Sometimes work is so busy

I didn't get to post anything much this week because my job was kind of insane for the past week. But I did post some videos at YouTube (of the SYTYCD show, my username on YouTube is maurinsky), got a little deeper into the book I'm reading (The Gun Seller by Hugh Laurie...it's getting more interesting and funnier as it goes along), ate a buffalo burger at the Pequot museum, which I visited with my sister and niece, did some grocery shopping, planned some meals for the coming week, did a small amount of cleaning, and I will shortly be taking a dose of Nyquil to help me sleep despite my sniffling, sneezing, stuffy head and sore throat.

And here's a picture of me, just because I like it:

I like it because this picture looks like the person I see when I look in the mirror, plus it shows my nice $13 Supercuts haircut and my little crows feet, which I love because I think they make me look both kind and good humored.



Siobhan did come home yesterday, she needed 3 stitches, which isn't too bad, but she had some shallow but ugly lacerations, too, and was in a lot of pain.

The wedding was beautiful, and we had a great time at the reception - I think she felt a lot better afterwards.

Tonight, Monkey and I went to the So You Think You Can Dance tour, and we had awesome seats. We could see backstage, and when we yelled their names, the dancers smiled and waved to us. We had a blast.


Phone calls after midnight are rarely good news

I stayed up a little bit late to watch the Flight of the Conchords marathon on HBO (which I added just for the purpose of catching the marathon), and the phone rang at 1:0something.



"I'm okay, I don't want you to worry, but I'm in the hospital right now."

(there's nothing like hearing "I don't want you to worry" to really put your mind at ease)

Turns out Sio was playing football with some people from the dorm, and she fell and cut her leg badly enough that she will probably need stitches. She didn't have her insurance card with her at the hospital, so I went to get it from my purse and lost the call. She was calling from her roommates phone, and I haven't been able to get back in touch with her.

I'm supposed to be picking her up tomorrow morning for a wedding we're going to. I'm not sure if she'll be in any shape to go at this point.


Comfort Food

Last night I went grocery shopping, and since I'm a bargain shopper, I always check out the little areas where they hide the older/damaged produce, dented cans, discontinued items, and day old bread.

I scored a day old baguette for .50, so I made bread pudding last night. Bread pudding and I are old friends. I love bread, and I love pudding, so it was only natural that I would love the two of them together. And it's so easy to mix things up with bread pudding. The last time I made bread pudding I used day old danish - that was the best bread pudding ever. I've also used flavored coffee creams instead of heavy cream or half and half, which also makes for delicious bread pudding.

Last night, I made a very basic pudding. French bread, 2 tablespoons of melted butter drizzled over the bread, 4 eggs, 2 cups of half & half, 3/4 c. of sugar (1/4 of it brown, because that adds a little more richness), vanilla and cinnamon mixed together and poured over the bread. I don't like raisins when they are baked, so I exclude that common ingredient. It'd definitely a treat for cooler weather, since it bakes for 45 minutes. It's good cold, but it's divine warm.

Monkey and I had some for breakfast this morning. What a comforting way to start the day.


Writer's Block - a poem

Ideas flitter in my head
like butterflies with feathery wings,
their gossamer grace glimpsed and grasped for.
Elusive, they slip away.
Determined, I reach.

Words are my net.
The page is the frame.

Unspoken and unwritten, they enchant.
Pinned down and cruelly contained,
they are shades,
ink and paper,


A Bedtime Story

courtesy of Flight of the Conchords

Recommended Reading

Winkie by Clifford Chase

My church gig has started back up again, and I happened to get to the most miraculous part of the book when I opened it up when Rev. Right-Wing started his sermon. You couldn't tell, because it was so hot that everyone was dripping with sweat, but I was silently weeping for Winkie and his/her offspring, Baby Winkie.

After church, I read the rest of the book. I cried more than once, out of anger, out of grief, out of beauty.


Cute and not so cute animals

L-R: Not so cute, cute, not so cute

1. Our new bunny, Copper
2. same
3. a big spider, Loki's legs, my legs
4. Monkey in the garden at Higgins House at WPI
5. My nieces Lauren, Molly and Sarah, and Monkey
6. Sio in the garden at Higgings House at WPI