30 June 2005

how many things can you name with blueberries in them?

So many blueberries...

The plan was to make a couple really good baked goods from the berries collected over the weekend and then freeze the rest. This plan was complicated by WM's odd work hours and my difficult living situation. After everything was said and done, baking did not begin until AFTER 9:30pm. But, yum, blueberries are worth the wait. Two hours of industrious baking resulted in eightteen blueberry muffins and one large blueberry cobbler-thingy (not sure what the appropriate name would be since we adapted a apple crumble recipe). Probably not the most impressive spread, but WM and I were beaming with pride, albiet stained a tad blue.

27 June 2005


Bluberries are possibly the best fruit ever! This is no exaggeration, I have scientific studies to prove it.....with bar graphs and pie charts and everything. Some of my most elaborate childhood memories include the wonderful, bulbous blueberry. I remember riding along in Suzie-Q (the old, red volkswagen van that my parents owned back then) and seeing loads of bushes weighed down with blueberries. In Maine, they grow along the side of the road like weeds, everywhere. We would just pull into the ditch on the roadside (no shoulders on most of the roads around there) and wonder aimlessly into berry bliss. The first time, mom led me to the perfectly ripe fruit and gently demonstrated the best way to pull the small berries from the bush without damaging the plant. As soon as I tasted that burst of sweetness in my mouth, I was hooked. They could barely pull me away, all blue lips, stained teeth and purple hands. Till this day, I associate blueberries with the purest of childhood happiness.

Needless to say, I was overjoyed when WM called me to suggest a trip to east texas for some blueberry picking. What a great way to spend our third monthiversary....WM you are the coolest boyfriend ever! Truth be told, the whole weekend became a celebration. We were booked solid with activities.

Saturday: WM was tortured through a saturday morning in-service...yuk. Yet he was rewarded for his patience with a couple gift certificates for Fridays! The weekend began with WM and I meeting for a discounted early dinner and catching up. Then, off to meet some of the gang for Guy Forsythe at Deep Ellum Blues. Much drinking, laughing, and good music to enjoy.

Sunday: Up at the crack of 1200 for yummy brunch with mimosas and bloody mary's...mmmmmm i seriously could be that woman that wakes up every morning to a mimosa. Then off to pack up the car for the 1.5 hour trip to Blueberry Hill Farms. The friendly man at the shop warned that most of the berries were still not ripe, but kindly suggested where to look for the best. Two hours of careful picking later, WM and I had 4 pounds of wonderful blueberries to enjoy. We had a bit of a car picnic during the short road trip back (we were too hot and tired to sit on the picnic tables to eat) of homemade sandwiches. We ended the evening lounging around at the pool. All this fun but we keep forgetting to take pictures *sigh*

So many blueberries...what will we cook first?

26 June 2005

Happy Monthiversary!

YAY! A full 3 months!!!!!!! I love that big monkey!

Really. I love you very much, baby. Thank you for an interesting, joyful, and excting 3 months.


20 June 2005

Father's Day shenanigans...

There are two holidays that I have a really hard time grasping: mother's day and father's day. Its not that I'm completely daft....I understand the general idea behind them: to set aside a day to remember how wonderful one's parents are, etc. Essentially, we are celebrating the fact that our parents got together for some of that good old horizontal mambo action, a pants party if you will.

*uncomfortable giggling* (Heh. Sorry, just overcome with two conflicting images...a little overload)

Anyway, the premise of the two days is wonderful. I just have a really hard time deciding what's an appropriate gift to give. As a child, things are easy. You make a card with your handprint and everyone thinks its the coolest thing ever created. Gift-giving started getting complicated for me once i left for college. As soon as you are working and living on your own, those cheap, hand-made gifts just dont seem like enough. Not that my parents care....they would be happy with another handmade card.

Also, since the holidays are so close, I start comparing the gifts that I get. I find myself asking stupid and crazy questions like: "Is that movie pass that I bought my dad as good as the pedicure that I bought my mom last month?" Or I feel guilty if I take one parent out for a meal and don't have the time or money for the other. As, if my parents sit around at night and compare the quality of gifts.

Am I truly this materialistic? Or do I just want to express my love and appreciation to the utmost? I'm probably just materialistic and shallow.

Regardless... I love you, Dad. Happy Father's Day

07 June 2005

surreptitious posting...

The daily grind...without the sweet, smoky aroma and yummy juice of life...

I can honestly say that this is the first time that I have ever posted something while at work. This is including the numerous sites from years gone by...though probably not saying much considering that most of my jobs over the last few years has included riding around in an ambulance.

Imagine: little Lamplover hiding away in the broom closet, literally tapping into the internet line, hoping that noone will question to where she has diappeared....kinda cool image, huh? Sorry, I'm not really that glamorous or interesting. Just sitting at a desk and not doing my job, much as many others do on a daily basis (as astutely observed by the writers of Dead Like Me-one of the best shows on television).

blahblahblahblah.....I will be back later with more interesting things to contribute.


01 June 2005

IPODs Galore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IPOD photo is the best invention of at least the last ten years!!!!!

Tuesday was my parents' 30th anniversary. Over the weekend, I took them out to a nice, moderately-priced dinner. Then I promptly went out and bought myself a highly-priced IPOD photo. You may be thinking with some wry sarcasm, "What a wonderful daughter" but dont dismiss me too quickly.....

rationalization #1: said IPOD bought at the radio shack that my Dad manages. Hence, he gets the commission and credit for the sale (and i get some discounts on accessories)

rationalization #2: said daughter is throwing parents a surprise party next sunday

See, I'm not too bad after all.....right?

I know, hell in a handbasket....

okay, so it's been a while...

Fine. Stop harrassing people that know me, I will attempt to update more often. I could blame a certain someone for monopolizing my time, but that would probably just be unfair. (besides, i'm getting nasty looks for even suggesting.....though one would think that he would be proud of such a feat of distraction for 2 months straight)

I promise to do a much better job from now on......scouts honor and all that stuff.