Day 11...still no power. Nervous breakdown about to ensue. I am trying real hard people to keep it together. I don't know if it is going to happen.
Classes resume today. I guess that is good. I am not sure how I will study with no power, but missing for a week and a half is enough.
I would go buy myself something to cheer myself up, but what would I do with it?
On a brighter note, the speech I had to write for Shlomo is done.
If you can read this (because you have power), just know that I hate you until mine is restored. Harsh...I know. But, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I Now Hate Ike
Still no power. We do have hot water. Thank you to the builder for putting in a gas water heater.
I hate this. I have nothing to say. All I want is to watch tv. On a brighter note, no classes.
That's about all I have to say on the subject.
I hate this. I have nothing to say. All I want is to watch tv. On a brighter note, no classes.
That's about all I have to say on the subject.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
I Do Not Like Ike
No power. No ice. No hot water. Peanut butter. Tuna fish. To quote those two divine divas Barbra Streisand and Donna Summer, "Enough is enough is enough is enough."
Today, Shlomo and I fled to San Antonio. Right now, we are holed up in a luxe hotel room with the dogs and the parrot. We are only here for a couple of nights. The finches will be fine. The fish are what they are. Without aeration or filtration, there is only so much we can do.
I had the best fried oysters in the world (they are served over squid-ink pasta with a dab of hollandaise) at our favorite restaurant here. And, there was a Grand Marnier souffle for dessert.
Enough about food. I felt a little like the Beverly Hillbillies as we walked the dogs through the lobby while carrying a parrot in a tropical print carrying case. Just as I called it, Loco squawked in the middle of the lobby. So far, though, we have avoided the embarassment of one of the dogs leaving a little brown present in a very public place. Mark my words: it will happen.
We are exhausted and ready to turn in for the night. So, I will leave you with the biggest irony of the day. We had been without power, air conditioning, and tv for a while. We drove over three hours to get here. We get in our room and I turn on the tv to see none other than What's Love Got To Do With It on Lifetime...television for women and gay men. Of course, it was a scene where Ike beat the hell out of Tina. I now know just how she felt.
Today, Shlomo and I fled to San Antonio. Right now, we are holed up in a luxe hotel room with the dogs and the parrot. We are only here for a couple of nights. The finches will be fine. The fish are what they are. Without aeration or filtration, there is only so much we can do.
I had the best fried oysters in the world (they are served over squid-ink pasta with a dab of hollandaise) at our favorite restaurant here. And, there was a Grand Marnier souffle for dessert.
Enough about food. I felt a little like the Beverly Hillbillies as we walked the dogs through the lobby while carrying a parrot in a tropical print carrying case. Just as I called it, Loco squawked in the middle of the lobby. So far, though, we have avoided the embarassment of one of the dogs leaving a little brown present in a very public place. Mark my words: it will happen.
We are exhausted and ready to turn in for the night. So, I will leave you with the biggest irony of the day. We had been without power, air conditioning, and tv for a while. We drove over three hours to get here. We get in our room and I turn on the tv to see none other than What's Love Got To Do With It on Lifetime...television for women and gay men. Of course, it was a scene where Ike beat the hell out of Tina. I now know just how she felt.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Slightly Less Calm
When I last left you in the saga known as Hurricane Ike, it was very calm before the storm. Now, it is slightly less calm, but it will get much worse. Curfews are being issued. People are supposed to be taking shelter. Our stupid neighbors are partying on their driveways. I am trying not to judge. Okay, I am judging. They are IDIOTS.
Shlomo often accuses me of just using this blog to report things that he does which do not portray him in the best light. Well, I will offer up one on myself. Today, we taped an "X" on all of our windows. It may or may not help them not break during the storm. There are conflicting reports.
Anyhoo, we discovered that the window in the garage had not been taped. Shlomo was looking for the tape. I was focused on my computer screen composing a journal entry about Loco. (I try not to subject you fine folks to that!) Shlomo is tearing up the house looking for the tape. Tearing up the house was not a difficult task...the house is pretty much trashed from the moving of all the stuff.
Finally, I got up to help him search. I went to the kitchen thinking it was probably on the counter somewhere between the vanilla cake and peanut butter cookies that I had purchased as part of our emergency rations. Maybe it was under the Snickers bars or behind the peanut M&Ms. It could be anywhere.
Then I hear, "Anshel, you dumbass. It was right beside you!"
Me in disbelief: "WTF?"
Shlomo: "Yep, it was on the end table...just the other side of your iced tea."
So, there you have it. I am not perfect. I am not always at my best. Oh well. Hopefully, I will be able to keep you posted, but if we lose power, I obviously will not. If that was a run-on sentence, I apologize. Sometimes, there are more important things than grammar. I cannot believe I said that.
Shlomo often accuses me of just using this blog to report things that he does which do not portray him in the best light. Well, I will offer up one on myself. Today, we taped an "X" on all of our windows. It may or may not help them not break during the storm. There are conflicting reports.
Anyhoo, we discovered that the window in the garage had not been taped. Shlomo was looking for the tape. I was focused on my computer screen composing a journal entry about Loco. (I try not to subject you fine folks to that!) Shlomo is tearing up the house looking for the tape. Tearing up the house was not a difficult task...the house is pretty much trashed from the moving of all the stuff.
Finally, I got up to help him search. I went to the kitchen thinking it was probably on the counter somewhere between the vanilla cake and peanut butter cookies that I had purchased as part of our emergency rations. Maybe it was under the Snickers bars or behind the peanut M&Ms. It could be anywhere.
Then I hear, "Anshel, you dumbass. It was right beside you!"
Me in disbelief: "WTF?"
Shlomo: "Yep, it was on the end table...just the other side of your iced tea."
So, there you have it. I am not perfect. I am not always at my best. Oh well. Hopefully, I will be able to keep you posted, but if we lose power, I obviously will not. If that was a run-on sentence, I apologize. Sometimes, there are more important things than grammar. I cannot believe I said that.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Calm
Here we sit. Before the storm. Things outside have been secured. Non-perishable foods have been purchased. Shlomo came home from Florida a day early.
Our plan is to ride it out. Hopefully, it will make landfall east of us so we will be on the cleaner side of the storm. If not, it could get ugly.
We were supposed to meet my mother in Austin this weekend for the UT/Arkansas game. It was postponed. Oh well...
In the meantime, we (and the zoo) are ready to ride it out.
I will leave you with one last thought. I called Shlomo to see if there were any particular non-perishable foods he wanted me to pick up at that local shopping horror called the supermarket. His response, "Eggs."
Me: "Huh?!?!?!"
Him: "Yeah, I might want to make some egg salad."
I don't think he understands non-perishable. It's all about picking battles, people. Pick your battles.
Our plan is to ride it out. Hopefully, it will make landfall east of us so we will be on the cleaner side of the storm. If not, it could get ugly.
We were supposed to meet my mother in Austin this weekend for the UT/Arkansas game. It was postponed. Oh well...
In the meantime, we (and the zoo) are ready to ride it out.
I will leave you with one last thought. I called Shlomo to see if there were any particular non-perishable foods he wanted me to pick up at that local shopping horror called the supermarket. His response, "Eggs."
Me: "Huh?!?!?!"
Him: "Yeah, I might want to make some egg salad."
I don't think he understands non-perishable. It's all about picking battles, people. Pick your battles.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Down to Business
Sadly, the long weekend is drawing to a close. As excited as I am about school and my new endeavors, I am still kind of sad that Labor Day is almost over. Shlomo and I felt we had been on the go so much recently that we intentionally made ourselves take some downtime. We saw a couple of movies (Brideshead Revisited and Vicky Christina Barcelona), watched one on dvd (the original The Women), and just took it easy.
We actually cooked most of our meals. And, I have to tell you about these mashed potatoes I made. They were a recreation of some we had at the Joe's Stone Crab (that Miami institution) location in Las Vegas. You make your usual mashed potatoes. The real kind...not from a box. Add a little sour cream and parmesan in the mixing. Place in a baking dish. Top with some grated cheddar, some more grated parmesan, and some Panko (Japanese breadcrumbs). Pop under the broiler until golden brown. Simple pimple. They were delish. And, if serving for a group, it totally takes the pressure off keeping the mashed potatoes warm because they come straight from the broiler.
Okay, maybe I have too much time on my hands. I am sharing recipes and I found the time to make homemade chocolate chip cookies this weekend. Yeah. I am a total lard.
So, now I am back to the wonderful world of Literary Criticism and Greek Tragedy tomorrow. At some time before tomorrow night, I am going on a little trip...or should I say Odyssey. Oh well, until then, I am off to eat another cookie and watch Gossip Girl.
Happy Labor Day.
We actually cooked most of our meals. And, I have to tell you about these mashed potatoes I made. They were a recreation of some we had at the Joe's Stone Crab (that Miami institution) location in Las Vegas. You make your usual mashed potatoes. The real kind...not from a box. Add a little sour cream and parmesan in the mixing. Place in a baking dish. Top with some grated cheddar, some more grated parmesan, and some Panko (Japanese breadcrumbs). Pop under the broiler until golden brown. Simple pimple. They were delish. And, if serving for a group, it totally takes the pressure off keeping the mashed potatoes warm because they come straight from the broiler.
Okay, maybe I have too much time on my hands. I am sharing recipes and I found the time to make homemade chocolate chip cookies this weekend. Yeah. I am a total lard.
So, now I am back to the wonderful world of Literary Criticism and Greek Tragedy tomorrow. At some time before tomorrow night, I am going on a little trip...or should I say Odyssey. Oh well, until then, I am off to eat another cookie and watch Gossip Girl.
Happy Labor Day.
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