Angela Law

animal lover, gardener, knitter, and gourmet cook
 

the life of david gale

I know it’s becoming cliche, but we had another movie and a Margarita night Friday evening. The movie was pretty good. I really wanted to see it when it was at the theater, but had since forgotten the plot. It is so much more enjoyable to watch a movie and have no idea what it’s going to be about. I should do that more often. Anyway, I thought it was a pretty cool movie. And it just goes to show that if more men could keep their dick in their pants, they could make their lives a whole lot easier.

The FlickFilosopher and I haven’t been agreeing on much these days. She didn’t like the movie.

the saturation point

Brian has finally gotten sick of watching Friends. I never thought I’d see the day. One day last week, I caught him watching reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond. I found that odd seeing that Friends was on at the time. The same thing happened again today, so I inquired about it. It turns out that he’s sick of watching it. I guess seeing each episode eight times will do that to you. I actually still think the show is funny, but I don’t watch it anywhere near as much as he does–I’ve probably only seen each episode six times a piece.

that rodent prognosticator

Punxsutawney Phil predicted another six weeks of winter today. Doesn’t he usually? Seeing that we haven’t even had six weeks of winter yet this year, it’s hard to complain about the forecast. I’m just glad we got through January. I hate that month. Not that February has that much going for it weather-wise, but at least the weather usually clears up by the end of the month.

it’s taxing

I’m done with our taxes. Sort of. The local and state taxes have been submitted. The federal ones are just about ready to go. (I’m still waiting on one of my forms. sheesh.) Thank God for TurboTax. We will be getting a few dollars back–enough to cover our upcoming yearly garbage bill and then some, anyway. That’s pretty much what I shoot for–getting a few dollars back. I don’t understand these people who get all excited about getting a bunch of money back from the government (otherwise known as an interest-free loan to your Uncle Sam). Maybe you ought to adjust the withholdings on your W-4 form and not get so much money taken out of your paycheck. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather have a fatter paycheck year-round than get my money refunded to me when I file my taxes. Of course, given how low interest rates are right now, it probably doesn’t matter.

family dinner 2005

Well, the annual dinner with the parents occurred this evening. As I mentioned yesterday, we did an Italian theme this year. For appetizers, I made an antipasto tray consisting of prosciutto, soppressatta, genoa salami, capacola, marinated fresh mozzarella, provolone, giardiniera, green olives, marinated artichoke hearts, roasted red bell peppers and Parmesan crisps. Drinks were served, of course. The options were vodka and squirt or homemade wine (Carmenere/Malbec and Symphony).

For the main course, we had Italian stuffed chicken breasts, herbed orzo, roasted asparagus, and a herb/mesclun salad. Amaretto-chocolate pudding with raspberries and whipped cream was for dessert. I haven’t eaten in hours and I’m still stuffed (and I didn’t even have dessert. of course, I could’ve easily made a meal just from the antipasto).

A good time was had by all. It’s kind of nice to get together this way once a year without something else hanging over our heads (like birthdays, holidays, weddings, etc.) Next year, I’m thinking of pushing the dinner back to later in the year, say March. As I mentioned yesterday, the tradition started because of the Thanksgiving turkey that Brian’s employer gives out every year. But, we’ll probably be able to use that up from now on because we’ve put ourselves into the holiday hosting rotation. Anyway, we had the dinner in January because I didn’t want to hold onto that turkey forever. But January is so close to the holidays that it would be nicer, I think, to have it a little later in the year. We’ll see.