Soaking & Sprouting
Almonds seem to prefer skinny dipping as the ones soaking on my kitchen counter popped right out of their skin.
Read more...Curious about God and People, Clumsy in the Kitchen
Almonds seem to prefer skinny dipping as the ones soaking on my kitchen counter popped right out of their skin.
Read more...I thought we had nothing for dinner, but we came up this:
Mixed greens topped with cucumber slices, marinated artichokes, green onions, ricotta cheese, sauteed chicken and pesto.
Quick, healthy, delicious!
I am working on a new theory.
It’s an equation for the impossible becoming possible.
Sometimes I think I hear God’s voice in the words parents speak to their children. For instance:
“It’s not important what you want. It’s important you obey me.”
Sometimes I lose faith, not in God but in myself, in all I am trying to do with my life.
Then sweet Sheila says, “You think you are off schedule, but you’re not. You’re not off schedule. You’re right on schedule.”
I can stare at a blank screen for a long time.
And then it is time to go to bed.
These words, spoken by my mother to my father, nearly ignited World War III at my parents' house tonight.
No blood was shed, but the highly guarded "chocolate drawer" was raided.
"She's so protective of her chocolate stash. If you ever need to organize an intervention, look everywhere," my dad said, showing us the three Toblerone bars in the back of the freezer.
"But nobody eats it," my sister said. "It's just going to go bad."
"It's for comfort," my dad explained.
As bizarre as it sounds, this is a concept I understand. I currently have two "emergency" chocolate bars in my desk drawer at work.
Of course, chocolate in my possession never goes to waste.
With so many lights out, the sign reads: R SORE EY.
Umm, you might want to get that checked.
How does change happen?
How does thought become reality?
This is what I think about all day long.
The other day the wind blew so hard it looked like it was raining.
I’ve had a headache ever since.
I went blog exploring tonight and found a treasure:
The Nourishing Gourmet.
You have to admire the optimism of Jane B. Burka and Lenora M. Yuen. They wrote a book for folks more likely than most to put off reading it. If anyone gets around to “Procrastination: Why You Do It, What To Do About It Now,” please let me know how it turns out.
Read more...“If a bleeding, screaming man runs from shore and starts swimming frantically toward your boat, you should probably help him out. He might be escaping from cruel employers.”
~Nancy Drew’s Guide to Life by Jennifer Worick,
quoted from the Mystery of Crocodile Island
I could tell you all that happens at these ceremonious gatherings of women, but it's better that I don't.
Read more...Best Friend: “I was instantly offended when that woman said, ‘You girls look like you know a lot about beer.”
Me: “I was immediately flattered. It means we look young and fun.”
Dad: “How many people do you think voted for John?”
Me: “I don’t know.”
Dad: “How many votes do you think you need to be competitive?”
Me: “I have no idea. But isn’t it fun?”
Thank you for rooting for us!
Thank you for cheering for us!
Thank you for voting for us!
http://www.mercurynews.com/bestofsv
Compassion is not wasted.
It shrinks the distance between us and strangers.
Not all emotions can say the same.
Monica Rodriguez died today. The sadness I feel thinking of her husband and son leaves me speechless. John and I so deeply admire how hard she fought, and we’re praying for her family.
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Add my mom to that list, and send a big thanks to heaven to Grandma Jo and all women who choose motherhood.
"I love the idea of being "off the grid" as long as that means we still get computer and television." ~My Dad
Read more...I believe everyone prays, but not everyone calls it prayer.
Whatever it is you do to beg good from God, I ask that you do it for the Rodriguez family.
Sol and Monica don’t know John and me at all, but we’ve been admiring their faith, courage, strength and love for more than a year now.
We’re praying for a miracle for Monica and ask you do the same.
As I was falling asleep last night I thought:
The goal is for the person you are to be the person you want to be.
If only I was the kind of woman who lost her appetite when stressed, I would be as skinny as spaghetti.
Read more...German man, 82, calls police after mistaking musical greeting card for noisy neighbors
By Associated Press
May 5, 2009
BERLIN (AP) — German police said an elderly man was so annoyed at hearing the same serenade over and over that he called authorities to report his neighbors — only to discover the culprit was a musical greeting card on his own windowsill. Police said Tuesday the 82-year-old from Goslar in central Germany told officers he was sick of the music, which would come at irregular intervals and at all hours.
Upon further investigation, police found the musical greeting card on his windowsill, where occasional breezes opened the card just enough to play an irritating tune.
Police said the retiree was happy to find out his neighbors weren't trying to annoy him.
A monster under the bed can keep you frozen in fear.
But throwing back the covers, the monster disappears.
These words are stitched on a pillow at my cousin's house.
I have to say, they are the wisest words I've read in awhile.
When I was a teenager, I wanted to work at the gas station around the corner from my house. I thought it would be cool.
My parents said no.
This little memory is one of the reasons I never hesitate to believe studies showing teenagers’ brains aren’t fully developed.
The year feels stalled. As if the slowed economy paused time.
It’s the first of May and calendars are still being sold at the bookstore. This isn’t the new year.
We’re at the beginning of the middle now.
Come on, people, 2009 is moving along and we best move along with it.
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