Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Hello everyone. It is Tuesday and we all know what that means. Incomplete thoughts, right? No! It means thoughts that don't quite make up a post. Incomplete thoughts imply that I haven't finished them (that happens way too often now that I've hit menopause). The following thoughts are about as done as they are ever going to get.
Speaking of menopause. (if I have any guy readers you may want to skip this part but let's face it your wives are going to go through this so you may want to listen up. I'm just sayin'. It may save you some pain and suffering and there WILL be pain & suffering)
Dear Menopausal Body:
I can handle the 10 extra pounds you decided to heap on my body that is virtually impossible to get off. I may not like it but I can even take the insomnia, night sweats and hot flashes. While the memory loss sucks it also gives me an excuse to be a ditz which sometimes works to my advantage. The crying over VodkaMom's post about her mom, the effing TV commercial, or that the contestant on "Bobby Flay's Ultimate Throwdown" lost to that smug bastard Bobby is workable though it makes JR a bit uncomfortable.
What I really can't handle is the period that you decide to throw at me every 6 to 8 months. Could ya give me a little warning. I'm not asking for much. A cramp or two, maybe some spotting, how about a zit. I'd take any of those things over the immediate gushing that you hit me with last week. I wasn't really prepared being that I was out of town. It is really not much fun to call the hotel housekeeping staff at 3am to request femine hygene products.
Can we make a deal? I'll put up with all those other complaints without making a fuss if you'll just give me a little warning. Oh, and I'll promise not to bite JR's head off about those crazy ass statements he makes like: "Honey, are you crying? It's a Tide commercial?"
How pathetic is it that I spent an hour reading the AARP magazine. Worst, I learned some cool things. When the article; "Dolly Parton; How she turned rags into riches" was riveting means I really need a life.
In my personal vegetarian opinion pizza Margarita is the best pizza on the fricken planet. The simplicity is a lazy persons mecca and we all know that I'm not anything if not lazy. Here's my version (there are lots of others out there but damn they just get way too complicated, duh, too lazy here, dudes!).
1 pre-prepared pizza crust (got mine for .45 cent, Score!!)
1 large tomato, seeded and diced
a shit load of fresh basil. (shit load is a technical cooking term ) A couple of decent handfuls at least. rough chop.
Fresh mozzarella cheese, sliced thin or chopped or whatever gets it on the dough
a handful of Parmesan cheese
Drizzle of Olive oil
salt & pepper
Spread out the dough. Top in the following order; basil, tomato, mozzarella cheese, drizzle with olive oil. Season with salt & pepper. I really can't stress how important fresh ingredients are to making this pizza. Bake in a 400 degree oven for 12 to 14 minutes. Let set for 2 to 3 minutes. Enjoy. Enjoy. Enjoy.
Giving away a painting this week. If you want in go here.
In late October the girls and I got together to make beaded crystal things for my new office. The thought was that I needed to get rid of all the bad vibes left by the previous owner. I consulted Julie's Feng Shui book, titled "Move Your Stuff, Change Your Life, How to Use Feng Shui to Get Love, Money, Respect, and Happiness" for any ideas on how I could make a change in my work direction and make my new office a more zen like place. Now, I'm not saying that this had anything to do with me getting my new job or anything but????????
That ought to do it for today. If you want in head over to Keely's place. You get a button and get to place you name on the Mr Linky thing. All good.