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People do such kind things.  I almost refrained from mentioning the shift in my account because I was afraid someone would take it as a nudge and pay me up for a few more months.  Thank you to whomever felt the urge to do so.  I am grateful, and once again humbled at the kindness of my friends list.

I made the coffee mug chocolate cake last night.  Scarlett and I ate it, and were only semi-impressed.  It turned out a bit rubbery, which is to be expected when making flour-based dishes in the microwave.  It was also a bit dry, which might have been alleviated by more milk or oil, I'm not sure which.  Once it was turned out of the mug, it was dimpled and had a cave in the center that would have been tasty filled with chocolate syrup, icing, or as Scarlett suggested, flavored cream cheese.  I'm raising her right, I tell you whut!

Have you ever had your sternum crack or pop?  Mine did this morning, it's been a while.  It was a bit of relief.

Leftover baked beans for lunch today.  Look out world! I'm runnin' on nitrogen!
mynewplace: (cheeese!)


1 Coffee Mug
4 tablespoons flour(that's plain flour, not self-rising)
4  tablespoons sugar
2  tablespoons baking cocoa
1  egg
3  tablespoons milk
3  tablespoons oil
3  tablespoons chocolate chips  (optional)
Some nuts (optional) Small splash of vanilla
Add dry  ingredients to mug, and mix well .  Add the egg and mix thoroughly. Pour in  the milk and oil and mix well. Add the chocolate chips (if using)and  vanilla, and mix again. Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 2.5  minutes on high. The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don't be  alarmed! Allow to cool a little, and tip out onto a plate if desired. EAT! (this can serve  2 if you want to share!)
And why is this the most dangerous  cake recipe in the world?  Because now,  we are all only 5 minutes away from  chocolate cake at any time of the day or night!
mynewplace: (Bitch!)

Have been without intarwebs since dunno when.  LOOOOOOOONG weekend with Scarlett, but we made it and even got a few chores done. Fixed dinner with asparagus (from the Greek, asparagos. Thank you Junior Asparagus.) 

We watched the gubenatorial debates at Brent's house last night, in which the poor Republican contender Russ Weeks stammered and blundered while Smoothy McSmootherton smirked and made direct eye contact with the camera (and all us folks out there in t.v. land) in an honest and disarming  fashion.  Honest? Manchin? Honor among Mafia maybe. I hate him.  I hate what he's done to State Employees, and I fear what he will continue to do when he is re-elected, which he certainly will be, and not just because he has $2Mil in his re-election treasury, and not just cause poor Russ has only has $2000. We will never crawl out from under the domination of Coal-fed Democrats. Never.  Manchin has said his goal is to eliminate the State Employee network altogether.  I don't know what that means, but it scares me. 

Then Scarlett and I went home and watched a Veggie Tales movie and sang along with all the songs at the top of our lungs. I do love me some Veggie Tales, I tell u whut.  I need to find out if there's a Veggie Tales community here on LJ.  I need a Larry-Go-Round icon.

Made some vegetable soup, but didn't have any cabbage or potatoes.  Won't miss the potatoes so much, but cabbage gives a tangy flavor that is lacking in this batch.  Still, it should fill our bellies until payday. 

I hope to buy Scarlett her Halloween costume this weekend after payday.  This will likely be her last year, and she wants to be a midnight fairy from KMart.  So I will search and find it.  Also this weekend Brent has acquired free tickets to the Symphony, wheee!  I haven't been in years, and sure could use a chance to wear some of my nicer clothing.  Barry Douglas will be the featured soloist.  I love piano!

So I am officially Linky McLinkerson today.  I quit at about page five of my friend's list, but I think I hit almost everything I've missed this weekend.  Ya'll point me in the direction of Albuquerque to any posts you'd like me to check out.  Dammit, now I'll have the freakin' Partridge Family in my head all morning.  Oh well, it's better than The Brady Bunch.
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I am so tired of talking about pain. Physical pain, that causes any joint and muscle to hurt when it's used, causes my knees to seize up if I sit too long, prohibits long periods of standing, makes me ache and bitch and run a fever.

But when pain is all you can think about, it becomes all you can talk about as well. I grow quite silent when I feel like this - the way I do today. No rain threatening, but it's cold enough in this building to make me hurt. The back of my thighs, the knuckles closest to my hands, the outside of my broken foot. If I were to get up and go to the rest room, the knees would set in, along with the ankles, and lets not forget those two scratches between my toes where my cats have freaked out while rubbing against my leg.

Sugar helps a little. I guess I'd better find a bit of Excedrin as well. I hate this, because I can't seem to be happy, and the ache is the primary reason that nothing pleases me. Brent hates to see me unhappy, which I find remarkably endearing, but he doesn't have time to lay down beside me and hold me for about two days while his body heat allows me to come back to myself. That's okay, I don't have time either.

It's supposed to be almost 80 degrees today, but I need a blanket and a hot toddy.

Goin' out!

Nov. 30th, 2007 07:56 pm
mynewplace: (happy girl)
I'm still kinda sick, but I don't care.

Danyel said "Chinese!" and I said "I'm THERE!"

So Leigh and Danyel and a few others and me 
are all gonna meet at Taste of Asia and eat a late dinner.

I'm wearing my glasses, so thot I'd snap a couple pics, 
since I said I'd show you.  No question what color my eyes
are in THESE pics. (at least I don't think so)

I might have cut my head off, but I like the first one best.



Sep. 22nd, 2007 01:38 pm
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I thought about just editing that last post, but decided against it.  This one will be much more upbeat.  

I'm 42 years old and have just made my first deviled eggs.  They are delicious, of course.  I think one of the secrets to my cooking skills (which are mad, yo) is that I have been watching and learning all my life. I have always read cook books, collected them, copied recipes, tried them with my own instincts, and ALWAYS asked "How did you do that?" "What's in that?" etc.  

Thus, I have known how to make deviled eggs for several years. I've never done so because I only semi-like them, I have no egg plate, and I HATE the work of boiling eggs, etc.  My mom boiled a BUNCH of eggs for Scarlett earlier this week, so I just used six of those.  I already knew Brent and I like dill pickles better than any other, and he likes things with a minimum of salt and little or no vinegar. (I know. Dill pickles? No vinegar? Howso? But anyway)  I DID have some trouble cutting up the baby pickles, but that just convinced me that NEXT TIME I see one of those chopper thingys, I'm gonna get it. They're so cheap. And I knew to put the stuffing in a baggie in order to get the stuffing in the eggs best. Just all kinna tricks up my short sleeves. 

OH. The other thing that's brought out the "cook" in me is Brent.  He's SUCH a great person to cook for.  He loves so many things, isn't nearly as picky as he says, and is grateful. Scarlett's unwilling to experiment, but Brent's great at it.

I joined a photo community, with contests every week.  I am looking forward to it.

This made me so sad.  I shall go and chop some onions to put in the freezer. Maybe that will help me not think about it. 

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I feel pretty good today.  

Good weekend.  Brent's mother made wonderful italian chicken, and a Mississippi Mud Cake, with marshmallows for my birthday! YUM! Brent actually gave me a gift yesterday, a nummy vanilla honey candle.  I told him he did good, he'd been paying attention to what I like and don't like.  He's such a sweetie, it makes the other stuff easy to overlook. 

Scarlett has a blister in the back of her throat, so she missed school today to go to the doctor. Haven't heard back from the visit yet.  She'll probably go tomorrow, mom says.  At least she got her homework done. 

Jeff continued to be an ass over the weekend. Pissed mom off (which isn't hard for him) and almost got a tongue lashing from my stepfather.  I told Brent that he is more respectful toward both me and my daughter than Jeff ever has been.  He thanked me for the compliment.

I made Brent some "Green Dragon" this weekend.  He was MUCH happy.  He wanted to call Leigh right THEN and tell her allllll about it.  I don't think it will change his preferred method of consumption, but it knocks him RIGHT OUT. And I like that.  Less chance to mouth off. 

I am taking the day off work tomorrow.  I might not be online much, so if I am late in commenting regarding any online kindness, I apologize beforehand and express my premature gratitude.   :D


Aug. 9th, 2007 11:22 am
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I think I know what's wrong with me today.

That makes me one step closer to a cure, right?


I had a crossandwich & tater totties with a diet Coke for breakfast. (of Champions I tell you!)

After sitting here a while I realized there was only one major task facing me this morning. All others seemed to fall away, despite their urgency. I needed to make a phone call that I'd been putting off for several weeks. There is no reason for my reluctance. No punishment if I do or don't dial. No good or bad news forthcoming.

Yet I couldn't bear to pick up the phone. I played solitaire in various forms. I read your journals. I answered your comments, and made comments of my own.

I bought another diet Coke.

I read the news, I watched video broadcasts, I clicked and clicked and clicked.

All the while I've felt like I'm holding myself together under my skin with only my two bare hands. And not succeeding well at that. Almost shivering, completely unable to cope with the thought of the phone call or doing anything else that remotely resembled work.

So I made the phone call. I reported the results in an email to my boss. And I continued to barely hold myself in with my bare hands.

I think I've had too much caffeine.

"Well duh!" you say? Hah. I used to suck it down like water, and require at least four a day just to get home. I'm now down to three because I don't think to drink it as often, and I no longer like the taste. THAT'S WEIRD.

I can't afford to go off caffeine. I'll sleep the entire day. I don't know what I'm going to do.


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