Saturday, October 28, 2006

Recipes

Hey now we're gonna do a recipe! Yea!

Well as the members that sit nightly at our table has diminished coming up with interesting ways to put chicken on the table that is interestin, economical and tasty is a challenge.
Here's one that I've come up with. I'm assuming you can find Frozen Chicken Breast at Wally World or somewhere. This is the economical part cause you only take out a piece per person eating. Buy a bag of resealable shredded Mozzarella cheese and a jar of your favorite Spaghetti sauce. You'll also need some Garlic. Powdered or fresh your choice and if you like em get some ripe (Black) sliced Olives and some fresh mushrooms.
Defrost the chicken. Lay it on the cutting board and slice it like you were filleting it. Stop before cutting all the way through. Flip the top back and put the chopped garlic or powder on. Place some olives and mushrooms on or not and spoon on a liberal amount of the sauce. Sprinkle on the cheese. Fold the top back over and you've kinda got a stuffed chicken breast. Put it/them in a baking dish and apply more Olives, Mushrooms. Spoon on more sauce, enough to cover and puddle around. More cheese. Bake at 425 for 35 - 40 min. I put it on whatever pasta I pulled out of the the cabinet serve with some Salad and Garlic Toast. Dinner is on the table in 45 min.
If you change the ingredients to salsa and Monterey/ Jack and put it on spanish rice you've gone Mexican.

Zipidee DoDah

Friday, October 27, 2006

MoStuff

Headin into a weekend. We'll be visited by our older two. Friday to Sunday for the college guy, Sunday to Monday for the working man. Their paths may cross, may not. No longer controling those scenarios. Less to worry about.
Last time that gravity, coordination, and a failure to complete an action conspired to render my body prone to the ground while my mind was at least two more steps down the path I'd chosen to take I wound up with seriously craked ribs.
I, like unclewesty, was taken by suprise by this sudden redirection of my corporal form and being suddenly distracted my reaction to stave off the eminent colision of my face with the ground was a failure because gravity is now a faster force in nature than my physical speed. This resulted in the hand that was raised to my cranial defence only making it as high as my chest and had not splayed it's appendages to form a flat cussioning pad but remained a hard balled up rock that the full force of my mass times gravity times unmoveable terra firma ='d cracked ribs.
After this incidence I could look back as if in slow motion (although the event was only a fraction of a second in length) and see where had my poor slow synapses and even slower physical response merely shut down all together the automatic reflex to turn my face and upper body could have kicked in resulting in a bruised sholder and knot on the noggin that would have been a mere memory in a couple of days instead of the several weeks of constant reminding of my failing abilities the ribs remained.
My advice (why should unc be the only sage?) is to do all your falling while still young and bounceable. I once, when younger, fell 25 feet on my back landing on a stack of cinder blocks got up and finished the days work. If I fell out of bed now days it would be a 911 call.
Used to have 20 20 hindsight too but now that the hind is bigger than 20 20 I try not to sight it at all!

Zipidee DoDah

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Reassess

I hate it when I start questioning the things that I've always held to be at the core of my understanding. Fer instance. I believe that we each exist in our own seperate reality. Example. Try descibing the color blue to someone. You may eventualy, after several different attempts and adjectives, feel that you've conveyed to them the color blue. Don't bet on it. By the time they've described their interpretation of your description you'll know you've failed. Same with taste, emotion, etc, etc.
But enough about you. Get yer own blog. I've recently had to scale back on how in charge of my reality I actually am or feel I am. If my reality is mine, and mine is a posessive statement, then I should be able to alter it as I see fit but that doesn't seem to be the case. If I were in charge wouldn't my end be better? Wouldn't I know smarter, neater nicer people? Not that the people I know lack those qualities but like one drink is good a buncha drinks is more good. So wouldn't I upgrade all of my situations.
Kinda like the computer you 'Buy'. It's yours right? So you can do anything with it or to it that you want. Right? Wrong. You ever get that 'Access Denied' thing? Well that means you -- the owner -- can't do that. True if you had more computer abilities you could get around that but why should you have to. Remember in 98 it always asked "Are you Sure you wanna do this?" and you knew you didn't. Well at least it was politely saying the same thing.
So Scaling back might mean I have to change the possesive 'Mine' part and settle for the adaptable reality that I'm forced, by that reality, to inhabit.
Zipidee DoDah

Free Press

So we got a free press. Watsat mean? Suposed to mean that the press is free to tell the emperor he has no clothes and the emperor can't stop em. Then what's the hold up? Why's the press telling us This guy is such and such and that guy's not quite but don't worry when you vote you'll get what you asked for. NOT. Why don't they tell us, over & over if needed, that they're all (Elephants and Asses) owned by big business? Instead they report on what color your state is and what color the country will be. Divide us so we can't be strong. They are right in one respect the only real difference between the two parties is the color. Can you imagine what would have been said had you called Kansas a red state after the Eisehower election? Could it be that our free press is also owned by big business? Duh? Thinking that the net and it's free exchange of ideas might save us? I think if it ever gets that close the net will fold. Oh yea! the wire that comes to my house alowing my access is owned by? Yep.
On a nuther rant --- If all the money spent on breast enlargement, product research, Dr & staff training, Hospital use, Advertisement, etc....., Was spent trying to find a cure for breast cancer would we be closer? If all the money spent on Viagra and the others was spent finding ED's cause might ther be a cure? Pretty soon we'll have nursing homes full of big tits and boners and no one will be able to remember what they're for.

Zipidee DoDah

Monday, October 16, 2006

Slow to take

Well It's gonna be awhile before I can post anything of merit. I seem to lose the thought (hell the process is almost gone) while trying to access this place where I can record that flash of insight.
I haven't the slightest idea how public this blog site is. Is it something that needs self promoting or does that (promotion) just happen? Am I truely anonimous? Can someone else discover my identity by 'E'dresses or a trail through Blogger.com? Not that my identity is really an issue here. My opinions, interest and attitudes may not be in the mainstream but they are sometimes better stated in a 'void of recognition'. WOW a'void of recognition'! the sh_t you'll come up with to avoid misspelling a better word.

Zipidee DoDah