More specifically I'm trying to give myself salmonella(or Sal Mineo as we call it in my family).
I just finished cooking a chicken breast in the oven(pretty standard dinner for moi). This boob was taking forever to bake. Finally I cut into it to see what was happening...I couldn't figure out why the meat appeared pink...blood-lots of chicken blood. I've never seen such a bloody boob before. (I knew I should have taken a pic).
I know that in my 30 years I have probably ingested chicken blood before.
I still ate a bit of the chicken, surgically removing blood lines from the meat.
We will see how I feel tomorrow.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Wednesday Update
So now it's August and hopefully excessive heat is gone for the year. Rain please hold out until sunday when I come home from camping. As I write this, I am uploading massive amounts of music onto itunes, yes I have joined the world and now own an IPOD.
I cannot believe I waited so long to get one...hold on a minute. I am way behind on all sorts of technology. January is when I purchased my first computer and in december I received my digital camera as a gift. So actually I can believe it took me this long to join the masses.
I cannot believe I waited so long to get one...hold on a minute. I am way behind on all sorts of technology. January is when I purchased my first computer and in december I received my digital camera as a gift. So actually I can believe it took me this long to join the masses.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Just be yourself
This is a common phrase muttered by friends and family alike. I have been myself for my whole life. I have always been Magena. I'm different and unique.
Unfortunately there must be something in my inner core or being that is a repellent to men. I must give off the opposite of pheromones.
I have been fat and not so fat. Right now(fat)I'm still at least talking to guys and have even been on a few dates....so maybe it's not a fat issue.
*I never meant for this blog to be composed of dating/single life stuff....but right now that is my life. I assume that's why we write blogs, to talk about what's happening now.
Unfortunately there must be something in my inner core or being that is a repellent to men. I must give off the opposite of pheromones.
I have been fat and not so fat. Right now(fat)I'm still at least talking to guys and have even been on a few dates....so maybe it's not a fat issue.
*I never meant for this blog to be composed of dating/single life stuff....but right now that is my life. I assume that's why we write blogs, to talk about what's happening now.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Random
"What are little girls made of?" Remember that nursery rhyme? I have been thinking about what kind of girl I have become. Certainly I am not made of "sugar and spice and everything nice" but perhaps Splenda, Cayenne and a dirty sense of humor.
I cannot flirt...seriously. I believe that ability must be an inherited trait which has skipped a generation. It is not to say I have not tried, but it is awkward for all parties involved. I have watched professionals(no not prostitutes, girls with boys around them often) and when I try to apply the same tricks, disaster. I wish it were appropriate and acceptable for me to have a stamp made that says "Hi. I like you".
I love to knit. Yet it is my private hobby. Almost like a secret shame. I have spent a few afternoons with one or two friends, and it's alright(for an hour) and then I want private time with my project. You certainly will not see me in a knitting group or at Safeco field for the Stitch & Pitch(even though I think it's a cute idea)
I'm going to look online and see if I can have that stamp made.
I cannot flirt...seriously. I believe that ability must be an inherited trait which has skipped a generation. It is not to say I have not tried, but it is awkward for all parties involved. I have watched professionals(no not prostitutes, girls with boys around them often) and when I try to apply the same tricks, disaster. I wish it were appropriate and acceptable for me to have a stamp made that says "Hi. I like you".
I love to knit. Yet it is my private hobby. Almost like a secret shame. I have spent a few afternoons with one or two friends, and it's alright(for an hour) and then I want private time with my project. You certainly will not see me in a knitting group or at Safeco field for the Stitch & Pitch(even though I think it's a cute idea)
I'm going to look online and see if I can have that stamp made.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Why I Travel
Lately I have been thinking about why I travel. I just spoke with a friend last night who is an "adventure" traveler, you know the type. Hiking up Mayan ruins, camping in the Amazon, riding a zipline in Costa Rica. Some people prefer to spend their time in museums and "historical sights" learning about the past. I certainly am no where close to an adventure kind of gal(an adventure would be to have 2 % milk in my coffee)...and I enjoy learning about history.
Yet I tire easily when museums are visited daily in foreign countries.
I have figured out my identity as a traveler.
I thoroughly enjoy experiencing daily life in foreign countries.
I should have been an exchange student. In fact, if they offered something like and "exchange family" for a week or two I would sign up in a heartbeat. I want to spend a week living like a local in Madrid, Cuzco, Belfast. I want to go to the boulangerie every day for fresh bread. I want to visit the "late night pharmacy" in Edinburgh(which closes at 7).
I think I could be called a sociology traveler.
For instance...
I love to walk up and down the aisles in a grocery or drug store. I could spend an hour doing so(just ask my mother). I love to see the yogurts, cheese, potato chips(crisps in the UK)and shampoo they offer. Sometimes it's similar brands we have at home(yoplait, pringles, garnier fructis)sometimes not.
Years later I can still recall what kind of items were on the shelf in the Boots Pharmacy in Dublin.
I'm ready to go again.
Yet I tire easily when museums are visited daily in foreign countries.
I have figured out my identity as a traveler.
I thoroughly enjoy experiencing daily life in foreign countries.
I should have been an exchange student. In fact, if they offered something like and "exchange family" for a week or two I would sign up in a heartbeat. I want to spend a week living like a local in Madrid, Cuzco, Belfast. I want to go to the boulangerie every day for fresh bread. I want to visit the "late night pharmacy" in Edinburgh(which closes at 7).
I think I could be called a sociology traveler.
For instance...
I love to walk up and down the aisles in a grocery or drug store. I could spend an hour doing so(just ask my mother). I love to see the yogurts, cheese, potato chips(crisps in the UK)and shampoo they offer. Sometimes it's similar brands we have at home(yoplait, pringles, garnier fructis)sometimes not.
Years later I can still recall what kind of items were on the shelf in the Boots Pharmacy in Dublin.
I'm ready to go again.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Metamorphosis
I am turning into my grandmother. Not my mother. I'm skipping a generation and turning into the nonagenarian matriarch of the family.
I have been obsessed with asparagus recently and if you eat the stuff, you know you have to trim the bottom of the stalk. I take the 3" tough pieces and put them in a freezer bag and place them in the freezer next to the celery stalks that (in my mind)will one day be reunited in a pot pie or a soup. My mother doesn't do this, but grandma does.
I make lists on the back of envelopes, just like grandma. Why? It's a whole piece of blank paper(sure it has the folds and seams). This is the grandma trait I have done the longest.
I purposely use the term "Balls!" as an expletive as often as possible. I must say it's 3 times funnier to hear a little lady with pin curls use it, but I'm starting early.
I take great pride in handwashing bras and only wish I knew washing day songs to sing(or whistle)while I did the job.
I think it's important to have cookies in the cookie jar(but they don't always last so long when I'm around)
By far the niftiest trick I have learned from grandma is the ability to fold plastic bags(from the drug or grocery store). I know it sounds silly to fold plastic bags, but they take up less room.
Sometimes the old lady drives me nuts.
I need to realize she's rubbing off on me...in a good way.
I have been obsessed with asparagus recently and if you eat the stuff, you know you have to trim the bottom of the stalk. I take the 3" tough pieces and put them in a freezer bag and place them in the freezer next to the celery stalks that (in my mind)will one day be reunited in a pot pie or a soup. My mother doesn't do this, but grandma does.
I make lists on the back of envelopes, just like grandma. Why? It's a whole piece of blank paper(sure it has the folds and seams). This is the grandma trait I have done the longest.
I purposely use the term "Balls!" as an expletive as often as possible. I must say it's 3 times funnier to hear a little lady with pin curls use it, but I'm starting early.
I take great pride in handwashing bras and only wish I knew washing day songs to sing(or whistle)while I did the job.
I think it's important to have cookies in the cookie jar(but they don't always last so long when I'm around)
By far the niftiest trick I have learned from grandma is the ability to fold plastic bags(from the drug or grocery store). I know it sounds silly to fold plastic bags, but they take up less room.
Sometimes the old lady drives me nuts.
I need to realize she's rubbing off on me...in a good way.
Friday, May 29, 2009
I have pulled a muscle
In my butt. Seriously. I pulled it bowling. Quit laughing!
The first incident happened last week(week 1 of spring league). I spent the first game bending at the waist when I threw the ball(cause I'm a little top heavy)and somehow a muscle was pulled.
For three days it hurt. No Tylenol or Ibuprofen touched the pain.
Then yesterday, (week 2) I felt it pull when I threw the first ball. Luckily I remedied the situation by switching to another pair of rental shoes(long story)and the pull/pain subsided.
This morning? No pain. Yay.
I wonder if butt strain is covered in sports medicine classes?
hmmmmmmm
The first incident happened last week(week 1 of spring league). I spent the first game bending at the waist when I threw the ball(cause I'm a little top heavy)and somehow a muscle was pulled.
For three days it hurt. No Tylenol or Ibuprofen touched the pain.
Then yesterday, (week 2) I felt it pull when I threw the first ball. Luckily I remedied the situation by switching to another pair of rental shoes(long story)and the pull/pain subsided.
This morning? No pain. Yay.
I wonder if butt strain is covered in sports medicine classes?
hmmmmmmm
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Ugh
Dating sucks.
I think most readers of this blog are lucky enough to have a special someone in their lives, so you'll have to imagine a time long long ago. I swear, it must have been easier(pre 2000)to meet other singles. I have no doubt in my mind that if I were transported to 1949, 1955, 1967, or 1978 I'd be married no problem. It seems like being married was a priority in those days(for both men and women). If my current self was transported to those years, I'd be considered a freak. A 30 year old single gal, imagine that! I think that must be what they called a "spinster" or like my older post mentioned, the evil witch.
On a side note, being single(society wise)right now is not a bad thing. There has been quite the swing of the pendulum and now it's alright to be 40 and unmarried...
My issue is I do not want to be single. I want to be a wife.
I know that I should not think about it and go on living my life, but then that's easier said than done. It's like not scratching your chicken pox.
I think most readers of this blog are lucky enough to have a special someone in their lives, so you'll have to imagine a time long long ago. I swear, it must have been easier(pre 2000)to meet other singles. I have no doubt in my mind that if I were transported to 1949, 1955, 1967, or 1978 I'd be married no problem. It seems like being married was a priority in those days(for both men and women). If my current self was transported to those years, I'd be considered a freak. A 30 year old single gal, imagine that! I think that must be what they called a "spinster" or like my older post mentioned, the evil witch.
On a side note, being single(society wise)right now is not a bad thing. There has been quite the swing of the pendulum and now it's alright to be 40 and unmarried...
My issue is I do not want to be single. I want to be a wife.
I know that I should not think about it and go on living my life, but then that's easier said than done. It's like not scratching your chicken pox.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Sometimes...
it's the little things that help you through the day.
Right now it's "Finding Nemo", I'm telling you, it is pure medicine in movie form.
I love it.
Also, it has a few life lessons thrown in for fun...
listen to your parents(because they always have your best interest in mind)
and...
"just keep swimming"
Right now it's "Finding Nemo", I'm telling you, it is pure medicine in movie form.
I love it.
Also, it has a few life lessons thrown in for fun...
listen to your parents(because they always have your best interest in mind)
and...
"just keep swimming"
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Fairy Tales are stupid
Yeah that's right. Because of fairy tales I have been under the delusion that a nice young man will come and fall in love with me and we will get married and live happily ever after.
Not true.
Where is the fairy tale that talks about the 30 year old maiden with curly hair...
She doesn't exist.
Maybe I'm not going to become Cinderella, or Sleeping Beauty...maybe I'm destined to be the evil witch. Because really there are only two types of girls in fairy tales, the pretty princesses who get the guy and the evil old spinster who is alone.
Not true.
Where is the fairy tale that talks about the 30 year old maiden with curly hair...
She doesn't exist.
Maybe I'm not going to become Cinderella, or Sleeping Beauty...maybe I'm destined to be the evil witch. Because really there are only two types of girls in fairy tales, the pretty princesses who get the guy and the evil old spinster who is alone.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Oh Snap!
So last night as I'm laying in bed, a thought popped into my head. It was a really good topic for a blog post.
I don't remember what it was.
I don't remember what it was.
Friday, April 10, 2009
So true...
Online dating is a joke. Seriously.
I'm not talking about free sites, where the freaks of the online world reside, I mean legit dating sites...namely eharmony.
I never would have thought of joining an online site, but after much encouragement from colleagues at work, I decided to give it a shot.
I am sure that hundreds of people daily have success on this site, and I know precisely who those hundreds are. They are the same girls who get hit on at the bar, at Starbucks, in line at Rite Aid. They are not me.
They are the girls with names like Stacy, Keri, Jenny...they are not girls named Magena.
They are the girls who have men look at them.
Now it should be said, I have been on this site for almost three months. I understand things like this can take time...and I should give it more time. However I have seen a pattern that has developed and I don't really see how any of the men on this site are any different than the men at Target or the library, or at the bar.
One of the most disheartening parts of the process is when someone wants to "close" you as a match. They have to give you a reason, and there are 20 listed options. A few examples
I'm not talking about free sites, where the freaks of the online world reside, I mean legit dating sites...namely eharmony.
I never would have thought of joining an online site, but after much encouragement from colleagues at work, I decided to give it a shot.
I am sure that hundreds of people daily have success on this site, and I know precisely who those hundreds are. They are the same girls who get hit on at the bar, at Starbucks, in line at Rite Aid. They are not me.
They are the girls with names like Stacy, Keri, Jenny...they are not girls named Magena.
They are the girls who have men look at them.
Now it should be said, I have been on this site for almost three months. I understand things like this can take time...and I should give it more time. However I have seen a pattern that has developed and I don't really see how any of the men on this site are any different than the men at Target or the library, or at the bar.
One of the most disheartening parts of the process is when someone wants to "close" you as a match. They have to give you a reason, and there are 20 listed options. A few examples
- I feel the physical distance between us is too great
- I'm not ready for the next step
- Based on statements in their profile, I am no longer interested in this match
- Other
98% of the time I am closed out for the last two reasons.
What statement in my profile? I have no children, no ex-husband, no criminal record...I guess you don't like girls who travel and love music. I must assume "other" means fat and not pretty.
This has not been a fun experience for me. The site is not cheap(in my opinion)and I would rather use the money for almost anything else.
So now I'm back at the beginning, square one. Again.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Only Maris likes Mahler
Yeah, that's right, I'm quoting Frasier Crane in my blog. I'm sorry to say, but it's true.
I'm sure if you are reading this, you know me, so you know I have a love and affection for classical music.
A few months ago, the Seattle Symphony performed a piece called the "Symphony of a thousand" by Mahler(that's not the real title, but what's it's known as)...and every night on 98.1 KING FM they played a commercial saying what a masterpiece it is and how it's not to be missed. I couldn't help but remember what Frasier said(see title of blog), and I chose to not buy tickets.
Tonight on said radio station, they played a recording of that performance, and I thought to myself..."Self! Give it a shot! You're 30 now, maybe you might like it"
So I did. I tried for the better part of an hour, and I really wish I could get that time back.
If I were to compare that piece of music to a piece of art...it would be a large white canvas with random colors splattered wherever. No rhyme or reason. This piece of music was distracting! Imagine, music being distracting!
I could go on and on giving examples, but I won't.
This isn't a blog about music :)
There's plenty of music I don't like (Rachmaniov piano concertos), but this is a whole new category....music I truly do not understand.
It's like a comedian you don't understand...confusing, huh?
Don't try to listen to this piece to try to understand this blog, just take my word for it!
Please! Don't do it!
I'm sure if you are reading this, you know me, so you know I have a love and affection for classical music.
A few months ago, the Seattle Symphony performed a piece called the "Symphony of a thousand" by Mahler(that's not the real title, but what's it's known as)...and every night on 98.1 KING FM they played a commercial saying what a masterpiece it is and how it's not to be missed. I couldn't help but remember what Frasier said(see title of blog), and I chose to not buy tickets.
Tonight on said radio station, they played a recording of that performance, and I thought to myself..."Self! Give it a shot! You're 30 now, maybe you might like it"
So I did. I tried for the better part of an hour, and I really wish I could get that time back.
If I were to compare that piece of music to a piece of art...it would be a large white canvas with random colors splattered wherever. No rhyme or reason. This piece of music was distracting! Imagine, music being distracting!
I could go on and on giving examples, but I won't.
This isn't a blog about music :)
There's plenty of music I don't like (Rachmaniov piano concertos), but this is a whole new category....music I truly do not understand.
It's like a comedian you don't understand...confusing, huh?
Don't try to listen to this piece to try to understand this blog, just take my word for it!
Please! Don't do it!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Tuesday
I have made two discoveries this weekend. Both concern allergies (not my favorite topic, but I can't escape them!!!)...
- Good old Benadryl seems to work really well
- Perfume makes my allergy symptoms multiply by 7
This is not good...when I get dressed, if I don't have perfume on my bare skin, I feel naked. Seriously. Almost like how if you forget your watch (or earrings), you feel "off". I am in quite the pickle...no perfume, allergies almost non existent....perfume, Magena smell good.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Thirty and...
snotty!
Ah tis the season to bring out the Neti Pot, kleenex, and whatever drugs help reduce the snot in your nose.
Allergies my friends. According to http://pollen.com trees are spitting out stuff right now. I never thought that trees were the root(ha ha)of all this snot. I always thought it was flowers and kitties.
Oh well, at least now I know.
You will all be pleased to know I went to Anita today and got my hair done. I feel like a brand new lady(well, not really)...but I have realized that I really like going to the salon. It's fun to sit and gab about food, boys, and ghosts(yes, those were our topics today).
I made my weekly Target run, cause you never know what they might have :)
(the answer, all sorts of things)
We shall see if sister wants to join me for dinner tonight. I'm pretty sure she will decline the offer(she usually does), which is fine....more chicken enchiladas for me.(ha ha)
Peace out!
Ah tis the season to bring out the Neti Pot, kleenex, and whatever drugs help reduce the snot in your nose.
Allergies my friends. According to http://pollen.com trees are spitting out stuff right now. I never thought that trees were the root(ha ha)of all this snot. I always thought it was flowers and kitties.
Oh well, at least now I know.
You will all be pleased to know I went to Anita today and got my hair done. I feel like a brand new lady(well, not really)...but I have realized that I really like going to the salon. It's fun to sit and gab about food, boys, and ghosts(yes, those were our topics today).
I made my weekly Target run, cause you never know what they might have :)
(the answer, all sorts of things)
We shall see if sister wants to join me for dinner tonight. I'm pretty sure she will decline the offer(she usually does), which is fine....more chicken enchiladas for me.(ha ha)
Peace out!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Rainy Days and Wednesdays
Wednesdays are never fun at work. The warehouse manager is there all night and it's like having the principal in class. Plus it's my friday and I just want to leave as soon as I can.
This morning my alarm didn't go off....my BlackBerry is acting up again(that's twice in a month for those keeping track) This little piece of technology sometimes is a piece of crap!
This morning my alarm didn't go off....my BlackBerry is acting up again(that's twice in a month for those keeping track) This little piece of technology sometimes is a piece of crap!
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