I did a little IP checking – you were number 16,000. If I can figure out an appropriate prize, I’ll send it your way. Anyhow, enough with the family history. We are who we are, and we each deal with it our own separate ways. I really don’t write in this journal for an opportunity…
The chicken cacciatore recipe turned out to be wonderful. There haven’t been many low sodium recipes I have found worth getting excited about, but that one is a keeper. Unhappily, that was about the best thing I can say about dinner last night. Things started off fine. Sisters arrived in bubbly moods and we sat…
Carnivores: Animals that prey on other animals for a living. The first thing most people think of when they hear the word “carnivore” is one of the big cats, such as a lion or tiger. Bears also come to mind. Those with a more aquatic disposition may think of orca whales, while others may be…
That’s the bad thing about the holidays. They have this annoying tendency to end before you’ve given them permission to. And so yesterday I found myself back behind my desk, wondering what happened to my lovely day off. It doesn’t help that I have to work tomorrow. Christmas is over, the weekend is truncated, and…
I’m a Philly girl, Ali! I know what a hoagie is. I’m still curious what a hoogie is though!
I left the door to the bedroom open Christmas Eve. I did it for a stupid reason, but I couldn’t help myself. It has to do with some of my earliest Christmas memories. For years, when I was a child, my mother used to read the same story to my younger sister and me every…
The Socialist is now tucked safely away in California. He called late yesterday afternoon, about three hours after he arrived at his grandparents. He did get a room last night, so he was at least well rested. He planned to meet up with a friend of his last night and go see Two Towers again….
OK. Go ahead and laugh if you want. But Christmas is making me feel good this year. And it’s been a long, long time since I enjoyed Christmas. I admit it. I’ve been an official grinch since my high school days. Perhaps even earlier. I’m not sure why, although I do know some of the…
One last thing for the Elder Sister. That’s all I needed. One last thing, to balance the packages between Elder and Younger. I had to run out for kitty litter and a prescription refill anyhow, so I figured I’d bite the bullet, brave the crowds, and, as Nike advises, just do it. Well, I just…
You can “nest” marquee commands, Froggy. Pretty cool, eh? This is what happens when they make me work Saturdays. MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE O’BEAST