Friday, September 01, 2006
sharing some yums
This recipe came from the Parakeet’s brother and his wife. It is quickly becoming a Russell favorite and it would be great for the singletons out there as well.
Preheat the oven to 350.
The Parakeet and the Huz use one can of beans for their two pieces of chicken. You just do what you want.
P.S. This tastes good AND it’s healthy.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
The Parakeet heard this on her home answering machine yesterday:
Hello. Sala. Sala Hussell, this is Connie Chung. So carr me back. My sten-shun 3507.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
The Parakeet walked past a man on a pay phone at the Century Mall yesterday. This is what she heard him say,
“Julie. Julie! You got to come over to my house and give me some money. $5, $10, $20. I don’t care. I got no money. Julie! You got to give me some money. Julie!”
Then her elevator came and she left him there…..
Thursday, September 07, 2006
here we gooo…….
Well, both of the Russells have extremely trying weeks ahead. The Parakeet goes into Tech on an amazing show where she gets to play an amazing role. All the amazing-ness could mean a testy few days, however. Her tech happens to coincide with expiration (a funny little thing that happens once a month in the stock market.). Expiration is the tech of traders. It’s busy, long, and no one is allowed to take a day off. So much for that cushy day job.
The Huz has about three jobs to complete at once today. If only he had a few more hours and another body, then he could be in the shop and on site at the same time! On Monday he flies back to Arizona to finish up a job from a busy period a couple weeks ago.
NO rest for the weary.
All that said, they are leaning on each other and hoping there will be some sweet celebration coming up.
AND the good thing is they both really do LOVE what they do. So when you’re busy doing what you Love, there’s no complaining really. Just deep breaths and one day at a time.
However, it’s not clear who will ever get the garbage taken out or the laundry done…hmmmmmm. Where is that maid?
Friday, September 08, 2006
The Parakeet has been upping her cardio and changing some eating habits (spreading that food out through the day, smaller, more frequent meal, less carbs, etc.) to try and lose ‘those last few pounds’. Well, her metabolism is moving quite quickly. She gets hungry fast. This morning, she did not remember her Zone bar for the 9-10ish hour at work. By ten, her stomach was going to eat itself; the 6:30 breakfast was not hanging on. And Ladies and Gentlemen, the Parakeet got a Qdoba chicken burrito at 10:15 in the morning! Leaving most of the tortilla aside, she ate the whole thing.
Disgusting but Tasty.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Monday’s should not start with:
-The Huz leaving for Arizona before the sun rises
Monday’s should start with:
-no problems in the trading position
Every-things gonna be all right. Who else can claim a turn-around before 9AM?
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
words that might describe the Parakeet on a certain September Tuesday morning:
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
coffee or claritin?
who knows what did it, but the Parakeet is a giggling mess. She is laughing out loud in her little office, alone, remembering things that her siblings did as children………..
Sunday, September 17, 2006
On Thursday, the cutest 7 or 8 year-old girl walked up onto the el platform. She had braids hanging down her back and pink tennis shoes. She looked around and immediately said, “Man, someone smells like baked beans.”
The Parakeet almost lost it. Hilarious.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Cheer: or one of the more embarassing moments of my life
An Excerpt: (the good part)
Standing with arms crossed over head.
There was a technical problem. The music wouldn’t begin. Sara had to pee. Who knows why it had to happen then? But the urge was strong and it wasn’t leaving. The Cheerleaders were good little soldiers and they waited patiently in formation, frozen. The music would start eventually. Sara whispered loudly so the whole squad could hear, “I have to pee.”
“Hold it” Pepper whispered back.
“I really have to pee.”
“Well, what do you want to do?”
Sara thought and said “Cross your legs. Ready. Okay?”
And the whole squad held frozen in position, their arms above their head, their legs crossed. Nothing if not supportive. Sara began to wiggle.
From the stands, her mom knew the problem and was all ready beginning to laugh.
“Kneel on one knee. Ready. Okay?”
From this position, Sara decided it was hopeless. There was no way she’d be able to finish the dance and the stunting if she had to go this bad. She relieved herself through her bloomers and on to the fifty-yard line. Mortified, she simply wiped her leg along the grass.
And as if the planets were now aligned, the music began:
“5……4……….3………..2……..Jump Everybody, Jump Everybody, Jump!” And the girls danced and jiggled. They lifted Sara into an extension. She tried not to cry.
As they left the field in a straight line, Kristina told her to calm down that everything was fine.
Sara just snapped, “Oh shut up, you’d act like a bitch if you pissed your pants on a football field, too.”
Her mother arrived to listen to that gem, but couldn’t stop giggling. She drove Sara home immediately, laughing, secretly proud that her daughter wasn’t “just one of those cheerleaders”.