yesterday i decided that it was time to actually celebrate mlk day for what it is - not a convenient holiday, but rather a tribute to a man who i'm convinced (and i am far, far, far from alone) altered the course of american history. i got all kitted out in super-dooper cold weather gear, drove to the metro, took it to foggy bottom, then walked down to the lincoln memorial. there i stood and listened for the first time (which i'm a bit ashamed to admit) to mlk's 'i have a dream' speech. thank goodness for warm yoga pants that fit under jeans and phones that play mp3s.
yesterday's driving tip: if you are going more slowly than you wish, please realize that riding the bumper of the person in front of you (if they're not the ones causing the slow-down) will not, in fact, help you at all. in fact, the likelihood of an accident becomes astronomically higher. then maybe you can cause a slow-down, too.
ski trip (okay, i only tubed) summation: 1 concussion, 1 broken finger, 1 van-plowing-into-brian's-truck incident, 1 night of barely any sleep, 1 night of sleeping like a rock, a few aching muscles, and a good time.
so, i've been telling myself that really, march is not too long to wait for the second series of robin hood to come to american tele. but now, having gone back and watched some of the first series again, i'm suddenly in a gigantic rush for them to air. having m&k watch battlestar galactica is having much the same effect. and i'm very bad at waiting. (p.s. soooooooo not helping that bones and the office are now all reruns.)
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gandhoori purple chicken. yep, that's what my parents and i had for dinner last night. nope, i'm not making this up; yes, it was actually purple; no, the gandhoori is completely random; yes, it was chicken and we did, in fact, eat it.
it was an experiment, really. i always try to explain my cooking "style" to people, and most of the time they just shake their heads and write off what i'm saying as a "helen whimsy". but it's true: bread speaks to me; desserts and i have a temperamental, but healthy, way of communicating; and meat and i are not on speaking terms. so when i decided to spearhead the dinner-making last night by making jax's ritz broccoli dish, i was more than excited to have mom doing most of the rest of the work. however, knowing that i'm trying to become a better (okay, decent is probably more appropriate) cook, she allowed me to make some creative decisions regarding the chicken: olive oil over bacon grease, bordeaux to let it simmer in, ginger for seasoning. it was actually pretty good. and purple.
so, just a tip. if you get upset enough at a horn honk to exit your vehicle on a highly trafficked thoroughfare to yell at the person who honked, you may have an anger management problem. and if, say, the person wasn't honking at you but at the person in front of you, you may have an even bigger anger management problem. and if you happen to have gotten
not honked at b/c you're not following the traffic pattern's intended design, you should perhaps learn to go right at the light to take a left on queensberry just like the nice, smart, non-aggressive sign tells you to.
(to the tune of "i've got a golden ticket":) i've got a practicum site!
i felt a lot like charlie on monday when i got my contract signed and my schedule worked out just before class. SO nice. so now, the unveiling of my new schedule:
M: 8.30-11.30, office; 11.45-3, practicum; 6-9 (really 5-9.30 with traffic), class.
T: 8.30-11.30, office; 11.45-3, practicum; 6.30ish-?, dinner w/parentals.
W: 8.30-3.30, office.
R: 8.30-11.30, office; 11.45-3, practicum.
F: 8.30-12.30, office.
S: ?
Su: 10.45-12.15 church; 5-7.30, youth group.
woohoo! i have an actual schedule!!! now let's see if i can stick to it...
i wore flip-flops yesterday and wasn't the only one. weird.
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