honesty*rain

My sister doesn’t get me. She and I are incredibly different people. We’re just built differently. The way she’s built doesn’t allow for differences in others. She cannot understand why I have never wanted to be exactly and precisely just like her. I’ts not arrogance on her part. It’s not knowing that there could be any other way.

She was one of those girls who wanted to play house. Not uncommon. I, on the other hand, feared house. I felt terror at the very thought of it. I resisted anything typically female and vowed I would never cook a turkey as long as I lived.

When first living on my own I was probably a pretty predictable twenty-something. I ate mac and cheese with chips crumbled on top, I drank things that came in plastic bottles and my bedroom floor looked like it had been the victim of a laundry room accident.

When my sister was twenty she cooked Shake and Bake chicken for her family when they came for dinner parties. I was 13 at the time.

After Dan came to live with me in my single-girl-can’t-cook-doesn’t-want-to apartment things started to change. He didn’t want to eat mac and cheese with chips crumbled on top (which? hello? the hell?). In the beginning he did most if not all of the cooking. And I was all, wow, real food, neat.

Needless to say he didn’t intend to do all the cooking forever. Because while Dan is a GREAT guy he is also a primarily lazy guy and all this daily cooking was getting on his very last nerve. I was asked to step it up. I did. With the plan that we could share the cooking responsibilities. I now cook about 90% of our meals.

I’ve become a woman. Dammit.

The internet has been a great resource for me on this cooking to womanhood journey with so many and varied websites out there. I use foodtv.ca a lot and cooks.com too for those random recipe searches. But I also like a well put together food blog where people like me cook things, take pictures and post recipes online. One such blog I liked was Easy Eats only Easy Eats stopped posting a while back. Bummer.

Now I’ve come across what is already a successful cooking blog. Smitten Kitchen is awesome and although I have yet to cook anything from the site I like to window shop. I may actually be trying the recipe for buttermilk and chive biscuits (scroll about half way dwon that post to see the recipe) today if I can find time between the baking of pumpkin pies.

It’s Canadian Thanksgiving Day Weekend.

I have certainly come a long way and if my mother were still alive she would fall over dead as can be from the shock of seeing me in the kitchen doing something other than whining that i don’t liiiiiiike that. It’s a lot like hell froze over, this me cooking thing. I have yet to cook a turkey though. Being a vegetarian lets me hold true to that one anti typical female stronghold. Dan cooks the meat. He can be the girl for that job.

If you haven’t been to Smitten Kitchen, go. You’ll like.

The friday writing update will now formally take place Saturdays. Because I don’t think I’ve ever done it Friday and why fight nature.

The title of this week’s writing update should be: Excuses, Excuses.

I wrote but little. I had hoped to increase my daily word count from 1000 to 1500 which would have meant a weekly total of 7500. Actual total: 2700. Fell short. Excuses to follow.

On Tuesday I had to have a nap because I was up most of the previous night. Blame Dan’s snoring. Don’t worry, if it happens again he is getting a one way ticket to sleeping in the basement. That or he’ll wake up with a pillow over his face.

Wednesday, back to it. Or so I thought but HAHA, no. It turns out I was chosen as a parent supervisor for Jacob’s class fieldtrip and totally forgot.

Thrusday. I actually don’t remember what my - oh, wait, I do. Had to shop for Dan’s birthday presents. It’s his birfday today (Saturday). Blame Dan AGAIN. He’s out to get me!

Friday: 1500 words. Horrah!

Feeling a little like the writing sucks giant writing ass this week. I am dying to go back and rewrite every single word. Or to at least comfirm my suspicion that it’s all crap. But I won’t this time. Because I know it’s the wrong thing to do. I can confirm crappiness when all words are written. And just think of the satisfaction in rereading a whole LOT of crappiness!

I suck, I think.

Crisis of confidence. Comes from not having actually been writing all week. Also comes from fact that am realizing the novel sucks huge ass. Because I am not developing subcharacters well enough. And am using the word ‘then’ far too much which is a sign of moronocy. Which is so a word. Look it up, knowitall.

Next week I will do better. Er. Betterer. No field trips that I know of. Although the kdis are off school Monday for Canadian Thanksgiving. Let me get that bit done early:

Monday next: ZERO WORDS.

I am going to try to write some this weekend to make up for the week’s shortcomings. We’ll see. No pressure on weekends. Apparently, no pressure weekday either. HAZZAH!

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Sir Steven Smith, you’re my new best friend. You’re totally welcome for being part of your completely random (Imagine my luck! All the email addresses in the world! Mine is chosen!) email lottery. I kinda wish it was more like eighty frillion British pounds, to be honest. Because if you’re going to host a fake lottery I see no reason to go cheap. I mean, imagine my excitement at eighty frillion, Sir Steven Smith. Imagine the joy.

I won three hundred and fifty dollars at bingo once and they wanted to know my gender too. I had to pull down my pants. It’s a money winning requirement in most countries.

You know, most reputable businesses and lottery companies etcetera have their email addresses through hotmail. Everyone knows that is the first sign of respectability.

(I think I’ll dial that number. I bet it’s a chinese takeaway.)

Took me long enough buy I’ve finally watched Grey’s Anatomy from last week. I KNOW. The season premiere and I JUST watched it? Have I lost my everloving mind? What exactly the hell?

I think it’s because I want to make it last. Like I know it’s there and if I watch it it’ll be over and I kind of think I don’t want it to be over. Isn’t that dramatic? And not just a little pathetic?

I KNOW.

But I’ve watched it now and even though a hundred people have said they didn’t think it was any heck I DISAGREE. I think it was lovely. George loves Izzy too! And even though Meredith continues to be a total flake (breaking up woth Derek! madness!) they do end up in bed and that’s something. Although I don’t really care if they break up. As long as he’s there I’m happy.

I’m super happy because now I only have to wait ONE DAY to see the next episode. A benefit from waiting so long to watch the last. Only, let’s be honest. I’ll end up waiting to watch tomorrow’s episode just as long.

I KNOW.

Now what do you all think of the epsiode? If you can remember back that far.

I’ve just added my name to the list over at nablopomo. I did it last year too but ran out of things to say. My mother, were she alive, would find that absolutely unlikely. Still, true. It only took me 37 years, Mom, to run out of things to say.

I’m joining for this site but also for interskew because I think it’ll get me posting over there if I feel like I kinda hafta.

Are you guys joining?