Leary of You

So I totally bailed on the Bemidji trip. The weather up there was worse than down here. My appointment called me and asked me if I was SURE I wantyed to meet with them today. I caved. “No, how about tomorrow?”

So I puttered around my (newly remodelled) home. I tried to make a Martha Stewart recipe for “Rocky Ledge Bars.” We have a one-sided, love-hate relationship, Martha and I. Today, I hate her. Half-way into the thing she says I need parchment paper. Who the hell keeps parchment paper handy for cooking? Catherine de Medici and Martha. Needless to say, I skipped the parchment and paid the price. My rocky ledge was not rocky and it had no ledge. It was dry on the rim and gooey in the middle. I did eat a spoon full of chocolately goop before I pitched it over the Stainless Ledge of my kitchen garbage.

Next up on the “recipes I can’t handle” cooking list: Ginger Cheesecake Bars. That should be disasterous and time consuming.

I have too much alone time, can you tell? My day job asa a recruiter for the Nielsen Ratings is totally awesome and I love it…I home office, I work in my underwear…and I spend most of my time driving and listening to public radio or my iPod…but I’m always alone. I spend WAY too much time roaming around my scary brain. Today’s worry: avian flu. Why do people insist on living amongst their livestock? I know its money. It all comes down to money. I got a flu shot this year. Because I am easily manipulated. We are a society that can land on the moon with calculations made on computers the size of the small town that I live in, but we can’t make avian flu vaccinations for humans.

I do believe in natural selection. A few stupid people walking around on thin ice each winter…fine…bu-bye…But these huge epidemics I just can’t handle it. It makes me crazy. I want to just unplug everything and not know what’s coming. But I am addicted to it now. I HAVE to know the latest thing that can kill me.

I am surprised that you are reading this.

I am even more surprised that people actually post comments. It’s like opening your diary and finding stick-em notes on your earlier entries from people who don’t even live in the same time-zone as you. Technology is way cool. And we are way bored.

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