what a crazy, fucked up world.
I’ve been having such a crazy, fucked up week. Since last Wednesday I’ve had this horrible ‘icky’ feeling that I just couldn’t shake. There’ve been a few things that weren’t so great – Adrian is working longer hours, we see so very little of each other, it feels, and what time we do have we try to use to get some sleep. It sucks. We’re close, but we can’t be close at the moment.
In random news, I’m in the french/bilingual newspaper for Vancouver, The Source. If you click on the picture, it will take you to the front page, and you can click on the top article and there I am. With two really effing cute little dogs. And I look pretty cute, too, even with the weird look on my face. Am I talking? Belching? Crying? I have no idea. Apparently, the article is about pet ownership. Dood, they weren’t even my dogs. Some random guy had cute dogs, so I petted them. And now I’m famous!
On Saturday, Da Diva, my friend Hillary and I went to Squamish to look around and hike. We made it just past the beginning of peak one – the BEGINNING, mind you – and we couldn’t take much more. So we just took it easy and hiked around the area, then back to the car. Then we explored. We almost wandered onto some Indian territory, then we found a stables. “Horses!” I squealed, until I found out they were mean, feral horses. I’m likely exaggerating about the feral part, but they scared me – and I’m willing to overlook a LOT for a four legged animal.
Oh, and then we had a beer at the Shady Tree Pub. It was lovely. My hair looked like ass, and some random dood hit on me. Yay.
Sunday was the First Knitting Tea Party. I will expound upon this later. It was great. Truly wonderful – I have assembled a crack team of amazing girlfriends here in Vancouver. I feel complete.
Today, however, sucked. I got the mail, and there was only one piece. For me. From Immigration.
I actually got rejected. They said ‘rejected’. I’m going to post the letter later, but right now I feel like I’m going to fucking vomit, and I don’t feel like that’s an undue response.
Filed under daily, life, whatnot | Comments (10)my version of beef chow mein
Maigen’s Beef Chow Mein
* 1 pound tenderized steak
* 2 tablespoons Soy sauce
* 2 tablespoons Oyster Sauce
* 1 tablespoon Sugar
* 1 tablespoon molasses
* 5 Fresh mushrooms
* 2 c or 1/3 pound Bean sprouts
* 1 small can water chestnuts
* 2 stalks celery, sliced thin
* 2 carrots, sliced thin
* 1 can or 8 oz beef broth
* 2 tablespoons Cornstarch
* 1 teaspoon cooking oil, such as canola
* 1 six ounce package chow mein noodles
Directions:
Cut beef into 1 inch cubes. Mix the soy sauce, sugar, oyster sauce and molasses together and mix well, then ad the beef and marinate for 10 minutes, longer for more flavor. Wash and slice the mushrooms, rinse and drain the bean sprouts. In a separate bowl, mix the cornstarch and beef stock together.
Drain the beef reserving the marinade. Heat the oil and stir fry the beef for 4 to 5 minutes. Add the cornstarch mixture and remaining marinade, vegetables and chow mein noodles; bring to a boil stirring constantly. Turn heat down, simmer for 20 minutes or until noodles are cooked through.
Serve with rice, either plain or seasoned with rice vinegar (like sushi rice).
Serves 4 with leftovers.
Filed under feeling crafty | Comment (1)seriously though, I have to admit this:
I’m a bit of a chickenshit.
No. Wait. Back up the gravy train, because I’m already lying. I’m quite a bit more than a bit of a chickenshit. I’m a complete wuss. What really sucks is when you’re in this state of utter, worthless wussiness is when you don’t know what you’re being so damned wussy about.
I’ve been working feverishly on my first FIRST column for intrepid media as their newest Staff Writer. (I capitalized those two words because I really do capitalize them in my head.) (for now at least, I do.) I’m terrified that it’s going to suck. Granted, despite the suckiness of some of my lazy blog posts, I haven’t turned out a column in the last year (upon which I spent time writing and proofreeding) that sucked.
See! That last sentence was so unbearably forthright, confident and in your face. But yet, I can’t seem to bring myself to go for what I want.
What I want is to be a writer for the Georgia Straight. It’s the magazine here in Vancouver (maybe Washington?) whose audience is my target audience, whose moxie is just like my moxie, whose readers would totally love me! (I think. I’m pretty sure. But that unsurety is what’s holding me back.)
I really am itching to step up to the plate and knock one out of the park. But I think I’m scared of … “No.”
Over the next month, I’m going to do my best to post consistently awesome articles that are engaging, intriguing and relevant – in my own style. If I feel they’re up to it, I’m going to march my happy little (scared) ass down to the offices on Burrard Street (see, I have no excuse, they’re like five minutes away) and ask to see someone important.
I know I’ve got it in me. And the motivation is good. So I’m going to suck it up and just do it.
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