And you're the queen of spades, then we'd fight for you like we were your soldiers.
I don't like eating bananas. Or really, any phallic food. Rather, I can only eat bananas (in front of other people if I cut it up into tiny pieces and eat it with a fork. I find that destroys that imagery. At least, I'd hope so. Other people can eat bananas, why can't I eat bananas? I'm trying this new thing where I eat bananas the way normal people eat bananas. I've actually accomplished it twice. I still feel weird. It's not as bad... when there's no one else around... I never actually used to like bananas, so I don't know where this came from. Or where it came from 5 years ago, when the entire banana-eating-phenomenon occurred. I went to college, and BAM - I wanted to eat a banana. I don't get it. But the trend continued. And five years later, I'm still eating bananas. Usually with forks.
Maybe I should start a new blog about my driving adventures. A blog that I can update a few times, and then abandon, similarly to my blog about reading and baking which failed utterly. It was really quite tragic. It had a cute title, an adorable blog template.... Actually, I might have spent more time searching for the template than I actually did updating the blog. I should probably stop making new blogs. Anyway, though I know a half an hour commute isn't that long, I feel like I could make it very interesting. For instance, today it was raining. It was dark. It was foggy. It was also quite atrocious. Despite all of these things, some people still insisted in driving without their headlights. TURN ON YOUR HEADLIGHTS OR I MAY ACCIDENTALLY TRY TO MERGE INTO YOU IF I CAN'T SEE YOUR VEHICLE. Then a guy from New Jersey tried to pass me on the right, and I was very nearly sucked into a puddle on Rt. 1 and almost lost control. One of my greatest fears in life - losing control of my vehicle and spinning into a very strong, immobile object. Like a pole. Or a tree. Or a building. Or... well, I'm sure you catch the drift.
This afternoon I made scones. Well, 19 of them to be exact. 9 scones were of the chocolate chip variety, and the other 10 were blueberry. Fresh blueberries, I may add. They were on sale at Stop&Shop for 2/$5. But I would have bought fresh blueberries anyway, so much better. I used two different recipes. Mostly for fun. And two get two different types of scones. They were basically the same thing though. Scone recipes really aren't that different from each other. Roughly 2 cups flour, a small amount of sugar, a little bit of baking powder, baking soda, salt, vinegar, buttermilk, perhaps an egg, about a stick of butter. Then most people make it round and slightly flat and then cut it that way. I just take hunks of it and throw it on a baking sheet. It's not as pretty, but it's just as tasty. Baking makes me feel better about things. It's really me, and the food. It's an art. I get out my ingredients, I mix them in the correct order, I watch as it bakes and becomes the finished product, which I then get to eat and enjoy and feel accomplished. Something that I made. Especially when other people eat what I make. I love when people eat my baked goods and tell me they like them. I suppose they could be lying, but I try not to consider that.
I've reached the point where my hair is so long, it weighs so much that I don't even need to brush my hair in the morning. By lunch time, my hair is straight as a pin.
In other assorted new - thanks to health care reform, I get my health insurance back. Over the weekend, I saw a ton of family, donated about 30 of my old books, and made two Strawberry Fudge Pies (a pie with crush, a bottom layer of brownie, a middle layer of cheesecake, and a top layer of fresh strawberries.) This weekend I'm going to a Podiatry Conference in CT to get XRAY certified. My patients are crazy and I have some that will call me 3 or 4 times in rapid succession to switch around one appointment. Or even just to ask clarification on when it is. I try to be patient because I hope that one day, when I'm old and senile, someone has the patience to deal with me. I've read 9 books so far this year, which is vastly ahead of schedule according to Shelfari.
Maybe I should start a new blog about my driving adventures. A blog that I can update a few times, and then abandon, similarly to my blog about reading and baking which failed utterly. It was really quite tragic. It had a cute title, an adorable blog template.... Actually, I might have spent more time searching for the template than I actually did updating the blog. I should probably stop making new blogs. Anyway, though I know a half an hour commute isn't that long, I feel like I could make it very interesting. For instance, today it was raining. It was dark. It was foggy. It was also quite atrocious. Despite all of these things, some people still insisted in driving without their headlights. TURN ON YOUR HEADLIGHTS OR I MAY ACCIDENTALLY TRY TO MERGE INTO YOU IF I CAN'T SEE YOUR VEHICLE. Then a guy from New Jersey tried to pass me on the right, and I was very nearly sucked into a puddle on Rt. 1 and almost lost control. One of my greatest fears in life - losing control of my vehicle and spinning into a very strong, immobile object. Like a pole. Or a tree. Or a building. Or... well, I'm sure you catch the drift.
This afternoon I made scones. Well, 19 of them to be exact. 9 scones were of the chocolate chip variety, and the other 10 were blueberry. Fresh blueberries, I may add. They were on sale at Stop&Shop for 2/$5. But I would have bought fresh blueberries anyway, so much better. I used two different recipes. Mostly for fun. And two get two different types of scones. They were basically the same thing though. Scone recipes really aren't that different from each other. Roughly 2 cups flour, a small amount of sugar, a little bit of baking powder, baking soda, salt, vinegar, buttermilk, perhaps an egg, about a stick of butter. Then most people make it round and slightly flat and then cut it that way. I just take hunks of it and throw it on a baking sheet. It's not as pretty, but it's just as tasty. Baking makes me feel better about things. It's really me, and the food. It's an art. I get out my ingredients, I mix them in the correct order, I watch as it bakes and becomes the finished product, which I then get to eat and enjoy and feel accomplished. Something that I made. Especially when other people eat what I make. I love when people eat my baked goods and tell me they like them. I suppose they could be lying, but I try not to consider that.
I've reached the point where my hair is so long, it weighs so much that I don't even need to brush my hair in the morning. By lunch time, my hair is straight as a pin.
In other assorted new - thanks to health care reform, I get my health insurance back. Over the weekend, I saw a ton of family, donated about 30 of my old books, and made two Strawberry Fudge Pies (a pie with crush, a bottom layer of brownie, a middle layer of cheesecake, and a top layer of fresh strawberries.) This weekend I'm going to a Podiatry Conference in CT to get XRAY certified. My patients are crazy and I have some that will call me 3 or 4 times in rapid succession to switch around one appointment. Or even just to ask clarification on when it is. I try to be patient because I hope that one day, when I'm old and senile, someone has the patience to deal with me. I've read 9 books so far this year, which is vastly ahead of schedule according to Shelfari.