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This weekend was incredibly productive.

The antibiotics that my Shelby-cat is on are irritating her throat, which has made her meow cracked sounding.  I didn’t want to have the vet sedate her just to confirm this, and then to give me more medicine to fix it, so I turned to my Natural Cat book.  Frazier has this great recipe for a Slippery Elm syrup (slippery elm coats mucus membranes and soothes them–works for humans, too, fyi), and from the first dose, Shelby sounded better.

I also made a spinach and artichoke pasta, southwestern egg rolls, orange chocolate chip pound cake, and chocolate pudding (milk style).  If you look at the pound cake recipe, you’ll see a picture of Joy the Baker’s book tour from Portland.  I’m in that picture somewhere.  The chocolate pudding is from my Harry Potter cookbook and is delightfully rich.  Although I did make it only with 2% milk, not a combination of whole and cream, as called for.

Oh yeah, most of that food is in the freezer.  Not the pudding, though.

I finally watched Frozen, and I love it.

I just wish I had one more day of the weekend.  Two days are never enough.

 

I have been enjoying watching a friend fall in love with his first boyfriend.  It is delightful and surprising and beautiful.

It has made me painfully aware, however, that I have never been as transparent or vulnerable with a significant other as my friend is able to be.  I want that for myself, but I’ve never been able, or at least, never been willing.  I’m not sure which.

I want that sort of heedlessness for myself.  I want to be able to run headlong into love without holding back.

Maybe someday.

In a surprise plot-twist, I have been invited and accepted into okcupid hot-land. (Thanks to TOK for coining the name.)

Yes, indeed.  Okcupid hot-land is a real place.  You might have thought, as I foolishly did, that okcupid is a free for all.  But in truth, it is divided into ugly-land and hot-land.

Please read the following email that I received yesterday:

“We just detected that you’re now among the most attractive people on OkCupid.

We learned this from clicks to your profile and reactions to you in Quickmatch and Quiver. Did you get a new haircut or something?  Well, it’s working!

To celebrate, we’ve adjusted your OkCupid experience:  You’ll see more attractive people in your match results.

This won’t affect your match percentages, which are still based purely on your answers and desired match’s answers. But we’ll recommend more attractive people to you. You’ll also appear more often to other attractive people.

Sign in to see your newly-shuffled matches. Have fun, and don’t let this go to your head.”

Here I thought that okcupid was merely filled up with funny looking people (yours truly included), when in truth, they were holding out on me!  (And you, if you’re not part of hot-land.)  I checked it out, and it’s true.  There are way more attractive folk in my mix now.  It’s so weird!  And amazing.  And terrible.

But I feel bad for these hot guys, because 1) I discriminate against good-looking people (you just can’t trust them), and 2) they will be disappointed if they actually meet me because I am not actually hot at all.

Ha!

My cats are costing me a small fortune.

That’s all I care to say about that for the time being.

Recently, I have discovered how incredibly delightful it is to take your bra off at the end of the day.  Seriously, why do we wear these things again?

I’m tired of being poor.  That’s not new news.  But it’s still true.

And I miss having friends.  You know what I mean: that group of people you just have standing dates with, that you see on a regular basis, people you know that know you.

In May, when I’ve been at my job for a year, I’m going to start looking for a new job in earnest.  Maybe even a bit closer to my hometown area, where I could go back to people and places I know.  But maybe not.  The city here probably has better options.

Time will tell!