another quote of the day!

“those who believe I’m crazy are those who are afraid of my strength and gloat at my weaknesses.”

— anon.

My son informed me this morning that I should quit eating meat. I informed him no, I shouldn’t, since I’ve gained 20 pounds being a mostly-vegetarian. (The occasional turkey sandwich, fish or chicken sometimes when we dine out.) I just lost 13 pounds, thank God, because I am not happy about this.

His sister last week told me to not eat fish.

“What about trout?” she asked. “Would you eat trout?”

“I would eat the hell out of some trout,” I told her. “Right after I caught it and smacked it on the head with a rock.”

“Yeah! Well, how would you feel if someone hit you in the head with a rock?” she asked.

Some days I’d be fine with that. As long as they knocked me quickly unconscious.

Meat isn’t murder. Cheese and sour cream are murder. Meat keeps me skinny. This recipe, however, is not what I have in mind (thanks anyway, Ms. Zip. I’m sure you’ll be whipping up this one lovingly for your family tonight):

No Foolin’ Sausage Cake
Makes 16 servings

1 pound pork sausage
1-1/2 cups brown sugar
1-1/2 cups granulated sugar
2 eggs, lightly beaten
3 cups sifted all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon ground ginger
1 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice
1 cup cold strong coffee
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 cup raisins
1 cup chopped nuts

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour a 9-inch tube pan. Combine sausage and sugars and beat well. Add eggs and mix well.

Sift together flour, baking powder, ginger and pumpkin pie spice. Stir baking soda into coffee. Add flour and coffee mixtures alternately to sausage mixture stirring well to combine. Let raisins stand 5 minutes in boiling water. Drain well and stir into the batter with nuts.

Spoon into prepared tube pan, spreading evenly. Bake for 1-1/2 hours or until a cake tester inserted into the center of the cake comes out clean. Turn out of the tube pan and cool on a wire rack. Serve warm or at room temperature. Refrigerate any leftover cake.

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.” — Michelangelo

Look who won on Nashville Star…

“Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men.”

— Zora Neale Hurston, “Their Eyes Were Watching God”

Seriously, that was in my folder this morning. Thank you, Marietta!

Yesterday my daughter and I went… (more…)

“I am really looking forward as I get older and older to being less and less nice.” — Annette Bening

And…

Sparkling Sangria Simplified

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Serving Size : 6-8 servings.

1 Cup Arbor Mist Sangria Zinfandel
1 Cup Champagne

Garnish with fruit.

Mix, serve, enjoy.

(From Hungrymonster)

Happy Friday, y’all!!! Have to get ready for the weekend — my husband has some mysteries planned. I am scared. Ha ha ha.

nancy

“You. Lady whose name I don’t know. Get back here. I. Don’t. Care. For frog pellets. Pellets? What are they, dog food? Do I look like a dog in need of kibbles? BLOOD WORMS. Blood worms are what I like. Pour them over my head and I’ll gobble them up. You leaving? You coming back? With the BLOOD WORMS? Aiii.”

(kicks legs, swims away angrily.)

This just in from the wire (aka, my sister sent it to me in an e-mail):

“A Missouri woman says she has found Jesus in a bag of Cheetos. When Kelly Ramey opened a snack-sized bag of Cheetos, she felt something unusual and checked it out.

Most of her family and friends believe it looks like a mini orange sculpture of Jesus on the cross. Ramey and her husband call it ‘Cheesus.’ Others see something completely different.

A local minister does not see anything theologically special about the Cheeto, but thinks some good could come from it.

Ramey doesn’t plan to sell the Cheeto because it’s bringing a lot of joy into her home. She will keep it in a safe deposit box or put it on display so more people can enjoy it.”

And as if that wasn’t enough, my best girlfriend sends this along. Meow!!!!

and that’s about all you’re going to hear from me about work. (fingers crossed.)

wm

Naw, it’s not really raining over here, just figuratively. I have a throwing-up kid, dear little Wacky Boy. Fever? Yes. Fever? No. Throwing up still? Yes. Then no. Then we’re better. Then we’re not.

Gotta blame it on something. And… Wacky Mommy out.

Edited to say:

“Why can’t I go to someone’s house? I’m not throwing up at the moment.”

That is classic 6-year-old logic for you.

Also:

“Shark Week isn’t on? Why do they call it ‘Shark Week’ if it doesn’t start ’til seven tonight? Huh?”

Discovery Channel, don’t mess with us.

Edited at 2 o’clock to say: Argh. He locked me out of the house!!!! I ran across the street to say hey to our old friend, who’s working in the neighborhood this week. Then came back to a locked front door. Outwitted!

me: Little pig, little pig, let me come in! (My friend is across the street, busting up. I’m thinking — aiiiiiiiiiiii…)
Wacky Boy: NO! (finally relents, unlocks lock. and pulls stool over to unlock deadbolt. Nice!)
me: Don’t lock me out again.
Wacky Boy, dismissively: Well. It’s your own fault for not taking your keys. (Next breath…) It is not FAIR that my sister gets to play at a friend’s house and I don’t. I’m not even SICK anymore.
me: (deep breath.)