Look how cute she is. Man I love being an uncle.
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Its about me.
Less Than a Week
Here it is less than a week until my birthday and I find myself wishing it was one of those years where I had no choice as for what I was doing for my birthday, like Carrie’s wedding or something. I spent that birthday in the Pittsburgh Airport getting drunk at a bar by myself for hours. As awful as that was, it almost sounds tempting as it takes doing anything big or special for my birthday out of my hands. I don’t really want to do anything, although, seemingly the friends I have out here want to do something for my birthday. They don’t quite get that I don’t care or want to do anything.
My birthday does nothing but make me reflect upon the last year. It hasn’t been a bad year by anymeans, but I’m not sure I’ve made much life progress. Things seem to have gotten busier and yet at the same time, duller maybe. I feel like its time for upheaval again. Or at least some adventure. But that requires someone to adventure with. I’m not sure I have that someone right now.
I don’t know. I’m still doing my daily drawings and have decided this will be the month to update my daily drawings page. I haven’t posted since October. It’ll be a little bit of an effort to get it up and running, but I’m sure I can. Keeping it updated might be another matter. I post from my iMac. My 2002 iMac. I can’t use my scanner with this guy, it needs a USB that it can draw power from, and isn’t compatible with this version of OS X. I can use it on my laptop, but my laptop, while not being busted, is pretty close to it. Whatever, I’ll make it work.
I came home tonight and wanted a jack and coke. I had two, and a whiskey on the rocks. Its over a longer period of time (got home at about 6 tonight and its past 11 right now, not like I’ve drank to excess or anything tonight), but the last time I poured myself a whiskey on the rocks was a long while ago. It sort of symbolizes (at least in my head) a time period of my life. So I found it odd that I just wanted one, haven’t had that craving in a while. Although whiskey is tastey.
Anyways. Enough rambling. Off to bed. Well I have to finish my whiskey first. Then bed.
Buffalo Chicken Pizza
Sam and I have been making pizza from scratch lately. Not that pizza out here is bad, but particularly there is no place to get a good Buffalo Chicken Pizza.
Sam had told me once that her mom had this fantastic pizza dough recipe. Turns out her mom knows nothing about this fantastic pizza dough recipe, so instead Sam and I use Mitch’s Pizza Dough Recipe. It’s pretty basic, but makes great pizza dough and can be altered as you need it. One batch of dough using the recipe makes up two pizzas. We usually make one the first night (make the dough in the morning, pizza at night) and a second pizza either that night or the next day to take to work with us.
To make good Buffalo Chicken Pizza I got rid of the sauce and instead used a base of Blue Cheese Dressing mixed with Frank’s hot sauce. Not a lot of each, and more hot sauce than blue cheese dressing, but just enough to give a good solid coat to the dough. We then topped this with chicken (that has been doused with hot sauce as well) and some spices (we added some cajun spices). Make sure to dice the chicken up pretty good so you still have chunks, but smaller chunks. We have recently started to add a little Tapatio hot sauce for some more kick to the hotness.
Throw on cheese (Sam has some official twirl the cheese to put it on technique that just confuses me) and you’re ready to bake. We just use mozzarella or buy a bag of shredded Italian cheeses or Pizza blend to use. Toss it in the oven at 375 for about twenty minutes and you’ve got yourself a great pizza. Its started to become a staple around my apartment. Its also a nice weekend activity and meal.
Saturday Morning Transgressions
After writing my blog post this morning about being ‘beaten’ I got to work.
I wanted to organize my photos on my iphone. I had so many that looking at them on my phone had become a hassle. I uploaded them on to the computer, sorted them, and put the ones I wanted back on the phone. That took a lot longer than I thought it would.
I then fixed a couple videos that weren’t playing properly on my external harddrive.
Then I really got to work. I picked up the living room, organized it, and vacuumed. I then proceeded to the kitchen where I did some dishes (there are still some left over), tackled both litter boxes, took out two bags of garbage, bagged up the recyclables to be returned, swept and mopped.
I then sniffed the ferret, discovering that she hadn’t had a bath in a while and really needed one. So I bathed the ferret and after toweling her dry decided it was my turn to shower.
The bedroom is a mess, and there’s laundry to be done, but I’m taking a break to go get some coffee and draw for a little bit. I also want to clean out my medicine cabinent. Its a mess, and I’m sure there is expired medicine in there.
Anyways. That’s the plan. I feel like going out tonight. That does depend on my energy later on. And some phone calls I need to make. Also, I have to pay rent. I’ll do that now I suppose.
Beaten
By the time I got home Thursday night I just felt… I don’t know. Beaten maybe. Just like the world had sort of won and I was crushed. From no specific thing in particular, but just that I needed recovery. Of course I had just started P90X on Sunday and had to workout Thursday night and even crawled into bed at not a horrible hour.
When I woke up on Friday it was still there. That dragging feeling. That feeling of being beaten. But I picked myself and dragged myself to work. I had little upswings, 15 minutes here and there where I felt better, but it didn’t go away. Friday night I worked out and got myself some 3 Cheeser Bread from Hungry Howie’s and watched movies on the couch. I’m pretty sure if I wasn’t exercising I would have hit the whiskey right away. But I didn’t. I haven’t drank in a while.
This morning I feel better. I’ve got some coffee and am planning on doing some cleaning before heading out for whatever it is I’m going to accomplish today. But this guy… had a day and a half of just feeling completely off, beaten, or whatever you want to call it. It sucked. And it certainly wasn’t a fast passing time.
Dead ferret
Half of the day it looks like I own a dead ferret.