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Jun 11th, 2010By: Mellystu Comments 3

I’m having a hard time adding things here because it just isn’t interesting. That’s because my day isn’t interesting. My life is just house, kids, house, kids, house, kids, taxi service, kids, sometimes my husband. I’m tiring of it.

I want to travel somewhere interesting. I want to take my camera with me. I want to read without being interrupted every five minutes^*. I have some interesting articles from the ACM in my queue, and I can’t ever get past the first couple of paragraphs. I want to do it all alone, without constant demands from other people.

I do at least have cooking, which I still enjoy. Tonight is going to be Yet Another Chicken Tikka Masala experiment. I’m going to figure out which recipe is the one for us. There are about fifty of them, and the only thing in common with all of them is chicken. I’ve tried four so far with only tepid results. I’ve also tried two jarred ones, but the vinegar that is added as a preservative kills the dish. I gave up for awhile, opting to just keep ordering it from take-out. An IM conversation put me back on the hunt to make my own.

I’m also making some Kefta^**, perhaps Saturday.

Some other interesting points:

• I got a package in the mail today addressed to Dirk Gently. I would suggest someone using that as a character name if it hadn’t already been done.
• There is a wasp in the garage. I shut the door to trap it in there. It will either die from the stifling heat or get rabidly angry from the stifling heat and attack Mac when he gets home. The only outcome I do know is that I’m not going into the garage anymore today.
• Hearing Jay say, “Super Mario Brothers!” in Mario Speak is pretty awesome. We’ve been playing the new one for the Wii, which I picked up awhile ago, but never really played. Jay is getting better, but he cannot play it without jumping around himself. He is extra jumpy when I set it to auto play as Luigi and he thinks he is doing really good.

*For example, I couldn’t write this without Jay asking for a billionth time if he can have bunny crackers, even though I have told him a billion – 1 times that he can’t because he didn’t eat his lunch, and Ada coming in and loudly insisting that I smell her arm.

**Middle Eastern Spiced Meatballs, which I will probably serve in pita pockets with tzatziki, which I’m also going to make because I need to use my cucumber.