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The Breakfast of Champions

Have you eaten Wheaties?  I don't think I've had them before or probably will ever have them unless I'm at a buffet where there are those little boxes of breakfast cereals and you don't feel bad about not finishing everything on your tray even though you should because of all the starving people in the world.  My favorite workday breakfast is a caramel macchiato with an cranberry orange scone (hence the need for all the black clothes.)  My usual mid-week breakfast involves yogurt.  When I have the yogurt with cereal I'm really set for a long morning and even afternoon before I'm starving again.  Today I only had the saddest of sad bananas. 

If you know me, you know I like all my fruit very ripe and my bananas need to be just, just barely beyond green for me to fully enjoy them.  Today that was not the case.  This was my desk today:

Funereal Dress

I own a lot of black clothes.  I'm a large woman and we all know that black is slimming.  As I was saying bye today, Pkin said that I looked like I was headed to a funeral. 

Who/what am I mourning for?  This is saved on a site I look at frequently:

Easter Fun

I didn't take one picture during the actual Easter dinner, which is sad, but I do have one of the pre-work.  I only wish there were margaritas (the blender sits on the counter, we used to use it more).  The grocery bag in the background is pretty self explanatory.  You can see there was garlic, I just like to cut it up.  We had colored eggs, did you see the South Park about the Easter Bunny?  Hilarious, you must see it!

The cream cheese was for a special request.  I had planned a Jell-O dessert I saw in a magazine but my Dad placed a cheesecake order.  So I took the new recipe, made a pineapple, pudding and cool whip filling into a topping for a New Year style cheesecake.  Both it and I got rave reviews!

The Blossoms

These are just nice to look at.  And the topic for the week is Spring.  Is this doesn't look like Spring, nothing will!  I'm not too big about sharing personal pics - showing the kitties or Rosey are not the same as showing me or Pkin on Facebook.  Just think about the alleged (I think I have to write that) whore (I added that for drama) in NY!  Those are not very Springy-thoughts.  Just look at the pretty pictures.  La, la, la!

What do you think about having fruit trees in a very public front yard?

Dental Practice and Spring Flowers

If you haven't guessed already, I've always been a bit perverse.  I am one of the few who enjoys going to the dentist.  There is some anxiety, hoping that I won't have a cavity, but all in all I love the feeling of freshly cleaned and polished teeth. 

My dentist is close to work, I can sneak over for a check up very easily.  She hasn't always been my dentist.  When my old dentist retired I finally consented to visit the dentist Pkin had been raging about for years.  Then when I moved to my current work location, the appeal was even more.  She's a good dentist, have great hygienists and a kind of wacky receptionist (Pkin and I wonder about that one frequently, she just doesn't fit the rest of the staff.) 

Since my dentist is so close and I have fairly good looking teeth, people at work often ask for a referral.  And I've been giving them.  Apparently, my co-workers have large dental needs and our dentist is very happy to have these new clients.  She sent this:

Fresh flowers are springy, aren't they?!?

Springing

This week's entries will focus on Spring.  Spring begins at 5:48 UTC on March 20.  I will find out when 5:48 UTC is in Pacific Daylight Savings Time. 

While I consider that I can tell you that it has already started at my house.  The peach blossoms are bright and full, there are roses peeking through the thick leafy stems and there are irises, both blue and white.  The kitties are fixed but if they weren't they'd be blossoming out all over because, after all, IT IS SPRING!  As it is Buster jumped the wall yesterday.

We have a five foot wall surrounding the backyard; it's cinder block with a red flat brick top for accent.  Pkin believes in open doors (my Father would say that he was born in a barn).  The kitties and Rosey believe in going into any unlocked space and trying harder to get into the locked off areas.  Bob was cool, sitting under the patio table amid leafy plants.  Rosey was minding her own business, enjoying the sun.  Buster was on the prowl.  I happened to be walking to the garbage cans when I should have been about 40 feet closer to the front of the house where Pkin has instructed me to be (it's a longer story than this one.)  Thank Goodness I was walking to the back and saw Buster leap from the cinder block wall onto a garbage can top and streak into the open garage.  He didn't come when I called.  He was trying to be invisible against some cases of soda.  I had to pick him up and deposit him inside, behind locked doors.  Bob got a little freaked 'cause I was a little freaked.  Rosey just wanted to see what was going one. 

It's begun, the constant battle to keep the kitties inside safe and sounds against their desire to roam free like big kitties.  I heard once that the average life expectancy for an outside kitty was 2 years.  I suspect that their Mom didn't make that.  Spikey was nearly 20 and still trying to sneak outside.  Spikey was the kitty before the current heifers.   

The Little Heifers

Don't you just love the little heifers!  There's Bob on the right and that's Buster at his side.  When Bob isn't cuddling up to Buster, he's getting loving from the dog.  It's actually more of an S&M thing; it's almost too much to look at sometimes.  Bob's got this real masochistic streak.  You don't see it in this picture, or this one either.

Casual Reading

I found this on Beancounters, yet another way to expose myself.  Here are the rules of this meme:

1. Pick up the nearest book of at least 123 pages.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences, sentences 5-7.
5. Tag five people and post a comment here once you post it to your blog, so I can come see.

The position of women in the family and in society had altered radically during the second decade of the twentieth century: it was a change that had an effect on all areas of a women's lives (actually shows this), but not all women agreed on the value of the process that went with liberation.  The passing of laws on equal opportunities was an improvement for everyone, but many married women thought that the role of the self-supporting woman was being idealized to the detriment of the roles of housewife and mother, both of which they saw as a woman's most noble duty.  The most common attitude -- not, however, shared by all young women -- was that young girls should work only until they got married.

The book is The Feminine Ideal by Marianne Thesander; it was purchased as a souvenir/airplane read at the Museo Reina Sofia in Madrid.  And I never finished it but am now obliged to do so.

Nature in LA

Target actually transcends location.  HQ is in MN but you can find them all over the place.  There is one in my little burg, and you can find just about everything you need and anything you might want.  Target was a Red store and I have cut back my shopping there but sometimes you can't resist. 

After dodging crows in the parking lot I went inside and found:  a two mascara set for the price of one; a cat brush that pushes out the fur without touching it; and a 15 buck evening bag for a black tie event.  Only at Target!

Here's another crow pic, following by Mecca: