A picture from last night’s dinner with extended family.

I so wish I felt comfortable blogging about it. There was so much blog fodder.

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Last night, after a truly, um, eye-opening dinner with extended family in the tourist district, I came home full of unbloggable blog fodder. Because I feel it is unbloggable, and because I was filled to the brim with things that must be recorded because they are so, um, eye-opening, I did something I had not done in about four years: I found my favorite fountain pen (refilled it with my favorite ink color) and my journal, sat down, and put pen to paper. I ignored the usual distractions, including the ps3, the dirty dishes, the ::gasp:: internet, and (mostly) the television, and I wrote. I say mostly about the tv, because I did turn on a show I rather enjoy but rarely see because Wednesday night is usually poker night, and so I never see that show.

But the point is, I wrote. And remembered just how much I enjoy putting an expensive fountain pen onto expensive paper. The pleasant skritch of the medium point nib sliding across the paper. The ink staining my fingers because I never let it dry sufficiently before touching it. The suede-like texture on my journal.

Remember when I used to consider myself a writer? I must do this again… tonight.

And… my two gorgeous, expensive fountain pens found their way into my purse this morning. Such instruments should not be neglected as I have done for the past several years. And so, I’m using one of them all day today. I do love a fabulously expensive writing utensil!

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Because my local WESH news casters are in my house every day, preaching at me from my television, I feel like I know them. And, I’ve met some of them — Jim Payne during a race, Michelle Meredith at Tea Parties, Raul Martinez when I gave blood (and, of course, Wendi Chioji, who is no longer a WESH person, at my very first 5k) — and, let’s face it, I’m not exactly shy when I have something to say. A few months back, Jim Payne made some sarcastic joke during the news, and I immediately went online to email him about what a groaner it was. Verily, I was amused when he replied to my email with sarcasm. The point is, I interact with my local news people because I can. It’s not a frequent thing, but it is something I do.

Rewind to last Friday, when I sent this email to chief meteorologist, Tony Mainolfi:

Tony, Please please please move off screen when you show the 7 day forecast. You always block tomorrow, and rarely let me see what tomorrow’s forecast is. I ride a scooter to work, and prefer knowing what tomorrow’s weather is. But because you always block tomorrow as you ramble on about 6 days from now, I end up going to bed at 1120p not knowing what to expect on my morning commute. You are the worst offender of the WESH weather team. Please, move off screen or over to the other end of the 7 day so I can see tomorrow’s weather.

When I opened my email a few minutes ago, I had this reply:

I am very Sorry for the map blocking. I promise to go from the WORST offender to the BEST. Thanks for your imput and stay on me and keep me posted on my progress. Thanks for watching and have a wonderful evening.
Sincerely,
Tony Mainolfi

As luck had it, just as I was checking my email, Tony came onto my tv to do the weather, and… the seven day came up, and he booked off the screen! My husband and I erupted into applause, and I sent Tony a thank you email!

It’s interactive tv!

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Can you believe we’ve been friends for almost 17 years? That means I’m old. But he had a cashier ask him “you’re over 40, right?” when he bought wine today! LMAO!

He had to change his flight, so he’s flying home tonight instead of tomorrow night. And so, he came for dinner before his flight. I admired his princess bling, and coveted it. He gave me his princess shirt, as he’s not feeling very princessy for some reason!

If not before then, I’ll see him in California in September.

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I asked for helmet pig tails, I saw the charge in the bank account, and finally received them from RTY today!

I’m so cool!

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Our gas grill, having died a horrible death last year, has been working as a charcoal grill for those days when we must grill. And, here’s the buffalo:

Grilled buffalo, grilled asparagus with butter melting, and a lovely cabernet sauvignon:

With spinach on the side:

There was much rejoicing amongst the taste buds! And then, my MIL came over bearing tres leches cake, and the taste buds rejoiced again!

Happy birthday indeed!

Twenty roses from my love.

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Happy birthday to my BIL, Tony. But especially, Happy birthday to me! And many more! With colorful adult beverages from Pat O’Briens.

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Apparently, after a couple adult beverages at Outback, we get blurry.

But before the meal, there was no blur.

Weird. Might be the sweet tea vodka-based tasty adult beverage I was consuming, or their margaritas. Or, my husband just can’t work my camera. One or the other!

It was so great to see my friend! He’s running the disney princess half marathon in the morning, as he’s secure in his manhood enough to run a princess race! He just needs this race to qualify for the coast-to-coast so he and I can run together in California in September. I qualified with my half in January. The things we do for bling!

I hope he comes back on Monday, as we need to re-do the blurry picture.

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For my birthday dinner tomorrow, my husband is going to grill these beauties:

They’re cut-to-order Buffalo rib eyes. Buffalo steak! Sweet! We’ve only had ground buffalo to date, but tomorrow, we feast on buffalo steak!

We drove out to Petty’s Meats last weekend only to discover they’re apparently closed on Sundays. Bummer, because it’s a bit of a drive. So, we headed out that way today and were thrilled to see a hand written sign encouraging us to ask about their Kobe and Buffalo. I didn’t think I could afford to even ask about Kobe, but I did ask for the prices for buffalo, and we waited patiently while they cut our steaks to the 3/4″ thickness we requested, fingers crossed that we could afford it, as it was something like $24/pound, and we had no clue how big the meat would be, other than thickness.

We’re very much looking forward to our buffalo tomorrow!

And, for perspective, if we went to a steak house, we’d spend close to that amount per entree, so bringing home two gorgeous steaks for right around that price is acceptable for a special occasion. Next time, I’m asking about the Kobe.

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Today is my dad’s birthday. Happy birthday Daddy! I love you so much!

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