Posts from October 2009

We've had a sticky door in the back hallway. You have to turn the handle with your right hand while pounding the upper left hand corner with your left hand. Hardly convenient for a fire emergency and deathly for anyone under 4' trying to get out in the event of a fire.

Found a quick fix on line. Where the door is sticking to the frame, hammer a 16d nail into the frame. The force of the hammering the nail in drives the frame away from the door. I used three nails in the frame and it got the job done. I can now open and close the door without pounding it!

I gave in to the dork side and I am now playing Dungeons and Dragons (4th edition for those of you who are dorkier than me and care to know).

Every other Wednesday night I am meeting with a group of grown men to transform myself into Elias, a female Elf, who is a devout cleric.

Yup, I'm having fun. I anticipate the fun to continue.

Oh, little red truck
You reignited my love for you.
Half a tank of gas from Buffalo to Pittsburgh?!
I couldn't ask for more from our little truck!!
You must have heard our resentful mutterings
of low gas mileage and frequent repairs
You must have sensed our unfaithfulness
As we coveted the Kia Soul and the Suzuki sx4
Cash for Clunkers, how could we turn it down?

How easily I forgot, little red truck
that you faithfully journeyed with me
from Illinois to Philadelphia.
You ventured the twists and turns
of the Pennsylvania turnkpike
twice a month for a year
so that I could see my fiancee.

I promise, I'll never speak of trading you in again.

Today, I happily claimed possession of my childhood piano.

If you pass by our house you might catch a glimpse of me happily pounding away on the keyboard. And you might hear the sounds of Billy Joel tunes and cheesy Christian music.

My house is complete. It has a piano, a husband, two cats and a dog. It can't get any better than this.

Flashing yellow light at the intersection means proceed through the intersection with some caution.

Flashing red light at the intersection means stop and proceed after yielding to traffic.

Learn how traffic signals work, Buffalo drivers!

See, I am equally annoyed at drivers and bicyclists.

I have a love-hate relationship with bicycling in Buffalo. I love how bikeable the city is and in the summer, @drew and I definitely hit the town with our bikes. I'm a big fan of following the rules of the road since the rules of the road for cars, apply to bicycles on the street as well.

Section 1231. Traffic laws apply to persons riding bicycles or skating or gliding on in-line skates.

Every person riding a bicycle or skating or gliding on in-line skates upon a roadway shall be granted all of the rights and shall be subject to all of the duties applicable to the driver of a vehicle by this title, except as to special regulations in this article and except as to those provisions of this title which by their nature can have no application.

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I absolute hate the bicycling culture that flouts all the rules of the road, that puts bicyclists in harms way of cars, and then has the audacity to be upset at the vehicle driver.

Tonight, I turned onto Ashland, a one way street, from Summer and had to stop very quickly to avoid hitting two bicyclists riding down the road the wrong way. They had the audacity to make angry faces and shake their fists at me...despite the fact that I came nowhere near hitting them. Despite the fact that it is not reasonable for me to expect traffic coming down the street the wrong way. Despite the fact that they were the ones acting in complete disregard to the traffic laws. Now I wish I would have hit them. Well, no, not really. That would be bad. But I still don't think they get to be jerks to me when they're the ones being stupid.

is when the state comes to complete their annual certification of the program I oversee.

It starts with an ominous phone call. We're from the state. We'll be there shortly.

Then the rush begins. Staff warned. Supervisors called. Documents gathered.

Then the silence, while the state is flipping through paperwork, is punctuated with "hms" and scribblings of findings.

I miserably passed the day staring at the frantic scribbling from the corner of my eye while fiddling on my laptop. My stomach ached and burned through the day.

The lowest on the social hierarchy in this situation, I bite my tongue as the state provide feedback on the content of my paperwork that strikes me as incompatible with the forms that the same state demands I use. How can I argue the state when the state isn't clear on what it's doing?

The exit meeting is at the end of the day and I'm hopeful that it will bring relief. Instead, it brings more feedback. A summary of everything previously explained to me. How many times can I nod my head and say I understand before it seems insincere? But the negative is embedded in positive enthusiasm for the concept of the program, for the happiness of the participants, for the paperwork
generally being in order. I nod and smile weakly. They want me to stop being nervous. But why would I not be nervous? They spent the day scrutinizing my work. My hours and hours of work.

Tomorrow, we'll begin the work on addressing the 2 areas of deficiencies and I can rest easy until the phone call comes again in a year.

I ran in a 5k last night. My goal has been to run a 5k once a month this summer. I don't really care. I just pick a 5k and go. And I usually try to drag someone along.

Last night @drew, @changeisgood, and myself ran a 5k at some random Catholic church/Catholic school in Orchard Park. It was a huge turnout and probably the best after party I've ever been to.

Here's the funny part. You get a ticket when you register for a race and it's exchanged for one beer at the party after the race and all the food you can eat. Nothing beats sucking down a cold beer into your already dehydrated body after a race. However, at this party, you could get ALL the beer you wanted. They were passing it out in these small bucket like containers that I had to grasp with both hands while drinking. Hot dogs, however, those were restricted. Only two hot dogs per ticket. My mom paid $5 to attend the after party (because she didn't run) and she could have drank all the beer she wanted for $5. But no hot dogs.

I've convinced myself recently to make the most of my summer days by getting up earlier in the morning. I spend my extra time sipping coffee on the front porch and watching the neighborhood wake up. It's been a bit of a challenge to get up earlier than usual. But this morning I was rewarded with the sight of a beautiful cardinal fluttering around the front yard!

After soaking up the sun and summer, it's just a nice way to start the morning. Much better than rushing to get to work.

Two nights ago I ground up some cardamom in the coffee grinder. The scent lingered for a good two days in the kitchen, living room, and entry way making these areas of the house smell sweet and spicy and delicious.

This morning I experimented with trying to get a more concentrated or longer lasting scent.

I tried making a potpourri satchet. Failure.

Tried to use it like incense. Failure.

Then the internet told me to simmer the spices in some water. So right now I'm in heaven with the spicy cardamom, coriander, cloves smell.

If you want to replicate it....

A handful of cardamom seeds and a handful of coriander seeds lightly toasted in a skillet.
Grind in a coffee grinder. Add 10-12 cloves.

Put entire mixture with 1-2 cups of water on the stove. Bring to a boil and reduce to a simmer.

And if you like the cardamom taste, try grinding some in with your coffee beans. I cardamom pod should be enough for 1 cup of coffee beans.