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February 24, 2006
WonderGirl in the Big City
My bags are packed, the car is revved, and I'm almost out the door. I am headed for Atlanta to visit my sister for a coupla days. I'll blog if/when I can, but I don't anticipate getting internet access very often. I'm gonna be way too busy befriending scary homeless guys and walking in dark alleys and leaving my car unlocked with my purse inside and driving in the carpool lane really slow and looking in general like a scared country girl come to the city.
Busy times.
So, you guys are on your own! No wild parties now, ya hear? Behave.
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Child of Mine
Following conversation over breakfast:
Czarina takes a drink of milk after eating her poptart, then turns to me and says: "You know what goes better with milk, Mom?"
Me: "What's that?"
Czarina: "Chocolate cake."
Me: "True that."
Czarina waits.
Me: "Uh, no, dear. No chocolate cake for breakfast."
And quit reading my mind.
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February 23, 2006
Sweet Temptation
Do you know how much I want to eat leftover birthday cake for lunch today? Do you?
Dark chocolate fudge cake, with gobs of even darker, chocolatier fudgier icing?
Maybe just one little tiny itsybitsy humongous gigantic mouthful...
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Nature's Boys
Dear Mama Raccoon:
I am writing to inform you that through a personal investigation of the hospital we both gave birth in, I have come to the conclusion that our babies were switched in the nursery.
I have included a picture for your examination, taken right after we left the hospital. I know this is startling, but I am sure that if you look closely at your docile, calm, obedient, blondheaded, two-legged little sons, you will see that they do not resemble you or your husband. See? No "mask", no whiskers, no ringtail. Those are mine. I want those ones back.
And in return, I will send to you the two wild creatures that have been living with me since their birth. If I can catch them. To be honest, they are a little scary- clawing, climbing, snarling... I have to wear protective gear at bath time, for crying out loud! And the messes they make, oh my stars. Swinging from things, tearing up tissues into a thousand pieces, running around naked and wagging their rears at me... I am most certain these feral beasts belong to you. They couldn't possibly belong to me.
So please, pack up my sweet, angelic, perfect little boys, and all their highly educational, non-tacky, and well-taken care of belongings, and put them on the first train home. You can check the luggage car in the back of the train for a crate containing your own two babies. It will be the one marked: DANGERGOUS.
Be careful opening that one up.
Thank you very much. As an aside, you might want to call your HMO. I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be going to a veterinarian, not a obstetrician.
Sincerely,
WonderGirl
P.S. Don't be fooled by the opposable thumbs. Mine have them, too.
P.P.S. And stay out of the catfood! Sheesh.
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I'm Just Resting My Eyes
Oh.
Tired.
I'm headed for bed, and I will write tomorrow if I decide to wake up. If.
ZZzzz.
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February 21, 2006
Updatery
Supper with King Pen's cuz: Check.
[Chicken Almondine and rice, corn casserole, and a lovely green salad. Strawberries and cream for dessert.]
Smashing.
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You Tell Me
E-gads, I'm such a sucker for quizzy type things! I've seen this about, and couldn't resist having my own Johari. So, please- go and click a few adjectives that you think describe me. Before you get too excited about it- "vexacious" and "neurotic" aren't on the list of choices. Ha.
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One Moment to the Next
Good morning, sunshines! How are you today? Looks to be a busy one for WonderGirl. Let's look at the weekly planner, just for funsies. (You can thank my mother for that word. I don't want to use it, trust me. Genetic programming.)
This evening, a cousin of King Pen's is coming for a visit. I'm not sure if he is intending to eat dinner with us or not, so I have to whip something up just in case. Something I can make out of a can of tuna and cheerios, 'cause that's about all there is in the pantry at the moment. Yikes. *penciling in a trip to the grocery store*
For tomorrow, HeroBoy gets one step closer to being HeroMan, *sniff*, celebrating his 3rd birthday. We'll be headed to our local kid party place for pizza and fun and a mess that I won't have to clean up! Hurrah! And let's not forget Thursday, which is Open House at Czarina's school. King Pen has class that night, so he'll miss it, and a babysitter is coming to watch the boys, and I have to bring an appetizer.
And in the midst of all that, I have to pack, because Friday after Czarina gets out of class, I am taking the kids to my mom's house and leaving from there on Saturday to go to Atlanta (sans kids).
Whew!
I'm excited about Atlanta. I'm going to stay with my sister, Echo J., in her new swanky apartment. Since it's Mardi Gras here in south LA, we're out for a few days. I will head back on Wednesday.
So, yeah. Busy. I've got my europop music on repeat, because I can't slow down for minute. Anna Nalick just won't get the job done this week. Sorry, babe. We'll put you back on the spin in a few days.
You know I love it, though- the overly filled minutes. There's something about chaos that works for me. Maybe it comes from growing up in a house of four kids, I don't know. I might complain a little... but it's still a comfy state for me to be in.
Okie dokie, then. *closing planner* That's it for now. Work to do! Clothes to fold! Food to cook! Presents to wrap! House to clean! Sanity to lose!
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February 20, 2006
Sweet Tooth
So, what do you eat when you are trying not to eat chocolate?
I go for gum. Frozen blueberries aren't bad. And golden raisins are quite tasty.
*sigh*
I still want some dang chocolate, though.
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Arch Enemies
Okay... who's gonna tell Lisa Loeb that eyebrows are a good thing? Takers?
Well, somebody's gotta do it.
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February 19, 2006
What To See In Atlanta
So, suggestions? I am doing some sightseeing and general mucking about in Atlanta a week from today, and wanna hit some hot spots. Where should I go?
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Trivial Pursuits
Sunday afternoon, and while the rest of the family naps, I crawl into the comfy space of the internet. Headphones and slippers on, and I am snug as a bug on a rug. There is something about the joint solitude of the internet that is appealing to me. Each of you, out there perched in computer chairs or on a couch with your laptops- a solitary participant in the great wide world of broadband and dialups and urls and emails. It's a "come and go as you please" event, dress and tie optional. We're a 24 hour establishment, servicing every corner of the world. How cool is that?
Listening to Cascada at the moment. Know it? It's techno/dance music, but not that trancey boring stuff. It makes me want to hop up and do the Sarah Jessica Parker routine from Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. Remember that? The DanceTV competition? I must have watched that movie a thousand times. She was much less horse-faced back then. And Helen Hunt- oh, she was the height of coolness. Yeah. Long time ago.
Anyway. So music. Cascada is on my Workout Mix. I always listen to techno when I run. It's my fuel. And now for fun, I'll post the whole mix, in case anybody cares. And if you don't, well. You could at least pretend.
Castles in the Sky- Ian Van Dahl
Around the World- ATC
Better Off Alone- Alice Deejay
Blue- Eiffel 65
Heaven- DJ Sammy
Rapture- iio
Breathe- Telepopmusik
Silence- Delerium & Sarah McLachlan
I Can See It In Your Eyes- Alice DeeJay
I Turn To You- Melanie C.
I Never Knew - Deborah Cox
It's A Fine Day- Multiple artists
Something Happened on the Way - Deborah Cox
Piece of Heaven- Cascada
Every Time We Touch- Cascada
Miracle- Cascada
Starry Eyed Surprise- Paul Oakenfold [cool down]
Most of this came from the Fired Up CDs, and C9 Moves Ya- great cds for cardio workouts.
Okay, I'll end here. I don't want to overload you with incredibly important, thought provoking material all at once. Let's take a break, and we'll meet back in five. Go grab a bite. Have a smoke. But don't be late, 'cause I lock the door once class starts back up.
----Don't worry. I'm rolling eyes at me, too.----
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February 16, 2006
The Binding
To My Little Girl:
Today, you became a reader. I should capitalize that to show the strength of the title. A Reader. The letters and vowels finally came together for you, showing you their hidden secrets. The alphabet, which before had been simply a child's song, has now become an orchestra for you. It is rich and full and limitless. You can go anywhere now, be anything, learn anything...
I saw it in your face, heard it in your squeal of accomplishment, felt it in the tight little hug you gave me. You know what it means- even at such a young age, you know your whole life just changed. To be there for that was an honor, one of the brightest, shiniest moments of motherhood.
As you learn to read more about Gus and Pip and Pat... I pray that you will love them dearly. And as you get older and more accomplished as a reader, I pray that you will love also Anne, and Meg, and a black horse. I know you will find your own way, reading the things that call to you... but I selfishly hope you will find space in your heart for the books of my childhood, too. My greatest riches are not measurable, they are not found in banks or under floorboards. My wealth comes in chapters... that is the legacy which matters most to me.
We are defined in so many ways by what we read. I admonish you to read good things. You will know them when you see them. They make you think, they make you feel, they make you better. Read old things- they are more of a challenge, I know, but you will be surprised at the gold within them. Read about other cultures, other people- don't be afraid of the bibliography section of the library. Read when you don't have to, read when there is no report to give or sticker to earn. Read books, and you will learn to love many things- art, people, history, music, language. But most of all, read the word of God. And you will learn to love Him.
I love you, daughter. I am overjoyed to see you walking this world of words. I look forward to the day our paths cross and we enjoy the fellowship of a shared book.
As Ever,
Your Mother
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I Heart Louisiana
I was raised in Mississippi and love it dearly, but Louisiana had me at hello. So I present, via the WonderMotherInLaw, the second in a series of... (first here)
You Are From Louisiana If:
1. You can properly pronounce Lafayette, Bossier, Natchitoches, Opelousas, Shongaloo, Pontchartrain, Ouachita, and you know that New Orleans doesn't have a long "e" sound anywhere in it.
2. You think people who complain about the heat in their states are sissies.
3. A tornado warning siren is your signal to go out in the yard and look for a funnel.
4. You know that the true value of a parking space is not determined by the distance to the door, but by the availability of shade.
5. Stores don't have bags, they have sacks.
6. You've seen people wear bib overalls at funerals. (Just Recently)
7. You think everyone from a bigger city has an accent.
8. You measure distance in minutes.
9. Little Smokies are something you serve only for special occasions.
10. You go to the lake because you think it is like going to the ocean.
11. You listen to the weather forecast before picking out an outfit.
12. You know cowpies are not made of beef.
13. Someone you know has used a football schedule or hunting season guide to plan their wedding date.
14. You have known someone who has a belt buckle bigger than your fist.
15. You aren't surprised to find movie rental, ammunition, beer, and bait all in the same store.
16. A Mercedes Benz isn't a status symbol. A Chevy Silverado Extended Bed Crew Cab Truck is.
17. You know everything goes better with 'Ranch.'
18. You learned how to shoot a gun before you learned how to multiply.
19. You actually get these jokes and are "fixin" to send them to your friends.
20. Finally, you are 100% Louisianian if you have ever had this conversation:
"You want a coke?"
"Yeah."
"What kind?"
"Dr. Pepper."
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February 14, 2006
Cook Me
I can take no credit for this recipe whatsoever- Debby passed it along to me (ensuring her place in the top 4 if we ever go on Survivor together). It is one of the best and easiest chicken dishes I've ever made, and let me tell you, I ate it like there was no tomorrow. You must try it. You will try it if you really love me. (And I'll know if you didn't.)
Herbed Chicken Pasta
1 tsp vegetable oil
1 1/2 cups sliced mushrooms
1/2 cup chopped onion
1 garlic clove, minced
1 pound skinned, boned chicken breasts, cut into 1 inch pieces
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp dried basil
1/4 tsp pepper
2 cups coarsely chopped tomato
4 cups hot cooked fettuccine (but I used bowtie because it's cuter.)
1/4 cup grated fresh Parmesan cheese
1. Heat oil in large skillet, add mushrooms, onion, and garlic, saute 2 minutes. Add chicken, salt, basil, and pepper, saute 5 minutes or until chicken is done. Add tomato, saute 2 minutes. Serve over pasta, sprinkle with cheese. Makes: 4 servings.
Please tell me when you are cooking it, as I will probably be dropping in unexpectedly for a quick visit. And why, yes, I'd love to stay for dinner! You're so kind.
(You may want to double those portions... I have a healthy, growing girl's appetite.)
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Go On. Eat It.
Happy Valentines Day!
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February 13, 2006
A Savage Occupation
Warcraft of the Writer
The ink etches into the paper with brutal force, dominating the white space, taming the blankness in her hands. There is no mercy, no quarter given until the emptiness is subdued beneath the furious scratching of the pen.
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Morning in Pix
Hey Monday! Do you have the fever?
Continue reading "Morning in Pix"
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February 10, 2006
Ashes and Snow
I would love to see this exhibit. Check out the enhanced version if you can - it's quite beautifully done.
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Disappointment
I thought, just for a second, that I had learned to breathe through my eyeball.
But sadly, no.
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Freeday
Have been a bit preoccupied lately with the slow birth of a story. This is the first time I've stuck with one piece long enough to see it really flesh out. I am excited about it, I feel like this could be the one where I get to write "The End" on the last page.
One of the things I've concentrated on is developing believable characters, and I did this excercise to help move me towards that. It's basically just a questionnaire, but the implications direct you to some interesting conclusions. After doing it for all my primary and secondary characters, I kind of wanted to do it for myself, too. Forgive my obvious narcissism, and go ahead and indulge yourself too if you wanna. I won't judge you. But I might base a character on you!
1. Name: WonderGirl
2. Age: 30
3. Occupation: Domestic goddess and mother extraordinaire!
4. Residence: south La
5. Marital Status: Married
6. Children: three-5, 3, and 9mo.
7. Pets: Nameless cat
8. Religion: A free spirited Presbyterian
9. Drug: Whatever kills the pain. (tylenol, baby. Straight from the bottle.)
10. Food habits: I eat like a squirrel. A grilledchicken-loving squirrel.
11. Nervous habits: licking my lips
12. Hobby: writing/blogging
13. Dream: Under an umbrella, on a beach, journal in hand.
14. Fear: that being a good writer quite possibly makes me a bad everything else.
15. Clothes: realistically -casual and easy. But if I wasn't so lazy, I'd do a little more bohemian glam.
16. Secret: Oh I got issues. Too dark for publication, my dovies.
17. Worst thing that ever happened: Debts- which to be honest, just isn't that horrible a thing to me.
18. Fetish: Good smells.
Anyway, this little excercise really helped me understand a few things about my characters, and sent the story in a new direction. Very productive. And it gave me a freebie post for the day! Whoohoo!
Okay, I'm off to prop up my life again before it tumbles down around me. Have a good weekend, all!
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February 9, 2006
Monstrous
Hello, Laundry Pile. We meet again. You are a worthy adversary, indeed. But you are no match for---
*curious noise*
Oh, great. Super Growing Powers. You've mutated again. But you don't scare me. I have hidden powers myself and--
*slightly alarming noise*
Now wait just a minute, at least let me finish my sentence before tripling--
*louder, heart stopping noise*
You fiend! You will now face the wrath of--
*full on panic inducing noise*
Oh. crap.
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Scribblings
"Her love was the spikey and killing kind."
I like that sentence. It's not completely there yet, but the idea is forming.
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February 8, 2006
Grr.
Ya know, when a chocolate craving hits, gum is just an out and out insult to my tastebuds. It really ticks them off.
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Such a Follower
Blatantly stolen from Jeannette and Mrs. Crumley, I present, my word cloud.
You know you can't resist. Go on. Make yours here.
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Stone Her
So, because there hasn't been enough written on the subject (ha), I'm going to chime in with my two cents on this whole Muhammed cartoon thing.
[First, let me say, thank goodness for the internet, and the big bloggers (not referring to me), who aren't afraid to report what's REALLY happening. But that's a totally different post.]
Scary stuff. Am I the only one that feels like this is a taste of things to come with the continued Islamification of the world? The arguement that it's the radical extreme just doesn't fly with me. I don't care which end they are on-- they are effective enough that they blow it for the rest of Muslims in my opinion, peaceful or not. How very unpc of me. Sue me. Oh wait- see that wouldn't be enough-- somebody needs to bleed. Houses need to be bombed, people kidnapped, tortured, beheaded, ya know- whatever it takes. Suing simply doesn't get the point across.
I'm mad.
I'm mad that we aren't even really ALLOWED to be mad about this. You know it. We have to tiptoe around, qualifying every negative Islamic related issue by saying, oh but these are the radicals, of course. How about, NO. Can we not confess that the basic tenents of the Christian and Islamic faiths are at odds? They are the antithesis of each other at the very roots! Maybe there are Muslims who wouldn't follow the Koran to the T, who wouldn't kill every infidel they came across- maybe they are even in the majority, but it makes no difference to me. The teachings of Muhammed are wrong, no matter what degree the individual Muslim adheres to them. A little, or a lot-- still wrong. And you can't tell me that I can't believe that, because that's what MY religion teaches ME.
And while we're at it, let's go ahead and say the rest. Buddha? No. Wiccan? No. Jewish- ooh a big one- No. Any religion that does not recognize Jesus Christ as the Son of God is a false religion. Sorry, I can't mince words on that. It is terribly unpolitically correct, but it is very Biblically correct, and that's what matters to me.
Okay. Still with me? Hatin' on me yet? That's nothing new, to be honest- Christians get it every day. Kinda used to it by now.
I hope, I really do- that the Muslims have finally hit on something with the American public- the one thing we value above all else in this world, our freedom of speech. Say it big now, say it patriotic, Our FREEDOM OF SPEECH. There is nothing more sacred, more revered in our culture, than our right to expression. When it is threatened, we are willing to die to protect it. And we may have to.
Not to be morose. But they are serious enough to die to extinguish it. There is no tolerance from them, no mutual respect, no allowance of difference... there is only Islam. And the rest of us just go to hell. Lovely religion. Do you see the difference? Please tell me you see the difference. Every Christian on the face of this planet has a charge - we are called to be the light and salt of the earth-- to share the love of God. We are not perfect, and we fail continually, yes. But we represent a God of love, of redemption-- and that is NOT the Islamic god. And you need look no further than the headlines to know it.
Okay, I'm done. I could go on forever about this, but I'll let someone else have a turn for a while. If you want to disagree with me, you're entitled to your opinion- but this is MY blog. If you are disrespectful or foul-mouthed, I will delete your comment. It's not censorship, it's ownership- and I hope you see the difference.
If you-by chance, agree with anything I've said, please pipe in! Would love to hear your thoughts.
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February 7, 2006
Starry Eyed Surprise
I love music. That's original, huh? I also love books, for the record. And writing.
I'm not sure what that means about me- I think probably nothing, really. I think we have all been created with a void that can only be filled with passion. Passion for something, whether it's words, or motion, or colors, or sounds, or a cause. There is an intrinsic need to let go of ourselves- to leave who we are for brief moments and care about something else. It's like that with music for me. I want to be in the crowd, the music filling the room until there is no space for anything else. I want to dance, translating the notes and words of the song with the movement of my body, because there's no other way to say it. Does this make sense? I can't make music, that's someone else's passion. But I can dance to it.
Don't get much of an opportunity for that anymore, and that's okay, truly. I had my day. But with my headphones on, I still go there, my blood still pumps to the rhythm, and I know inside that I will always dance.
I know my passions, they are well worn friends to me. I am defined by them, I can't imagine myself without them. So as people come in and out of my life, I am interested in their passions, in what defines them, what moves them. I know people who sing, who paint, who sew, who garden, who write computer programs... their passions are varied and perfect for who they are. I think that's why the idea of the nerd as a social outcast is passing... or is that my own personal maturation? I don't know. But I think society has changed since I was I kid. I think we realize that you can love whatever you want and it's cool. You knit? Awesome. I'm just glad you love something, that you embrace life in whatever capacity. As I sit here and think about the complexity of who we are, the millions of talents and passions to be found this world over, I am just blown away. We are amazing creatures, teeming with creativity and joy and potential. There are moments when I just want to celebrate that, when I can't help but marvel at the passions we contain as mankind. Life would be so dull if everyone was just like me.
Anyway, that was a bit more random than usual, but it's all good.
Now, off with you-- go contribute something to this great mechanism we call life.
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February 6, 2006
Hanging Up
Wanna see one of my walls? Of course you do.
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Looksie
Hello, gorgeous day! You rock! The weather here is phenomenal today- high five to Mother Nature!
So, in celebration of the righteous weather, the boys and I are going to eat lunch in the park. Which means I should be doing a whole bunch of other stuff right now, like the laundry and tidying up the kitchen. Yuck. I'll get to it though... it's not going anywhere anytime soon. I'd rather play.
Speaking of playing, here are a few pictures I shot of the guys on Friday at the playground. These go out to you, Ma! Now tell me I'm not winning the Best Daughter of the Year Award. (Sorry, Ash and Echo. You're gonna have to step it up a bit if you want to get in the running this year. Ha)
Check out this sweetness:
The Duke out for a stroll on the grounds.
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February 5, 2006
I Bet If You Asked Dante's Mother
...she'd probably tell you that the eighth level of hell actually involves an eternity of dried out PlayDoh, unpeelable boiled eggs, and finding something on your shirt that could be spit-up, oatmeal, or a booger. (gross)
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The Eatery
I should be sleeping right now. But I will spare a moment before the ceremonial Sunday afternoon nap to tell you that I am full.
Yes children, you heard me. F-U-L-L. I ate so much at lunch today that I should just be put down. Go ahead and do it. It would be the kindest thing really. I hurt.
I made spaghetti (which is properly pronounced spah GIT ie, according to Giada, who insists on saying it that way... I mean come on! It's like the jag people, suddenly pronouncing it "jag-YOU-ah". Snooty, says I! Oops- sidetracked. Sorry.)
Anyway... I browned hamburger meat, pork sausage, and onions to start with. Then I added tomato sauce, italian seasonings, and mushrooms. And the secret ingredient, an entire bottle of red wine. Then, I simmered it on low heat for about 8 hours, stirring occasionally. The alcohol cooked out completely, and what was left was heaven. Pure, burgandy red heaven. The meat was so tender and rich and perfect that I almost didn't even bother with noodles. The onions, well something amazing happened to them that I can't even describe. They evolved into some kind of culinary ambrosia that I can't even put words to. The whole dish was absolutely the best Italian meal I've ever eaten- Olive Garden included.
And then the cake... let's just say I abandoned my usual restraint when it comes to sweets, and became one with the cake. I am the cake. The cake is all around us. You are the cake, the sky is the cake, the cake is the cake.
Oh help me.
Anyway, it was all too good to keep to myself, so I had to write about it before falling into the food coma that awaits me.
Will write more later if my pudgy little fingers will work properly.
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February 3, 2006
Jacked In Again!!
OOH THANK GOODNESS. Seriously, THANK. GOODNESS.
Three days away from the computer is about all I can handle. I had the shakes, the sweats, the munchies, EVERYTHING without my Precious.
The computer got very, very sick- and needy- and had to go see a specialist. All is better now. Except my wallet. Which is now very sick and needy, too. But, one problem at a time. At least I've got my sweet, lovin' computer back.
I just LOVE that with my last breath, I fussed at everyone for not posting regularly! Ha! Teach me to open MY big mouth again.
Anyway- I am ecstatic to be back. I should just change my name to EcstaticGirl. Makes me sound...stretchy or something.
So YIP!!! Hope everyone has a good weekend - and that you've all learned to appreciate me during my tragic absence. Ha.
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