The cranky is rising....

STOP "FIXING" THINGS

DEAR NEW PROQUEST,

I HATE YOU. I hate your changes to the booleans. I hate that you remember my previous search parameters. I hate all the things.

SINCERELY,
ME

Tasty Fail

So, as previously mentioned, I am working my way towards bready perfection this year. As part of that question, last night I attempted to make ciabatta style sandwich rolls. Y'all, this is the kind of failure that makes me want to toss in the apron. The rolls were tasty, but I thought, based on the recipe, that theywould SPREAD and rise...and they just...rose. So they really didn't make a sandwich roll...unless you want to eat a rather tiny sandwich, and due to the the rather crusty nature of ciabatta bread, they dn't actually make very good dinner rolls,s o this was pretty much an all around failure. However, I am not defeated. I will rise again (pun intended) until I get the perfect recipe for tasty perfection. I must admit though that the waste of a fairly large amount of ingredients was extremely cranky making. However, the cranky was mitigated by the production of a very tasty pizza, which I made the crust for from scratch.

Second Verse, Same as the first

So today I added Margaret Sanger to the list of potential topics to have freshman prove their research skills on. She was a fascinating woman, who did a lot for the cause of allowing woman to control their own bodies, which in turn made a huge difference in the overall ability of women to move in society at large. If you haven't already done so, I encourage you to read My Fight for Birth Control, by Sanger. Then you can be as cranky as I am when you realize how many of the arguments she faced are still being presented to stop women from having control of their bodies and their lives TODAY.

The dough also rises

I have only made one resolution for this year:

Get awesome at making bread.

How about you?

(my recent bread making failures have led to extreme crankiness, but it's really only entertaining if you'r ein the room with me when Ir ealize what's gone wrong. I would be hilarious on my own cooking show (Which would be called Baking Between Naps) but it would be too expensive to bleep out all the profanity that happens when I realize my extreme failures.

I WEAR MY SUNGLASSES AT NIGHT (because I am a douche bag)

So I blew it with NaBloPoMo, sorry guys. But here is a quick cranky moment.

Sunglasses. Inside. At Night. WHATEVER. Are you blind? Are you light sensitive? If yes, you are the only people who get a pass on this. If the answer is no CUT THAT CRAP OUT RIGHT NOW I AM NOT KIDDING.

Thank you, that is all.

When did they put that speed bump in?

So, a kid got hit on my campus today. Apparently, he walked away from it, but his leg later swelled up.

That is a real, serious bummer and I feel bad for the kid.

HOWEVER

(You knew there was going to be a however, right?)

The driver stopped to check on him and the kid admitted that it was his fault for walking out in front of the car. THAT makes me cranky. I get that in a pedestrian heavy area like a college campus that drivers need to be aware, drive slowly and stop at crosswalks. That does not relieve the pedestrians of the responsibility to think! There is a lot of on street parking, which means there are cars blocking the view for drivers, buildings, etc. If I can't see you, I can't stop for you. You HAVE TO STOP AND LOOK. PERIOD.

I feel like a lot of things that make me cranky should be common sense and this is definitely one of those issues. Did you make it through kindergarten? Did you watch Sesame St.? Mr. Rogers? Then you really should know better. And if you do things you know you shouldn't and get hurt? Then you need to suck it. That's not the driver's fault, that's yours. You made that BAD DECISION. And you need to suck it up and deal with the results. (This is, FYI, applicable to many things beyond crossing the street, so feel free to take it with you.)