crutches sitting beside him and two empty beer cans. I was REALLY startled. I've never encountered anyone on those stairs, let alone someone who could easily have been sitting in the park panhandling.

Plus I just got this bad vibe from him. So I politely say excuse me and pass him, while he mumbles something about being locked out of his apartment.

I retrieve my laundry.

I think, quickly, as usual.

I take the main elevator back to the 1st floor. I go to knock on the manager's door to tell him there's this weird guy sitting in the stairway.

and.

Right. Fucking. There. In. Front. of. Me. stands the man. Like he knew I was going to go get David, the manager. And he lightly knocks on the door as if to say:

"No, you can't get help, I know what you're up to!"

What he does say, with a smile, is "Hi."

I stammered back a "hi", not a "fuck you", like I would've liked.

I went back (with my heavy laundry bag) to the elevator.

I came upstairs, shaking, afraid that he would follow me.

I nearly ran back to my apartment from the elevator, checking over my shoulder to make sure he wasn't following me. I slammed the door. I threw the main deadbolt. I tried to hook the chain - which I've never used since I moved in, mind - and it is sticky and doesn't want to go down. I lock the bottom lock. I finally coax the chain to work.

I do what any person in their right mind does, I call gentleman_c to make sure it wouldn't be overreacting to call the manager.

He tries to soothe me and assures me I should call the manager.

So I do. And. I. Get. Fucking. Voicemail. Because it's after 5.

And for the first time in my life, I wish I had a big dog. Because what if this guy knows where I live?

David leaves his cell phone number in the voicemail message for emergencies. So I call. And he picks up. And I must've sounded as spooked as I felt because I said, "Hi, David? This is Marmalade's Mom from 311."

And he said, "Yes, [Gira's legal name], how can I help you?"

And I told him there was a guy on the stairs who said he was locked out.

He asked if he had crutches and I said yes. He asked again, "White guy, with crutches?"

Yes.

It was his apartment-next-door neighbor.

I thanked him, I got off the phone. I called gentleman_c back and told him who it was. I cried. I burst into tears.

I have not been so scared since I don't remember when.

Granted it's a thick door. Granted there are three locks. Granted, it's the only entrance into my apartment.

But Christ I wish I had a gun.

I don't spook easily or often. But that spooked me.


Okay, going to look at kitten pics now to calm down.

Fucking A.

5/25/06 11:52 am - state of da Gira kittie =^..^=

I keep meaning to post and then only getting to "journal - update" and feeling like a fool, so I don't. I write "tell me"s and post links to other things and don't write.

Well, it's time.

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5/25/06 10:17 am - pimpin

My clothes from Elisabeth arrived yesterday. Today I'm wearing them for the first time. Sadly, they don't have a retail store west of Texas (although it looks like they'll be opening one in Santa Clara and at other locations in the fall), so you do have to resort to ordering online.

HOWEVER, I have found that their size charts are fairly accurate.

Everything that I ordered fit. Everything.

I love the feel of the fabrics. The shell I bought (mine has a round neckline rather than square, and was cheaper) is fabulously soft and indulgent with 70% silk.

The Audra ankle pants (yes, in a very different print of pink and white daisies on a brown background) FIT. Well. They are cotton with I think 2% lycra, or something like that and very soft as well.

I ordered from them through Amazon because Mom got me a gift card for my birthday. They charged a set rate for shipping and used FedEx. It took a week from the day I ordered for my clothes to come.



All of which is lovely, but has little to do with how I *feel*.

I realized something as I was shopping at Macy's yesterday.

I am not afraid of being fat because I am afraid that no one else will find me attractive. People have and do find me attractive no matter what my weight.

I am afraid that I won't be able to find clothes I like. I am afraid that I will always end up looking dowdy.

So finding resources to help calm that fear have helped me love myself a little more. Accept myself, a little more.

I have decided I can and will love my body where it's at. My foot is still not well enough for me to go to the gym. I've known all along I'm not going to stop eating the food I love.

It's fine. It's going to be okay. I will continue to find cute clothes and I will continue to look good. Life moves on.

This is my practice.



eta: What I forgot to add was that Elisabeth carries plus size clothes in PETITE.

So they're all the right length, as well. This is invaluable.

5/24/06 02:18 pm - fucking ecstasy

Oh YEAH.

My new guy just came looking for more work.

One ecstatic Gira.

5/24/06 08:53 am - qotd

You can only be young once. But you can always be immature.

- Dave Barry
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5/23/06 09:45 pm

purr purr purr mewl purr pur

mewl

PURR


AVA.

5/23/06 09:21 pm

How the FUCK did I not connect that Famke Janssen (a.k.a. Ava Moore from nip/tuck) is in X3???

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PURR

mewl purr mewl mewl purr mewl

5/23/06 06:32 pm - paging i_breathe

The book arrived today. Thank you so much. :)

Virginia Woolf has been on my too-read list for far too long.

5/23/06 10:24 am - qotd

The fact that man knows right from wrong proves his intellectual superiority to other creatures; but the fact that he can do wrong proves his moral inferiority to any creature that cannot.

- Mark Twain
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