Tylenol

It doesn't actually DO anything, does it?

I'm not terribly sick, but I do want an aspirin. I don't really think I'm...marmot...but just on the off chance....

Thank heavens for Sugar, who brought my lunch to the sofa, and for my cat, who's loyally guarding me as I rest.

A Good Day For Scones

Hello, dearies. Is it snowing where you are? It is here, but so far there isn't enough for sledding yet, which is WRONG. And I'm getting a cold. Maybe.

Mel mentioned her attempts at making scones without heavy cream, and it reminded me of Sugar's yummy ginger scones, which don't call for it. I asked for the recipe to share with Mel, and Sugar said she'd make them! Things are certainly looking up around here.

Sugar's Yogurt Scones

(recipe clipped by Sugar's mom from...some book on bread, and adjusted a bit here and there. This is half the listed recipe, as it makes too much for us and doesn't keep all that well. This way makes 8 large scones.)

1 1/2 c flour (or use half whole wheat)
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt
4 Tbs butter (1/8 lb, if you buy it in big chunks the way we do)
1 packed Tbs brown sugar
1/2+1/8 c firm yogurt
1 egg
1/4 c ...stuff. The recipe calls for raisins or currants, but since raisins are less than awesome and my body treats currants like DEADLY POISON DO NOT TAKE INTERNALLY ALERT POLICE, we use crystallized ginger and nuts, ideally pecans. (We're out of pecans, though, so today we're trying flax seed.)

1. Preheat oven to 400. Lightly grease baking sheet.

2. Sift dry ingredients (flour, soda, powder, salt) together. Cut butter into brown sugar (food processor or pastry cutter) until uniformly blended, resembling coarse meal.

3. Beat yogurt with egg. Make a well in the dry ingredients; add yogurt and "stuff." Mix minimally ("with swift, decisive strokes." Hot.) until well-blended.

4. Drop by rounded quarter measures onto cookie sheet. [And then it says to brush them with egg, which we never to. When I wheedle, Sugar sprinkles turbinado or other fancy sugar on top. Today, I wheedled.]

5. Bake 12-15 minutes.

Makes 8.

It's taken me longer to type this than it took Sugar to mix up the batter, that's how easy we're talking (or how slow I type). Pictures to come when eating commences! Yay!

ETA:

Here! This photo taken shortly before the scone died a glorious death in my mouth. YumYumYum. Flax seeds are fine -- inoffensive, but not a huge flavor addition. But I like how they feel when I bite them with my front teeth.

True Confessions

And now, for your TWW entertainment, results of a quiz link I found buried in starhillgirl's archives.


I'm going to lose a lot of lesbian points when I tell you that I got this result (instead of Toni) by admitting that yes, I do find the spelling "womyn" hilarious and unsophisticated.

I don't drink much herbal tea anymore, either. (But I do still have cats and quite a number of Dar Williams albums. No need to confiscate my credentials.)

[If you have no idea what this quiz is about, here. Also, thanks for being a terrific ally. I love you even you're straight ;) ]

You Scored as Sydney

You are Sydney! You know that most people are too foolish to make the world a better place, so you're not looking for a better tomorrow -- you're looking for some new clothes and a little respect in the academic world. You can be self-important, so be sure to hug your girlfriend and thank her for putting up with you.

Other Great News

Whatever else comes of yesterday's endeavors, this means a whole 4 weeks without holding my pee for an OPK. Praise the Lord.

You Know What's Awesome?

Valium. Valium is awesome.

If I were in the market for a new addiction, I'd strongly consider this one. Although bear in mind that I am still pretty loopy.

You know what's better than valium?

You all. Thanks for all the kind messages today. When I heard the word "tenaculum," I unfolded them and read them again. (And tried to name every part of England that I could. I'm pretty good with geography, but not when high, apparently. Kept getting caught in a Devon-Dover-"They'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs" loop.)

More later, when I am sobered up. Typing like this is way too hard.

P.S. The socks, for the curious and the SITM faithful, are from Little Miss Mismatched (which means there's a third one, too, in red and yellow). The nurse liked them, too.

After Some Consideration

I have settled on these:



On account of they have spots and stripes, too:




Thanks for the well-wishin', y'all. I'll do my best.

Back In The Saddle

Or the stirrups, at any rate.

Greetings from the [state college where I teach] campus library, where I spend my non-teaching time this semester, since I don't have an office. Today I'm at a large, shared table in the very open art history section, staring at the double-lined OPK I'm holding under the table, where I can pretend that the students can't see it. (They can, of course, just as I can see them pass notes in class.) Lord knows what they think, but who cares?! I am FINALLY OVULATING! W00t!

A little background: after taking November and December off from TTC -- November because I o'd the weekend we got married; December because of travel (and because I wanted to be drinking, not weeping over my period, while visiting my in-laws) -- I expected to ovulate about two weeks ago. Which was right when I found out that I might lose my health insurance. And just like in October, when my revving-to-go body encountered a big wallop of stress, everything came to a screeching halt. (Except the soreness at my left ovary that I get every month around ovulation. That has obligingly kept on going.) Following some major hustle on my part and some help from others, I did NOT lose my health insurance, but even though I've been peeing on sticks like it's going out of style, checking my TP like I'm expecting the Virgin Mary's face to turn up there, and urging my pituitary on, nothin'. So, I say again, W00t!

I'm going in for a valium-assisted IUI tomorrow, so wish me luck, please. Sadly, Sugar can't cancel her afternoon meetings, so I'll be riding solo. I'm sad about that, but it's evidently a difficult thing to schedule around, my ovulation. I'd be happy to think some of you were keeping me company, however virtually.

Heigh-ho, Spermies, Away!