That’s a bit too high-falutin’ soundin’ for my mama… 
I want cheesecake! I almost made one for TG, but I would have had to buy a springform pan.
I never owned a spring form pan until after I started seeing ACBG. See, when I found out he makes cheesecakes I bought one just for those cheesecake making occasions that might occur when he happens to be at my house. I’m all thoughtful like that.
Okay, Monday sucked, let’s move on to Tuesday. 
Yesterday at work was so crazy I may have forgotten to breathe once or twice. I had to go home and completely ignore all plans I had to clean and pack and other things in favor of locating my Christmas tree (but not decorating it) and finding the stockings (but not hanging them), then falling asleep on my couch while watching Guys and Dolls. And tonight, once again, rather than clean or pack or anything else, I think I’m going to go see Rent, even if I have to go alone.
And I almost bought a springform pan this weekend, but someone made the mistake of telling me cheesecake is difficult to make. And let’s face it–if I know how to make a cheesecake, my clothing size will increase dramatically.
I bought a set of three at Target this year for ten bucks. That means I now have four of them since I bought a marginally expensive one last year. I used the expensive one and one of the cheap ones to make two nine inch cheesecakes this year. There was no discernable difference between the two cakes. Springform pans are Jake.
No storms here today. Just rainy and dismal.
Tupug
Naaaah. Neufchatel and Splenda…
EW! With relish? Gross!
Unless it’s corn relish, then I guess it would be OK in a “regional” way.
Now, back to reading the thread to find out what’s going on before I actually post something.
They’re the new version of Siegfried and Roy, right? Back when it first came out, I had a friend believing that Splenda was the name of the Good Witch of the South. Or North. Or whichever one Glinda wasn’t. Not as funny as the time we convinced a different friend that Yugo made a station wagon called the Weallgo, but amusing nevertheless. (It was when we added that they also had a motorcycle called the Igo that he caught on.)
I discovered last night that I might actually manage to finish the leftover mashed taters (but not Taters) before they go bad, unlike last year. Last year was my first massive Thanksgiving attempt, and I made enough mashed taters to feed my entire apartment complex. This year, it was just enough to feed my own building. But I’ve still got an apple pie and a half, a pumpkin pie and a third, and I think somebody left a tollhouse pie somewhere in the house and I just can’t find it.
shudders
I hold to the belief that dessert is not worth the bother if it’s sugar and fat free.
It’s supposed to be a treat, not a punishment.
I’ve been known to make tuna sandwiches with sweet pickle relish, and I’m pretty sure I’ve had one of those with chocolate milk a time or two. Other then that, I usually have pretty normal foods to go with my cocoa. I meant I take great delight in eating Dove dark chocolate. I’ve got a nice orange sitting here waiting to be eaten, but I clipped a hangnail too close and it bled, so I have to wait a bit so I don’t irritate it with orange juice.
Well, I’ve read up and we’re on to cheese and fake sugar, so I’ll tell you about…
My dogs.
Or rather, their toys.
Last week the Little Woman went to the pet store. We needed some dog food and some cat food. (We have three dogs and they all eat a different variety of food. Lucy eats regular dog food, Nicki (when she’s awake) eats “sensitve tummy” dog food (because she has a “sensitive tummy”) and Brody eats puppy food (because he’s a puppy). It’s all some variety of ProPlan (made by Purina), but it’s all different stuff.) (The cat eats ProPlan cat food. Just so’s you know.) (The appostrophe probably doesn’t belong in “so’s”, but I think it makes the word look better. Like I prefer “no one” to “noone”.) She came home with a new dog toy for Lucy and Brody. It was a canvas alligator. Was a canvas alligator. (Actually it still is a canvas alligator, but it’s already seen better days.) The little rotten terrier dogs were playing with it (mostly “keep away” but also “tug and growl meanly”) and it popped a few holes through the canvas. They were barely playing with it for an hour! Dude! The alligator was dooooooomed! (Oh yeah, and while the Little Woman was at the dog store, did she get any dog food (the whole point of going)? Nope. I went back later that day.)
So we were at the Maul this weekend (I’ll tell you why in a minnit), and there’s this special dog toy store. We got the dogs (Brody and Lucy, but not Nicki because she’s busy sleeping and doesn’t like to play with the other two dogs anyway) a Kevlar man. Only not real Kevlar, since that’s a trademarked term, but “ballistic nylon”. The little rotten terrier dogs haven’t managed to pop a hole in it. Yet.
Why were we at the Maul? I have no idea.
Wait! Yes I do. We “needed” a new tree topper for our Christmas tree. The one we had last year is all broken, in that the lights don’t light up any more. So we needed a new one.
We went everywhere looking for a new (non-ugly) tree topper. Apparently the cool kids (not us, so I used little letters for “cool kids”, we’re the “Cool Kids”) don’t put tree toppers on their Christmas trees anymore. (Or until next year when we’re not looking for one, so we’ll be tripping over them all over the place.) We couldn’t find a tree topper to save our lives! (In the fabric store (we even looked for tree toppers in the fabric store) we ran into another couple looking for a tree topper. They had been looking (it sounded like “non-stop” when I was talking to the husband portion of the other couple) for the past two days. With no luck.)
So, in desperation, we went to the Maul. (The Little Woman needed new hand “balm” anyway.) They had a special Christmas store there. And lo! They had a Christmas tree topper! And it wasn’t ugly! So we bought it.
Now we have a brand new tree topper on our Christmas tree. And it doesn’t light up either. (Which was the reason we needed a new one, remember? The old one didn’t light up anymore.) But this one isn’t supposed to light up, so that’s alright.
In other dog news, I cave my first dental cleaning to a dog yesterday. I did OK.
-Rue. (all Christmas-y now we have Thanksgiving out of the way)
Draelin, if I was within a 30 minute car ride of you, I’d know exactly where that Tollhouse pie had gotten off to.
Rue I’m guessing the dog didn’t puke after you caved the teeth cleaning. I’m guessing that cause I’m sure you woulda told us cause puke is always to be discussed in the MMP. When I had a dog, he always puked after he had his teeth cleaned. Luckily he always did it in the vet’s office and not when he got home. He was thoughtful like that. Come to think of it, Jake (that was his name, for real!) was a rather thoughtful puker at home. He preferred to do it in front of the kitchen sink. Since the floor in the kitchen is linoleum, I always thought that was thoughtful of him.
Did I mention my sinuses hurt? I did, didn’t I? Well, they still do. I’m feelin’ all icky. I think I might go home and Benadryl[sup]TM[/sup] myself and sleep for a while. After I eat. If I take it before I eat I might puke. I’d puke in the bathroom in the toilet though cause I’m thoughtful like that. Plus I’d just have to clean it up anyway, so why not puke where I can flush it.
I’m thinking about putting up my cute little fiber optic tree for the doin’s at my house on Friday. Just for fun. I have a tree topper for my big tree that I’m not putting up this year. It’s an angel tree topper. It doesn’t light up. It’s purty though. Maybe I’ll go out to my storage building and excavate around for some of my Santas and put them out too. I have lots and lots of Santas. I am purposely avoiding the Maul because there’s this store (Kirklands) that has lots and lots of Christmasy stuff in it, especially Santas. I just know there’d be a Santa or four I’d just have to have if I so much as walk by the store, so I have banned myself from the Maul. ACBG has been charged with ensuring that I don’t unban myself until after Christmas. I figure that’ll work since he has no desire to go to the Maul whatsoever any time of the year unless it just can’t be avoided.
-swampbear (Maul. HEE! I like that)
I am really so bored today, guys. I know I have to go to class, and I plan on it, but… the motivation is lacking today. (Also, I forgot to turn my TV off last night, and it woke me up a couple of hours ago, and I couldn’t find the remote, because I was laying on it.)
I want cheesecake too. 
I really want cheesecake. And I still can’t figure out the name of that bakery. Crud. (I know I’ll come up with it, right in the middle of class…)
It’s dismal outside here, too–cold and drenched with pouring rain. I’m trying to figure out this really obtruse and scholarly article in the Journal of Hellenic Studies for my Ancient and Medieval Lit class, and it’s a pain in the arse.
Am I a “Cool Kid” too? beams like a beamy thing that beams
You bastards! Now I want cheesecake, too. Well, tomorrow’s my birthday, so maybe I’ll have some!
cough
Haaaaaaaaaappy biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirthdaaaaaaaaaaaaay toooooooo yoooooooooooooooooooooooooouu!
many snogs, lots of champagne and confetti and cheesecake
I brought the remains of my pumpkin cheesecake in to work today. There’s only so much I can eat by myself! If anyone wants to drop by my office, I think there’s still a little left!
Ok, tell you what. First pretend it’s tomorrow and I just sang happy birthday to you…
Next, imagine me walking out of here to go get some lunch, at which luncheon I will be sure to order a cheesecake slice for dessert.
Next, make sure you have cheesecake tomorrow.
And try and forget the part where I sang, because you really do not want to hear that anyway.
Woo-hoo! Happy almost birthday to Anaamika! Eat lots of cake and chocolate!
Now I want cheesecake. I could walk over to the slightly farther away grocery store and get some. Hmm. On the other hand, I was going to make a peanut butter fudge poke cake today, and eat it with Crispy Crunch ice cream.
Maybe I don’t need cheesecake.
I’ve decided I have to go shopping at lunch. Not because it’s Christmastime and I need to buy presents, but because I realized this morning that I have maybe two long-sleeved shirts and four sweaters–three of which I don’t really like. Now I just have to figure out where the hell I’m going to go shopping. sigh My life is so rough.