tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45831796926474056612024-03-13T11:52:29.455-07:00Minor DetailsAll the stuff I want to say that no one really cares about except me.Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-38975124677243367782014-11-02T15:00:00.002-08:002014-11-02T15:00:13.885-08:00GratitudeEvery year in November people on Facebook post something they are grateful for each day. And every year it annoys the hell out of me. But at the same time, I always feel like I should do it, too. They say that being grateful helps increase happiness. But I don't want to increase my happiness by annoying all my Facebook friends with my daily posts that no one cares about. So guess what, nonexistent readers? I get to annoy you instead!<br />
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Day 1 (yesterday). I am grateful for maple bars (which I had for breakfast) and the extra hour of sleep that the switch from Daylight Savings Time provides.<br />
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Day 2 (today). I am grateful for my sister and brother, who each had their birthdays in the last 2 days. I love them both a lot.<br />
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And....that was already difficult. I'm going to have to work hard to come up with 28 more things. But I"ll do my best. Now, here's a picture of a puppy. Because...puppies.<br />
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<br />Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-88524421764783007002014-09-27T12:45:00.001-07:002014-09-27T12:45:09.279-07:00Nobody Here But Us Chickens...I figure at this point there is no one left reading this thing. Even I don't read it.<br />
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But lately, I've been feeling the need to put thoughts out into the world, and by now this is probably a safe place to put them that few will see.<br />
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When I started this thing umpteen-million years ago, my idea was to have someone to tell stuff to. At this moment I find myself with very few close friends and very little else going on. The subtitle of this blog has always been "All the stuff I want to say that no one cares about except me." And that's really the point of using it right now. I have no one to tell the little stuff to. So, here goes:<br />
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I got my nails done yesterday. I really like the fall color.<br />
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Also, I think my fingers look really weird in this picture. But then, I don't usually take pictures of my hands. So, yeah.</div>
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Also, I think beards are ugly. I don't understand the current love of men who don't shave. I'm okay with a goatee or a little 5:00 shadow. But if you look like Grizzly Adams, no thank you.</div>
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p.s. <a href="http://lmgtfy.com/?q=Who+is+Grizzly+Adams%3F">Let Me Google That For You</a></div>
Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-39600517145158126502010-12-30T16:21:00.000-08:002010-12-30T16:21:48.647-08:00So I'm Lame. Whatever. And Christmas.Yeah, yeah. I'm not going to talk about my continual lack of posting. I'm trying to get over it. You should, too. Let's all move on, shall we?<br />
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So here's kind of what Christmas looked like this year.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Me: "This is Monica [my sister] putting Max's shoes on. It's a thrill a minute. This is Max, getting his shoes put on. The end."</div>Max: "HEY!"<br />
Me: "And that's what he looks like most of the time."<br />
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Thank goodness for Max. Someone's got to keep things interesting around here! Love ya, buddy.Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-17972582578728301122010-09-05T10:23:00.000-07:002010-09-05T11:52:00.723-07:00Hey! It's blue!In case you didn't notice, I just changed the colors and layout for the blog. I originally chose black and white because it was very simple and striking. But it's been feeling a little heavy to me lately, and besides, Blogger has all these cool new templates and ways to adjust them, so I decided to go blue.<br />
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I am still working on posting some of my trips to very cool restaurants in the Seattle area. It's just taking a while because I have SO many pictures. I don't want to bore you with twelve pictures of the same thing. I hope to have at least one up before Tuesday.<br />
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Another relatively new item on the blog is a way to follow me using Facebook. You may have noticed it off to the right. It looks like this:<br />
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Can you see all that space? Just waiting for more people to fill it up? It's not hard to join, you just click the "Follow this blog" box while logged in to FB. Not that you have to or anything, but it looks so sad right now with only four people. And one of them is the fake person I created so I can play stupid Facebook games. Yeah. So jump on the bandwagon, won't you? Thanks!Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-14845789669355550642010-09-01T06:16:00.000-07:002010-09-01T06:16:00.798-07:00It's FallHere it is, just the first day of September, and already I'm proclaiming a new season. I actually wanted to post this about two weeks ago, but am just now getting around to it. Huh? What would make me feel like it's autumn during the middle of August? Hmmm, well let's see.<br />
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Could it be these?<br />
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No, that's not it. I haven't seen very many of the trees starting to change as it's been a pretty mild summer in our neck of the woods.<br />
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How about this then?<br />
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No, that's not it either. Though the weather hasn't been wonderful lately (especially yesterday) it's actually been pretty wet all summer, so that doesn't distinguish it in my book.<br />
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Okay, then. It must be this:<br />
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Well, this might be a little part of it. Our district starts tomorrow and some around us begin today. But that's not the definitive sign that we have officially begun a new season.<br />
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This is one of the literally dozens of spiders that have decided it's fall. I know because they have all come into my house for refuge. This one happened to be at the very top of one of my twelve foot ceilings, so he gets to live in infamy instead of being transported elsewhere. That's right, I don't kill spiders. I put a big clear cup over them (known as "the bug cup"), slide a magazine over the opening, take it outside, set it down, tip it over, and run like hell. Am I kind to spiders because I'm an animal lover? Or because I believe in the sanctity of all living things? I wish. It's mostly because the feeling of squishing a spider this big can leave me with the heebie-jeebies for weeks. I found one in the bathtub about a week ago who was defying the bug cup, and I am still completely grossed out by the memory of the feeling and the sound it made as I got it with a kleenex. Ugh! I just shuddered!<br />
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Hopefully the critters where you live will be enjoying summer a little while longer. I, on the other hand, will be embracing fall. I'm ready for the next chapter. Speaking of which, don't expect too much posting for the next week or so. The beginning of school is a very hectic time for me. But I will be back! Kind of like the dang spiders.<br />
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Happy Autumn!Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-63776455004577992832010-08-29T09:00:00.000-07:002010-08-29T09:00:02.413-07:00Cupcake Royale<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZXQzMePMydE1SoN3H_-zl5_vAiNCVlPIVHVPjbtBicJ9CsTOmR8h3VrsVnozY8qU09CQkavw5cdpgo5dE2dxCJSNHEUHsgRtk7ufYc_JdrrMUhhHhNqUq99OpxPQ0TQ1t02eJlod7WA/s1600/IMG_1670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZXQzMePMydE1SoN3H_-zl5_vAiNCVlPIVHVPjbtBicJ9CsTOmR8h3VrsVnozY8qU09CQkavw5cdpgo5dE2dxCJSNHEUHsgRtk7ufYc_JdrrMUhhHhNqUq99OpxPQ0TQ1t02eJlod7WA/s320/IMG_1670.JPG" width="320" /></a>I recently had a chance to visit one of the fancy shmancy cupcake shops that are in the process of taking over the world. <a href="http://www.cupcakeroyale.com/index.html">Cupcake Royale</a> has a number of locations; we visited the one in Seattle's Capitol Hill neighborhood. "We" being me, Laurie and her very sweet husband, Wayne. This would be Laurie from the Hawthorn Tea Room who is now a good friend. I guess she felt sorry for me after all my whiny blog posts about having no friends. So, see? You can make friends over the age of 40. Or I can. I don't know about you per se. You might have a gypsy curse which has forced you to become a recluse who never leaves your home to eat cupcakes. Or something.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The shop is super cute, lots of pink, brown and white with other very bright colors thrown in here and there. It's also very Seattley. Very trendy, lots of laid back cool people lounging about. And of course, there's coffee. Cupcake Royale also has some good marketing happening. Lots of cupcake related merchandise for sale and they also sell their products through Metropolitan Market, the upscale grocery store. My favorite item was the "Legalize Gay Cupcakes" shirt. It cracked me up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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We went to check out the selection and I had to spend some time wiping saliva from my chin. They don't like it when you drool on the display case. Sorry!<br />
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I've actually had their cupcakes before because, as I mentioned, they sell them at Met Market which has a location near my house. So I knew I'd be getting one with a white base. I absolutely LOVE the texture of their white cake. I'm usually a flavor person, but I'm all about the texture here. It's extremely dense and rich. It's almost like pound cake, but not that heavy. I wish I could describe it better. For me, it's the perfect cake consistency. I've tried other flavors, and they're all yummy, but the vanilla buttercake is my idea of cupcake heaven.<br />
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I chose the Lemon Drop, which has a lemon head candy on it. Even though these are super cute, this is too much frosting for me. This is how they frost all of their cakes, so I've learned to deal with it. But if they handed me the spatula for a minute, about half the frosting would come off. Not to say I didn't enjoy it, I just think the thickness of it is a little overwhelming. This plate, on the other hand, rocked my world. I adore it and am actually kind of glad they weren't selling this pattern, because I don't have any room for it in my house and I wanted to buy twelve of them.<br />
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They bake the cupcakes on site, which means they frost and decorate them here, too. They have an open area in the center of the store so you can watch. I was enamored with the sprinkle jars. Feel lucky you only have to look at two of the fifteen pictures I took of them. Not even joking.<br />
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After I ate my Lemon Drop, and Laurie and Wayne shared their vanilla and chocolate babycakes, one of the bakers came out and started frosting a tray of chocolate cakes. I freaked her out when my flash went off for this shot. Oops!<br />
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But she was so sweet and came over to the other side so I could take pictures. And she didn't call me "weirdo" or anything. In fact, you can see in the second picture she was talking with me about what she was doing and how long it took her to learn the signature swirl. This is the cream cheese frosting (which is phenomenal, by the way) and because it was a warm day it wasn't cooperating with her. But I still think they looked beautiful.<br />
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I know you may not live close to Cupcake Royale, but I'm sure there is an independently owned cupcake shop somewhere near you. Since they are taking over the world and all. So go support them and eat a few cupcakes. Unless you have that gypsy curse thing going on. In which case, never mind.Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-79312040399613616112010-08-26T10:00:00.000-07:002010-08-26T10:00:00.152-07:00Proctor Farmers' MarketI am fortunate to live in an area that has not one, but three farmers' markets available on different days of the week. The unfortunate part is the lack of effort I usually make to visit them. Last week I got off the couch and made it down to the one on Proctor in the North End of Tacoma. I didn't think to take my camera, but here are a couple of things I brought home.<br />
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I also picked up some blueberries which weren't very photogenic and grabbed some lunch at one of the restaurant stalls. Mmm, chicken curry and naan! Finally, I bought an official <a href="http://www.proctorfarmersmarket.com/">Proctor Farmers' Market</a> bag in which to stash all of my goodies. Oooooo. See how I put the preposition in the right place there, instead of saying "to stash my goodies in"? And did you notice I put the apostrophe AFTER the s in Farmers? That's cause I is a college graduet! Impressed, ain't ya?<br />
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Anyway, I need to be better about supporting our local sellers, especially before the markets close for the season. Hopefully I'll have lots more $5.00 goodies to share soon.Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-54289219777467219282010-08-24T09:00:00.000-07:002010-08-24T09:00:02.377-07:00All the Way Home<div>A friend shared this a few days ago on Facebook, and I just had to pass it on.</div><div><br />
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I don't watch TV very often, so this might be old. But it is new to me.<br />
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I may or may not have been a lot like this as a child. Or I might still be like this today. I'm not saying either way. But I want those pinwheels! Weeeeeee!Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-18718807454611223532010-08-23T09:00:00.000-07:002010-08-23T09:00:05.068-07:00Cooking Light Mondays: Skillet Fillets with Cilantro Butter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTl5VjfDtA9TSeaLRcW4b3OD5W9or0fkVey3YY5fqnDsOz1LIQgKAYtDYI5-JM0LPZtSYOYeT2iuz_TlqjiXFMpvF2VlhTT5ve695_1qQhjF7XSkR4lrh4srzlRrUMC61YA6-tcf9Djw/s1600/IMG_1520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTl5VjfDtA9TSeaLRcW4b3OD5W9or0fkVey3YY5fqnDsOz1LIQgKAYtDYI5-JM0LPZtSYOYeT2iuz_TlqjiXFMpvF2VlhTT5ve695_1qQhjF7XSkR4lrh4srzlRrUMC61YA6-tcf9Djw/s400/IMG_1520.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
So, <s>Shrink My Butt</s> Cooking Light Mondays haven't been going too well. Namely because I haven't bothered to cook any food for a million years or so. However, I did manage to throw something together way back in June and actually take pictures of it. Miraculous, I know. This recipe was super easy and very tasty. Definitely a do-again. Here's what transpired as far as I can remember.<br />
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Any recipe that has a big hunk of butter in it has to be a winner, right? To the softened butter I added some fresh cilantro, lemon rind, paprika and salt. I think it goes without saying that you have to be a cilantro fan to enjoy this. But I guess I just said it anyway.<br />
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Smoosh everything all up together. I suppose I should have wiped down the sides of the cup for this picture. Honestly, I'm just happy I found my camera.<br />
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You can use any "mild white fish" for this dish. I believe this is cod. Let's just say it is, okay? It gets sprinkled with a mixture of salt, cumin and ground red pepper. Don't worry, it wasn't too spicy. I am the poster child for the Spicy Food Destroys Tastebuds foundation and I thought it was fine. So it is SFDT approved. I may have put in less of the red pepper than called for, but I can't remember. You'll have to cut me some slack--this was two and a half months ago.<br />
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Anyway, the fillets and the nonstick pan both get a good dose of cooking spray and then fry for about 3 minutes on each side. (Fry the fish, not the pan.) I seem to recall leaving the thicker piece in longer because it didn't seem done. I'm always a little iffy about using cooking spray because I feel like I'm eating chemicals. But I've managed to down my fair share of Pop Tarts in my life, and those are probably worse, so I just get over it.<br />
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That was pretty much it. I stuck some Cilantro Butter on top and served it with a baked sweet potato and sauteed spinach. (Baked meaning microwaved for 5 minutes.) This was the money shot. Ooo. Ahhh. Ohhhhh.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So if you need a quick meal and want to get more fish into your diet, we have a winner! Hop on over to Cooking Light if you'd like to make <a href="http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&recipe_id=1142036">this recipe.</a> And let me know how it turns out. I'll pass the findings on to the SFDT. The tastebud you save may be your own!</div>Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-88532871297287100102010-08-22T09:00:00.000-07:002010-08-22T11:00:13.607-07:00Pathetic Confession #6This billboard was posted near the freeway on my way to work for quite some time:<br />
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Does anyone else find this to be slightly dirty? Or is it just me? Anyone? No?<br />
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Okay then. Never mind...Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-66178543598406089132010-08-21T08:20:00.000-07:002010-08-21T08:20:32.814-07:00Party Time!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijaGiPZ14Szfhvf5xKKK549onpv9ulBn9W7Qkzy35yirvEw9eYlZNwZfl616YC0ksbTa0dbILdWXSsjxT1tHNRFwqw7HourWp2QE2_z1YaULSsFI3XTPctr8G3VRpPmtNYqEwyZEPuSI0/s1600/party-hat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijaGiPZ14Szfhvf5xKKK549onpv9ulBn9W7Qkzy35yirvEw9eYlZNwZfl616YC0ksbTa0dbILdWXSsjxT1tHNRFwqw7HourWp2QE2_z1YaULSsFI3XTPctr8G3VRpPmtNYqEwyZEPuSI0/s400/party-hat.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
That's right, people! Time to get out the confetti and cake! It's a party! Whoo-hoo! "Celebrate good times, come on!" Let the good times roll! "Tonight we're gonna party like it's 1999!" Party hearty!<br />
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What? You want to know what we're celebrating? Oh. Um...okay. We are celebrating the following:<br />
<ol><li>I am posting an actual real live blog. Not a fake one. Yippee!</li>
<li>I have more stuff I want to post. And not just once every 6 months. Yowza!</li>
<li>There will henceforth be NO MORE WHINING allowed. Yay!</li>
<li>I am actually in a good mood and have been for quite some time. Exclamation starting with a Y!</li>
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Thanks to everyone who expressed concern during my posts this last year. I was not in a good place, and I'm sorry it leaked into Internetland. And, no, I don't know what made it better. Mostly I got sick of being depressed. So I worked on fixing it. That's the only good thing about situational depression. Sometimes a couple of kicks in the ass from caring people can make a big difference. So thanks, friendly neighborhood ass-kickers. (You know who you are!)<br />
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Just to be clear, this doesn't mean I'm going to post every day. My life is just too hectic for that. But I'm actually looking forward to posting instead of dreading it.<br />
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On a side note, I am freaking out a little bit. Blogger has a new tool that lets you see how many people have viewed your blog and even which posts are most read. Apparently, I am getting over 500 views a month. WHAT? That's got to be wrong. Even with the random views, how in the heck is that possible? And now I feel so bad for all those people who had to look at my depressing posts. SORRY!!!!! Anyway, not sure I'm buying it. All 500 of you should comment to prove you actually stopped by. Hee hee!<br />
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Time to go eat some of my party cake. Mmmm, cake. See you all soon!Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-77397460823491014402010-02-15T20:27:00.000-08:002010-02-15T20:27:40.267-08:00Where Am I?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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How did I get here? Is it really 2010? Already? What do you mean it's February?<br />
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I feel very lost right now. My birthday is a week away. How is that possible? I feel like all I've done for the last 6 months is work. It feels like one giant work week. I just wrote the word "feel" three times in five sentences.<br />
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How is it possible that I have made it this far in my life and still don't feel like I'm on solid ground? Except at work, which I pour all of my energy into. Why am I okay putting so much effort into my job but I don't do the same for anything else in my life?<br />
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I was at a conference over the weekend and saw my ex-fiance from about a million years ago. We run into each other occasionally at these things. It always gets me thinking about the direction I could have gone in but didn't. Not that I would want to be with him, but the life that I could have had...marriage, kids, a house with a white picket fence and a dog...<br />
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I was at an entirely different conference a week ago (see what I mean about too much work?) and I had this amazing session where they discussed moral purpose. We were asked to make some decisions about what we valued, our moral stance, on certain topics. Then we were to make goals related to our moral beliefs. I totally took this to a personal level and realized that I do not live in a way that reflects my morals. For example, I believe that it is important to show respect for and honor peoples' time by being punctual. And yet, I am always late for everything. I always find one more thing I have to do, or think I have five more minutes before I have to leave. This is just one example of how my actions go against my values. I don't want to be this person. I can't say I believe one thing and then do the opposite. All the time. About everything.<br />
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I know this post is extremely random. I've got a lot in my head right now, so I'm putting it here. I don't know that it will help. I feel like I've been complaining on this stupid blog for forever. What will it take for me to make changes? I can't wait around for other people to figure out what I need, because apparently that is not going to happen. Sometimes I don't know what I need. But it has to be something other than what I have, which is a great career. It's not cutting it. I need a full life with lots of parts to it, so that when one part falters, I have somewhere else to turn. I don't know how to create that. I just know that right now I only have one place to turn, and that's not healthy.<br />
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Anyway. I'm still not sure how I can be this old and not have figured out how to get what I want. Sometimes I question whether it truly is what I want. If it is, why do I do things to keep me from having it? I know part of it is fear of getting hurt. Again. But I also think I am afraid that I will find out that no matter how hard I work, I won't be able to get it. Maybe I'm not...enough, or something. I'm not even sure how to complete this thought. Maybe I'm just super lazy. It's much easier to do nothing and bury myself online and ignore that I have no life. But sometimes it hurts too much to ignore. Like right now.<br />
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Oh my God, I'm such a Debbie Downer. I am extremely tired of posting sadness on this stupid blog. Seriously, go check out the archives. I used to be funny and cutesy. Really! I'm a fun person most of the time. No, I am! Or maybe I'm just not anymore. Was that real? Am I real now, or just feeling sorry for myself? It seems like the only time I write any more is when I am having a pity party. I am so sorry, my five readers, for having yet another pity party.<br />
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Okay. I am going to use what I learned at the session. I am going to set a goal right now. My goal is to be on time to work every day this week (it's only a three day week, so doable) and not make anyone wait more than five minutes to meet me for social events. I can do this. I know it's small, but I think I need to start with something little and build off of it instead of trying to fix my whole life at once. I can do this. I think I'm going to set a few more small goals, too. I'll let you know how I do at the end of the week. I have to do something. I can do this.<br />
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Thanks for listening internetland.Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-80416575976243184892009-12-09T06:01:00.000-08:002009-12-09T06:01:52.376-08:00Tea and SympathyWell, I am writing this at 5 a.m. It is concert week for me, which means I have a hard time sleeping. Which means I was very awake at 4 a.m. I tried to go back to sleep, but no such luck. And it's WAAAYYY too cold to get up. Like temperatures in the teens cold. Right now it is about 11 degrees outside. Yeah. So I am snuggled up in bed with my very warm laptop.<br />
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Last Saturday was the Holiday High Tea at the <a href="http://www.thehawthorntearoom.com/">Hawthorn Tea Room.</a> I was still in a pretty grumpy mood after my little melt down from <a href="http://queensteen.blogspot.com/2009/12/odd-man-out.html">my last post,</a> so not as many pictures as there could have been. But it was very nice and Laurie tried hard to cheer up my downer self. Plus, I went with my wonderful friend Jill, so that made it even better. When we walked in, we were greeted by this:<br />
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Such a pretty little composed plate! Besides the fruit there was a tiny jam tartlet with pomegranate seeds and some pecans and walnuts that I think were spiced. I just love this Christmas tree plate, too. So cute! It was nice that they had the plates ready for us. They serve their "special day" teas all in one sitting, so even if people arrive at different times you have some little nibbles to tide you over until they are ready to serve everyone.<br />
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Next came a champagne flute of Sparkling White Jasmine Tea, which was very light and refreshing. Definitely reminiscent of champagne, but no bite and a very light flavor. I enjoyed it and it was nice to have something unique like this. Good choice, Hawthorn!<br />
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On to the main courses! This is where I got lazy and should have taken more individual photos, but as I said, not feeling it that day. Anyway, on the bottom were some savories; pesto cheese pastry and chicken-apple-brie crostini. Very fancy! The sandwiches were yummy. I think the turkey with cranberry cream was my favorite, but I also really liked the cucumber with feta and mint. The feta added a lot of flavor and was somewhat unexpected, but in a good way.<br />
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One of my favorite things for this tea was the scone. Usually I am a plain scone girl because I like to put lemon curd and devonshire cream on it so it will taste like lemon meringue pie. Mmmm, pie. But the Ginger Pumpkin scone was really good! Neither flavor was overpowering and they complemented each other well. The scones were also baked perfectly. Definitely a highlight!<br />
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The dessert course was lovely. Jill was most excited about the chai-infused shortbread. I, on the other hand, could have eaten about ten of the Chocolate Cherry Christmas bars, which are the ones with the pink filling. For those of you that don't know me, I generally dislike fruit with chocolate. Because the chocolate is so sweet, it makes the fruit taste sour. Icky. But these were SO GOOD! The bar part was super moist and delicious, while the filling wasn't overly sweet or fruity. The cherry flavor was subtle enough to taste fabulous with the chocolate. I would love to see those on the menu again. Hint, hint Laurie!<br />
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For our tea we had three choices, and Jill and I both chose the French Breakfast, which is a black tea. It was excellent. It had the flavor of an English Breakfast, but wasn't quite as bracing. Much more gentle. I will probably buy some the next time I'm there. I really enjoyed it.<br />
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Thank you, Laurie and Cathy, for all you do to make us feel comfortable and happy at the Hawthorn!<br />
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Now, on to the sympathy part. Thanks to everyone who reached out after my last post. I just have the single girl blues sometimes and throw a little pity part for myself. I will try really hard to stop throwing them on my blog. I'm sure you all are sick of hearing me whine. So I am making an effort to reach out and build my relationships a little more, as well as widen my circle of friends. Soon I will have lots of exciting adventures to post as I do lots of fun things with my wonderful friends. See how I'm being positive there? And not whining? Go me!Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-74538340550302304452009-12-05T01:01:00.000-08:002009-12-05T01:01:14.048-08:00Odd Man OutSo I'm having an emotional melt down right now, and I'm pretty sure no one wants me to call them at midnight, so it's all you, internetland.<br />
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Without going into specifics, sometimes I just feel like leftovers. What do we do with this single girl? Where do we put her? I'm the proverbial spinster aunt that someone has to take in. Do people have conversations about this? "What are we going to do with Christine?" "I don't know." "Well, we took her last time. It's your turn."<br />
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I know I'm just being melodramatic, but this is coming on top of my severe lack of social time. I'm tired of inviting people to spend time with me and getting turned down. I'm tired of not being able to have an equal phone conversation. Somehow, I am friends with many, many people who like to talk and not listen. No, I am not talking about the six of you, so chill. I guess I am drawn to extroverts, since I am one, too. But I know how to ask questions, listen to an answer, paraphrase...I'm even pretty good at it. How come I can't find other people who are?<br />
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I spend all day surrounded by children, then come home to an empty house. I have no one to talk to. It is killing me!!!! My hairdresser knows more about my life right now than almost anyone else. Because she asks. I had a hair appointment yesterday, and as I was starting to steer the conversation back toward her, she asked me another question about me. Because she was concerned since I cried all over her last time. We still talked about her half the time, but I felt listened to. And I could tell she cares about me. I didn't want to leave. How crazy is that?<br />
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I know I can be a lot to handle sometimes. I am loud (always) and obnoxious (on occasion). But it makes me wonder if I need to be different than I am...maybe my personality is keeping me from finding the friendships I lack. But how do you change who you are on the inside? Should I even have to? If I just say less of what I'm thinking would it be better? But, except around my immediate family who HAVE to put up with me (it's the law), I am already filtering something fierce. If I say much less I won't be talking at all. And that's half the problem. I process my thoughts by saying them out loud. If I think of something, it keeps spinning around my head until I can tell someone about it. If I keep it all inside I feel bottled up and more and more alone. Which is why I'm writing this. If I don't get it out I won't get any sleep tonight.<br />
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Oh my gosh, I don't know what's happened to my blog. I started this whole thing trying to be cute and funny, but it sure has gotten boring lately. All I do is whine. Welcome to my personal sob story.<br />
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Whatever. I know I should be a big girl and just suck it up.<br />
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But I'm sad. I'm tired of being sad.<br />
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Anyway. Thanks for listening.<br />
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p.s. Sorry, but I've disabled comments for this post. I just wanted to be listened to and not talked at for once. Thanks for understanding.<br />
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p.p.s. Don't worry, Mom, I'll be fine.Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-76766435042777866502009-12-03T21:51:00.000-08:002009-12-03T21:58:48.995-08:00Mmm...Hot Butter!When I think about the holiday season, I realize that yes, I love the family time, the weather and the spirit of giving. But the thing that I think of most during the holiday season is THE FOOD! There are treats we get to enjoy at this time of year that are the true essence of the holidays for me. I associate many smells and tastes with the magic of the season. And some of them just aren't available at any other time of year, so I take advantage of them while I can. One example is this:<br />
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This special product comes to area stores and I get so excited when I see the little yellow tub. This so reminds me of the stuff my mom made when we were kids that I would drink by the gallon if allowed. The only problem is, I don't like rum. So I just drink the batter on its own, hence I drink Hot Butter instead of Hot Buttered Rum. I wanted to find out how many calories were in this stuff (bad idea since it's mostly sugar and butter) so I went to their <a href="http://www.harveysbutterrumbatter.com/">website.</a> No nutritional info, but a very interesting story about Harvey, the man who invented this stuff back in the 50's and now runs a small factory in Bremerton (a town about 30 minutes away) making only this batter. The man is in his 90's and still going strong. Which goes to show, that drinking this stuff will help you live a very long time. Plus it is SO GOOD! Of course, the container says to use a teaspoon of mix per cup. Bwahahahahaha! That's a good one! I'll just stick with my 3 heaping tablespoons, thanks. So, if you are in the Northwest and you see this nectar of the gods in your local dairy case, do yourself a favor and pick some up. You'll thank me.<br />
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But, wait, what if you don't live in the Northwest? What if you are doomed to live in some other boring, Not Northwest, Butter-Rum-Batter free zone? Well, guess what I have for you? My mom used to make an equally deadly version of this every year and because I'm so kind I will share the recipe with you. Mom's is technically better than Harvey's but with the premade stuff I don't have to work so hard. Always a plus. Anyway, go whip up some of this batter to keep in your freezer. And I won't count how many tablespoons you put in your cup if you don't count mine!<br />
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1 lb. powdered sugar<br />
1 lb. brown sugar<br />
1 lb. butter<br />
1 quart vanilla ice cream, softened<br />
1 Tbl. vanilla extract<br />
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Beat together all ingredients. Place in an airtight container and store in freezer.<br />
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To make, combine 1 1/2 Tbl. batter, 1 cup hot water, 1/2 jigger rum. Sprinkle with nutmeg.<br />
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I told you it was bad for you. What's not to love? Enjoy!<br />
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By the way, anybody know what a jigger is?Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-37080430969428799032009-12-01T20:40:00.001-08:002009-12-01T21:52:28.655-08:00Look! Snow!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9_OE86bJdKiGynUEc8tbM31ZFXD0PZAVhfnxbrVtuc3w_WYXFMk-hGL_JHLuEJevPRwCyyE_ErXT-7hs1ZM1O7Xm5IPvnGE2yah-Iu5NMrB5gCTmsV2Htr0IjSlXrJKh_s9FWcdSEdI/s1600/PC210020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9_OE86bJdKiGynUEc8tbM31ZFXD0PZAVhfnxbrVtuc3w_WYXFMk-hGL_JHLuEJevPRwCyyE_ErXT-7hs1ZM1O7Xm5IPvnGE2yah-Iu5NMrB5gCTmsV2Htr0IjSlXrJKh_s9FWcdSEdI/s640/PC210020.JPG" /></a><br />
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I made it snow on my blog! Cool, huh?<br />
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Hopefully this time it won't mess up anyone's computer. Last year poor Laurie couldn't access my page because the snow made her computer freeze. I used a different program this year, so hopefully things will be fine for everyone. See how nice I am to you, even though this snow doesn't collect in little piles on the bottom of the browser like before, which was so completely adorable...oh well.<br />
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Also, hopefully my computer generated snow will not result in any real live snow. The computer kind is JUST FINE! We had enough snow last year to get us through three or four winters. So no praying for snow days or singing "Let it Snow" from this girl. Instead, how about, "I'm dreaming of a green Christmas...."Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-19156142675342691332009-11-30T23:15:00.000-08:002009-11-30T23:16:16.114-08:00Cooking Light Mondays: Pomegranate-Avocado Salsa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwwPzF1z3wAnrJQ-YBZeZZhJuh-pD38oMLUQot2ZK0-PipyQw63UR1zXAw1zzERjr1hpnXBSiLue1lYrl9H9VTukbB95LXJv4tCsIEY51blEVsPcZfCxMYhG1Xejh3E5aQ9JoV4fXfCAs/s1600/IMG_0985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwwPzF1z3wAnrJQ-YBZeZZhJuh-pD38oMLUQot2ZK0-PipyQw63UR1zXAw1zzERjr1hpnXBSiLue1lYrl9H9VTukbB95LXJv4tCsIEY51blEVsPcZfCxMYhG1Xejh3E5aQ9JoV4fXfCAs/s400/IMG_0985.JPG" width="400" /></a><br />
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This is one of the appetizers I brought for Thanksgiving. We always have snacks before hand, but I'm not sure why since we eat freakishly early, so I'm rarely actually hungry for dinner. But somehow I managed to eat plenty anyway.<br />
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The first time I ever had this, my friend Jill made it for a cookie swap she was hosting. I don't remember much about the cookies we had, but I remember this salsa, so that says a lot. It actually has "spicy chips" that you can make to go with it, but I wasn't feeling it. Also, remember: broken oven. We had baked Tostitos scoops and they worked great and tasted yummy. Couldn't really tell they were the baked kind, so that's good.<br />
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This is fairly easy. The hardest part is seeding the pomegranate. I used the underwater method to keep from spraying juice all over the place. It was kind of tedious, but it got the job done. The rest of this is just chopping stuff up; oranges, avocados, cilantro, green onion and jalapeno. You throw it all together with some honey, lime juice and salt. That's it. Easy as pie. Actually, pie's much harder to make, so I'm going to say Easy as salsa. So there.<br />
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Here's <a href="http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&recipe_id=1134054">the recipe</a> if you would like to make your own. It's a really popular dish, there was nothing left of it. So I highly recommend it for any holiday parties you might be attending. I think I'm going to make it again for our upcoming staff party in December. If you make the chips let me know how they turn out. Once I have a working oven I might give them a try. Enjoy!<br />
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p.s. Isn't the dish pretty? I just love Polish Pottery!!Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-69141703607772505332009-11-29T23:30:00.000-08:002009-11-29T23:34:22.000-08:00Thanksgiving and TeaWow, I can't believe it is almost the end of November. Only two more days of NaBloMoPo. I really do intend to keep posting. But it will definitely be less frequent as December is a very busy month for me. And you too, I'm sure.<br />
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Anyway, thought I'd catch you up on my holiday weekend.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next day was tea at the <a href="http://queenmarytea.com/">Queen Mary Tea Room</a> in Seattle. You may recall that <a href="http://queensteen.blogspot.com/2008/11/whoo-hoo-and-queen-mary.html">we did this last year</a>, too, but with a different cast of characters. Unfortunately, my sister still wasn't well enough to come. So besides me, we had<br />
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Overall, I ate WAY too much. But I was able to spend time with my family so that makes it all okay. That and the healthy eating I plan to begin again tomorrow. Right before Christmas. When there is food literally everywhere. Yeah. Oh well, holidays come just once a year, right? Thank goodness!<br />
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p.s. Welcome to my 6th official follower, Pam from <a href="http://sidewalkshoes.blogspot.com/">Sidewalk Shoes.</a> I feel so honored to have all these people reading my lame little blog. Thanks, guys!Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-81792084465378278632009-11-28T21:54:00.000-08:002009-11-28T22:01:20.793-08:00Mama! Mama? Yoo-hoo! Dada!Oh my gosh. So funny. Enjoy!<br />
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The other day, I was talking with a friend I know from my last school. We realized that the good times we had there are long gone, for a number of reasons. I told her that where I work now, these are the "good times." Someday I will look back and remember this place and time with fondness. That's how I feel about my family, too. Right here, right now, these are the good times. And I need to appreciate them in the moment as well as keep them in my heart. Some day I will be sitting at my niece's dinner table for Thanksgiving, sharing stories from the here and now. And I hope these are the times they will remember with as much love as I do.Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-84468391297676733042009-11-26T21:52:00.000-08:002009-11-26T21:54:10.703-08:00Happy Thanksgiving!Here's hoping your Thanksgiving looked a lot like this:<br />
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Happy Turkey Day everyone! Gobble Gobble!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>images from www.ehow.com</i></span>Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-14861383985882880652009-11-25T20:28:00.000-08:002009-11-25T20:41:36.025-08:00Jingle JingleNot as in bells, as in commercial jingles. I was thinking the other day about how many commercials I remember because they had a catchy tune to go with them. I know way more than I should. Does anyone remember these besides me?<br />
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</div>My bologna has a first name, it's O S C A R. My bologna has a second name, it's M A Y E R. Oh, I love to eat it every day, and if you ask me why I'll say, 'cause Oscar Mayer has a way with B O L O G N A! How's that? ( I had to sing the song to myself to spell bologna correctly.) It always bugged me as a kid that the word ends in A but we pronounce it with an E...okay, it still bugs me.<br />
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We've got crab legs, Sea Galley. We've got crab legs, Sea Galley. We've got Snow (Snow! Snow!) King (King! King!) Dungeness too!<br />
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</div>Take a princess to sea. Have a crumpet and tea. There's fun aboard all the way, sail away for the day, hey hey hey. Let's go to Victoria, with Princess Marguerite!<br />
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I could go on forever with this. I'm always been musical, so once I hear these things they are stuck in my head FOREVER. How about you? What "message from our sponsor" do you get stuck in your brain? Or am I the only one singing songs I learned from television in second grade?<br />
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Speaking of, please someone tell me they know this last one. I keep asking and no one can remember it. I sure as heck didn't make it up. But I sing it every time we go past the Seneca Street exit in Seattle.<br />
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Seneca, the first frozen apple juice enriched with vitamin C. Rich, delicious Seneca, sweetened naturally. Young and old love Seneca, enriched with vitamin C!<br />
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Someday I'll figure out how to put sound files on this thing and annoy you with the actual tunes. Hmm, maybe you're lucky I haven't figured it out yet!<br />
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The stipulations are to 1) Thank the person who gave you the award and link to their blog, 2) Present this award to others whose blogs you find brilliant in design or content, and 3) Share ten honest things about yourself.<br />
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So first, thanks bunches <a href="http://susansmusings.wordpress.com/">Susan!</a> I'm glad I make you laugh once in a while. Susan has recently started blogging again, as have I, so we're supporting each other on our NaBloPoMo journey. Check her out for both funny and great observational posts.<br />
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Okay, next one not so easy. A lot of the blogs I read are also read by a ton of other people and I'm thinking they are too high-falutin' to be responding to little ol' me and my measly little blog...dude, why am I talking like I'm in a spaghetti western all of a sudden? Anyway, feel free to check out my very favorite blogs by <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/">The Pioneer Woman</a>, <a href="http://dooce.com/">Dooce</a> and <a href="http://www.iambossy.com/">I Am Bossy</a>. But don't expect me to ask them to play along with my blog award. They're busy writing books and posting stuff that's actually interesting. So instead, I will pass this award on to a few real life people like me who just happen to blog.<br />
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Nicole from <a href="http://twopier.wordpress.com/">two pie r</a> is someone I ran across while hitting the "Next Blog" button. I just stumbled upon her writing and really enjoyed her topics and insights. And her recipes make me hungry.<br />
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Carrie at <a href="http://www.carrieann123.blogspot.com/">Just Call Me SuperMom</a> is someone I know in real life who has some really great and funny stories about parenting. She's gotten away from blogging lately, so I'm hoping this award might encourage her to post again.<br />
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Pam at <span id="goog_1259134798317"></span><a href="http://sidewalkshoes.blogspot.com/">Sidewalk Shoes</a> <span id="goog_1259134798318"></span>has phenomenal recipes and pictures. If you also like cats and reading, check her out. She'll be right up your alley.<br />
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Lastly, Tea at <a href="http://teaandcookies.blogspot.com/">Tea and Cookies</a>. Not only does she write about great food, I find some of her posts very touching and poignant. I often tear up when I read her stuff.<br />
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You notice I read a lot of blogs that feature food. Big, big surprise.<br />
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Finally, ten honest things about me. Um...this is kind of hard because I feel the need to tell you ten things I haven't already written about. I'm pretty honest most of the time. Which often gets me in trouble since I am also very LOUD in my opinions. Anyway, I'll give it a shot.<br />
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1. I love avocados. Ripe ones, of course. Like LOVE love. (Is that a sentence?) I think they should be declared our National Fruit. And we can eat them as we sing the Star-Spangled Banner. Not joking.<br />
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2. I have reverse anorexia nervosa. I look in the mirror and think, "Damn, I look good!" For some reason, this does not work with photographs, which always make me say AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! And are the reason I am now back to my healthy eating plan.<br />
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3. I often get migraines, especially when I've not been very healthy. Which is why I have one right now. I had to take six Excedrin Migraine to make it hurt less. Even though you're not supposed to take more than two in 24 hours. Which is why I am kind of loopy right now. More than usual, I mean. And is probably why I'm writing in sentence fragments.<br />
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4. I truly believe the world would be a better place if I were in charge. Not that I want to be, because there are too many mean people in the world. I'm just saying things would be better if y'all would just do what I say. Like be kinder. And give your money to people who need it more than you. And bow down before me every time I walk in the room. Stuff like that.<br />
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5. I think exclamation points bring more excitement to my writing!!!! I use exclamation points so much, that I actually made up a song about them!!!!! I recorded it on my computer, but I can't figure out how to upload it for you. I'll let you know if I figure it out!!!!! I did mention I'm a music teacher, right?!?!?!?!!!!<br />
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6. I have very few true friends. I have many acquaintances. But the people I welcome into my heart are there forever and I would do anything for them. Which is why I'm really choosy about who I call friend.<br />
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7. I am the world's biggest procrastinator. No contest. I actually managed to put off the hosting of my own birthday party one year. My guests ended up decorating for me and I spent the entire time cooking the food I could have done ahead instead of enjoying the party. Why do I do this? Because I hate the idea of work. Not the actual work itself, I just have an intense reluctance to begin it. So. Lame.<br />
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8. I really like the colors red and pink. (Running out of ideas now.)<br />
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9. If I won the lottery I have an entire financial plan written out of how I would share my winnings with my family and friends, what I would invest in and what I would buy. Yes. It's actually in writing. But I never actually buy lottery tickets. Just like to dream, I guess.<br />
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10. If I ever lost my sense of taste, I would lose my will to live. I. Love. Food. I also really like writing one word sentences so you get the emphasis of how I'm saying it in my head. Just. Like. This. hee hee!<br />
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Whew! That is one long post. Way to go if you made it this far. Which I guess you did if you're still reading. If you're not still reading this, why am I still typing? If a tree fell in the forest and it hit Glenn Beck on the head, would anyone care? Oh, sorry. Just the Excedrin talking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I. Love. Exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!<br />
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p.s. A big shout out to my newest follower, eidolon_nexus. I have 5 real live followers now! (At least, I assume they're all alive.) I am so happy!!!!!!!!! Exclamation point!!!!!Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-53810859900351068822009-11-23T22:46:00.000-08:002009-11-23T22:51:22.643-08:00Cooking Light Mondays: Lentil Stew with Ham and Greens<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5rseB9x_x_C-xcLzMUOw19hHYb-to9cZLxRfQQRQm_oJB11_Qtm9H53klyiq25eUiGfJKI2Bk6LnQBDfk9MPrpqXH0W_aMXo9eEY9pAJfw40C2mYWR1EGB7SDbEW5oRO-O3QJNHZy8q0/s1600/lentil-stew-ck-698672-l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5rseB9x_x_C-xcLzMUOw19hHYb-to9cZLxRfQQRQm_oJB11_Qtm9H53klyiq25eUiGfJKI2Bk6LnQBDfk9MPrpqXH0W_aMXo9eEY9pAJfw40C2mYWR1EGB7SDbEW5oRO-O3QJNHZy8q0/s400/lentil-stew-ck-698672-l.jpg" /></a><br />
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Whoopee! Back with <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">Shrink My Butt</span> Cooking Light Mondays! You didn't think I'd forget my strikethrough name did ya?<br />
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So I was feeling all Autumn-like and decided to make a stick to your ribs kind of meal. For some strange reason I've been craving lentils lately. Weird, especially since I rarely eat them. I also needed a stovetop meal, as my oven currently only heats up to about 200 degrees. "Hey," you say, "your landlord should fix that!" To which I say, "I'm sure he would if I could manage to tell him it's broken." I'm just lazy like that sometimes.<br />
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Which brings us to another long Cooking Light recipe name. Not just Lentil Stew, but Lentil Stew with Ham and Greens. Only mine doesn't have ham in it. I decided to use turkey kielbasa instead because the online reviews said it had more flavor. It's also a heck of a lot cheaper than buying a big hunk of ham for $12.00. I also used sweet potatoes since I had them in my house. And the little reviewer people said I could. And what they say goes.<br />
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This was a really easy meal to put together and was way yummy. I ate some for lunch today and then wasn't even hungry for the pudding cup I brought. It was nice to have a hearty meal to get me through the afternoon, which also made me want to snack less...always good.<br />
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So let's get to it!<br />
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Technically, the hardest part of this was all the chopping since, as we know, I am a ridiculously slow chopper. But some things went in the pot and then cooked for a while, so it gave me time to keep chopping as things simmered. Anyway, first you heat up some olive oil, then throw in a chopped onion and 3 cloves of minced garlic. Mmmm, garlic! Let it cook down for about 5 minutes. Make sure to close your bedroom door so your clothes don't smell like garlic and onions. All. Day. Long. (sigh)<br />
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At which point it will look a little like the picture above. See my new Pampered Chef bamboo spoon? Not just wood, but bamboo! Ooooo. Ahhhh. Ohhhh. The pandas will be jealous! (Because pandas eat bamboo. Get it?)<br />
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Next we throw in flavorless Swanson's chicken broth, chopped up carrot, dried lentils and a few bay leaves. Bring to a boil. It will look like this. (If you stir it and take a picture at the same time while trying not to drop your camera into the pot.)<br />
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After it boils, let it simmer for 20 minutes. Which is when you can chop up the rest of the stuff you were too slow to get done earlier. Throw in the ham (or whatever), potato and greens. Use red swiss chard if you are cool and adventurous like me, especially if they don't have the regular green kind of greens at the store. Just red ones. Which makes them reds, I guess.<br />
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Again with the boil, then simmer. 15 minutes this time. When it looks like this...<br />
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...throw in diced tomatoes and some basil, thyme and pepper. Then, you guessed it, once more bring to a boil and simmer. And following the 5 minutes less every time pattern, only simmer for 10 minutes.<br />
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Ooo, simmering. With tomatoes. And little flecks of dried up stuff. Oh, so very unattractive!<br />
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When it's all said and done, you get a yummy bowl of hearty stew that just isn't that pretty. You could sprinkle some parsley on it, but that won't help much with the looks factor. Still, it's really good, so make some soon, and just close your eyes when you eat it.<br />
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Um, I guess with all my alterations it needs to be called "Lentil Stew with Kielbasa and Reds." Doesn't really work, though. Oh well. Here's <a href="http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&recipe_id=698672">the recipe</a>. Except for pre-chopping, this should take around an hour. And it's pretty hard to screw it up. So enjoy, and let me know what you think if you make this homely (but still yummy!) dish.Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583179692647405661.post-7814847190746923792009-11-22T23:56:00.000-08:002009-11-22T23:56:15.590-08:00Random Thoughts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ3K3Y4tdt6Pu-YbpgrFK3SlAzCuPFZEwRe_Bbtt34PeOvugx5dlWh8kiGZVuCZLU9SLsGZJ4qf-Kto8ee3hLvOEL4Gg6a7gbMa75FdqRUNjV9X1PD4pB3UZhvdvEkItBgIba3oli-al8/s1600/DSC01379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ3K3Y4tdt6Pu-YbpgrFK3SlAzCuPFZEwRe_Bbtt34PeOvugx5dlWh8kiGZVuCZLU9SLsGZJ4qf-Kto8ee3hLvOEL4Gg6a7gbMa75FdqRUNjV9X1PD4pB3UZhvdvEkItBgIba3oli-al8/s400/DSC01379.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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</div>Here are my three positive thoughts for today. I've got 20 minutes to post, so down and dirty.<br />
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1. I went to see the movie "The Blind Side." It was WONDERFUL. I'm not kidding. Go see it. Super inspirational and made me want to be a better person through my actions, not just my words. And I LOVE Sandra Bullock. I plan to be her in my next life.<br />
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2. I think I might actually be on track to get back to my food and exercise plan this week. I actually COOKED. Real food and everything. I know, right? How long has it been since I did a Cooking Light Monday? Maybe April or something? Anyway, new one tomorrow, so come by to get the scoop. Of course I manage to get back on track the week of Thanksgiving. Um, yeah. So we'll see how that goes.<br />
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3. Four words: Three day work week! Actually, 2 and a half since we have early release on Wednesday. I am SO HAPPY! Hooray for time off!!!!!<br />
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And now I have something to write about on Tuesday, too, as I received my very first blogging award today! Yay! So exciting! Thanks, Susan! So at least a couple of days this week I will have real live (possibly even interesting!) stuff to share with you. Whoopee! Does anyone say "whoopee" anymore? No? Just me? 'Kay.Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04040180578614042183noreply@blogger.com2