www.liakela.com

My body: HOLY CRAP. You have to go pee. RIGHT NOW. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. Get up, run across the building! This is an emergency! Yes, leave Vicki to handle the phones by herself, she will understand!!

Me: Holy shit, ok! OK! Fine! *run run run, 1/2 way there pause to think of dry things… do a variation of the walking pee-pee dance, run run run*

Me: (getting to the ladies room, running for a stall, only JUST making it)

My body: (trickle tinkle, barely any liquid coming from me) Aaaaaaahahahahaahah! FOOLED YOU!!! Ahahahahaha, you should have SEEN your face! zomg, that was the FUNNIEST THING EVAR. No.. no.. no wait.. will you do that little dance again on your way back to your desk? Aaaahahahahahaha.

Me: Asshole.

I had a dream last night about Mikey, Brit, and Michelle.  We were “tourist shopping” in Wickford Village, in Rhode Island.  But it had turned into something that looked a lot more like Sturbridge Village, in Mass.  Very kitchy and touristy.  At one point, we lost Michelle, and Mikey said, “Oh, don’t worry. You know how Michelle is. She’s getting her shop on.”  I laughed in the dream, and it was apparently so amusing that I woke myself up laughing.

Best way to wake up, really.

I’ve got a great ex-coworker and friend who posted something on his LJ that I think is worthy reading for all of my friends. 

http://fragbert.livejournal.com/442522.html?view=4547226#t4547226

There’s nothing non-work-safe in the entry, but he does have his journal set for adult content.

Grandma & Newborns

Just fourteen years ago, this very minute, I was being wheeled back into my room, and I don’t remember a lot about what was going on around me — but I knew that I was now a mom, forever and ever. 

I remember their dad telling me about the birth, since he watched them being born via c-section, and I was having a personal freak-out because I had a chest cold, an epidural, and was lying flat on my back with no oxygen in and no support for my head. I tried to be present in the moment, but it just wasn’t happening. I kept squeezing Ace’s hand and apologizing for freaking out, and he kept holding my hand and peeking over the screen to watch  two little perfect beings coming into the world.

Joseph was first, a big boy at 7 lbs 1 oz — well, big for a twin, yeah?  He was round and wrinkly, and just so precious.  Anna was next, just a minute later — and I remember being told that she really didn’t appear to be ready to be born, because they had to gently unpry her fingers from inside me.  She was 6 lbs 10oz, still a very good size for a twin, but so different from her brother.  She was so delicate and small, just as perfect as her little brother, but serious where he seemed always ready to laugh and grin. 

Before we went to the hospital, I remember looking at one of the many stacks of newborn diapers that we’d accrued, and pulling one diaper out and looking at it — at how tiny it was and thinking that there was just no way it was going to be big enough for a real baby.  And then when we brought them home and changed their diapers with one of them, realizing how wrong I was.  I was nervous about everything, perpetually terrified that I’d inadvertantly ruin them somehow because I didn’t know enough, or read enough, or watch as many documentaries as I might have.

Anna and Joseph, you’ve both become amazing people.  And you’re only 14! You’re still at the beginning of your path, and universe-willing, I will be beside you on that path for as long as possible.

I love you both, Happy Birthday!

Almost 14, here!

Thanks to Laura Potts for bringing this to my attention:

They will be collecting school supplies for Knox County Teacher Supply Depot in lieu of fines May 3-10, 2009 at all library locations.

One approved school item will wipe out $10.00 worth of fines with a maximum of $50.00 worth of fines removed. Fees for lost or damaged materials or Unique Management referrals do not apply. Approved items include packs of construction paper, a bottle or stick of glue, scotch tape, a box of crayons, index cards, packs of ink pens, packs of notebook paper and post-it notes. All items must be new and in the original packaging. No used items will be accepted.
For more information, call 215-8750.

Eric? Calling Eric Trisler? I believe it was you, was it not, that had some leftover fines?

So, I brought the last of my lasagna to work today for lunch, and it’s still freakin’ delicious. Next time, though? I’ll freeze smaller portions, because there really is such a thing as too much lasagna when you aren’t hungry for the rest of the day after eating just one piece.

We’d also had a team meeting today, and Vicky brought in some Oreos as a snack for everyone.  This is me laying the groundwork, just in case you hadn’t noticed, for my awesome lunch-dessert.  Anyway — I popped the lasagna in the microwave to heat it up, and once that was done, I walked back to my desk.  Between the microwave and my desk was the tray of Oreos, so I took a few (ok, I took four.) and popped them on top of the plastic lid of my still-very-hot lasagna before going the rest of the way to my desk.

Taking the lid with the cookies off the bowl, I set it aside and didn’t think about it for the next 30 minutes of enjoying my fabulous lasagna.  But when I did pick up the first cookie and twist-and-pull as one is supposed to do with Oreos? The frosting/white stuff in the middle had gotten very warm and melty — and had stayed that way. Oh. My. Goodness. Not only did it make the Oreo experience even more enjoyable and fulfilling — I only had two cookies before my sweet-craving was satisfied. Which is a win, in my book.

In other news, I’ve been catching this new show on Lifetime that my mom pointed out to me called “Cook Yourself Thin”, and it’s GREAT. The ideas they have are completely doable, and though just like a lot of other diet cooking shows, they say that they want to give you the foods you like without the guilt of fat and calories — I actually believe it’s possible with some of their recipes.  I especially liked the spinach and mushroom veggie lasagna — mostly because I know my three cheese lasagna was of the “no no” variety.  The recipes are easy, and they LOOK delicious.  I’ll be keeping an eye out for the book, too.

http://www.mylifetime.com/on-tv/shows/cook-yourself-thin/recipes

Friday at work was one of those days that just didn’t want to end.  Brought to you by the words ‘Slow, slower, slowest’, the number Infinity, and the letters ZOMG.

That seems to be par for the course lately — the week rushes by, I wonder what happened to my days, then Friday comes with the delicious weekend taunting me on the other side of my work-fence.  Then the weekend is over in a blip, and it’s Monday again. Wash, rinse, repeat.

This weekend was pretty freakin’ awesome, though.  I made a ginourmous pan of lasagna and Eric and Venture came over to partake of it.  Sara from work stopped by, too, but there was no partaking for her.  Very sad, really.. but she had already eaten with her mother, so I suppose I can forgive her.   The boys and I drank a few Yuenglings and a few shots of black cherry vodka, and got down to some serious chin-wagging. Largely about Pink Floyd and the drama behind the creation of “The Wall.”  Good times. (and I don’t even mean that sarcastically! It was good times. Hell, it was GREAT times!)

I was supposed to go out to Pelissippi to meet up with Venture the next day to see Ed Buckner give a talk sponsored by the Rationalists of East TN entitled, “This Is a Free Country, Not a Christian Nation: In Freedom We Trust.”  However, I missed it due to sleeping too much.  Oddly enough, according to Venture, he missed it too for the same reason, even though he was actually in attendance.  Apparently he got there early, took a disco nap, and no one wanted to be rude and wake him up once the talk started. Hehe. Ah well.

So, instead of that, I ended up heading out to lunch with Sara and her roommate Teak to Makino’s for a sushi buffet.  Oh my gravy, but I love Makinos.  They had a roll — it was shredded crab (the real stuff) and some other nummy thing, rolled in rice.  And then tempura battered and deep-fried.  Topped with cheddar cheese.  Dude. This is not sushi, this is comfort food!  But you know what? It was DAMNED good.

Tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo, and I’m bringing in bean salsa to work — Robert better be bringing in the scoops.  And for anyone not in the know? Bean salsa is THE FREAKIN’ BOMB-DIGGETY. To prove it, here’s the recipe:

Bean Salsa

1 can pinto beans
1 can black beans
1 can black eyed peas
1 can shoe-peg corn
1 can Rotel tomatoes with chilis
1 bunch of green onions, chopped
1 bottle of Zesty Italian Dressing
*optional: cilantro
Put everything in a bowl. Stick in fridge overnight. Eat next day with scoops tortilla chips.

Easy, right?  And I’m typing that from memory, so.. Mom — was that everything?

I’m currently part-way through the fourth installment of the Mercy Thompson series, a really entertaining set of books by Patricia Briggs.

Mercy Thompson is a ‘walker’, not to be confused with a skin-walker, who finds herself caught up in the troubles and politics of the Fae, the Werewolves and the Vampires.  She’s a poor little Coyote who just can’t catch a break sometimes.  She’s an appealing character who doesn’t ‘Mary Sue’ her way through her various trials and tribulations, and makes some rather tough decisions without being insipidly obtuse, or spiteful.

The first book, Moon Called, introduces Mercedes (Mercy) Thomspon as a VW mechanic in Kennewick, Washington.  Having been fostered as a young child with a werewolf pack, she understands the requirements and duties of ‘pack life’, but has set herself outside of that sphere, choosing instead to live her life on her own terms, and by her own set of rules.  With a degree in history, she credits Zee, the fae who sold his garage to her, for providing employment after college that didn’t include the phrase “would you like fries with that?”

All in all, a good read — and a quick one.  Easy brain candy, without a lot of guilt (there’s plenty of romantic tension, though!).

My coworker Tony has a brother who’s at Fort Knox — he just started Basic Training last Friday.  Tony is sending him words of encouragement, praise for serving, that sort of thing — and he is sending it on a card in a blue envelope.

Apparently, the more blue envelopes one receives, the more phone privileges one receives.  I know it’s got to be hard, that first week of Basic, so I’m encouraging all of my friends to please send along a card in a blue envelope to Private Adam Fairbanks.  Tony ok’d my giving his address to you all.  And if you know of someone else who is in the same situation, please say so, and we can do the same for them.

PVT Adam Fairbanks
1st Platoon – Wolfpack D Company 2/46 INF
3576 Wilson Road
Fort Knox, KY 40121

Thanks so much to you all, in advance.

Apparently a movie was released in 2008 called Side By Each that takes place in (of course) Rhode Island.

 I found this because I was telling a coworker about the quaint colloquialisms of the predominantly French-Canadian residents in Woonsocket, and lo and behold, a movie

What’s amusing to me most is that the main character’s name is “Salty.”  Hopefully, his last name isn’t “Brine,” or there’s likely going to be a ruckus.

Any of you folks recall any other good Woonsocketisms?