Why Oh Why Have I Never Made Curry?

A couple of days ago, I stumbled upon a crock-pot vegetable curry recipe. I made it last night, and lo! It was so very very delicious! And also a wee bit spicy (glad I got the sweet curry powder rather than the hot), but in a good way. Look at me, learning to dig spicy things, mushrooms, peppers, and tomatoes! Vegetarianism has been a real boon to expanding my food palate, especially once I got past the "um, mac and cheese doesn't have any meat in it!" phase.

Has anyone else been watching Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution? It's making me really want to cook in earnest (and dear god, I can never look at a chicken nugget again). It's also making me glad that my generation wasn't quite so saturated in fast and processed, pre-packaged food.

Nancy Pelosi Rocks!

Can she get it done, or can she get it done?

It's a whole new freaking world. I'm just sad for all the people whom it's too late to help.

Gahhh! The Panic Sets In: Displacement Activity!

While I furiously bake brownies, refresh my favorite blogs, and do my yoga and cardio workout, I make mental lists of everything I see in my house that requires my attention (that window cord; my god, those lights in the garage that haven't worked since the first month I lived here; shit, has that woodwork always had such huge holes?). Of course, I will have to get the city to do an inspection then and fix anything that needs to be fixed before I put the house on the market. And I will be out of vacation time, so I'm seriously wondering how I'll be accomplishing all this in tidy weekend intervals. And while I frantically bake brownies, etc., I panic more about the now-smaller weekend windows I have. . . . It's a vicious circle.

So I'm accepted into one program and awaiting word on the second. But since they're both in the same place, I know where I'm moving and can plan accordingly. Yay! Can I outsource the logistical things? Not only am I not emotionally and financially capable, I lack the physical strength to, say, move every piece of furniture I have into my kitchen so that the floor guy can sand and work his miracles.

And I'm Officially Accepted into an MFA Program!

In the space of two days, one acceptance, one rejection. One more to go and, I hope, a decision. But either way, I'm going to grad school!