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It's Raining.
It's raining. I love the rain, but I hate driving in the rain. Fortunately, by the time I drove home, there were very few people on the road. After work I went to my mother's to get my methotrexate dose, and stuck around for dinner. Mother made her Czech-German-Tex-Mex Enchiladas (that's what we call them). Mmmmm, good.

At work today I was a little bored, and typed up a rather long entry.
I've been meaning to type up a post, but somehow haven't, so now I'm sitting at work, with no internet, typing because there's nothing else to do here. Or something like that. Yay for vim.

This morning I was somewhat depressed. I'm not real sure why. But, a good hard drive almost always makes me feel better. So, off I go. First, I get trapped behind a girl trying to turn right, with no idea of her cars capabilities, who refuses to turn until there is _no_ traffic on the road. Next, as I'm entering the freeway, some little car, I think a Corolla RS (it was an RS, whatever it was) pulls out in front of me, and forces me to break pretty hard. Me being in the bad mood I'm in, I honk. The back seat passengers proceed to wave their hands at me through a tinted window, so I can't quite see what they're doing. My response (I'm in "I'm too pissed to care what you think right now" mode) is to "give them the bird." They seem to think this is funny. As we hit the freeway, I drop my foot on the accelerator pedal, and they're suddenly a speck of dust on my rear view mirror. Thank's for cutting me off and letting me vent some frustration, guys (yes, they were male, every one of them).

I keep heading down the freeway, moving at about 5mph under my car's top speed, watching the traffic fly by as if it were standing still. When I'm upset, that is such a satisfying feeling. I am careful, and leave everyone plenty of space. I know my speed is excessive, and take precautions. I reach the exit I need, and can no longer pick my own speed. O well, my fast trip down the freeway was fun.

I'm headed to my parents' house. There's no food in the apartment -- I've been too lazy to go shopping -- but Mother always has plenty of food in the garage. As I drive up, the first thing I notice is the Sable isn't there. I know my parents are planning on getting rid of it, but I didn't think it was time yet. Maybe one of the cars is in the shop for some reason... I need to check on that. I walk in, and start looking for the kittens. I wander around the house, going in every room except the aqua room and what used to be my bedroom. The kittens are no where... normally they'd be following me around by now. Hmpf. So, I head over to the kitchen, and figure out what I'm going to eat. The can of ravioli looks pretty good, so I open that, and put it in a pot on the stove. While it's starting to heat, I continue wandering around the house calling the kittens. Molly shows up, and smiles at me. I pet her for a bit, stir the ravioli, and go back to looking for the kittens. Isobella finds me. She's so beautiful and black, and I noticed today that her eyes have turned yellow. The perfect black cat. I play with her a bit, but still don't know where Magellan has hidden. Isobella come from the direction of the aqua room, and they're normally together, so I check there. Magellen is laying on the middle of the card table. Last I heard, our cats weren't allowed on tables or desks. O well. I pick him up, and wander back towards the kitchen with both kittens in my arms. I put them down as I stir the ravioli again, and they start playing. What beautiful creatures. The ravioli is pretty warm by now, so I dump it into a bowl. Mmmm, food. The sauce was thinner than it used to be, and the meat in them was less than it used to be. O well, they were still good. I headed off to work, and, well, here I am.

Victoria just commented that she hasn't received an email from my mother in a few days, which is odd, especially since Mother's been sending me at least 5 a day. She said that she'd made enchiladas recently, and there were some leftovers, and that we should eat them for dinner today. Mmmmm, she knows me too well. :) I'll also get my methotrexate dose, which should help some with my joints, and I have a Remicade appointment on Friday.

It's odd, though. Normally, I feel nothing from my joints. I have no daily reminders of my RA except the malformed joints in my right hand. In the past 4 days, I've had minimal pain in my knees, three toes that shouted protest with every step I took, both wrists have hurt, quite a few (4? 5?) of my fingers have had some painful joints, and my back and shoulders hurt last night. None of the pain is very bad, but I so rarely have pain these days that it worries me. I think my arthritis is getting stronger. We'll probably move the MTX back to 6 pills once a week, though Dr. Sayers may prefer to increase the Remicade dose. The Remicade cannot be as easily fine tuned, though... I also wonder when he'll want a hand X-ray again. At first, it was a once-a-year thing, every August, but he didn't seem to want one last year, and hasn't said anything about it yet this year. If I try to curl my big toes, I notice they are stiff today.

There is the most incredible gemstone here. I'm not sure exactly what it is, but it's cut and polished. It looks like it may be quartz, but it doesn't seem quite right for that. The amazing thing about it is the impurities. The main mineral is a clear stone, very clean and pure looking, but growing up from the base are brown crystals. They curl and twist, and wrap around themselves as they work their way up the stone. Finally, two distinct threads emerge, reaching for the top. One comes only millimeters away from the point. This stone is the perfect example of how impurities -- imperfections -- make something beautiful.

I saw Seabiscuit on Monday. For anyone who doubts, it is not a horse movie. It is a tale of three men, and their lives, coming into and out of depression, and how they all manage to find this horse, each other, healing, and fame, in one small, mal-proportioned, but very fast package. It's a good movie, but not a horse movie. Seabiscuit was very well cast, though the horse's acting wasn't quite as seamless and "real" as High Tower was in The Horse Whisperer (yes, I know the name of an equine actor, and no, I don't know his trainer's name). I wouldn't have minded a little more in depth about the horse's training, as well. What kind of workouts did they do, when? And how did the horse work alone? We never get a feel for how he runs on his own, we only see his attitude in a race.

Well, I guess that's a long enough post. Now, what am I going to do with the next four hours?

O, I asked my mother about the cars. Her car has electric windows, and one of them refused to go up, so it's in the shop to get the motor replaced. Dad is in the Sable, and Mother's driving the '84 Camry.

Current Mood: calm calm
Current Music: Sixpence None the Richer - Don't Dream it's Over

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madcowmoomoo From: madcowmoomoo Date: August 14th, 2003 08:42 am (UTC) (Link)
Czech-German-Tex-Mex Enchiladas

what does that look like? weiner in an enchilada??
decibel45 From: decibel45 Date: August 14th, 2003 02:23 pm (UTC) (Link)

You're only covering the German portion there, though... lotsa cheese makes it tex-mex... no clue about the Czech part...
equiraptor From: equiraptor Date: August 14th, 2003 04:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
Well, the think is, my mother is half Czech, and three eights German, so since she invented these enchiladas, she calls them Czech-German-Tex-Mex enchiladas.

Actually, they're pretty simple. Have leftover chili (real chili has no beans, btw). Cut velveeta and cheddar into little cubes. Put a corn tortilla in a 13x9 pan. Put a strip of chili on the tortilla, and line it with the cheese cubes (we do cheddar on one side, velveeta on the other). Roll up the tortilla. Add onions if you'd like, or pretty much anything at this point. Repeat until the pan is full. Bake until heated through. Mmmmmm, they're good, but definitely not traditional enchiladas.
madcowmoomoo From: madcowmoomoo Date: August 14th, 2003 04:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
sour-kraut and weiner with cheese in enchinlada? i'm only guessing. =)
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