What?

Yo. I am slowly, but surely, becoming a data management master. I am CURRENTLY the master of Mrs. T's pierogis. And maybe salad, too. I need some writing inspiration. Where's a muse when you need one??

In the meantime,

Dear Beyonce,

    Please teach me how to booty pop. Or dance in general. It looks like fun. Thanks.

-Me

PS: About "Run The World" - don't tell me girls run the world while you represent women and roll around in the sand, scantily clad. The girls in your video run the dance club for sure, though. :)

You probably won't die if you get shot

Alaskan Pollock atop a bed of romaine, carrots, broccoli, cauliflower, mushrooms, green pepper, and cheese. Salad. Success. Hooray! Who knew I could be so domestic? I've gone from "man who cooks = best thing ever" to "Me who cooks = best thing ever". Perhaps I'm a real adult now. Ha.

Watched Battle Royale tonight. Those kids need to learn how to fake-die better. Also, word of advice for the future, you CAN get shot tens of times before your body cares to notice. So please do whatever activities you may have planned that could result in your being shot. You might be able to finish them (ex. robbing a bank, stealing a car, stepping on the wrong gang's turf, etc.). The end.

I'm watching...

Pretty Woman. 'nuff said. If I were her, the knight could totally say, "Come on, baby, I'll put you up in a great condo." Especially after he bought me thousands of dollars worth of clothes, took me to see an opera, and sexed me on a piano. What a crazy hooker to say no!!! :-P

Cook in the making. II.

Yesterday was bread pudding with 12-grain bread. The best bread. I got the recipe from my Momma who got it from a cookbook somewhere. The recipe called for 4 eggs and 2 cups of milk - I only had 3 eggs so I cut the milk down to 1.5 cups. I think the pudding turned out a little drier than it was supposed to, but the idea of super slimy, mushy bread freaks me out so I'll keep it that way. I have to add more than 1/2 tsp. cinnamon, though.

That's all for now.