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Missing Element

This blog is missing links and more importantly pictures are not here.  I need to carry my camera with me at all times and then find that darned cable that is so important for downloading.  Do you want to see animal pics or bad driver photos?  I'm not putting pics of me, maybe of my toes.  I wrote about my feet and toes a few years ago and got some interesting hits.  It does take all kinds.

My goal for next week:  Pics, Pics, and more Pics!  Don't worry, my feet are less admired than before and they will not be shown.

You Know the New Year is Over When ...

Well, duh!  It's the end of February.  If this wasn't Leap Year, we'd already be totally immersed in St. Patrick's Day.  The New Year is the OLD year now and all resolutions are a thing of the past. 

My aspirations for healthy eating and, therefore, healthy living are long, long gone.  Yesterday's dinner was re-heated instant mashed potatoes (now isn't that sad?) and a cheese sandwich.  The cheese sandwich was actually kind of nice with fresh Jarlsberg, crisp red leaf lettuce and whole wheat bread.  Pkin had white rice and scary chili which he loves.  Scary chili is canned chili, with or without beans, that looks scary to me.  I don't eat scary chili though in the past I have when it topped hot dogs.  My Gramma went through her chili dog phase (it's kind of a long story.)  Pkin bought this chili, honestly I can't remember the brand, with "fingers" of meat-like stuff.  That was really scary.  The chili he has now is less scary and limb-like but still gives me the heeby-jeebies.

As I write about chili, scary and otherwise, and re-heated instant mashed potatoes, I'm really feeling bad about my situation.  No wonder Pkin and I are always tired as Poo!  That's all we are eating.  How can we have a fantastic 2008 when we're putting cr#$$y stuff in our tummies? 

The new year may be just the year now but we can still make it a great one.  But we will start slow, like with Subway low-fat subs, or something like that.  I really don't have a grocery store trip in me today 'cause of the tiredness, you know?  It will take a while for the cr#p to work its way through and energy to build.  It's one day at a time!

Neighborhood Parking Rules

Do you own the street parking spaces in front of or adjacent to your property? 

Our across the street neighbor took advantage of curb length in front of our house to house his old car now that he has a new car.  It was mainly annoying until I came home on Saturday to a rainy afternoon and the need to not park in my driveway so I parked in front of his house.  The next day his car moved to the front of his house.  I also noticed that his next door neighbors parked both of their vehicles in front of their own house; thereby blocking access to "free" curbside.

In my car-full area, we feel very protective about our space.  In the greater LA area, there have been gun fights over free parking. 

It's a New Day

There are lots of things that aren't going well and lots of things that are but today I'm not coming up with the "good" things very easily.  I want to keep up a happy face; it's getting to be more and more of a "necessity" of life these days.  Lord, give me strength!

Person Unclear on the Concept

I've been eating better.  Well, it's more like I've been eating less bad.  I've had a brownie on my desk since yesterday morning.  It's a home-made one, I made it myself with the help of Betty Cooker.  It counts, my eggs, oil and water went into her mix.  I also had an apple on the same desk.  The apple had been there since this morning. 

Picture this:  It's after lunch, the three-ish snack time has rolled around.  I really want the brownie, soft moist and chocolaty but my Good Angel knows that the apple is better for me.  This is how I resolved my dilemma.

I quickly ate the apple.  Thinking, hoping, that my feelings of hunger would be satisfied.  It was good, juicy crisp and sweet but it wasn't a brownie.  The problem is I wasn't eating to satisfy hunger.  The brownie satisfies the craving.  And the craving is what it's all about.  So perhaps I'm very clear on the concept of food and cravings but very unclear on eating to satisfy hunger.  What's that all about?

[insert picture of brownie]

Olive Garden

The Olive Garden restaurant provides nutritional information for only the healthier choices on their menu which makes me wonder about the calorie and fat values of their "regular" menu items.  To start with, it's flour, water, butter and cream.  Of course, the calories and fat grams will be gigantic, as is the taste.  If McDonald's has to list all of their foods why isn't Olive Garden held to the same standards?  You can find all the values for every item at Subway online, but all you can find out for the Olive Garden is the facts on their light dressing. 

I'm sure there is a rule about nutritional information and how it doesn't apply to certain restaurants.  But it will makes me wonder.  Last week, I eat their.  I ate dinner, and took the leftovers and form the base of both my breakfast and lunch the following day and I still wonder how many grams of fat I ate.  I guessed alot and added the points to me tally.  It was scary and I'm sure it as a low estimate, they always are.

Foreclosures Affect More Than You

Comics really have the pulse of the nation.  I love the "funnies" (that's what we call them in my house.)  Give me the funny pages and I'm good to go for the day.  This week's Over the Hedge has been highlighting the key issues facing the US housing market.  It's so true it's scary!

Long Kiss Good-Bye

I dropped Pkin and his friend at the white courtesy zone at our local airport.  It was early morning, the business "man's" flight time.  The friend drove, it was his car (as a bonus I drove the luxury car to work to park in the lot for hours.)  OK, I'm sitting shotgun and Pkin's in the back.  I get out, kiss Pkin 'cause I love him of course.  As I am walking around the car, I think, What an intersesting sight we'd be if I also gave the friend the long kiss good-bye? 

No, I'm a chicken and didn't want to scare anyone, nothing happened.  But I'm still wondering about our own little Cabaret in the staid community we live in!

Cotton Pads

I'm a girly-girl which means I use cotton balls, pads and tips like they are going out of style.  They are so functional and I like my stuff, including my ears, just so.  Costco is selling a carton's worth for fifty bucks.  Do I Do you Does anybody really need that many?

Random Wikipedia; Women Rule

In the Township of Hammer in Minnesota women earn more than men.  It's amazing, that almost never happens.  I found this out after looking at Wikipedia, and selecting "Random Article."  It's cool, you should try it.