Been going to the gym every day right after I drop Boy at school. This is week two I think…or maybe week 3. I think 2. I started after my birthday. So far I haven’t missed a day. I’m doing treadmill, and bike and then a full circuit of the weight machines. I hope to be in bikini shape by next summer. Yay. 
Working on a new technical writing site…it’s taking much longer than expected. Also…twitter is sapping my need to update the blog…instant gratification, doncha know. Feel free to follow me on Twitter, and let me know who you are, so I can follow you back.
So, I do periodically scan the titles of stuff in my spam box, to make sure that things don’t accidentally land there, as I have pretty strict filters. Usually, it’s just a quick scan, then delete, but today one caught my eye. It tweaked my brain enough to made me laugh out loud.
It said: WEREBOOBS OF LONDON!
And my brain instantly filled in: Have monsterous tatas? Do your areolas cause panic in large cities? Do mountain climbers attempt to mount you? Does the full moon cause your nipples to become fuzzy?
Who knows what they were actually selling. I figured it was better for me to let my imagination run with what it *could* be, than to find out what it actually *is*.
Still: Wereboobs of London…totally great band name.
It has become clear to me that I cannot go for very long without a hobby. And it’s often safer for me to have a hobby that keeps me busy and off the streets, lest I get bored enough to start a popular revolt. It’s never good when I start thinking of ways to bring down the system, especially just because I’m bored. (Potential employers, please take note, the capitalistic system you save by hiring me, may very well be your own.)
But job woes aside…and how ridiculous is this market…I’ve been spending a lot, and I mean a lot of time lately cooking. Making bread, working on new recipes, and lately, learning to work with chocolate.
Last week, I had lunch with my friend Toni. Now, Toni and I have known each other for longer than some of my friends have been alive…which is too scary to contemplate, so let us move past that, and let me say that when it comes to Ladies Who Cook, Toni is amazing. Seriously, she’s won more cooking contests than anyone I know. And despite being the Queen of the State Fair competitions, she’s just about the most helpful person in the world when it comes to all things baked, jarred, and pureed. So, when we had lunch, she brought me a bunch of stuff about entering the State Fair cooking competition, which I’m seriously contemplating doing.
Even as I type, I’ve got truffle cream firming up in the fridge. Today’s batch is Chai Green Tea Truffles which will be dipped in a very dark rich chocolate. Should they work, I’ll take pictures. Unless you’re local, in which case I’ll probably be trying to feed them to you. Please, come eat the chocolate I’m practicing with, or good lord, I’ll need a trolley just to get around the house.
The batch before this was a peanut butter/cheesecake truffle in milk chocolate. O.M.G.! So good. I did the ganache for the outer shell wrong, so it was too soft, but the flavor…man, if you love the core ingredients, it was amazing.
Boy has been loving all the kitchen work. He’s developing quite the palate for a kidlet. Also, he wants to make his own recipe for the State Fair…although his proposed recipe sounds pretty weird…ya know, he’s six, and six year olds will eat some weird stuff.
I start cake decorating classes tomorrow, so that’s pretty exciting. If nothing else, I should be able to make a really groovy cake for the baby shower I’ll be throwing for my friend Brigette. (I think she said she was sending out the invites, I suppose I should find out when a gaggle of women are descending upon me.)
So, anyway, that’s how I’ve been channeling my rage at the Captains of Industry, Princes of Wall Street, and employers who are insisting on ridiculous degree requirements.
Sorry about the lack of content this week. Not only did my blog blow up, but one of my potties did too, so there’s been much running around trying to fix it, then rip up the carpets, level and float the floor, find tile, and soon…lay tile. It’s been keeping me busy doing things which are not really soap related. (Unless you count the fact that I’m using a ton of Gardener’s Delight to get all the floor leveling goop off my hands and tools.)
I’ll try this afternoon to get a some of the reviews I promised done, and I’m going to start work on this week’s instructable, which I think is going to be chocolate bath melts. Yum!