cows in space

Last night’s party: I accidentally burned the tofu into cute little triangular shaped teriyaki charcoal briquettes. All the other food turned out very successfully. There was way too much of it, as usual. We all made a good dent in the margarita bucket. We have huge amounts of ice cream left over, which is bad because we are trying to adapt to a diet without refined sugar and high-glycemic carbohydrates such as potatoes, corn, and white flour (like the “Sugar Busters” thing that is popular).

I went over to Hong Kong market to buy the ill-fated tofu the other night and was completely fascinated by the kinds of ice cream they sell in the freezer section: there’s regular stuff like mango, plum, and green tea, but then there’s avocado, which must taste like guacamole (bleah!); cheese-and-corn which contained cheddar cheese and creamed corn (I am not making this up); AND, get this, FOUR-CHEESE ICE CREAM!

Here’s my first Flash project from class:

It’s story time again:

In 3rd grade at Harrington Elementary in Plano, the teacher would occasionally chide me in math class for “traveling” — somehow my desk would scoot its way across the floor. I’m not sure how this happened; maybe I was moving my feet or something or fidgeting in my seat, but my desk would slowly but surely move up the room. “Katie, you’re traveling again!”

Also, 3rd grade was when I got glasses. I can’t remember if I had a hard time seeing the blackboard, but I do remember going into the little A/V room with the class to watch a movie or a filmstrip, and trying to sit in the first row and still having to scrunch up my eyes so I could see clearly. But it didn’t actually occur to me that this was abnormal; that this wasn’t how everyone saw. My teacher must have noticed me squinting and called my parents or something.

In kindergarten at Applewood Elementary in Houston, we used to play Red Rover at recess. This game was great fun, although I rarely got picked to be the red rover. The kids would stand in two lines facing each other, holding hands. One team would chant, “Red Rover, Red Rover, let come over!” Then the kid whose name was called would break out of formation and run at the team who chanted, trying to break through. If he could, he joined that team. Or something like that. Anyway, you got to run and crash into people on purpose and not get in trouble for it.