Well it is that wonderful time of year again when everything goes completely nuts. The time has changed, so if I sleep in and don't get up till noon, I've only got maybe four hours of sunlight. Which is a total downer. But I only sleep in if I stay up really late, or if I can't sleep at all. But it always seems like it is night and it really throws off my morning persona. It is light too early, too early for stores to open for me to run errands. I hate sitting in a parking lot waiting for a store to open, makes me feel like a vulture waiting for something to finally die before I pick its bones.
I finally sort of have my car back from the shop. Mine is out and NM's goes in, and I still and without. Though, happy thought, I can drive my car when he is sleeping, unlike his car which is a stick, and there is no way in hell I'd ever get that down packed. My hand eye coordination sucks,
Oh, the heck! I just had a pot of gizzards and hearts boil over on the stove. The lid I have on the pot does not go with it, and there was this whole weird bubble boil over effect. The burned smell of garlic, parsley, and chicken on the burner is not a pleasant smell permeating in the house. First you boil the bits to soften them, then you cook them again with what ever seasoning or sauce you want. I have seen you're to dice them up, but that isn't me, I'm no dicer. I will not be eating the hearts thank you, those are for NM. Gizzards, hearts, and french fries for dinner. It is called, This is what is left in the freezer so lets use it up for dinner, meal.
I know I haven't been on here to write in a bit, I've been ill with the sniffles. Sinus pressure, and the weather going up and down. It was warm the other day, then it snowed last night, and now it is raining right now. On top of that my sugar has been weird, I had a too high of sugar attack the other day. Dizzy, nauseated, warm like right before you vomit feeling. It was cause I hadn't eaten breakfast. It is my bodies way of saying, "Feed me stupid!"
Well, this is my post for the day, I know it isn't much, but I need something to write about, no one wants to sit and read Jack Diddley of my ramblings if there is no substance.
Anne
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