I just had my chicken salad for lunch
I just had my chicken salad for lunch
cupcakes with chocolate toppings... and a chocolate eclair.
"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise."
-- F. Scott Fitzgerald
I got creative with a pre-measured rice pilaf and Jimmi Dean sausage links, and I feel full in a good way for the first time in days. Since my Quickie P-200 died right before Thanksgiving, my typical physical stresses worsened considerably, and I am not going anywhere for Christmas either.
Although I am still limited by the loaner in ways that might be difficult to explain to able-bodied members, I am slowly adjusting and may even go do my own food shopping later on this afternoon, which will be good for me, but I have been blowing quite a wad on Internet ordering and delivery charges for food and other items, and I know I should buckle down and get back to querying editors, even if I fall on deaf ears (traditional and freelance journalism is in real trouble folks...) but I am just not *there* yet, because I know as soon as I try to get back to normal it will be time to pack temporarily so my studio can be renovated.
I wish it was 2010, and that barring any catastrophic medical incident (I set my hair on fire in 05 and trust me, you don't want to die cooked like a pork roast), that I was past all this, the proficient writer mature enough to meet a few more goals. I am reading Ellison's Invisible Man with my unusual repast and coffee, and I often wonder why he couldn't get another novel out of himself in his lifetime. He would cry out to his sympathizers, in the 1960's, that he was not an Uncle Tom, which some accused him of, since identity politics was coming to a head in those days. I believe him, but I am not sure I understand him. Richard Wright, on whom the nameless IM protagonist is probably based, I get. Toni Morrison, I get, even if I reject, sometimes, her lavish indulgence for suffering. Ellison is more of an enigma to me. This is my breakfast tutorial, I suppose
nothing right now, but last night I tried two things that were really pretty good.
Half Pepsi Half red wine
the other thing was
half orange soda half orange vodka
Told by a fool, signifying nothing.
strawberry cheescake! yum!
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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That does sound very yummy!!Originally Posted by Niamh
Having an apple. But actually thinking of baking something.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. ~ Mark Twain
Taste of Asia microwavable Spring Onion Noodle bowl; Summer Sausage & Tex-Mex cheese mix sandwich; big slice of carrot cake & a mug of green tea
There once was a scotsman named Drew
Who put too much wine in his stew
He felt a bit drunk
And fell off his bunk
And landed smack into his shoe ~(C) Ms Niamh Anne King
Marmite-filled sunflower-seeded bread, with butter also enclosed...add to this one 'Fresh n Fruity' yoghurt with extra vitamins and fruit. And a small mandarin.
Marmite? Is that the paste stuff that is made from left over beer dregs or something like that? My friend brought some home as a souvenir from her trip to Australia and New Zealand. She said everyone there eats it but I thought it was disgusting! hahaMarmite-filled sunflower-seeded bread, with butter also enclosed...add to this one 'Fresh n Fruity' yoghurt with extra vitamins and fruit. And a small mandarin.
I just finished a chicken caesar salad and chocolate milk and a clementine.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
It's made from fermented ambrosia, which you can collect from the top of our Mount Cook.
Like caviar, or chocolate-coated locusts, it's a acquired taste.
Hahaha alright, I'll keep that in mind. I can handle caviar, but Marmite just tasted like salty sludge to me! Ah well, to each his own. Enjoy!It's made from fermented ambrosia, which you can collect from the top of our Mount Cook.
Like caviar, or chocolate-coated locusts, it's a acquired taste.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
I have this Hawaiian lemonade(i'm not sure of the name
"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise."
-- F. Scott Fitzgerald
At the same time?
I'm having a green drink I made in my juicer: spinach, cucumber, celery, parsly, ginger, lemon, lime, and an appleI sounds better then it tastes.
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
Cranberry Cinnamon goat cheese on crackers and iced tea
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
just an apple
Shall these bones live?
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