liminal_space | Sweet, Sexy Saturday

mister is on call and had a rough night. :( he said the vendor support for one of the products they are using was in rare, horrible form last night -- dropped calls, very thick accents, and tropical birds/loud music in the background. he got to go to sleep around 4 then was up again to do ranch-hand chores at 7:15. poor dude. silver lining guy that he is, he pointed out there was double time in some of the stuff he did, so yay? luckily, nights like last night don't happen all that often.

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so, the roast.

what is it about me and cooking beef that just doesn't click? :( i followed the recipe and it wasn't falling apart like it was supposed to. the flavor is good, and it will be fine for me (overcooked is usually a plus in my book!) because all i want is a hot roast beef sammich with horseradish. with red onions. YUM.

anyway, it's a small roast, so the most that will get frozen is four servings which is nice. i hate freezing a lot of food since i always forget what's in the freezer.

speaking of freezers, i have been taking organic lemons, scrubbing them with baking soda or salt (a little trick i learned from my youtube japanese best friend and other asian cooks), letting them dry, then slicing them into circles and freezing them for drinks. i like mine in water. kid likes hers in a fizzy fruit drink i make her. husband says he doesn't care one way or another about them, so he doesn't get any.

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the kid is going to a public pool w/friends at 12:30 today. i hope that there is no code brown while she's there -- she will be emotionally scarred lol.

i sometimes regret that we didn't follow a path that would have led us to a house with a pool; i grew up with one and it was a way to forge friendships AND spend solitude time. yeah, at 10 my parents "let" me swim alone (i would just go w/o asking, which is similar to what my 5 year old self did w/horses...i'd just saddle up, lead them to a rock, and climb on. i'm so lucky i'm not dead.) and i would just float and daydream and get crispy from the pool chemicals and the sun. when i hit my teen years, i combated the crusty with hawaiian tropic no-spf oil.

during the summer, there was always a rainbow of oil slicked across the pool. it used to piss my dad right off. =D

not that i am a believer in astrology, BUT...my water sign came out with that pool. when we first got it, i would NEVER GET OUT. new pool plaster -- at least then -- was NOT smooth and i got open scrapes and sores on the bottom of my feet from it. i also had super light blonde hair and it turned and stayed green until my dad figured out how to balance things.

i loved that pool. =D

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i finally landed on a project to work on writing wise. i told myself i wanted something light and fluffy that made ME happy; so, i found it. this is the one i'm going to plug away on and finish. then publish. then get rich and buy a big horse property so i can get zebras and alpacas. (mutter: i have to do something because my crypto portfolio is being NOT MAKING ME RICH asshole right now. feh.)

DREAM BIG, SIS. DREAM BIG.

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and yet again i am slightly infatuated with a gay man: orville peck is dreamy.