Tuesday, May 13, 2003
har.so to prove to myself that web class was not a total waste of time, I've made up a template for my blog. I haven't got the time to put up an entire site, so I decided to do this. In accordance with my new puke-worthy girliness (girlyness?), it's all pink. A nod to Mr. Ruscha, please don't sue me for copyright. And for you Americans, 57.5 cm is 22 5/8 inches and 72.7 cm is 28 5/8 inches.
I still can't figure out how to make the thing be in Times New Roman, and I can't figure out the comments system for the life of me, but those are problems I will deal with later.
Today I went on a wild dancing spree with my mother in the study, to the Mamas and Papas. When I first put in the tape and started jumping about, Pete woke up and looked around with sleepy droopy eyes, then tucked his head back under his stomach. The motion reminded me much of how a person stuffs his/her head under the pillow when woken by noise, and it was really rather adorable.
I did bake that honey cake, and my mother and I are still in disagreement about whether it is a cake or just a bread. Cake or not, it was quickly consumed (or inhaled, as is more fitting) by my family members and now only a quarter of it remains. In less than twenty-four hours.
As for the cake-or-bread debate, my mother says it is bread because 1) cakes are spongy and soft and sweet and 2) my honey cake is none of those things. I say it is cake because 1) it's round 2) it *is* sweet, you have to remember to pour the honey syrup over it and 3) the reason it is not quite so spongy in texture is because I used applesauce in place of the butter, and my mother is as big a calorie-counting freak as I am and I've made the cake so the whole thing comes out to less than 500 calories, so if you're going to complain go do it somewhere else!
Or so I should say to my mother.
I end this entry with a notable event from the evening:
mummy dearest: what are you eating? are you eating crushed ice again?
i said: it's crushed ice with a bit of sprite poured over it. it's good.
mom: eat something nutritious! (and something to the point of "your hands are too bony")
And I think I have to increase my body fat percentage for fertility reasons. After all the work I've done to build muscle and fighting a war against my own body fat, this strikes me as incredibly ironic/stupid/something, I dunno.
Go read Get Fuzzy, it's really awfully cute and makes me want to get a Siamese.
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