delectable insect-able...

i ate grasshoppers last night at my SAL gals bday din. they were delish. crunchy, slightly sour, and almost wood tasting. i am having a hard time placing the exact taste actually - but this will get easier the more exotic things i try.




my dream of becoming the female anthony bourdain is beginning to be realized...

what's next? scorpion skewers? moose balls? owl's brains? or just whatever i can find in the oh-so-unglamourous and un-exotic san jose? (<------ i think it's the latter.)

ingrid michaelson...

have i found my doppelganger...?



www.myspace.com/ingridmichaelson

valentines, dip and hawthorne...

for the superbowl, i made 6-layer dip. refried beans, sour cream, cheese, olives, tomatoes and avocado. (what is the 7th layer???) i threw in a handful of chopped onions, just in case. so i guess it was 6 1/2 layer dip. either way, it was delicious. and it was, of course, the highlight of the day, as neither the russian nor i actually give two figs about football. he watches the superbowl for the commercials - i watch it for the food and beer.


friday i left work early and came home to make valentines...


it's a good thing i only have a few friends, 'cause as much as i enjoy making cards, that shit takes Forever, and kills my back. i had to take a soma with a glass o' whine once i was done.

tonight i finished reading Nathaniel Hawthorne's The House of the Seven Gables. while the story turned out to be okay, i'm not sure that it was as good as the cover led me to think it would be...

still - i would recommend it, if you are in the mood for a lot of wordy description and very little dialogue. just don't get mislead by the cover - it's not as mysterious or creepy as you might think... i guess it's my fault though - i am notorious for judging a book by it's cover (literally).

rain, rain, go away...

ummm, doesn't The Weather know that it is Not Allowed to rain on my birthday???

chew on this...

when my mom turned 30, she had a 9 year old, a 5 year old and a 1 year old.

i'll be 30 in 2 weeks.

i have 2 cats.

i'm okay with it - it's just weird.

can i handle the truth?

myspace now has an app called the *truth box*. just for fun, i decided to install it. a month later, i finally figured out how to retrieve the messages. besides the test message i sent myself ("i think you are just fine and dan-dee...") there were three others.

there is the expected perverse reply - "i want to grab that ass! :0)"

the pervert who put a little more effort into it - "I want to wear you like a feed bag and eat that sweet poon tang like it's my last meal on earth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !" ahhh. i always do appreciate some good 13-year-old-boy sense of humor.

and my personal favorite, because it's the most hurtful (or at least the most annoying) which to me means the most honest, i suppose - "the beach is overrated. just like your default picture"

huh. possibly true. the beach is overrated - i agree with that. but as for the picture - i'll let you decide...

three things (plus one)...

1. i have no idea why borders is selling kitchen towels, but i bought these today. so cute! and even better - half off!



hades is enjoying them too.



2. keanu reeves is a terriible, TERRIBLE actor. (the russian is watching point break...)

3. i bought this yesterday.


i'm officially OLD.



pS - my feet were killing me on new years. i seriously felt crippled. Torture!!!


otherwise though, the night was gorgeous!