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anigoOk, just as a public service announcement, if one more person under the age of 10 says "LUCY" in that stern kind of "drop it" voice one more time, somebody will have to die.
You've all been warned.
Sailed today. AWE-FREEKIN-SOME! What a day. And hey, look ma, no Shane! S'funny. He's such a larger than life part of the boat I figured it would be kinda boring (and a lot more work) but now I almost wish he'd take a day off more often. Ok, not that often... But what a great day. Pete did foredeck and he didn't know what he was doing. I was able to talk him through a lot of it from the pit. I got to do so much more than I normally do, because Shane normally does so much that without him everybody kinda stood around and said "now what" a lot. Instead of my usual keeping quiet I actually spoke up and took control in a bunch of situations. T'was way way fun! I'm starting to like being bossy! At one point I actually told Thom to "Shut up and listen to ME". And he did! And he gave me quite a compliment. We were on a tight reach and he said that on the tack he wanted more halyard. I asked him if he wanted cunningham until the tack and he said yes. (Ok, so it doesn't sound important, but it is, ok? Trust me.) So... 10 minutes or so later we did the tack, and I gave him more halyard. He growled at me after the tack accusing me of not getting the halyard on like he asked - figuring I'd forgotten. I said that I did. He looked at me, and looked at the sail. "Did you take the cunningham off before you did it?" He said? "Yes", says I. He looks at the sail again and sees, sure enough, that I did do it. Then he growls "I guess I shouldn't have doubted you, huh". No sir, you should not. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the second biggest compliment I've had from Thom. The first being "Hey, I haven't had to yell at you lately."
There's a race on Monday (Labour day) which will be nice, since I can't race next weekend as I have to go to the wedding of the next door neighbour's kid who still sucks her thumb. Next Sunday Thom and his significant other (Jeeze, I typed Significant Udder first... Wonder what that means) have asked Me, Dick and The Kid to join them for a day sail, so despite the fact I'll miss next Saturday's race I'll get lots of sailing in over the next fortnight.
I think that's possibly the first time in my 36 years on this earth that I've ever used the word "fortnight" in a sentence.
36 Years! Dear god. I'll be 37 fecking years old in December. Oh My God. I never realized how incredibly close to 40 I am. Jeebs.
And now for something completely different
I'm sitting here stuffing my face with bean salad. Now, I usually hate bean salad, but this is very good bean salad.
Take yerself a can of every kind of bean you can find. Pinto, navy, lima, chick pea, kidney... (Or a can of the mixed will work too, but the more beans the merrier) Add a can of corn. Add chopped cilantro (or parsley) diced garlic, red/green pepper and red onion. Mix in balsamic vinegar and white vinegar as well as some olive oil and some salt and pepper to taste. I've also included a bunch of wild rice and chuncks of feta cheese. Very bueno. No quantities of any of the above because you don't need 'em. Add what you like of everything you like. Equal parts of all the hard stuff (with the exception of garlic, of course) is pleasing to the eye and just keep adding the vinegar/oil, starting with a lightish hand, until you've got the strength you like. Keeping in mind it gets stronger the longer you let it sit.
Ok, so that had nothing to do with anything, but it's really nummy.
Fred is working tonight and I am going to go clean up my bean mess then get into the tub. I've a sunburn that will only feel better after soaking in zzzztherapy chamomile milk bath, I'm sure of it.
Lord, my house is redolent with the aroma of garlic. (Redolent... fortnight... I'm SUCH a wordsmith! now if only I could learn how to spell.)
You've all been warned.
Sailed today. AWE-FREEKIN-SOME! What a day. And hey, look ma, no Shane! S'funny. He's such a larger than life part of the boat I figured it would be kinda boring (and a lot more work) but now I almost wish he'd take a day off more often. Ok, not that often... But what a great day. Pete did foredeck and he didn't know what he was doing. I was able to talk him through a lot of it from the pit. I got to do so much more than I normally do, because Shane normally does so much that without him everybody kinda stood around and said "now what" a lot. Instead of my usual keeping quiet I actually spoke up and took control in a bunch of situations. T'was way way fun! I'm starting to like being bossy! At one point I actually told Thom to "Shut up and listen to ME". And he did! And he gave me quite a compliment. We were on a tight reach and he said that on the tack he wanted more halyard. I asked him if he wanted cunningham until the tack and he said yes. (Ok, so it doesn't sound important, but it is, ok? Trust me.) So... 10 minutes or so later we did the tack, and I gave him more halyard. He growled at me after the tack accusing me of not getting the halyard on like he asked - figuring I'd forgotten. I said that I did. He looked at me, and looked at the sail. "Did you take the cunningham off before you did it?" He said? "Yes", says I. He looks at the sail again and sees, sure enough, that I did do it. Then he growls "I guess I shouldn't have doubted you, huh". No sir, you should not. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the second biggest compliment I've had from Thom. The first being "Hey, I haven't had to yell at you lately."
There's a race on Monday (Labour day) which will be nice, since I can't race next weekend as I have to go to the wedding of the next door neighbour's kid who still sucks her thumb. Next Sunday Thom and his significant other (Jeeze, I typed Significant Udder first... Wonder what that means) have asked Me, Dick and The Kid to join them for a day sail, so despite the fact I'll miss next Saturday's race I'll get lots of sailing in over the next fortnight.
I think that's possibly the first time in my 36 years on this earth that I've ever used the word "fortnight" in a sentence.
36 Years! Dear god. I'll be 37 fecking years old in December. Oh My God. I never realized how incredibly close to 40 I am. Jeebs.
And now for something completely different
I'm sitting here stuffing my face with bean salad. Now, I usually hate bean salad, but this is very good bean salad.
Take yerself a can of every kind of bean you can find. Pinto, navy, lima, chick pea, kidney... (Or a can of the mixed will work too, but the more beans the merrier) Add a can of corn. Add chopped cilantro (or parsley) diced garlic, red/green pepper and red onion. Mix in balsamic vinegar and white vinegar as well as some olive oil and some salt and pepper to taste. I've also included a bunch of wild rice and chuncks of feta cheese. Very bueno. No quantities of any of the above because you don't need 'em. Add what you like of everything you like. Equal parts of all the hard stuff (with the exception of garlic, of course) is pleasing to the eye and just keep adding the vinegar/oil, starting with a lightish hand, until you've got the strength you like. Keeping in mind it gets stronger the longer you let it sit.
Ok, so that had nothing to do with anything, but it's really nummy.
Fred is working tonight and I am going to go clean up my bean mess then get into the tub. I've a sunburn that will only feel better after soaking in zzzztherapy chamomile milk bath, I'm sure of it.
Lord, my house is redolent with the aroma of garlic. (Redolent... fortnight... I'm SUCH a wordsmith! now if only I could learn how to spell.)
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Date: 2005-09-03 11:57 pm (UTC)Beans is good for you.
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Date: 2005-09-04 01:42 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-09-04 01:41 am (UTC)Good on ya about the sailing, I've noticed a direct correlation between the amount of time you spend afloat, and how cheerful you seem.
The bean goo sounds good, although I'd add some chopped tomatos and a bit more water, heat and call it soup!
and you know, for all the time I've known you, I've never noticed anything amiss with your spelling!
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Date: 2005-09-04 08:53 am (UTC)(name the filum, win a, er, hug)
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Date: 2005-09-04 04:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-04 04:34 pm (UTC)Congratulation, you won a hug! You can collect it in Bentley, Doncaster, Engerland. Enjoy!!
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Date: 2005-09-04 05:44 pm (UTC)*grin*