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elfsWell, work was okay today. We made our performance numbers, my contribution was appreciated (and really thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kendaer for porting my changes back to the distribution branch!) and all my major bugs are dead and the minor ones are at least crawling around with a few legs missing.
I hurtled home after closing down the last couple of bugs and taking some serious stabs at necessary performance improvements that we'll need before we start delivering this project to people who keep millions of files in their directories. I picked up Omaha and the girls and we immediately headed back up to Seattle to drop her off at her radio show, then a more lesiurely trip back home while both kids passed out in their carseats. We stopped at the supermarket and while Yamaarashi-chan woke up without complaint, Kouryou-chan was a bear. She cried incessantly in the store, and I had to hold her while we shopped. You have no idea how hard it is to use a self-checkout with a crying child in one arm.
When we got back into the car, Yamaarashi-chan started singing a very silly song about being all sorts of different animals and this caught Kouryou-chan's attention enough that she stopped crying. At least until we got home. She still needed some consoling.
Right now, there's Heather on the CD, there's pasta sauce (fresh basil, too much garlic, sweet onions) simmering on the stove and a pot of salted water heating up to boil ravioli, I have a nice glass of wine in hand (it's good for the heart don'cha know), the girls are happily playing in the back yard, the weather is beautiful. Yeah, there's a wasps' nest under the gargage eave and there's gardening to do, but right now I'm just sitting back and enjoying my life, having smart, healthy kids and a beautiful, tenacious, brilliant wife, an okay house in an okay neighborhood, and despite the usual economy and job jitters I think I'm doing okay.
After dinner, of which the girls ate enough and just barely enough (which is odd, because they both love ravioli and sauce), I gave them a treat of a handful of M&M's each and we played a few rounds of Go Fish (that must be an old illo, because the cards don't look anything like that). I had to reprimand Yamaarashi-chan twice because she kept looking over at Kouryou-chan's cards.
They're running about before I get them ready to bed, and I've discovered that having them both has its trade-offs. On the one hand, I have a little more free time because they play with one another, and they're almost equals in many ways. On the other hand, when either one has a crisis, my stress level doubles because I have to deal with both of them. Still, they're both great kids... when they're not having crises.
And now it's time to get them into pajamas.
kendaer for porting my changes back to the distribution branch!) and all my major bugs are dead and the minor ones are at least crawling around with a few legs missing.I hurtled home after closing down the last couple of bugs and taking some serious stabs at necessary performance improvements that we'll need before we start delivering this project to people who keep millions of files in their directories. I picked up Omaha and the girls and we immediately headed back up to Seattle to drop her off at her radio show, then a more lesiurely trip back home while both kids passed out in their carseats. We stopped at the supermarket and while Yamaarashi-chan woke up without complaint, Kouryou-chan was a bear. She cried incessantly in the store, and I had to hold her while we shopped. You have no idea how hard it is to use a self-checkout with a crying child in one arm.
When we got back into the car, Yamaarashi-chan started singing a very silly song about being all sorts of different animals and this caught Kouryou-chan's attention enough that she stopped crying. At least until we got home. She still needed some consoling.
Right now, there's Heather on the CD, there's pasta sauce (fresh basil, too much garlic, sweet onions) simmering on the stove and a pot of salted water heating up to boil ravioli, I have a nice glass of wine in hand (it's good for the heart don'cha know), the girls are happily playing in the back yard, the weather is beautiful. Yeah, there's a wasps' nest under the gargage eave and there's gardening to do, but right now I'm just sitting back and enjoying my life, having smart, healthy kids and a beautiful, tenacious, brilliant wife, an okay house in an okay neighborhood, and despite the usual economy and job jitters I think I'm doing okay.
After dinner, of which the girls ate enough and just barely enough (which is odd, because they both love ravioli and sauce), I gave them a treat of a handful of M&M's each and we played a few rounds of Go Fish (that must be an old illo, because the cards don't look anything like that). I had to reprimand Yamaarashi-chan twice because she kept looking over at Kouryou-chan's cards.
They're running about before I get them ready to bed, and I've discovered that having them both has its trade-offs. On the one hand, I have a little more free time because they play with one another, and they're almost equals in many ways. On the other hand, when either one has a crisis, my stress level doubles because I have to deal with both of them. Still, they're both great kids... when they're not having crises.
And now it's time to get them into pajamas.
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Say again?
Date: 2003-08-19 04:31 am (UTC)Re: Say again?
Date: 2003-08-19 02:46 pm (UTC)Re: Say again?
Date: 2003-08-19 03:38 pm (UTC)As it was, I barely noticed the difference.
Ah, well.
Re: Say again?
Date: 2003-08-19 05:01 pm (UTC)Re: Say again?
Date: 2003-08-19 05:21 pm (UTC)Re: Say again?
Date: 2003-08-19 05:27 pm (UTC)Heck, when I informed the kids that their favorite foods (pasta sauce, lentil stew) usually include onions, their reaction was "Yuck!"
Re: Say again?
Date: 2003-08-19 05:46 pm (UTC)To which my parents said: "Yuck!"
Of course, nowadays, I don't do that, and not just because of stinky breath.
But then, even as a kid, my food tastes were strange (I liked broccoli and spinach, e.g.).
All kids like different things to eat, and most of them are picky about it; it's a law of nature.
Just wait till they go thru the hotdogs-and-bread stage. (My sister mainly ate hotdogs and bread for about a year and a half; from what I understand, that's a fairly common food choice at certain ages).
-Malthus
Re: Say again?
Date: 2003-08-19 06:21 pm (UTC)Re: Say again?
Date: 2003-08-19 06:28 pm (UTC)Re: Say again?
Date: 2003-08-19 05:33 pm (UTC)The way I roast mine:
1. Whack the top off so you're seeing most of the cloves inside. If you cut too much off, just take the bits of the cloves in the top and use them in something else.
2. Drizzle with a little bit of olive oil. Salt if desired.
3. Wrap in foil (I like the new non-stick kind) and bake at about 400 for half an hour or so, or until the cloves inside get soft.
Be very careful when you're taking the cloves out of the head. This stuff is terribly hot and like paste, so if it gets on your skin it'll stick.
It's worth the hassle though - especially if you're making garlic bread.