Sunday, March 12, 2006

Flavor Wave

So, Saturday, I got up at 4:30am because it was RAINING! I decided to stay up, enjoy the rain, and catch some early morning tv.

All that was really on was infomercials, and I happened upon THIS gem...

Yeah, I could see it. I had to have been delirious.

Say it with me now, "I will not watch tv this early again. I will never get up at 4:30am, unless it's for a REALLY good reason." Not that the rain wasn't a good reason, but it rained all day, and I was punchy. I almost bought one of those puppies. Whew!

Oh, yeah, I know I promised pictures of my Chicken Imperial. It turned out WONDERFULLY! Alas, my camera's batteries went dead so I couldn't get pics. I couldn't even get any cool shots of the rain! Argh!

Hope you all had a great weekend.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Rain Song

This is the springtime of my loving-
The second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing-
So little warmth I’ve felt before.
It isn’t hard to feel me glowing-
I watched the fire that grew so low.
It is the summer of my smiles-
Flee from me keepers of the gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes
It is to you I give this tune.
Ain’t so hard to recognize-
These things are clear to all from
Time to time. ooooh...
Talk talk-
I’ve felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go
I cursed the gloom that set upon us...
But I know that I love you so
But I know that I love you so.
These are the seasons of emotion
And like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion-
I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient-
Upon us all a little rain
Must fall.
Just a little rain?
Ooooh, yeah yeah yeah!



It's 4:30am, AND It's raining.

I repeat...

It is RAINING in ARIZONA!!!!!!!

In the words of Dave Chappelle, "WHIP OUT YA TITTIES! IT'S A CELEBRATION!

It's still dark out so I can't get any pictures, (dammit) but TRUST me...I'm staying up till I CAN get some.

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring!!!! hee hee!!!!!!!!!!!

It's also freezing outside. In mid-March, In AZ, this is ALSO cause to whip out ya titties and celebrate. Or your dick, for that matter. Hell, it's RAINING, for the love of PETE. ANY appendage will do. Fuck! Do the hokey pokey for all I care! It's RAINING!

Rain, rain, don't go away, stay around another day!

This is almost as good as sex!

Okay, that MAY be pushin' it...

Thanks for all your good vibes. Happy thoughts DO work miracles. We're even supposed to get SNOW down here in the valley! SNOW! In the valley! I can't believe it!

They've already gotten it up in the mountains, one of my techs called yesterday and we were all jealous of the precipitation. And NOW look!!! WOOOO HOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Treble Rainy Raining Hearts YEAH!

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Day 144, and Still No Rain...

Thursday morning ~

Thursday afternoon ~ Thursday when I got home from work around 5:15pm ~ cold, blustery, but NOTHIN'!

Mother Nature,You Bitch!!!!!


Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Why Won't It RAIN??? Part 1, Day 143. I Think.

Why the hell won't it RAIN already? We are SO due for it, but I'm afraid La Nina is gonna be a bitch like last year and dump the whole year's worth on us over 2 months. That sucked.

Lately, it's cloudy in the morning, then sunny midmorning, cloudy like rain evenings, AND...


Mother Nature is a tease. AND a muse.

Tomorrow, I'm gonna start taking the digital to work. I've decided that I'm going to post nothing further except pictures of the Arizona sky until it rains like a motherfucker.

PLEASE send rain.......
Treble Snappy

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Cooking is Therapy...

I am hurting in more ways than one, out of pain meds, AND I have cramps ~ so I said fuck it ~ I'm not cooking tonite. I dislike the band nirvana, but to quote a line in one of their songs, "nature is a whore."

Cooking IS therapy, even if it IS doing THIS:

For frozen pizza, Essensia (sorry kids, couldn't find a link!) ROCKS. Lemme put it this way: it's Entenmann's good.

On a positive note, I do still love most aspects of my job, and the weather is warming up. Soon it'll be time to head for the mountains & stalk some wildlife with a camera. Sleeping in a tent could still be pretty painful (and cold, up there), but with the right padding, my car can be pretty darn comfortable for sleeping when you fold the seats down. Mads always has a blast up there, too! Something to look forward. And, if it's not TOO cold, watch the stars all nite.

Treble Sunshine

Forget About It

I slept wrong. I have a pinched nerve in my shoulder and my ribs still fucking hurt.

I just needed to whine. Sue me.

Treble Zany

Monday, March 06, 2006

Chicken Parmesan...

Okay ~ I promised to take pictures if I cooked something this weekend, so here ya go:

Cooking is a form of therapy for me. I'll be doing a lot of it from now on.
Simmer...and spice...and it all turns out nice:

Yeah, I cook enough for an army. Good thing this stuff freezes well.

The above was my BROTHER'S portion. The dude is a MOOSE, but you'd never be able to tell. I think his legs are hollow or something. I ate maybe half of what this is and then gave him leftovers for lunch. I'm such a good sister...

OH WAIT! I almost forgot...

The piece de resistance..............OH YEAH, baby...chewy brownie, scoop of Ben & Jerry's Gobfather ice cream (they really must be stopped) and chocolate syrup.

I SWEAR on my own eyes that I didn't eat this. I mean it. I will, however, admit to licking the spoon after I scooped the ice cream.

Sure beats the hell outta ramen noodles, don't it?

Toungue Out


Friday, March 03, 2006


If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or don't really know each other) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you!

Yeah, Mr. Fabulous has made me a comment whore. I am somewhat aroused by this...

The Trip

I will never ever forget our trip to Africa, where you wouldn't stop antagonizing the pygmies by throwin popcorn balls at them and screaming, "I AM GULLIVER! Bow before me, liliputians!" What the hell were you THINKING? I still have scars from the bitemarks they left on my ankles. Capri pants and sandals are completely out of the question now. I wouldn't trade that memory for the world...