My One-hundred-and-fifty-second Post

Many of you expressed excitment when I mentioned my upcoming post What’s Wrong With the World (Installment 4). Well, this is not it. I did several of the graphics for it, but I'm just not feeling it right now. Plus, I'm kind of blogged out after completely revamping my family's blog for spring. Instead, you get an accounting of my activities for the last 60 hours.

My One-hundred-and-fifty-first Post

I really like doing crosswords. I can usually only solve the Monday and Tuesday puzzles, but that doesn't keep me from trying the harder ones when I have a few spare minutes. Sometimes I find those spare minutes while I'm on a break at work. I can scribble in a few answers, and then I usually leave it unfinished on a table somewhere. Sometimes when I come back to it, a few more answers have been written in by other aspiring crossword enthusiasts. Yesterday a friend joined me on break and we were able to completely finish one. When we came to the last few clues, I didn't even realize we were at the end. It was just good, clean fun. Tee hee.



Emily Cureton does drawings inspired by the NYT crossword puzzle. This is the sketch from the one we did yesterday.

My One-hundred-and-fiftieth Post

Martin and I talked on the phone for 45 minutes today. And considering that neither one of us likes talking on the phone, I think that means she likes me.

My One-hundred-and-forty-ninth Post

I took private voice lessons from my choir teacher in high school. At one of our first lessons, he was telling me that practice was important, and I should probably be doing formal vocal exercises every day. Then he said “Of course, I know I’m probably preaching to the choir.” Then there was a short pause, so I gravely nodded my head, indicating that I understood the importance of practice. Then we continued on with the lesson.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago that I got that he was making a joke. He was my choir teacher. He was literally preaching to the choir. Ha!








And now, a Star Trek reference:

Data: I get it! "The clown can stay, but the Ferengi in the gorilla suit has to leave!" I get it!
Geordi: Data, what do you get?
Data: The Farpoint mission! You told a joke; that was the punchline!
Geordi: The Farpoint mission? Data, that was seven years ago.
Data: I know! I finally get it! Very funny!

My One-hundred-and-forty-eighth Post

I just made Jello cups.

I made them all on my very own without stealing them from invalids, or showing up at a little league soccer match, or conjuring them out of mid-air, or buying them. I did none of those things!

See, I've had this box of raspberry Jello forever: it just seemed like something good to have on hand. But every time I'm in the mood for Jello, I am NOT in the mood to wait four hours for Jello. But I finally made it this afternoon when I had the brilliant idea to split the Jello up into smaller containers so it would set up faster! Woo-hoo! (I was originally going to follow the fast set-up recipe, but we didn't have any ice.)

So in searching for appropriate containers, I happened to come across a bunch of little tupperware containers that I never use because they are too small to be practical (about 1/2 cup each). I mixed up the Jello, divided it among the little containers and popped them in the fridge. A few hours later, I had magical individual Jello cups...



...and a fridge shelf covered in Jello goo that had leaked. If you ever decide to try this, consider not putting the lids on until after the Jello has set up.

Also, substitute Sprite or 7UP for the cold water in the recipe. Your life'll never be the same.