Pi Girl

Work has been in ultrasuck mode while I’m in the middle of a massively huge project. I’ve been trying to eat better and usually that means going home to make my lunch. Except all too often lately, my lunch hour has gone from an hour to 5 minutes and I have to resort to hitting up the hot dog place across the street. Great hot dogs but not great (aka crappy) on the nutrition. Or I hit up Jason to pick me up some Chinese or Subway on his way to work.

I keep thinking, “oh I’ll have time for lunch today” but clearly I need to rethink the game plan and actually make lunch ahead of time to bring to work. In the meantime ….

Yet again today, I got called into a 1 pm meeting last minute and there went my lunch plans. So, I called Jason and asked him to bring in lunch. He said he had enough time to make something and bring it in for me. So, I asked for tuna salad and gave him instructions on all the ingredients. (I may not be a cook but I have perfected my salad techniques … my tuna is so much more than just tuna and mayo.)

If you’re curious, here’s the current recipe. It’s got added nuts and craisins so I can eat it without bread. I’ve also used this as a dip for veggies or crackers - just up the liquids to make it creamier and probably take out the nuts and craisins.

Can of tuna - I use very low sodium but use whatever you’d like.
Sprinkle of dill weed
1 T dill relish
1 T lemon juice
1 T mayo (more or less depending on your love of mayo)
Splash of red wine vinegar and olive oil
Handful of craisins and sesame seeds

I am a dill fanatic so I tend to use a lot of it but that’s just me. However, this is what Jason brought me:

Apparently, a sprinkle turned into the whole bottle. Which Jason felt was good enough to bring in anyway. I think I’ve found my threshold for where it becomes over-dilled.

*sigh* Looks like I’m headed back to the hot dog place.

I feel bad I haven’t posted much here lately. Especially since I really do have stuff to blog about but I’ve just either too busy or tired to post. So, of course, I’ll drop everything for a fun meme. I’ve done a similar one before but it’s been a while, and these are different questions!

So, here are the rules:
1. Go to www.photobucket.com
2. Type in your answer to the question in the “search” box
3. Use only the first page
4. Insert the picture into your blog

1.) What is your relationship status?

15.) What is your favorite candy?

You know you live for this day. Ok, well, maybe I do … I suppose I wouldn’t live otherwise. Anyway, I present to you the first 31 digits of the best number ever:

3.141592653589793238462643383279

I’m you all know how much Jason and his stepdog do NOT get along. My sweet Kelsey has been quite slow in warming up to Jason being the man in my life and they’ve bumped heads a few times.

Most recently, their fight has been over possession of the bed. We all settled on the routine of me going to bed, Kelsey settling in at my feet, then Jason coming in whatever hour of the morning and me being woken up by growling and Jason screaming, “Kelsey, you have to let me in!” Sometimes, Kelsey let him in; other times, I would have to get out of bed and tempt Kelsey with a treat. If Kelsey actually snapped and/or bit Jason, he didn’t actually get the treat. But if he got right out of bed, he got the treat.

But then, Kelsey started randomly growling at Jason while he slept or stepping on Jason’s head to stick his nose in my face. Which is a huge no-no. And now that my aging baby is growing selectively deaf, he doesn’t always hear me when I tell him to get back to the foot of the bed. About a month and a half ago, Kelsey got really nasty and I had it.

So, I took away the footstool so Kelsey couldn’t get into the bed anymore. I’ve done this before but Kelsey was spry enough to jump up to the bed anyway. But he doesn’t move as well as he used to, so he really couldn’t get into bed anymore. He didn’t like it, but he managed to find his dog bed on the floor, where coincidentally, his bed has always been. And we had no more territorial arguments.

Fast forward to yesterday. Kelsey is still on the floor and I have room to move my legs at night. All is well. I got home and Jason was taking a nap. As I got closer to the bed, I realized Kelsey was actually on the bed and I couldn’t believe it. That’s when Jason said, oh yeah, he brought the footstool back so Kelsey could nap with him in bed.

Jason. Who hates the dog. Wanted Kelsey back in bed. Why?

“Because he looked so sad and depressed on the floor. I felt sorry for him.”

Jason. Who always swore up and down that dogs don’t have feelings because they’re not people. He let Kelsey back in because he looked all sad with his cute, sad little eyes.

So Kelsey happily spent last night with us in bed again. And there was no drama. I told Jason we can keep it the way it is for now, but if there is even one inkling of another showdown, out he goes. (Kelsey, not Jason)

And then I’m sure Kelsey will wrap Jason around his little paw once again.

I am posting this entry from my brand spanking new iPhone… And it is so awesome. I’m still figuring out how it works, like how to post the photo I took. But I might have to cheat for that one. In the meantime I have a new toy to play with.

Ok I had to FTP the photo manually on my computer but the linking was all done on the iPhone. I also find it slightly irksome that I can’t text photos to other cell phones but I’ll get over it.

Once again, sorry for the lack of posts. Work is kicking my ass and I just don’t want to be anywhere near my computer when I get home. Well, unless it’s to watch The Daily Show.

Anyway, I promised a post about the 30 Hour Famine. If you really want to read it, you’ll have to read my genx column.

I’d say something along the lines of, look at me, being all original and not using my blog to feed my column for once, but if you’ve read any of the entries from the last few years, you already know what I’m going to say.

And if you love me, you won’t read the comments at the end of the article. We have a troll who seems to hate on all the columnists and likes to tell us all exactly how much we suck.