Sadly, I am another year older. Yikes.
Happily, I got a mani/pedi for a bday gift. Nice.
golden palm
triple word score
Okay, now let's not get our shorts in a knot... I've had a few requests to do HOM ...
Now, these aren't really HOM, I don't think... These just happen to be the few photos I have that involve my hands on someone's face. Funny. For those of you who find this hand-over-mouth stuff a turn-off, you can relax. This is about as HOM-y as it gets. And for all you HOM fans - well, I'm afraid it's a WYSIWYG situation.
black manicure and mystery mouth
my good friend K - quiet for a while
Sadly, I haven't been able to get my sizable hands on a camera yet. But, hey - I can still write. I was reminded of this blog tonight as I made cabbage rolls. It is very hands-on work. Almost everything is done using one's hands. From combining the meat, with the rice and eggs to pulling dozens of thin leaves from the head of a pickled cabbage - it's a lovely tactile experience. My favourite part is squishing the egg and meat mixture between my fingers. It's a very child-like sensation. You have to let go of your adult fussiness and accept the fact that yes, your fingers are coated in a scary mixture of potential e-coli and salmonella bacteria and come to terms with the fact that it's kind of fun. Yes, yes - I do indeed live dangerously.
It's slightly persnickity work - rolling the cabbage around the meat... but it's very satisfying tucking the ends of cabbage into the roll and surveying the results.
I used to watch my mother make cabbage rolls when I was a child. She would remove all of her rings (she wore many), wash her hands and settle down at the kitchen table with a plate piled high with cabbage leaves on one side, the meat mixture on the other and a huge roasting pan on the chair beside her. Her nail polish would flash as she rolled the snug little packages of meat, rice and cabbage - filling the roaster so fast that I could hardly take in her technique. Which is unfortunate, because I could have used a little help tonight! My reward for keeping her company and my real reason for sitting patiently beside her was that she'd let me eat the heart of the sour cabbage. No, we weren't that poor that sour cabbage substituted proper treats like penny candy and that cheap shit from the ice cream truck. No, I just really loved sour cabbage and so did my sister and she is 17 months younger than me and never had the patience to wait. Plus, I could lord it over her. My, this does sound weird... Don't you judge me!
So, now I'm sitting here waiting for my very first batch of cabbage rolls to come out of the oven. Waiting to see if they even hold a candle to my mother's. I have the sour cabbage heart to myself but I'm too afraid to eat it for fear of heart burn. Sad to be old. You know, my family isn't even Ukrainian. Not that it matters. I'm just saying...
Hmm... my fingertips are a bit puckered from all that acidic cabbage. I best go moisturize. I know this doesn't exactly count as a hand post - but I felt like telling you about cabbage rolls. What can you do?
Hello, Poodles!
This has really been a long time coming... I do apologize, but my life has been crazy. Seriously. I am working a million hours a day, slowly digging my way out of a mountain of debt and trying to remain sane in the meantime.
I am writing a quick note here because last night I went out to do a little karaoke and ran into a woman whom I met at my sister's Christmas party - the woman who had larger hands than me. We chatted a bit and she asked about the hand blog and I felt a bit anxious and guilty for not writing in so long. I told her that her hand generated some kind comments and she blushed and thought it was funny. Cute girl and she really does have pretty hands.
I'm sorry I'm not writing more right now, but I promise more will come at the end of the week. My friend is going to lend me his camera again so hopefully I will have some new photos to share.
I hope you are all well and enjoying the new year so far. A belated happy new year from me and my mitts.
Love and rockets...
J
Merry Christmas and Happy Last Days of 2006. I had a lovely Christmas right up until Christmas morning when sadly someone close to me and to the people I care about unexpectedly left us. It is terrible and it has tarnished the holiday season, but I insist on appreciating the good stuff. And there was good stuff, so let us concentrate on that. Besides, this isn't the place to air this particular laundry. I only mention it in way of an explanation for no real post here - I'm not much in the mood.
But a brief explanation... We went out shopping and I came across a basketball and figured, what the hell... With all the recent emails I've recv'd about the palming of the basketball, I figured I'd better see what all the fuss is about. I don't know if this is the right sized ball, and the photos are pretty crappy (bloody red-eye setting) but you get the idea. I will try to get better photos the next time I'm in a sporting goods store (my rapidly expanding ass is proof as to how few and far between these visits are, but you just never know!)
You tell me: Is there a bigger ball I should be trying? Because the ball I'm holding in these photos really wasn't all that difficult to hold on to - I mean, I really had to stretch (felt nice) to keep the grip, but it wasn't impossible or anything. And, yes, it's heartbreaking that I'm trying this with the packaging attached - but do I really want to purchase a basketball? No. No, I do not.
Forgive the chipped nailpolish... I wasn't anticipating a photoshoot. Hmm, this appears to have turned into the post I was apologizing for not writing. Funny, strange or funny, ha-ha?
You all have a fun and safe New Year's Eve!
Here she is. My sister gave me the go-ahead to post this photo. Funny. Pretty.
Crazy time preparing for Christmas. I'm so glad I'm working a steady job again! But - of course good news is often followed by a big fat 'but'- I don't get my first paycheque until AFTER Christmas. Isn't that nasty? BUT - and this 'but' is a good 'but' - once the pay comes steady, I'll be doing alright. It will take a while before I'm flush again, but I'm optimistic.
I love Christmas and I'm very much looking forward to the holidays. Can you believe its only a few days away? Insane in the membrane.
Ok, dearhearts, that's all for now. I ate too much gingerbread tonight and I feel gross. Time to sleep it off.
Buttery work, making Melting Moments. Yes, that's really what they're called and they are delicious. Phenomenally fattening, but 'tis the season for elastic waistbands.
These tasty morsels have been renamed "Dream Balls" - mostly because it's perverse good fun to say the words "dream balls".
You have to roll the chilled dough into a ball before it melts in your hands. Tricky. So sad that I brought the dough and cookie sheet into the living room so that I could watch TV. In my defense, Letterman was on and I'm pretty sure someone I wanted to see was a guest, though I'll be damned if I can remember... Anyhoo, not important.
I haven't much else to say at the moment. I'm tired and have a million things to do before I start my week. But, I will say this: I've rec'vd three different emails this past week asking me if I can palm a basketball... What's the deal? Does it have to be an NBA ball or can it be women's? If its that important to some of you (and it seems that it is) I will try to get a hold of a ball and see what I can do.
Also, to the kind gentleman who posted a question asking about an alternative to PayPal...I'm open to suggestions. I'm somewhat new to this whole online begging thing... Any ideas? Anyone eager to help out your favourite hand-flaunting charity case? I suppose I could rig up a mailing address... let me think on it. In the meantime, it is incredibly sweet of you to want to reward my exhibitionist tendencies. I appreciate it.
Oops, I forgot this one. This is me and my sister again. Funny. Look at everyone in the background watching. Party tricks!
If you're wondering, she is actually an inch taller than me. I have a really great photo of her posing with her hand in front of her face, but I will have to ask her permission to post it. I'm accustomed to being online - as it's what I've done for a living for the past few years... but she is not. And fair enough. But, like I said, I'll ask.
And I agree with your comments - she has gorgeous hands. I can say that because I am evolved and not even a bit jealous. Nope. Not one bit.
Damn her pretty little hands. Did I say that aloud? Shhh
