Journal 121
Saturday - 12-25-10
Chatting with family ALL Day (Night)
Stayed up all night chatting with people ; Cooking adventure - SPAM and Rice-A-Roni for Christmas dinner, and memories
-- Also, worries about careers, etc. Fun! College searching/what am I doing with my life/Mutti telling me I can't go back to school and get into MORE debt, etc.
Robertas and Inga had a baby!! Awwww!!!!
And now, welcome to, "Land of the Chat Logs!!" Warnings for tonight? Some mildly sexual humor, and some warm-hearted stories about making dinner!!!
[Chat Logs}
Me: So, I should really go to practice; but I really don't want to. = @_@ =
Friend: Why?
Me: Mostly 'cause I'm gonna be a little late; and I don't feel so good. [Blame being a girl.]
Me: But if I don't go, I'll have spent almost the whole day sitting around. XD
Friend: Hey that's not bad.
Me: Yeah; evening/day 1 always = incapacitating.
Me: I love looking like I'm a few months along. = O_o =
Friend: I am 115% sure that you do not look like you're a few months along.
Friend: Half of my female friends are or have been a few months along.
Friend: I know what it looks like.
Me: But, yeah; I'm thinking about making some Rice-A-Roni -- Oh, God, if you could see it. XD
Me: My uterus seriously tries to escape from my body
Me: So unless I spend a terrible amount of time/energy "holding my internal organs in" (aka - keeping the abs flexed) it seriously... You would not think my abdomen could extend so far outwards. XD
Friend: Haha.
Friend: I refuse to believe that you look like you describe.
Friend: Maybe you think that you do, but I guarantee you don't.
Me: Happens every month. XD
Me: Well, you've never seen it because I don't go walking around letting it hang out
Me: I keep it well tucked in. *laughs*
Me: But when I'm alone? Oh yeah -- baby city
Friend: Don't lie Caitlan.
Friend: It's bad for your health.
Me: I firmly believe that if it were sentient, and had a knife, it would cut its way out of my body
Me: 100%
Me: Rambo style.
Me: There could possibly be explosions.
Friend: You mean, Aliens style.
Me: It would have to come out of my chest for that, right?
Friend: That'd be nice but it might ruin your figure.
Me: Exactly. And we don't want that
Friend: This is the point in the conversation where I eye you up and down, say "turn around", and then agree.
Friend: So just pretend I was there to do that.
Me: Ha ha ha! I will. :)
Me: You don't have to pretend that I'd have complied
Me: [Because at this point, we both know I would.]
Friend: Damn straight.
Me: Exactly.
Friend: Indeed.
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[Sometime later]
Me: Or I'd have you sent for. :)
[12/25/10 6:28:30 PM] Mark Laczin: Have me sent for?
Me: Yes, have you sent for. =^_~=
Friend: Sent for.
Friend: *hug*
Me: Because I'm classy that way.
Me: And love that terminology.
Me: And I think it's a damn shame it's not used more often.
Me: *laughs*
Friend: I'll allow it.
Me: Of course you will. Moscow Kitty commands it!
Me: Ha ha ha
Me: No one can resist my brand of Angelic Cute and Fluffy-ness!!!
Me: Well, apparently some people can... But they're not worth the time, then.
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Friend: Note to self, if Caitlan is ever hungry and appears to be with child, make Rice-A-Roni and spam.
Me: That's about the size of it.
Double points if you bring chocolate, and let me eat with chopsticks!
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Me: I'm gonna go make dinner
[A Failed Attempt Later]
Me: Apparently, not
Me: My Skype may have gone a little crazy -- did you get that I was going to go try and make dinner?
Me: But now I'm back -- because I didn't make it.
Me: I couldn't get the stove to work on my own
Me: So, I figured I should probably call my host mum, instead of blowing myself up
Me: And she said she'd be home soon, and that she didn't really understand what I was saying (I was trying for something to the effect of -- "Do you mind if I cook something? It's American food, and it's my Christmas, so I wanted to make it.") -- so I said, "Ah, ok. I'll just wait." XD
Me: Hey!!
Friend: How was dinner?
Me: It was amazing.
Me: As evidenced by the fact that I was gone for two hours.
Me: I made the Rice-A-Roni, fried some Spam, and prepared some fresh cucumber (quick pan fry) with Old Bay. And I added some green onion and peas to the (Four Cheese) Rice a Roni. Very good
Me: And shared it all with my Host Mum
Me: We chatted, and chatted, and chatted.
Me: (She remembered Spam from WWII, when the US sent it, and apparently also loves it!
That led me into sharing the story with my Nana:
I was visiting her once, and had opened a can of Spam, and was cutting some for myself. I asked her if she wanted any. From across the room, she fixed me with a steely gaze, and said, "Caitlan, I love you -- but I had enough of that during the War, and I don't ever want to eat another bite of it again!!!!" Ha ha ha!!!)
Me: My host mum was really happy with it all
Me: And she bought me some chocolates, for Christmas, which was really nice of her!
Me: They're that addicting kind of Weird/OK
Me: They're called, "French Zephyr." It's like a Napoleon of sorts: chocolate on the outside, and I can't figure out what the hell the inside is.
Me: I just know that there is a strawberry layer, and then the white center.
Me: So yeah, sorry about that [how long I was away] -- but I was cooking for her/me/us, and then we were chatting, and it was nice to actually get to have a Christmas dinner after all. =^___^=
Me: I loved how it was a synergy of Russian and American things. Mostly, American processed foods, and Russian fresh ones. *laughs*
Me: I am VERY chipper now.
Me: Just so you are aware.
Friend: Haha.
Me: And for a moment, I felt more hopeful about, "Well, God's loved me so far, and let me do some really awesome things here; so just maybe, that job thing will work out, too."
Me: Or, as some a$$hole comic would probably say, maybe it was just gas. Har har
[This part of the conversation had happened after I'd dumped all of my "What Am I Going To Do With My Life" panic on my friend.]
Friend: *hug!*
Me: *hugs*
Me: So, while I was bustling around making dinner for us, my host mum tied an apron on me
Me: And then was oohing and ahhing at how well I was doing everything.
Me: Then said a girl like me should get married to a nice boy; cook for him like that, etc.
Me: It's both a compliment... And yet... It does really make me feel like the only thing I'd be good at doing, would be to be that 60s housewife.
Me: And again, that certainly can't happen, 1. because I've got so much debt hanging over me, and anybody I'm liable to get married to will also have the same student loan debt, and 2. because all of my hobbies are also extremely expensive, as we've mentioned. XD
Me: Which is, again, where you will tell me to marry rich.
[My friend just laughed at me, and told me that I would marry rich.]
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