I was unable to post comments on some people’s blogs for some reason … so I’m posting them here.
Marinka, your ‘Mama’s Cellphone’ blog was a laugh riot. I think most daughters can relate to that post. My mother isn’t exactly like that … but close enough to have me roaring out some belly laughs. Thanks a mil!
VodkaMom, I’m not quite sure what to think of the ‘Do You Smell Smoke’ post. Did you actually have a fire? If so … that’s TERRIBLE!!! If not … funny little story … he he he.
Curiousier and Curiousier, I do love the chores that I can do sitting in front of the television enjoying my programs. I iron, sort, and fold laundered clothes in this supine position. I do love it.
Okay … moving along … c’mon … keep up … we have to get through Oompa Loompa land already people.
My schedule is massively fooked up!!! I love it!!! Unions RAWK!!! I’m tired and I want to fall asleep at my desk right now.
I was reading through posts, and I thought of something to blog about. Then … it promptly left me. Mayhaps I’ll think of something tomorrow. So … with all that blathering done, and the trek through Oompa Loompa land completed. (it was fast, I know ya missed it) On with the Nightly Horror Picture show.
ஜ~§Quote of the Day§~ஜ
And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely human.
ஜ~§The Question Of The Day§~ஜ
Have you ever met a celebrity in real life? Who was it and how did your paths cross?
I crossed paths with George Clooney once in a NY bar. I asked him how his pot-bellied pig was faring.
ஜ~§The Word Of The Day§~ஜ
From Latin infundibulum (funnel), from infundere (to pour in), from fundere (to pour). Ultimately from the Indo-European root gheu (to pour) that is also the source of funnel, font, fuse, diffuse, gust, gush, and geyser.
“[Yossarian] might have remained in the hospital until doomsday had it not been for that patriotic Texan with his infundibuliform jowls and his lumply rumpleheaded, indestructible smile.”
ஜ~§What I’m Reading§~ஜ
I’m finishing up Promises in Death tonight.
ஜ~§What I’m Watching§~ஜ
Tonight is: The Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother, Two and a Half Men, Rules of Engagement, Heroes, and Castle (yummy Nathan Fillion).
ஜ~§Poem Of The Day§~ஜ
For whom the Bell Tolls
PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he
knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so
much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my
state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that. The
church is Catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she
does belongs to all. When she baptizes a child, that action
concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that body which
is my head too, and ingrafted into that body whereof I am a member.
And when she buries a man, that action concerns me: all mankind is
of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is
not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language;
and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several
translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness,
some by war, some by justice; but God’s hand is in every
translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves
again for that library where every book shall lie open to one
another. As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon calls not
upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come, so this
bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the
door by this sickness. There was a contention as far as a suit (in
which both piety and dignity, religion and estimation, were
mingled), which of the religious orders should ring to prayers
first in the morning; and it was determined, that they should ring
first that rose earliest. If we understand aright the dignity of
this bell that tolls for our evening prayer, we would be glad to
make it ours by rising early, in that application, that it might be
ours as well as his, whose indeed it is. The bell doth toll for him
that thinks it doth; and though it intermit again, yet from that
minute that this occasion wrought upon him, he is united to God.
Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises? but who takes
off his eye from a comet when that breaks out? Who bends not his
ear to any bell which upon any occasion rings? but who can remove
it from that bell which is passing a piece of himself out of this
world? No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece
of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by
the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s
death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and
therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for
thee. Neither can we call this a begging of misery, or a borrowing
of misery, as though we were not miserable enough of ourselves, but
must fetch in more from the next house, in taking upon us the
misery of our neighbours. Truly it were an excusable covetousness
if we did, for affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath
enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and
ripened by it, and made fit for God by that affliction. If a man
carry treasure in bullion, or in a wedge of gold, and have none
coined into current money, his treasure will not defray him as he
travels. Tribulation is treasure in the nature of it, but it is not
current money in the use of it, except we get nearer and nearer our
home, heaven, by it. Another man may be sick too, and sick to
death, and this affliction may lie in his bowels, as gold in a
mine, and be of no use to him; but this bell, that tells me of his
affliction, digs out and applies that gold to me: if by this
consideration of another’s danger I take mine own into
contemplation, and so secure myself, by making my recourse to my
God, who is our only security.
ஜ~§Recipe of the Day§~ஜ
2 large avocados, cut and peeled
3 Tbsp freshly squeezed lime juice (can substitute lemon)
3-4 Tbsp light olive oil (light refers to flavor and color, not calories)
1 Tbsp minced shallots or green onion
1 Tbsp minced parsley
1 teaspoon Dijon mustard or to taste
Salt and pepper to taste
1 to 1 1/2 pounds of salmon fillets
Grapeseed or canola oil
1 Put avocado pieces and lime juice into a food processor or blender and pulse until blended. Slowly add olive oil, pulsing, until you reach desired consistency of sauce. Add minced shallots (or green onions) and parsley, pulse just until combined. Remove to a bowl, add mustard, salt and pepper to taste.
2 Coat the bottom of a sauté pan with oil, heat on medium high until almost smoking. Season both sides of the salmon fillets with salt and pepper, carefully lay the salmon into the pan, skin side down. Cook the salmon until about medium doneness, about 3-4 minutes per side.
Serve salmon with avocado remoulade sauce.