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Saturday, Mar. 18, 2006
Totally Delectible

Welcome back your Domestic Goddess for the weekend.

Well, yeah, we're normally talking the Roseanne variety when it comes to me, but this weekend I got really ambitious and made a lemon meringue pie and walnut chocolate chip cookies, homemade chicken noodle soup for lunch, and was planning to make beef stew for dinner but MC was all for cleaning up the leftover fajitas for dinner instead, which doesn't exactly break my heart.

In all reality, since MC has been here, I've all but given up restaurants. Part of the issue is the lack of money. My paycheck only goes so far and we're still waiting on payment for some projects, the downside to being self-employed. If things stay true to pattern, we'll get everything at once, but it'll be a few more days at best. Long as they don't shut off the Internet in the interim we're okay. We should be getting paid for the TV deal in the next few days. If we don't, not only are MC and I off the project, but the advertising salesperson will withdraw, something I don't honestly think they will want to happen. Not to mention at that point I'll begin seriously questioning my job with the radio station, since the same owner owns the radio and the TV stations.

Which is why again, I don't think it'll come to that.

Both MC and I have contracted colds, unfortunately. I think MC is feeling slightly better today, in part because he's drugged to the gills with Nyquil cold syrup. That stuff will knock you on your butt if you're not someone who normally takes a lot of meds, and he definitely doesn't. Even if he doesn't exactly feel better, he is too woozY to care! At the moment he's added NASCAR to the mix, camped out in front of the TV for the races this afternoon. Between that and the additional sugar-induced coma from the cookies, he's pretty effectively out of it for the moment.

I haven't taken anything for my cold, but I'm getting to that point. It's not really the kick-in-the-teeth variety with me, like it is for MC, but it's really got me dragging my butt behind me. As if I needed any help with that!

As most of you who have read me for any period of time already know, I am severely allergic to politics, though I invariably find myself drawn into the fray. And there are some questions that really shouldn't be political anyway. One of those is the issue of gay marriage.

A friend of mine wrote one of the most logical, well thought-out essays I've ever read on the subject, pointing out some painfully obvious truths that most of us in the US are choosing to ignore. The article is here, but the gist of it is, "Whatever happened to separation of church and state?" She pointed out that a marriage license is technically a contract between two people, and the Constitution expressly forbids abridging the right to form a contract. I'm not sure I agree to the point that she thinks all licensed ministers should be required to marry gay couples, because then you get into messing with the religious beliefs of the individuals; but in terms of a civil union? Yeah, I think she's absolutely right.

I am in love. (Oh, stop it. I'm talking about the new Doctor Who television show.) Love the new actor portraying the Doctor. I have a hard time following the dialogue without closed captioning, though. I don't know if it's stronger accents with these actors or bad sound editing or if my hearing is faltering. (Deafness runs in my family in fact, so I can't rule that out.) In any event, I was pretty darned happy to turn on the captioning while I was watching, though I think in a couple of weeks I'll be more acclimatized to the actors' speaking cadence and be able to follow fine on sound only.

Guess I'd better sign off for tonight, though, and get back to the kitchen. I started writing this entry around ten-ish this morning and it's nearly dinnertime tonight. Writing in spurts can be a royal pain in the butt!

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )