Boots in the Oven

Whoza birfday boy? Whoizee? Who?

Happy birfday, Mr. Pants!

I know just which picture of you I'm going to put in here later on.  It's the one of you sitting on the bed in Florence, in your purple stripey shirt, accidentally (sure) flipping me off.

You're in your late 20s now - how does it feel?  I'm following you in about a month, so please take notes on whether there's anything I need to know about turning 27.

There are a bunch of kids who walked about 12 miles into town from Del Valle to rally at the capitol building today.  They're either celebrating Mr. Pants' birthday (unlikely, I guess) or protesting the immigration bill that has everyone (THANK YOU, Molly Ivins!) in a bit of a tizzy.

Several groups have walked by our office on their way up to the Capitol grounds.  Some are definitely moving faster than others - a larger girl almost collapsed in front of our building earlier, but her friends helped her up and gave her some water before I could get outside, and she seemed to recover quickly.

I think this is great!  It's about time people, especially young people, really started trying to take a more active role in government.  So many of us are so apathetic too much of the time - we should learn from these kids and make our voices heard!

And that's the end of today's cheesetastic entry.

back to work!

One last thing - I'm trying out a notify list!  You'll see the messed up box on the right side of your screen - it's the thing that says "Try Our Notify List!"  If you would like to help me in this experiment, please stick your email address in the box... but, since I'm not sure how this works, please don't rely on it to tell you when we've actually updated, at least for the time being.  I'm workin' on it!

Happy Thursday Birthday!

Our new juicer (no, not really)

we want this juicer, originally uploaded by bootsintheoven.

I don't know why we never blogged this picture!  This is the juicer I want. 

Check it out.  Bask in its loveliness.

Oranges take that wire track into the top of the machine, where they drop into the top of the arm on the left.  The arms then swing down to meet, slicing the orange in twain on a blade.

Each orange half is than juiced simultaneously, and the juice drops into a cup below.

The orange halves, now spent, are then dumped into the buckets on either side.

Ingenious!  I see them all over Europe, but have never seen one in the States.  Ahhhh.  This one was spotted in a little bar in Positano.

If anyone wants to buy me one, please write girlie at bootsintheoven@gmail.com.

girlie

Happy birthday, mamabear!

OK, a quick (and late) note wishing Husbear's mama (Mamabear?) a happy birthday.  Yesterday.

I am not one to be pinned down by these things called "calendars" and "timelines."  This is evident if you realize that I planned to blog the entire honeymoon trip before we left to go to Florence for Thanksgiving.  And, last I checked, thanksgiving was... well... (busts out calculator) a few months ago.

In other news, Husbear got an email last night confirming his acceptance to Apicius next year!  Oh my.  (Yes, Auntie, we will be checking on my visa requirements this week - I promise!)

Hey, Husbear, if you see this post you wanna put up a picture of your mama?  For her birthday?  You know you do!

a disjointed girlie

The Little Explorer That Couldn't

Recently, my car went head to head, or should I say ass to head, with a large generator/ worklight and it lost.   Badly. 

I was wrapping up things in Georgetown from a night of eventful filming.  Teamsters were hooking up various towable pieces of equipment and hauling them away.  Somehow, there was one item left over and mine was the only ball hitch left in sight. 

"It'll be fine," they assured me.

"Perfect fit.  Your truck was designed to pull," they mumbled knowledgably.

"Of course you have a 2" ball, no one has a 1 ^7/8" anymore," they decreed with what would prove to be a considerable amount of erroneousness.

Luckily, I was still a couple hundred yards from entering the freeway when the appearently attention starved light unit jumped off the hitch and rushed forward for a little more intimate contact.

As I was picking the last of the privacy-tinted glass from my hair, I couldn't help but think that the company has sweet, sweet insurance and that I should never trust a Teamster who's trying to do less work.

-L. Pants

Polar Bear!

First of all, my car, in almost exclusively city driving, got 26.42 miles to the gallon in the last week!  With gas at $2.39 (where I filled up today), this means my cost-per-mile is about 9 cents.  Yessssssss.

/dorkspeak.

I went to Einstein Brothers yesterday for a quick lunchtime bagel.  I know it's not a "real bagel", you elitists, but they do have lox and capers, and if it's toasted, it's an ok approximation.

At the counter, I gave my order (lox on an onion bagel, please).  As usual.  Then, in a deviation from normal procedure, the ordertaker asks me:

"If you were something commonly found in a glove box, what would you be?"

First thing that pops into my head?

Polar bear.

What, you don't have a polar bear in your glove box?  Communist.

I have a good reason for going polar bear - I have a little toy polar bear in my glove box, that Husbear got as a wrap gift on a movie he worked on several years ago.

But, obviously, I couldn't say "polar bear," for this would lead to Questions.  And I just wanted my bagel, I didn't want to spend precious lunchbreak minutes explaining myself.  Seriously - too much human interaction.

So I thought.  I dismissed "map," thinking it sounded a little too self-congratulatory.  Then I blanked, completely, and could only think of words like "dirt" and "polkadot."

Finally, I settled on flashlight, thinking that was closest to the image I wanted to present of myself.

"All right - that's what it will say on your order ticket."

Ah - I really should have gone polar bear.

I went to wait on my food.  The first name called out, "Elizabeth," seemed normal enough - but then, "Elephant handler."  A college kid walked up, grabbed his bagel, and said, "Actually, juggler, but I guess this is still mine."

Elephant juggler?  Or just juggler?  Hmm.

Then, "Katharine," then "Sapphire Necklace," then finally....

"Flashlight!"

I took my bagel and left.

girlie