Wednesday, May 31, 2006

The Phantom of the Casino

On March 23, 2004, something really strange happened to me. We were in Bossier City, Louisiana at the Horseshoe Casino & Hotel. We stayed two nights. Casinos are really smoky. Most of the time it doesn’t bother me, but this time it did, especially at night when I was trying to sleep. I kept waking up with the strongest smell of smoke, and we were supposedly in a non-smoking room, 17 floors up from the casino. I whined about it several times to K, but didn’t think much of it since we were, after all, in a casino most of the time we were there.

After we returned home, I kept smelling it. I figured the smoke had permeated my sinus cavity and would wear off soon. I don’t even know if that’s possible, but that’s what I told myself. After several days, I started searching the house like a mad woman looking for the source of the smoke smell. I’d stand up on ladders and chairs with my face in front of the air conditioner vents to see if that’s where it was coming from. Nope. The smell was with me 24 hours a day and at times made me nauseous because it was so strong. Weeks, then months, went by and the smell was still there.

I started doing some research on the Internet because by this time I was sure I had a brain tumah. Does everybody pronounce tumor like Arnold Swartzenegger since Kindergarten Cop, or is it just me?

This is what I found all over the Internet. I even found a support site for sufferers of this phenomenon. (I don't need a support site. It's mostly just annoying.) It has a name: Phantosmia.

From Wikipedia.com (A great site, by the way)
Phantosmia: The phenomenon of smelling odors that aren't really present, AKA Phantom odors. The most common odors are unpleasant smells such as rotting flesh, vomit, feces, smoke, etc. Phantosmia often results from damage to the nervous tissue in the olfactory system. The damage can be caused by viral infection, trauma, surgery, and possibly exposure to toxins or drugs. It can also be induced by epilepsy affecting the olfactory cortex. It is also thought the condition can have psychiatric origins.

After about a year, I didn’t smell the smoke every day. Now it usually only happens about once a day or less. It seems to be stronger when air is blowing across my face, like if I have a fan on or when the air conditioner comes on. I haven’t been to the doctor about it. From what I’ve read, there’s really no cure anyway. Some people have gotten relief from a doctor in Chicago who specializes in this affliction and does olfactory surgery, but I’m not doing that. There are no guarantees that it will work. At least I don’t smell rotting flesh, vomit, or feces. Can you imagine?

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Tuesday Recipe: Asian Beef & Noodles

Asian Beef & Noodles

1 lb ground beef
2 pkg (3-oz each) Oriental ramen noodles, crumbled
2 ½ cups water
2 cups frozen broccoli stir-fry vegetables
½ tsp ground ginger
2 tbsp thinly sliced green onion

In a large skillet, cook beef over medium heat until no longer pink; drain. Add the contents of one ramen noodle flavoring packet; stir until dissolved. Remove beef and keep warm.
In the same skillet, combine the water, vegetables, ginger, noodles and contents of remaining flavor packet. Bring to a boil. Reduce heat; cover and simmer for 3‑4 minutes or until noodles are tender, stirring occasionally. Return beef to the pan; cook until heated through. Stir in onion. Sprinkle with soy sauce if desired. Makes 4 servings.

Note: I always add the entire package of frozen veggies. Two cups doesn’t seem like enough.

Monday, May 29, 2006

Memorial Day


It’s hotter than nine kinds of hell here because the humidity is so high. The air is hot and thick and damp. Boon Pappy came over this morning at 6:30 when he got off from work. It makes for a long day when you get up that early. He brought donuts. I’m still nibbling off of the apple fritter he got for me. We had a good visit and then he left for home. We lazed around here and played Scrabble on our separate computers then went to my Mom & Dad’s and played marbles with them for a couple of hours. We’re home now, and I’m sure the rest of our day will be just as exciting.

Update: It's 9:30pm and I just woke up from a long nap and had a nice hot bath. See? Just as predicted...an exciting day. I'm off to raid the refrigerator.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Panties, Recipes, & Stern

I just realized that I didn’t do a product review last week, so here we go. I love these! I discovered them at Target hidden in the hosiery department. They have three different lengths and colors, and five sizes. No panty lines! No lumps! They’re comfortable too. I’ve washed the ones I wear several times now, and they’re still in good shape and fit the same. I paid either $10 or $15 for them at Target. I can’t remember. I think it depends on which length you buy. Run out and get you some! Panty lines are so gross. I remember when I used to wear a uniform. There was this girl who wore her pants really tight, and also wore bikini underwear. It looked so awful! How embarrassing. Didn’t she look in the mirror and see that disgusting ass of hers all lumpy and bumpy and ewww? Look at your ass before you leave the house, people. Even if you’re height and weight proportionate, your panties still show and it ain’t pretty.

I watched the Pillsbury Bake-Off last night on the Food Channel. Something called Baked Chicken with Spinach Stuffing won the $1 million prize. I’ll definitely be trying it soon. You can find all of the prize-winning recipes are here.


I can’t explain why I like Howard Stern, but I do. Not enough to run out and buy Sirius radio though. I didn’t listen to him much in the last couple of years he was on regular radio. His shtick gets old with me pretty quickly, especially all the talk about women and sex. I guess it’s a guy thing. I always try to catch him when he's on Letterman though. He’s very entertaining. I get him, I guess. He’s one of those people that you either love or hate – nothing in the middle. I’m glad he won the lawsuit filed by CBS over his radio show. Here are some of the details if you’re interested:

CBS Radio sued Stern in February, the latest salvo in an escalating battle between the corporation and its former star employee. The company claimed Stern had violated his contract by improperly using his airtime on CBS stations to promote his January 2006 move to Sirius. Stern "misappropriated millions of dollars' worth of CBS Radio air time for his own financial benefit," the 43-page lawsuit charged. Stern also discussed his plans with Sirius without disclosing them to CBS, as required by his contract, the lawsuit said.

Stern angrily responded by attacking CBS chief executive officer Les Moonves. Stern, in an appearance with David Letterman on "Late Show," wore an "I Hate Les Moonves" T-shirt decorated with the executive's face. "I believe you are working for one of the biggest jerks on the planet," Stern told Letterman, whose show airs on CBS. "Les Moonves is a bully."

Stern, 50, was the anchor of CBS's radio division with his nationally syndicated morning show until he bolted for satellite radio in January under a five-year, $500 million contract. Lawyers on both sides confirmed the settlement on Wednesday, but no details emerged until the statement was released two days later.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Cat Vomit

I didn’t post an entry for yesterday because there hasn’t been anything going on. I worked all day Friday so I wouldn’t have to worry about anything over the long weekend. Of course, at 4:00 I got audio in. After I asked, he told me not to worry about it until after the holiday. I can’t do it though. It bugs me to know it’s sitting there. I’ll probably do an hour or so of work each day during the weekend. That should have it about knocked out by Tuesday. Could this be any more boring to read? I don’t think so. I told you nothing was happening.

The most fun I’ve had so far today was at 6:30 this morning. I stepped in cat vomit with my bare foot. Don’t you wish you lived here? It doesn’t even faze me anymore, really. I think I made a face, and that’s about it. I just learned something. I didn’t know it was “faze” and not “phase.” Isn’t it amazing that I could live 40-something years – I mean, um, 30-something years – and not know that? I’m pretty good with stuff like that too. Things like that happen all the time though. I don’t remember exactly when, but I was WAY too old when I discovered that “LMNO” wasn’t just one letter. I mean, I knew there was an L, an M, an N, and an O, but in the alphabet song it was one word to me. I’m fascinating you with my stories, aren’t I?

Gwen Stefani had her baby yesterday. I bet she's walking around with her flat belly showing next week. How do celebrities do that anyway? I've heard they have a tummy tuck right then and there after the birth. Nobody told me about that when I was having babies. Yes, the Dark Ages, before computers and cable TV and music videos. It was after disco though. That's what got me in trouble to start with. I met the father of my children at a disco. Disco was big, baby! We were some dancin' fools. Mostly fools, but that's another entry for another day.

I just talked K into going shopping with me. I guess I better drag my nasty ass to the shower and get all purdy before we go. I’m positive there will be a stop at Starbucks in there somewhere, and probably lunch too. I’ll take the camera just in case we see something spectacular to share with you. You know, something spectacularly interesting like the words to the alphabet song.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Freak Show

WTF?
Here's the picture, as promised.

I just want to say what a freak Clay Aiken looked like on AI last night. Did you see him? WTF was that? I’m trying to find a picture to throw up for you, but can’t find one. I’m pretty sure there will be some available later today. You’ve just got to see it to believe it. His hair was dyed dark brown, it looked greasy, was way too long in front, and – there’s just no way I could describe it where you could picture it. I’m on the hunt for a picture, and I’ll be back with one later. I just love a good freak show.

I’m so happy that Taylor won. He’s been my favorite since Day 1. Lordy, I’m acting like a 13-year-old with all the AI talk. I’ll stop now.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

No Rewriting


I just reread yesterday’s entry. Boy, parts of it sure do make me sound selfish. I refuse to go back and edit it just to make myself “look” better. That’s the way I was feeling when I wrote it, so that’s the way it will stay. I guess you’ll get the good, the bad, and the ugly here.

This reminds me of one of my favorite books by Al Franken, I’m Good Enough, I’m Smart Enough, and Doggone It, People Like Me! Daily Affirmations By Stuart Smalley. The whole book is a year’s worth of Stuart’s diary entries and begins like this:

New Year’s Eve

I will finish this book one year from today. Every morning I will exercise, shower, eat a good breakfast, then sit down at my tape recorder and talk down that day’s affirmation. I will not rewrite! What I say into my tape recorder the first time is just fine! Because I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and doggone it, people like me!

Also, I will get dressed and shower between showering and breakfast.

January 1

Okay. That was a mistake. Every day is a chance to start anew. And by singling out January 1st, I’m giving the impression that we should live one year at a time instead of one day at a time. Now I kind of wish I hadn’t promised myself not to rewrite. But I did! It’s just that I hate starting out on the wrong foot. Maybe this book is one big, huge mistake. But that’s just Stinkin’ Thinkin’ and I refuse to beat myself up. If I could just start over somehow. Oh well, let’s move on.
Stuart proceeds to doubt himself and his entries every day for the next few entries, saying things like, “I vowed not to rewrite, and … I wonder if I can just omit things? No, then I’d start censoring … Okay, I’m sorry. I’ve completely forgotten where I am.”

I’ve read this book several times, and it always makes me laugh like it’s the first time I’ve read it. You can see from the picture how worn my copy is. Poor Stuart is just so dang lovable. He’s insecure, extremely hard on himself, and he takes to his bed for days at a time with boxes of cookies when things just get too overwhelming for him.

Maybe not to this extreme, but I think there’s a little Stuart Smalley in all of us. You’re missing out if you haven’t read it.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Recipe Tuesday: Black-Eyed Peas with Rice

Black-Eyed Peas with Rice

4 slices bacon
1 medium onion, chopped
1 (15-oz) can black-eyed peas, drained
1 (14-oz) can stewed tomatoes, undrained
1 cup cooked regular rice
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper

Cook bacon in a large skillet until crisp; remove bacon, reserving 2 tablespoon drippings in skillet. Crumble bacon, and set aside. Saute onion in drippings until tender. Add remaining ingredients, stirring well. Spoon mixture into a 1.5-quart casserole. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes. Garnish with reserved bacon. Makes 6 servings.

Monday, May 22, 2006

What Are Ya Gonna Do?

We took my sister to the Texas Roadhouse for dinner tonight. Yum. She says they have a restaurant like it, The Original Roadhouse, in California. Peanut shells all over the floor, homemade rolls, good food, country music way too loud, and strangers sitting way too close for comfort. I like my privacy. In fact, I’m most comfortable in my home, doors locked, curtains and blinds drawn, and a small lamp on in the corner. I could stay that way for days and be perfectly happy. It’s gotten worse now that I work from home. I get pissy and put-out when I have to go somewhere. You know, out for groceries, prescriptions, family obligations, and such like that. I do it anyway. What are ya gonna do?

My youngest son got a motorcycle. Gah! Why doesn't he just throw himself into a wood chipper right in front of my very eyes and get it over with? I found out about it when he came over to my parents’ house for Easter dinner…in Dallas traffic…not wearing a helmet! It makes my heart hurt to think about it, so I’m not going to. What are ya gonna do?

Boon Pappy just told me that Anderson Cooper is going to be on Oprah with his mother, Gloria Vanderbilt, tomorrow. I like Anderson Cooper. Last year when the hurricanes came and there was 24-hour coverage of them, I was flipping back and forth between Anderson Cooper (CNN) and Shepard Smith (FOX News) doing their coverage. I really like George Stephanopoulos too. I think I might have a problem – a news anchor fetish or something, and I’m just realizing it as I type this. I like news. I like being entertained when I watch the news. They just happen to be good-looking guys who deliver it to me. What are ya gonna do?

I am magazine rich at the moment. I got one in the mail and two at the store today. Y’all know I love me some magazines. I read mostly fitness magazines, celebrity news magazines, and cooking magazines. I also really like Lucky Magazine, “a magazine about shopping.” I had a subscription to Cosmopolitan Magazine for years. I’m not sure when it happened, but I got really bored with all the, “How to satisfy your man in bed, how to make every man in town want you, how to have an orgasm in 20 seconds while driving to work, stuff your naked self in Saran Wrap and meet him at the door, clap your hands three times, blah, blah, blah.” Did I used to like reading that stuff and then suddenly not like reading that stuff? Did I get old? Am I not hip anymore? Anyway, I just stopped taking it. What are ya gonna do?

Time to wrap this thing up for another day. What are ya gonna do? You guys go eat at a good restaurant, hug your kids, watch some Fox News, read a smutty magazine, and I’ll talk at ya tomorrow. Tootles.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Not Much Of An Entry

I'm way too busy to post anything creative or worth your while. Not that anything of the others have been, but...

I've got family stuff going on, doctor appointments, breakfast engagements at IHOP, and work to squeeze in between everything. Breakfast engagements? I'm a dork for using that terminology. I'm a dork for saying terminology too.

The decision for the topping of the Sawdust Salad was toasted coconut. Thanks, Auntie G. Good choice!

Did that picture of Dr. Smith yesterday crack you up, or what? I told you, FLAMING. He's on fire, people. It also cracked me up when I remembered his first name was Zachary. "The pain! The pain! The end is near! We're all going to die a fiery death on this dispicable planet, Will Robinson!" I can hear him as clearly as if he were standing here.

I'm off to my happy place. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Warning, Will Robinson!

Dr. Zachary Smith (Johnathan Harris)

Boone Pappy insisted I edit this to include a picture of Dr. Smith, so there you have it.

My sister is here from San Diego visiting. I'm having dinner for everyone at my house Sunday night. Parents, sisters, bro-in-law, nephews, and sons. I got a headstart by making a Sawdust Salad earlier. It's ridiculous, y'all. I tasted the layers as I made them, one at a time. I bet it's fantastic all together. I've seen several recipes for it. Some have the final layer as shredded cheese, and others have it as toasted coconut. Two distinctly different flavors, and I'm torn as to which one I want to use on it. Nobody worries about the stupid little things like that better than me. Just pick one already. Jeez! I'll let you know which one I choose. I know you'll be on the edge of your seats.

I'm also making two kinds of enchiladas, beef and chicken, a Southwestern Rice Salad that I've never made before, 7-layer mexican dip with tortilla chips, and sliced cucumbers. I think I need a second refrigerator. And a bowl of Alka Seltzer standing by on the sideboard.

It's been hotter than hell in Texas yesterday and today. I think it's supposed to be that way all next week. I discovered our air conditioner was set on 69 degrees last night after it ran that way all day. It keeps resetting to 69, and I'll be dipped if I can figure out how to make it stop. It's a new-fangled, digitized, space-age, computerized, motherboard-using, bucket of bolts. Remember when Dr. Smith used to call Robot a bumbling bucket of bolts? Y'all, Dr. Smith was so flamingly gay! (Not that there's anything wrong with that.) We didn't even know what gay was back then. We all just thought he was a sissy scaredy-cat. I just looked up scaredy-cat, and it's actually in the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary: "an unduly fearful person." I'm mildly disappointed that it didn't say gay. All you gay people reading this, please don't send me hate mail. I love gay people. Well, that just sounded stupid. I don't care. I'm leaving it.

Where was I? Good Lord. I somehow got side-tracked, didn't I? Speaking of tracks, there's a NASCAR race waiting for me. I have to go.

Friday, May 19, 2006

I Heart Shepard


I just love Shepard Smith, don’t you? I might even have a little crush on him if I wasn’t married. But I am, so I don’t. No, really. Anyway…if you’re not familiar, here’s a little snippet from a recent magazine article about him.

Known for his gripping, irreverent, folksy, rapid-fire style, Smith anchors two daily Fox News Channel broadcasts: Studio B, at three P.M.(ET), and, at seven(ET), Fox Report. Fox Report has been the number-one cable news program on its time slot for more than 60 consecutive months. The show beats the other cable news networks’ offerings combined.

His infamous blunder of getting his tongue tied and accidentally saying blow-job on the air when doing a story about J.Lo was priceless! If you haven’t seen the video of it, you can watch it here. And if you haven’t seen either one of his shows, you should watch. I usually catch Studio B at 2:00 P.M. here. He’s sarcastic, passionate, funny, and sometimes emotional. It’s the news, so it can still be boring at times, but I would watch the news somewhere anyway, and his style of delivery just appeals to me much more than the stiff-shirt stuff you get elsewhere. He's easy on the eyes too. Except sometimes his eyes look too far apart and it makes him look lizard-like. Or something.

Have I blabbered on enough about him? Okay then, next subject.

Uh, hmmm. Let's see. Did you know Shepard Smith witnessed the execution of Timothy McVeigh? OKay, okay, I'm moving on now.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Musky

Bonnie Bell Skin Musk

Product Review: Bonnie Bell Skin Musk. I first tried this after Sarah Jessica Parker recommended it in InStyle Magazine. She said she buys several bottles at a time at Target. Can you believe she shops there? It's light, yummy-smelling, and cheap too! Approx. $13 at Target.
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Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Recipe Tuesday: Lemon Cake/Cornbread Salad

I'm always proud of myself when I finish making this dish. It takes forever and a day and makes a huge mess. It's worth it though! If you want the recipe, leave a comment with your email address and I'll send it to you. Most people who read this already have it, I think. Yes, all three of them. Smartass. The original recipe makes a ton. If I don't give some away, we're usually tired of it before it's gone, and it gets shoved to the back of the fridge and grows green hairy eyeballs before I discover it. I cut the recipe down this time so maybe that won't happen.
Cornbread Salad

Here's the recipe for today. Sorry, no picture.
You can use the sugar-free and light ingredients, or go for it with regular stuff. I have to say, though, that the light version was great.

Lemon Cake

(18.25 ounce) package lemon cake mix
1 (3.4 ounce) package instant sugar-free lemon pudding mix
1 3/4 cups water
3 egg whites
3/4 cup nonfat milk
1/2 teaspoon lemon extract
1 (1 ounce) package instant sugar-free lemon pudding mix
1 (8 ounce) container frozen light whipped topping, thawed

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Spray a 10x15 inch pan with non-stick cooking spray.


In a large bowl, mix together cake mix and pudding mix. Pour in water and egg whites. Beat on low speed for 1 minute. Increase speed to high and beat for 4 minutes. Pour batter into prepared 10x15 inch pan.


Bake in the preheated oven for 25 to 30 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center of the cake comes out clean. Allow to cool completely.

In a large bowl, combine milk, lemon extract and lemon pudding mix. Beat on low for 2 minutes. Fold in whipped topping. Spread over cooled cake. Store cake in refrigerator.

Monday, May 15, 2006

Old Movies, Food, and Daniel Boone Pappy

Motherly
Nothing says motherly to me more than a kitchen. (Lame, I know.) This one gave me problems and I knew it would. Just go with me on this one. I'll do better next week, I hope. It's not surprising to me that my mind first goes to food for a lot of these words. I don't know if that's normal or abnormal thinking.

Every single time I use that word, abnormal, I think of the movie Young Frankenstein where Egor goes to pick out a brain for Frankenstein and chooses the one that was in the jar labeled what he thought was Abby Normal. It actually said abnormal and that's why Frankenstein turned out to be a freak. But I digress.

I love food. I love eating food, smelling food, cooking food, looking at magazines about food, recipes for food, TV shows about food, and dog food. Not really dog food. I was just seeing if you were paying attention. I show affection with food. I love to cook and bake for the people I love. I love the smell of yeasty bread, don't you? Why don't they make a room deoderizer with the smell of baking bread? They have apple pie and pumpkin pie and sugar cookies. Why not yeast bread? My BFF, Boon Pappy, came up with that idea. I think he should patent it. He also came up with that nickname for himself for me to use here. I don't think he should patent that. Boon Pappy, indeed.

Am I spelling that right? Is there even a "right" way to spell it? I'm assuming it's boon, as in boondocks, and not Boone, as in Daniel Boone. Daniel Boone and I share a birthday, November 2nd. I have no idea how I know that. I wasn't even sure it was true after I typed it, so I just Googled him. Yep, November 2nd. I digress again, huh?

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Mom's Day

I just love The Pink Panther. It's my favorite cartoon.

I spent the entire morning and afternoon until 2pm playing Scrabble on my computer. Then I got ready and went to my sister's house for cake and coffee with my mom and dad. She made a lemon cake that was excellent. I'll post it as this week's recipe on Tuesday. I hereby proclaim Tuesday as recipe day at Scotty's Place.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

The Miata

Well, here it is. And it only took four hours total. We did go eat lunch while they detailed it, so really it was only three hours and 15 minutes or so. It's the cutest thing you've ever seen!

We're going to veg out on the couch for awhile and then watch the race at 5:30.

Car Shopping

K is buying a new car. He's dragging me out to dealers today. He has it narrowed down to two cars, so hopefully it won't take all day. I'll be back later with pics.

Friday, May 12, 2006

The Words & The Dogs











Little Boy (L.B.)










Abby













Phoebe

I spent the morning working, went to the post office to mail a job, spent some time over at Mom & Dads sitting on the porch in the afternoon, and then went to the grocery store. We had hotdogs for supper. Not sure what we'll do this evening, but probably we'll just hang around here and watch TV. I have magazines to read. I love me some magazines. I buy way too many every month. My happy place is sitting in my bed with L.B. reading magazines. Not him reading, just me. I'm the only one that reads. He dives under the covers and sleeps. Do I have to explain everything?



This weekend's words are:

Motherly
Wonder

Seems like it's going to be hard to be very original with "Motherly" but we'll see.

Pie Review

Celebration Cheese Pie

The pie was just okay. I have no idea how it won the "grand prize" because it just wasn't that good. I think the recipe is wrong. (See May 8th entry) The butter in the crust should be cut in half at the very least. She probably didn't want to give out the recipe so she just gave it out wrong.

More later today...

Thursday, May 11, 2006

My Body is Glowing




This is my 14-year-old cat, Kitty (original name, huh?) and her litter box. This morning I went to scoop it out and she had managed to drag kitty litter out of the box and onto those steps, and then she pissed great gobs of pee on top of it. It's that clumping kind and was like dried concrete. I took it outside to the backyard and tried to clean it out with the hose. It didn't work. It was concrete, I tell ya.

Soooo, do you see that brush thingy laying next to her litter box? I grabbed it and scrubbed the shit out of that litter box and even rinsed it with bleach. Worked like a charm. The only problem? That brush is the GRILL brush. I knew it when I grabbed it, but I was too lazy to go to the garage and find another one. What's even grosser is for a fleeting moment I considered just rinsing it with the hose and putting it back on the grill. I'm nas-tay! I thought better of it and threw it away. You're welcome, my dear family, who is coming over for a cookout for July 4th. Kitty litter in your teeth much?

I'm making that Celebration Cheese Pie this morning. I'm letting the crust freeze right now. I can't believe how much butter is in that crust. Those cookies have to already have a ton of butter in them. Yikes. (The recipe is in my May 8th entry.) A review will follow.

I spent yesterday afternoon sitting on the driveway at my Dad's house with him. Mom was out of town with my sister visiting my granny. Then K and I took him to dinner at a mexican restaurant he's been wanting to try. He loved it, so I guess we'll be going back. The rest of the evening was spent watching TV -- Lost, American Idol (a shocker!), and Scrubs.

Exciting stuff, huh?

Oh, I have a product recommendation: Vaseline Intensive Care Healthy Body Glow. It's fantastic! I'm tan with no streaks. Less than $5 at Wally-Mart.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Challenge

Peace

Breast Health for Dummies

Another reason I started this here blog is to, hopefully, make an entry every day about things going on in my life. It's really hard for me and I don't know why. I guess I just need to jump in and stop thinking about it so much. It's like I think the world is going to read it and think I'm dumb. I'm so sure. Anyway, like the title of my first post, I'm starting out slow.

I'm on my way to get a mammogram.

How's that? It's kinda hard to find something dumb about it.

Monday, May 08, 2006

Eat Pie

The Grand Prize winner of The Great American Pie Cook-Off was "Celebration Cheese Pie." Here's the recipe:

Celebration Cheese Pie

Ingredients:

Crust:
15 to 18 shortbread cookies, finely crushed
2/3 cup melted butter

Layer 1:
2 ounces softened cream cheese
2 cups whipped topping
1/2 cup powdered sugar
1/2 cup smooth peanut butter

Layer 2:
4 ounces softened cream cheese
4 cups whipped topping
1/2 cup powdered sugar
2 ounces melted German sweet chocolate
Whipped Cream, for garnish

Instructions:

Crust: In a bowl, stir together cookies and butter with a fork until moistened then press into an 8 or 10-inch pie crust. Freeze.

Layer 1: Beat together all ingredients, spread onto the frozen crust, and freeze for 5 minutes.

Layer 2: Beat together all ingredients except for the chocolate. Stir in the chocolate. Place this mixture on top of the peanut butter layer.

Top with whipped cream and refrigerate until firm.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Friday, May 05, 2006

Let's Try This Again

May 5, 2006

I'm starting this blog thingy so I can participate in "The Weekend" Challenge" started by Odd Mix. I'm not a professional photographer. I don't even take alot of pictures. I have a cheap-ass digital camera but want to participate anyway, so I am.

This weekend’s words are:
  • Challenge
  • Reveal
  • Peace

I'll work on those and post the pictures over the weekend.