Ticky Tacky
Sometimes, when I’m out on the bike, I sing this song. I don’t have a radio on the bike and it’s illegal to use an iPod so I tend to sing to myself. I don’t know any whole songs so my singing sounds a lot like one of those late night informercials for 80s Love Ballads or Rock Classics from the 70s. Never more than a line or chorus or two and all run together in snippets of crazy, tone deaf… well, craziness. Sometimes I even find myself singing Barney...
Read MoreCabbage Soup
Buy a pound of already cut up beef — like that crap they label “beef for stir fry”. Toss it in a stock pot with some olive oil and salt and pepper and let it brown. Meanwhile, chop up a head of cabbage and saute it in some butter along with an onion and a few stalks of celery chopped up. Toss that stuff, once it is semi soft, into the stock pot with the meat. Peel 5 big potatoes and throw them in, too. Dump in a bag of baby carrots. Fill to cover everything with stock (from a...
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Faded
Every week, by the time Friday night rolls around, I feel worn out and faded and so achy I just want to collapse. I've never been the Friday Night Party Girl type and I've only gotten less so as I get older.
Read MoreNothing to see here…
…cept the pretty picture. Wouldn’t it be fucking awesome to be lounging out there with some drinks and good movies???? Rawr. Anyhow, just testing the new theme. Not entirely sure about it yet. *shrug* I suppose it’s not like I write often enough for it to matter, eh? Hope everyone is healthy, happy, all that jazz. Test test, blah de blah de test test. Testing the dazeybeagleos. Don’t ask. Remember, it’s just a test. Blather blabbo bloo. Wonky wonky...
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