Sunday Confessions!

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Sunday Confessions!  If you're interested, link up with the lovely Alyx!

1.  I still haven't finished my Thanksgiving post.  Or any posts on the two Monkees concerts I went to.
I have pictures and everything -- the pictures are even on Picasa right now -- but I'm just Thanksgiving-ed out.  I just don't think I could ever adequately document something like this.  I was testy all day, and in the end everything was great, but I've just been in vacation mode since.

As for the Monkees concerts, Picasa won't "accept" the pictures from my phone for some reason.  It's total bullshit, I know.

2.  Sometimes I like to be public... sometimes I don't.
There are times when the (15) on my Facebook tab doesn't bother me.  But sometimes, I don't like to put it all out there -- and apparently, someone is keeping an eye on what I post on my blog -- I know that to be a writer means having to cringe occasionally, so I'm working on this.  As for the person that is scrutinizing everything I write and attempting to censor me (yes -- someone used the word "censor" pertaining to my blog):  Dude.  Get a fucking life.  If I point out that someone is being stupid, what do you suggest I do?  I don't make people look bad.  Those people make themselves look bad.  Nothing has happened to make anything better.  And I am not deleting this post for you.

I write what I think.  I send it "out there."  Get fucking over it.  If you don't want to be represented poorly, then don't be a fucking idiot.  

OH.  And I use curse words.  Fucking oops.  

3.  My nails look like shit now that Kate is gone.
She had this whole trendy thing of painting her nails one color, then painting a glittery polish on her ring fingers.  I started to do the same, but I painted the glitter crap on my middle fingers.  I just thought that I could show people something shiny while I'm flipping them off.

Now that she's gone, my nails are bare and bitten.

4.  Why does Candice Bergen get all the bitchy roles these days?
I just watched "Sex and the City" back to back with Sweet Home Alabama.  They have Ms. Bergen playing the ball-buster man-hating career woman both times.  Has it always been this way?

5.  I don't know what the fuck to do with my hair.
It's blond on the bottom.  It's dark brown/red on the top.  The red is from my dad's side, I think.  It's at an awkward length, and an even more-awkward state of damage from... let's see... cutting it all off, being unhappy with the length, then perming it, then bleaching it blond, then trying to dye it dark again (with only semi-permanent dye)...

I want my long, dark hair back.  


This needs to be said

I'll post about Thanksgiving later, but for now:

Vinny the Kitty

I met this cat tonight, who has a hematoma on his ear from some type of trauma.  His rescuer is very close to her goal for the cat's operation. She also had the cat neutered.  I can't very much afford to contribute; I just wanted to get the word out.


And now Thanksgiving, i.e. "Gourmet Thursday"

12:36:  The last handful of ice that I put into the brining mixture must have worked, because it's finally cool enough to DO ITS STUPID JOB.

I cut open the turkey's packaging and removed all the inside stuff -- those things went into a Tupperware for the fridge.  I also removed several chunks of ice, but that's pretty normal.  My hand, by this time, was red and not really functioning.  It... was pretty cold.

David held the brining bag while I rinsed the turkey off a bit.  I then placed the turkey breast down into the bag.  While I poured the brine mixture into the bag over the turkey, David thoroughly scrubbed the pan in which the turkey had thawed.  We sealed the bag, placed it back into the pan, and put it into the fridge.  I was so concerned about logistics that I forgot to put any more herbs into the bag first, but seriously -- who's going to eat my turkey tomorrow and think, "Oh wow, she obviously brined this with fresh rosemary and Turkish olive oil."

I might get up at some point during the night to rotate the turkey, as the brine doesn't cover the whole thing.  It is, however, breast side down, so I'm a little torn on that.

1:15:  #ReplaceSongTitlesWithTurkey is trending on Twitter, and I did my part (I was very clever, of course), but the more I read through the trend, the more the word "turkey" looks misspelled and... just increasingly weird.  I remembered that there was an actual explanation for that, so I'm now on Wikipedia while I take a break from nagging David and peeling eggs:  Semantic Satiation

1:19:  Also, Jamais vu.  The word "turkey" is so fucking weird.

11:35:  Taking a quick break to update.  I got up around 8:30, showered, and started getting the turkey ready.  And damn, that thing was heavy.  I put it in a pan, surrounded it with some veggies and broth, chocked it full of butter, garlic, and onions.  It's now in the oven.

I've got green beans in a crockpot instead of a skillet -- my mom gave me the idea when she said she was bringing asparagus with cream in a crockpot (which I'm really looking forward to).

David's home for lunch right now, and he's tidying up a bit (YAY THANK YOU) before heading back to work.

Everything is pretty relaxed right now, actually.  I do expect this to change.


Oh, and it so changed.  With David at work, I simply did not have enough hands.  I waited way too long to update for the rest of Thanksgiving, but I was extremely exhausted.

All the food, however, turned out delicious.  The turkey was moist and tender, all the dishes people brought were wonderful.  My green beans actually didn't do too well, but I didn't really care, because I was totally winging that dish.

That's my brother, being silly.  His eight-year-old daughter set the table, and I think she did a great job.


Thanksgiving Wednesday

I took the day off work to prepare for Thanksgiving. Our Internet keeps disregarding our service, so I'll just keep updating on my phone.

Tomorrow, I am hosting Thanksgiving for up to 16 people. omfg.

Yesterday, my dad took me shopping. I got ingredients for the following dishes:
- Cranberry, Sausage and Apple Stuffing (which I guess is technically "dressing" because I'm not stuffing the turkey with it)
- Cranberry Spinach Salad with walnuts and ingredients for the salad dressing
- Garlic Mashed Potatoes (red)
- spinach dip
- deviled eggs (my phone wanted me to say "devolved" eggs...not sure which is more true)
- green beans, which I'll whip up in a skillet
- rolls
- stuff for The Turkey That Ate Indiana. I got a 20.25 lb. turkey this year. I'm a bit nervous it might kill me in my sleep.

So today, David just went to the store and spent more money on alcohol, cleaning products, and tobacco than what my father spent on the food. I haven't lifted a finger yet, other than to watch Monkees episodes on YouTube and make some Easy Mac.

When he gets home, we're going to have lunch and then start cleaning, going from upstairs to down. I'm making some dishes today: the spinach dip, deviled eggs, salad dressing, and brine for the turkey (to be implemented tonight).

6:12:  Taking a break from cleaning.  Just brushed about ten pounds of cat hair off the dining room chairs.  Just realized we don't have anywhere near 16 chairs.  Some people will just have to sit on the table.  I never did get my act together enough to make a centerpiece that someone on Pinterest probably made from scratch.  Thing is, the only time I feel like going to Hobby Lobby is on Sundays.  OH and I didn't feel like it.

The only other thing I've done now besides clean (and watch the latest "My Drunk Kitchen") is drink a Rock Star and then fall out of commission for about twenty minutes because Rock Stars and Red Bulls make me hilariously sick to my stomach.  I say "hilarious" because even though I feel like puking, I'm still running around crazy-eyed and talking in half sentences, spraying Windex on random furniture (none of it made of glass).

Also, after David finished tidying up with the front porch, he walked in with a big yellow bag containing the phone book and was like, "What the fuck is this?"

7:12:  Did not deliberately try to update exactly an hour after my last one.

We've started cleaning the kitchen, because I don't think eating something from a stove that's covered in cat hair and dried marinara sauce is very appetizing... could just be me?

I've also started on some food:  I'm thawing the spinach for spinach dip (by putting the package in a bowl of warm water), and I've got the eggs in a stockpot, heating on the stove.  When that starts boiling, I'll remove it from heat, cover it, and let it sit for 17 minutes.  Boom, hard boiled eggs.  The difficult part is removing the shells from those bitches.  Not looking forward to that.  Last year, I had eggshell in my hair nearly all day.

Once the spinach is thawed, I'll need to drain the crap out of it.  I do this by wrapping it in paper towels and wringing it dry.  This process makes my sink look like a swamp.

I think I'll do the brining part last, because that works out practically with our cleaning schedule, but I know that it's really important to let the turkey brine for as long as possible.  I really should also check to see if it's thawed all the way.  But... but "Into the West" is on...

9:08:  I was boiling salt water to prepare the brine, and this happened:

The water boiled over, despite me using olive oil.  Oh well.  Another thing to clean.

David has been watching Avatar for a while now... I'm going to need to start nagging to get the living room, dining room, the rest of the kitchen, and back deck clean.  He has to do it tonight while I'm doing food prep because he has to work tomorrow.  HE HAS TO FREAKING WORK TOMORROW.  From 8 to "2-ish."  Son of a bitch.

I'll have to do everything myself all morning... which is okay, I guess, because that's how it was when I hosted my first Thanksgiving.

Meanwhile, the spinach dip is made and chilling in the fridge.  The hard boiled eggs are also chilling in the fridge for a while, because I just saw an article saying to chill them for much longer than I have in the past.  I'm hoping this will make them easier to peel.

I've gotta let the brine cool for a while.  Like reeeally cool.  I should've started it hours ago because of this, probably.  This is because you can't put a raw turkey in a warm brine.  Unless you want you and your guests to get sick, and in that case, you're kind of a twisted bastard.

Will start on the salad dressing soon.

11:05:  Salad dressing done.  BRINE STILL HOT.  I've put ice in it and everything.  House still not clean. :(

12:12:  House is much cleaner because I told David I was getting "nervous."  BRINE IS STILL FUCKING HOT.  WHAT THE FUCKIES.

I suppose I should now start a "Thanksgiving Thursday" post.


Bundle o' nerves

I have been freaking out all day because of this:  I'm going to see The Monkees in concert TONIGHT.


I haven't even posted about it because... hell, how do I even put it into words?


Veteran's Day and Sunday Confessions!

First, I'd like to say Happy Veteran's Day to my cousin/room mate/best friend David, who gets uncomfortable when people thank him for his service, but I like seeing a grown man squirm.

Thanks and whatnot, cuzzie
I also want to address the explosion that occurred on the south side of Indianapolis late last night.  They don't really know what happened, but apparently people felt the shockwave for miles (as far as Greenwood, I saw on Facebook).  I hope the survivors are doing okay, considering.

And now, my second ever Sunday Confessions!  This is super-fun, so if you'd like to do it, head on over to the lovely Alyx at Every Day is a New Adventure.

Here we go!
1.  I haven't been to the gym in way too long.  I busted up my knee about three weeks ago, and since I realized that the pain wasn't going away, I haven't been to the gym.  The doctor fitted me with a brace, and while the brace has since come off, I still can't put much pressure on my knee or bend it at a significant angle (e.g., sitting Indian style) without it hurting or feeling like it's "too stretched."  It's still pretty bruised.  My knee is also popping, and it feels so weird.  Mostly what I do at the gym is running on a treadmill and step class, which I obviously need my knees for, so I'm not sure what to do.  I'm considering using the pool, which is usually what David does -- something low impact but effective.  However, in the meantime, my exercise regimen has gone to shit.  

2.  Knowing that my exercise regimen has gone to shit, I still had pizza on Friday night.  But oh, come on!  It was my Friday night!  It's been friggin' grilled chicken Caesar salads all month!

3.  I don't like it when people call my ex-fiancĂ© a dick.  Yes, he did some dick things, but so did I.  Yes, he ended the relationship and called off the wedding, but I didn't exactly run after him.  Yes, I was the one that had to call up all the vendors to cancel, tell the guests, deal with the dresses -- but he also paid half the mortgage for two months when he wasn't staying at the house, and he made sure I was left with my fair share of the savings account.  It's been over two years, and I do still have some feelings about the matter and him, but it doesn't help that every time I bring him up (which is going to happen occasionally, as we were involved for like 6-7 years), someone calls him a dick or a douchebag.  He isn't.  

4.  On that note, I don't mind when people call all my other ex-boyfriends dicks.  They deserve it.  (There are one or two over the years that we remember fondly, mostly from high school.  You know who you are.)

5.  A "friend" from high school messaged me out of nowhere last week, saying that I was a huge bitch to him and that he hates me, and I was so upset that I cried while making dinner that night.  Just when I'm starting to be more social and make new friends, this happens.  Have I really burned that many bridges over the years?  But I then posted about it on Facebook, and apparently this "friend" has done the same thing to a few other people for little to no reason!  I also got messages from other people from my high school class, saying that they had my back and to not worry about him.  It was nice to see people sticking up for me -- I felt a lot better about my previous misanthropic nature.  :)  (It's also comforting to know that my nature is changing for the better.)  


A day of voting

12:13pm:  I'm at a church near my workplace to vote! I'm so excited. It's my third Presidential election.

12:40pm:  I voted!  I feel such a high right now.  I love voting; it's such a great feeling.  For the record, I voted for President Obama, and Donnelly for Senate (Mourdock dug his own grave by saying that rape was "God's will")... I don't remember much else, except that I always vote for Sheila Klinker as State Rep.  :)  I voted a mostly straight Democratic ticket except for the Republican politicians that didn't have an opponent.  It's an Indiana thing.

3:50pm:  I am ridiculously proud of my "I Voted" sticker on my sweater.  People that intrude on me are silenced by my stone cold stare and a pat on my awesome sticker.  This is hereby known as the "fuck you, get away from me if you don't have a sticker" sticker.

6:00pm:  Indiana polling places close.  I'm glued to Google's interactive election website.  I'm disappointed in Indiana, but over time, I'm happy to see that Vigo County, Indiana (which has only been wrong twice in Presidential elections) eventually goes blue.  :)  Several Indiana counties are indeed blue, which is nice.

10:02pm:  I get sick of projections, opinions, primary colors in general, pundits, interviews.  I get lost in Reddit and let David watch some show with terrible actors.

About 11:15pm:

11:51pm:  I won't relax until the projections are over and the President is officially announced.  But I'm damn glad I voted.

12:26am:  Still nervous.

12:37am:  I officially have heartburn.



What do I do when I know there is a blogger out there that is plagiarizing?  I discovered this yesterday, and I tried contacting 20sb.net, and their messages were helpful, but in the meantime, this person is getting more and more followers.

She has ripped off a video from Jenna Marbles AND from foodnetworkhumor.com -- both are almost verbatim.

I have been a writer for as long as I can remember, ever since I could write, and it makes me so pissed that someone would pass off someone else's intellectual property as her own.

I noticed that she deleted the post where she completely copied a Jenna Marbles video, probably because I kept commenting about her idiocy, but she still kept the post where she ripped off foodnetworkhumor.com on the show Cupcake Wars.  I don't know what to do.

EDIT:  Found another post of hers where she takes an excerpt straight from the book John Dies in the End.  Also, I'm outing her:  http://www.alliefghijk.blogspot.com/

DOUBLE EDIT:  She's now trying to claim that she was hacked.  Right.


Sunday Confessions Link Up

My very first Sunday Confessions!

First, I want to thank Alyx from Every Day is a New Adventure, who hosts the Sunday Confessions Link Ups, but she also took the time to email with me earlier today, showing me how to do this.  I really appreciate her walking me through the process, and I would suggest her blog to anyone.  She's funny and refreshing.

(my inner voice:  "Okay, Susie, so don't fuck this up.")

So my confessions:

1.  I didn't do anything this weekend.  Usually, I'll tidy up the downstairs or try a new recipe, but this weekend, I sat around, played Angry Birds on my phone, and watched movies in my pajamas.  I did, however, join my dad in visiting a historic landmark near my town.  Which brings me to #2...

2.  There is a battleground 15 minutes from where I live, and before today, I don't remember the last time I visited it.  It was the Battle of Tippecanoe, in November of 1811.  There is now a monument, gravestones, and a museum on site.  It was really interesting to see everything and read about it, especially now that I've seen Into the West.

We're assholes. 

The sign outside the museum
The monument

Trees in the battlefield.  Something I noticed:  Almost all the trees, about 3/4 of the way up, were curvy somehow, like they'd been damaged about... oh... 200 years ago.  It was fascinating once we noticed that all the trees in the battlefield had this going on, but none of the trees around the museum (outside the battlefield) did.

3.  I'm one of the biggest feminists that I know, but one of my dream jobs is to be just like one of those perfect 1950s housewives.  Really, I just want to know how to use hot rollers.

4.  I don't get the appeal of the song "Call Me Maybe."  David's confession would be that he loves that song.

5.  Sometimes I use frozen and canned vegetables.  Please don't judge... I know a lot of my blog has been about food...but... it's just a momentary lapse in judgment... but... OH GOD WHY


Socially awkward Susie

I met a guy last night that actually pronounced "America" as "MURRICA," and he wasn't trying to be funny.  Oh Indiana, you so silly.

So I've been on this quest to be more open to new friendships and use more energy in my current friendships because I'm afraid of no one coming to my funeral at some point, remember?  I've received many wonderful messages from my lovely readers (all eleven of you) -- some of you are in the same boat as I am, and some of you had some great advice that I plan to follow.  Some of that advice included joining clubs and being more active in the community, and I think that's an awesome idea.  I love to volunteer but haven't done it much since high school (we actually had a volunteering club in high school called S.T.R.I.V.E. -- "Students Teaching and Reaching In Volunteering Efforts"... kind of a stretch, I realize, but maybe someone REALLY wanted to call it S.T.R.I.V.E.).

My sister-in-law, for her birthday a couple years ago, did not ask for gifts but instead organized a Habitat for Humanity day where many of her friends and family painted a house in Franklin(?), Indiana.  I should be able to remember if it was Franklin, since that's where David was born, but whatevs.  I asked her at one point during the day what made her think of doing this, as it was a really cool birthday idea, and she shrugged and said, "I don't need any more 'things,' but other people do."

Maybe I'll do that for my birthday next year.  It doesn't even bother me that Habitat for Humanity is really a Christian ministry.  It used to, in my more militant days, bother me that organizations like that (and Alcoholics Anonymous, the larger organizations that do AIDS research, etc.) were religion-based, but then I was like, "dafuq, they help people," and I got over it.

Anyway, on to what I actually wanted to post about:  last night.

I discovered that, after years of not really trying to make friends, I may be completely socially inept.  Like a muscle that has atrophied after years of negligence, I have no idea how to talk to people.

I was at Kate's going away "party" (I put "party" in quotes because only a sadistic bastard like Kate would party at the thought of moving away) at a bar last night, and once my co-workers all left, I sat at the bar and waited for a cab, since David took the car home when he left pretty early on.

Last night, before I let my nerd flag fly

I decided to try to make friends, so I started talking to these guys next to me.  I'd noticed that they'd been kind of whispering to each other and... actually, to be honest, they seemed like they were a couple.  They said they were students, and I asked about that, and only one of them really talked to me, but he seemed uncomfortable most of the time.  So I stopped and watched the TV behind the bar instead, but right as I did that, the guy that hadn't been as social was all "bye" and then did that little pinched face that says "wow, you are reeeeally uncool."

So they left.  Apparently I was keeping them from something.  The bartender actually walked over to me when they left and said, "Don't take it personally.  I think they're a couple."  I wasn't trying to hook up with either of them, so that isn't what I would take personally -- it's that I was trying to just have a conversation with both of them, and that was some major uncoolness apparently.  Whatever.

But earlier in the night, I was talking to the wife of a co-worker about making friends.  She said that she, too, has a hard time finding people to hang out with and that she and her husband are constantly on the lookout for friends.

So what happens to me?  Socially retarded explosion.

"YOU GUYS SHOULD COME OVER SOMETIME!!  I can cook!  And we might have a badminton set in a closet somewhere!  AND WE HAVE A FIREPIT IN THE BACKYARD!!" I screamed at her, as her eyes got wider and wider.  And then she meekly replied, "Oh... okay."

Anyone seen the episode of How I Met Your Mother that describes how Lily and Marshall try way too hard at their dinner parties?  Yeah... I turned into the creepy "try the gouda!!!!!!" guy.


Better late than never, right?

I have a friend whose young daughter sounds like a broken record at social gatherings:
Her:  "The other kids don't want to play with me."
Us:  "How do you know?  Did you try playing with them?"
Her:  "They don't want to play what I want to play."
Us:  "Why don't you play whatever they're playing?"
Her:  "I triiiied.  They won't let me play with them. :( :( :("

Now, considering one of the kids that she's talking about is one of my nieces, who will play with just about anybody, I kind of doubt the accuracy of this little girl's story.  My niece is still human, and little kids can be mean, but I'm doubting the story because this conversation occurs every.  single.  time.  It even happened when there was a babysitter for the kids during the party, and this babysitter was literally having them all play in a group:  she was either telling a story to all of them at once, or she was saying "let's all play this," etc.  I'm saying absolutely no kid was left out, but this little girl left herself out.

The adults try the best they can to encourage her to go play with the other kids, but nothing ever seems to suit her.  So what ends up happening is she plays by herself with a pouty face on, the other kids do their thang in a group together, and now the adults have to keep an eye on both her and the kid-group in different places because the little girl asks the adults to play with her instead.  And the adults don't want to play with her.  The adults want to drink.

Over the last several days, I have realized that I am that little girl.  A whiny, pouty 28-year-old that complains about no one ever inviting her out, no one sitting with her at lunch, no one ever doing what she wants to do; when that's not happening, she's shitting all over everyone else's plans and acts better than everybody.  I used to think that it's because I don't have anything in common with people my age.  But now I just think that I'm not trying hard enough.  I actually haven't been trying at all -- my attitude was like, "Why should I have to try to make friends?  I'm awesome.  They're just dumb.  I wouldn't want to be friends with them anyway.  We're nothing alike."

Plus, I'm kind of a misanthropic bitch while I'm at work.  So even if they were like me, I wouldn't want to be around them anyway.

So I'm turning over a new leaf.  I'm going to put more effort into making friends.  I'm going to be.../cringe...nicer.  More outgoing. 

I'd start by going to my co-workers' weekly Happy Hour tonight for the first time, but I don't think they're having one this week.  Kate's going away party is tomorrow night, so I'll have to begin there. 

I'm still a little stuck, though.  I haven't tried to make friends in 20 years -- you know, when the prerequisite for friendship was, "Do you like vanilla pudding?  I like vanilla pudding!"  What is your advice for making friends as an adult?