Tater2106's Open Salon Blog

Cabin Fever

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 00:03:15 -0400

Do you ever feel like you just don't belong where you are? I've had that feeling for quite a while now. It's like I don't fit where I live. All the fun things have been done, all the new places are now old, and all the people worth meeting here have been met.

I think there is somewhere else that God wants me to be. At least I'm hoping that is it, because I've got a major case of cabin fever. "Hurry up and wait" has become my unwanted motto. The job search is still on, but nothing has come of it yet. Where I end up working will dictate where I go. Being near family is quite preferable because I need some familiarity, but a change of scene will do me good.

Mom had me make chocolate covered strawberries today. My fellow culinarians will be proud of me because I used a double-boiler to melt the chocolate instewad of a microwave. Want to get bitch-slapped? Melt chocolate in the microwave. Want to get bitch-slapped AND the People's Elbow? Stick the microwaved chocolate in the fridge afterward.

Speaking of food. Barefoot Contessa is one of my favorite cooking shows. One of my life's dreams is to spend a day cooking with Ina Garten. That woman is my hero. She makes the best marshmallows.

It Will Get Better

Tue, 20 Mar 2012 19:03:12 -0400

It happened yesterday, folks. After nearly 5 years, I broke up with my boyfriend. The long and the short of it is that he was going in one direction and I in the other. I feel scared, sad, relieved, and weird. Being single is a whole new territory for me. I'm not sure what to do with myself; what I should do first to get my life back on track.

For those of you who may become angry at me when reading this: I understand. But you must understand this: I need to be happy, and I'm going to do what makes me happy.

I'm not mad at him. I loved him. And I still do. It hurts.

More than one person has told me that it will hurt for a while. But they also said that it will get better. So I'm going to take things one minute, one hour, and one day at a time.

Please pray for me, readers. This is painful.

A Poem for Those Who Need It

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 00:03:46 -0400

Tough Love

To gain love is to gain the world

Triumph in it's most earnest form.

It's given by another who does not

feel defeated, but won.

To give love is a brave and new act.

Powerful and selfless upon whom it's bestowed.

By God's hands it's molded, by humans it's shouldered.

We gladly reap what He's sewed.

Love is a burden we long to bare.

It's a sadness that we ache to feel.

And a happiness that we constantly seek.

Because we hope to be hoplessly head over heels.

Though undescribable. Love is known, yet unbelievable.

His gift cannot and should not be understood.

And if it could be, who would want to know?

Love is the troublesome trek to discover something good.

-cv 3/13/12

Weekend with the grandparents

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 19:03:04 -0400

I just got back from a mini-vacation at my grandparents' house in Michigan. I love Michigan. I love my grandparents. So all went well. End of post.

Not so fast, readers. You think you can get away this easily? Not so fast! Watch as I snare you with my wit and gouge you with my sharpened vocabulary. THERE IS NO ESCAPE!!! CUE SINISTER AND EVIL LAUGHTER!! Oh, wait...I should have used asterisks for that part, huh? My bad.

Anyway, all was not well during my time with grandma and grandpa. I had the great misfortune of coming down with the nasty cold that is being passed around ever so generously the day before I left. I warned my grandparents, appologized profusely, and all but diminished their supply of Dayquil and Nyquil. I also made sure to wash my hands alot and not share utensils. If either of them gets sick I'm going to feel so guilty.

On the bright side, I had a steak dinner, made wild grape jelly with grandpa, and had roast duck for the first time ever.

And guess what else? My left ear just came unplugged. Stupid cold. It really messes my heard up.

Resident Evil Cake

Thu, 8 Mar 2012 13:03:09 -0500

Good day, March 8! I hear you have birthdays that need celebrating. Well, I can help you out.

Today is my man's birthday along with his mother's. Pretty nifty, huh? Tonight their family is going out to a fancy Japonese place where they throw food at you. It's great. One of my favorite eateries, in fact. Do I use too many commas, readers? Sometimes I'm not sure...

Anyway, I'm making them both huge collages of which I spoke of in previous posts. They're coming along nicely. And I'm making a cake for my guy: spice cake with cream cheese frosting. Nom nom nom...

He asked for only one present: the new Resident Evil game. I think it's Racoon City or something...and I can't get it for him because I don't have any !@#$ money to spare. Why does just about everything cost money these days?!

*disgruntled sigh*

I'll find a job. Hopefully soon. And things will be different. I'll find something else to complain about. ;)

That brief interlude above was a segway, readers. I'm going to tell you what I'm doing to get around the dilemma that I just presented to you. I still want to make my guy happy, but I don't want to break the bank. So in lieu of the videogame, I'm going to decorate the cake all Resident Evilish. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Resident Evil, it is a survival horror game complete with blood, violence, zombies, scary music, half-naked chicks with guns, and more guns. A man's dream. It's actually pretty neat to watch, but I could never play it because I'm a scaredy-cat.

The story is different in each game of the franchise, but there is one thing that they all have in common: Umbrella Corp. *cue dramatic music* Umbrella Corporation is a pharmaceutical company that only exists within the Resident Evil realm (so no freaking out). Basically, they create a virus that leaks out and contaminates the surrouding environment. It turns people and dogs (and maybe other animals, I'm not sure) into lifeless, mutated, yucky zombies.

The logo for the Umbrella Corp is a simple red and white umbrella. That is what I'm going to put on top of the cake. And maybe some raspberry or strawberry jam dripping down the sides of the cake to look like blood. Yeah, my guy would get a kick out of that.

Yeah, I know that the explanation of the game and it's contents was unnecessary. Things could have been easier had I just said I'm going to put an umbralla on a cake and leave it as that. But that wouldn't have been as fun or interesting. It's about the trip, man, not about the destination.