Best ginger cookies ever

INGREDIENTS

• 2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
• 2 teaspoons ground ginger
• 1 teaspoon baking soda
• 3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
• 1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
• 1/4 teaspoon salt
• 3/4 cup margarine, softened
• 1 cup white sugar
• 1 egg
• 1 tablespoon water
• 1/4 cup molasses
• 2 tablespoons white sugar

DIRECTIONS

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Sift together the flour, ginger, baking soda, cinnamon, cloves, and salt. Set aside.
2. In a large bowl, cream together the margarine and 1 cup sugar until light and fluffy. Beat in the egg, then stir in the water and molasses. Gradually stir the sifted ingredients into the molasses mixture. Shape dough into walnut sized balls, and roll them in the remaining 2 tablespoons of sugar. Place the cookies 2 inches apart onto an ungreased cookie sheet, and flatten slightly.
3. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes in the preheated oven. Allow cookies to cool on baking sheet for 5 minutes before removing to a wire rack to cool completely. Store in an airtight container.

SO GOOD. My personal fave.

Pure genius

Possibly the funniest comic series the world has ever seen. I LOVE Cyanide and Happiness.
http://www.explosm.net

Don't even tell me you don't love that.

Just say no.

I hate musicals.
Everything about them. How the characters are in totally separate parts of the world, but sing the same song and work off each others' verses perfectly, how dialog is in singing form and is therefore always rhyming, and in reality, there are only 3 tunes being used again and again and again, only with different words (like Baa Baa Black Sheep vs. ABC'S vs. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star). Honestly. And that's considered a form of entertainment?!
True, the performers tend to have fun performing in shows, but keep in mind how much time goes into the preparation and presentation of it. Take me, for example. I've spent about a tenth of the time that a lead character has on the musical, and I've spent about 30 hours in the windowless theatre over the past week. My job is brainless, but necessary. I am the Mic Mistress, pretty much. 5pm-10pm, replacing batteries, handing out mics, taking them back, unmuting the mics of the fools who messed with their battery packs, and the occasional removal of a chair from the stage, just to stir things up.
One show tonight, six to go.

Sunday Skiing

Went snowboarding yesterday with a few good friends. Had to wake up at 5 in the morning, but it was worth it. A quick breakfast, followed by a two hour bus ride, which left some time for napping and listening to music.
Once at the mountain, my friends and I took to the slopes. Nobody got hurt - too badly - though one among our crew broke a snowboard binding and ended up buying a new pair on the mountainside. He's happy though. His new ones are much better.
Snow wasn't too bad either... A bit icy when we first got there, since the hill had yet to see a lot of sun. But it was a beautiful day, thank goodness. Didn't need to wear any more than a hoodie.
We took a break for lunch (noodle cup and Coke Zero. Godly.), and headed out for a few more hours.
The bus ride back was fun too. We watched some Disney movie on the tiny bus tv's, and made a stop at an A&W/Esso station. Needless to say, we were satisfied.
All in all, it was a fun day, as any day on the slopes would be, made better by the hilarious crew of people that came along.

Owee.

My shins are feeling the hurt today.
Why I joined running, I'm not entirely sure. I must have been crazy. Actually, clinically insane. When I run, nausea is almost guaranteed. Kicks in sometimes after only 10 minutes or so. Some days, my legs feel like lead, and lifting them takes so much effort.
Sad.
Muscle burn, side stitches, cramps, dehydration... Most of the time, I ask myself "whyyyyy on earth am I still running?". Nobody can actually, physically MAKE me go, right?
But still, I keep going. The next 100 meters. The next kilometer. The next 8 kilometers.
The promise that in x amount of time, I'll come to a walk, then a complete stop, is enough to keep me going.
Still. Running is for crazy people.