Blacklisting was not a huge sucess when it came to decreasing the number of spam comments this blog was getting so I’ve decided to install a plugin that requires the entry of a generated-on-the-fly security code which is displayed via an image. It requires a set of eyeballs, something most spam scripts don’t have, to look at it and then enter the right number.
Sorry for the slight inconvenience. I’m still working on the look and feel of the comments templates.
From “50+1 things about me”
Apparently my 30s aren’t all bad. My vision’s changed again and, according to my eye doctor (not to mention my own experience of my sight), I no longer need glasses.
Maybe if I wish hard enough I’ll wake up tomorrow with Jennifer Garner’s body.
Hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?
Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.
—Anonymous
Now, I admit that I’m not much of a cook. Being my favorite meal, I approach breakfast foods with a sense of adventure. Indeed, the 24-hour-breakfast restaurant is like heaven for me. I can bake, though, because baking isn’t so much cooking as it is chemistry. The proportions matter, more or less, and while you do have some leeway (cheddar cheese for Parmesan in the cheese bread recipe; onions for sage and parsley), you’ve also got guidelines.
We did a potluck holiday party at my new office last night. There was a ton of food ranging from the pedestrian (summer sausage, cheese, and crackers platter) to the exotic (samosas, artichoke dip, and tandoori chicken). And, of course, my contribution, cheese bread. Not loaves though for I’m bored with making loaves (that’s what making cheese bread for both Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners will do for you), but tiny little cheese muffins.
I made three dozen and we had about 50 people at this party. This morning, there are at least two dozen left and just about nothing else from what was offered.
So what is it in my psyche that wonders what’s wrong with my cheese bread (nothing: I tasted both kinds and they were both good) instead of wondering what’s wrong with people who didn’t eat it?
Yes, yes, I know, it’s possible it’s just that there was an overabundance of choices. It’s possible the tiny muffins instead of bread put people off. It’s possible that people who stayed later than I did took their leftovers home which is why it appears that everything else was consumed.
Still…I wonder where the reflex to judge myself, or my work, inadequate comes from.
No answers…just a random thought.
What do you do when someone you love does something that merits one and then delivers a sincere apology?
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to kill your plant while you were on vacation/break your favorite coffee mug/hurt your feelings/step on your foot/insult your mother’s cooking/leave four squares of toilet paper on the rod and no spare in the bathroom cupboard…again/insert the interpersonal transgression of your choice here.
What do you say to that?
“It’s OK” just doesn’t seem right; after all, if it was really OK it wouldn’t be an act that merits an apology. “Don’t do it again” seems way too judgemental, particularly if the apology is heartfelt. And “apology accepted” just seems too formal and cold to me for some situations.
So why is it we can get advice on making a proper apology but not on accepting one?
Vanity, thy name is hot wax.
Getting anything waxed hurts just as much as you think it’s going to. Don’t let anyone ever tell you different.