Friday, November 1, 2013

I was hungry last night...

...and I had some chicken that I could cook. The way I've been cooking chicken lately has been uninspired. Don't get me wrong, it was tasty, but it didn't pop. I need my food to pop.

I checked out this recipe from good ol' Martha:

http://www.marthastewart.com/333983/chicken-in-tomatoes

and then I improvised from there. I started off sauteeing garlic in olive oil. After a few minutes, I added onion and a TON of butter. (Paula Deen would be proud.) Then I added some chopped tomatoes and finally, the chicken. I cooked the chicken at a medium temperature so long, I was able to cut it with a fork. I made some rice and I spooned the onion/tomato mixture on top of it. Delicious!

Friday, September 6, 2013

"A girl wants to be swept off her feet..."

I just heard Madonna say that in an interview. I immediately thought to myself, "If a man expects to sweep me off my feet, he better be able to bench 250!"

Friday, July 12, 2013

I know what I want, I know what I need

I know what I want, I know what I need
But I also know I’m never gonna get it.

I want a man who’s intelligent and well-read, but not obnoxious or condescending about it. Instead, he uses his learned wisdom to help others.

I need someone who’s open-minded to other people’s ideas, a man who realizes we need to respect the ideals of our fellow humans, rather than change them.

My dream man wants to see the world just as badly as I do. He possesses the same restless, nomadic spirit that has driven me throughout my life and we go out into the world, conquering it together.

I want a man who isn’t afraid of my extreme independence, but appreciates why I became this way and works with me rather than against me.

Most of all, I want a man who not only makes me laugh but, more importantly, thinks I’m the funniest person he’s ever met. Not the funniest woman, the funniest person. He waits with baited breath for the next thing to come out of my mouth, knowing that it’s outrageous and hilarious.

I know what I want, I know what I need
But I also know I’m never gonna get it.

He doesn’t exist.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Another wacky day in my life

I nearly gave myself cement shoes when I was about to cross Assembly and felt myself sinking into the wet cement (that had nary a warning sign posted.) I jumped back and shot a horrified look to the lone construction worker standing about 25 feet behind me.

I mouthed "I'm sorry" to which he smiled and mouthed back "it's okay." But what he REALLY meant was "get your fat ass out of my concrete; you're making a giant indentation!" I totally saw it in his eyes!