A Summer Afternoon


I really don’t have much news. My breakfast date was lovely. My ‘friend’ and I had a terrific time.

I was sorely saddened to hear the news about Braja’s accident. I do hope everything turns out okay. I haven’t looked for any updates yet, so forgive me if I’ve missed something new as of yet.

I spent Thursday and Friday afternoon at my mother’s house, playing with my niece and nephew. I’m so looking forward to it being nice out, so that we can do somethings outdoors!

I’ve been chatting online recently with a fella, (I just love using that old-timey word) who is really interesting and is a phenomenal writer. I find myself quite taken with him. He’s pretty fantastic!

That’s all … let’s see if I can find some humor to get everyone’s Sunday off on a lovely if not raunchy note. Okay … maybe slightly raunchy.

~**~**~**~

(I hope I didn’t post this already)

The newlyweds were only married two weeks, when the husband said to the wife, ‘Honey I’m going to Hank’s Tavern to have a beer, I’ll be right back.

‘Where are you going, Coochy Coo?’ asked the Wife.
‘I’m going to the bar, Pretty Face,’ he answered. ‘I’m going to have a beer.’
The wife said, ‘You want a beer, my love?’ She opened the door to the refrigerator and showed him 25 different kinds of beer, brands from 12 different countries: Germany, Holland, Japan, India, etc.
The husband didn’t know what to do, and the only thing that he could think of saying was, ‘Yes, Lollipop … But at the bar … You know … they have frozen glasses … ‘
He didn’t get to finish the sentence, because the wife interrupted him by saying, ‘You want a frozen glass, Puppy Face?’ She took a huge beer mug out of the freezer, so frozen that she was getting chills just holding it.
The husband, looking a bit pale, said, ‘Yes, Tootsie Roll, but at the bar they have those hors d’oeuvres that are really delicious… I won’t be long. I’ll be right back. I promise. OK?’
‘You want hors d’oeuvres, Poochie Pooh?’ She opened the oven and took out 5 dishes of different hors d’oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in blankets, mushroom caps, and little quiches.
‘But my sweet honey … At the bar … You know there’s swearing, dirty words and all that …’
‘You want dirty words, Cutie Pie? … LISTEN UP, YOU CHICKEN SHIT! SIT YOUR SORRY ASS DOWN, SHUT THE HELL UP, DRINK YOUR DAMN BEER IN YOUR FROZEN ASS MUG AND EAT YOUR HORS D’OEUVRES BECAUSE YOU’RE MARRIED NOW AND YOUR SORRY ASS AIN’T GOING TO NO DAMN BAR! THAT SHIT IS OVER, GOT IT, JACKASS?’
And …. they lived happily ever after. Isn’t that a sweet story?

ஜ~§Quote of the Day§~ஜ

As your faith is strengthened you will find that there is no longer the need to have a sense of control, that things will flow as they will, and that you will flow with them, to your great delight and benefit.
Emmanuel Teney

ஜ~§The Question Of The Day§~ஜ

What habit of your own annoys other people? Have you ever tried to change it?

Whenever someone mentions a phrase, that happens to be near or exact to the lyrics of a song, I’ll usually burst out singing that song. It can get tiresome

ஜ~§The Word Of The Day§~ஜ

Lepidopterology

PRONUNCIATION:
(lep-i-dop-tuh-ROL-uh-jee)

MEANING:
noun: The study of butterflies and moths.

ETYMOLOGY:
From Greek lepido- (scale) + pteron (wing, feather), ultimately from the Indo-European root pet- (to rush or fly) that also gave us feather, petition, compete, and perpetual.

USAGE:
“Mr. Sokolenko’s exhibition comes at a time when Nabokov’s reputation is on an upswing in the rarefied world of lepidopterology. During his lifetime some lepidopterists, perhaps jealous of his literary fame, carped about his lack of formal training.”

ஜ~§What I’m Reading§~ஜ

I finished up Promises in Death, and now I’m starting on ‘White Witch, Black Curse’ by Rachel Morgon. Here’s the jacket gist:

Some wounds take time to heal … and some scars never fade.
Rachel Morgan, kick-ass witch and bounty hunter, has taken her fair share of hits, and has broken lines she swore she would never cross. But when her lover was murdered, it left a deeper wound than Rachel ever imagined, and now she won’t rest until his death is solved … and avenged. Whatever the cost.
Yet the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and when a new predator moves to the apex of the Inderlander food chain, Rachel’s past comes back to haunt her.
Literally.

Sounds pretty good, can’t wait to get crackin’ on it!

In addition to that, the fella that I spoke of earlier. I’m reading a bunch of his writings as well. (and nearly foaming at the mouth at how excellent they are)

ஜ~§What I’m Watching§~ஜ

Tonight is: Legend of the Seeker and The Graham Norton Show. I actually watched Legend of the Seeker which is based on the Sword of Truth books by Terry Goodkind. Excellent series. I got to watch it because well hell’s bells … I was up and getting ready for work.

Sunday night is: Family Guy and American Dad. Woot!

ஜ~§Poem Of The Day§~ஜ

A Summer Afternoon

A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze,
With labored respiration, moves the wheat
From distant reaches, till the golden seas
Break in crisp whispers at my feet.

My book, neglected of an idle mind,
Hides for a moment from the eyes of men;
Or lightly opened by a critic wind,
Affrightedly reviews itself again.

Off through the haze that dances in the shine
The warm sun showers in the open glade,
The forest lies, a silhouette design
Dimmed through and through with shade.

A dreamy day; and tranquilly I lie
At anchor from all storms of mental strain;
With absent vision, gazing at the sky,
“Like one that hears it rain.”

The Katydid, so boisterous last night,
Clinging, inverted, in uneasy poise,
Beneath a wheat-blade, has forgotten quite
If “Katy DID or DIDN’T” make a noise.

The twitter, sometimes, of a wayward bird
That checks the song abruptly at the sound,
And mildly, chiding echoes that have stirred,
Sink into silence, all the more profound.

And drowsily I hear the plaintive strain
Of some poor dove . . . Why, I can scarcely keep
My heavy eyelids–there it is again–
“Coo-coo!”–I mustn’t–“Coo-coo!”–fall asleep!

James Whitcomb Riley

ஜ~§Recipe of the Day§~ஜ

Baked Cod Casserole

Ingredients:
2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, divided
2 medium onions, very thinly sliced
1 cup dry white wine
4 (5 ounce) Pacific cod fillets
2 teaspoons chopped fresh thyme
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
1 1/2 cups finely chopped whole-wheat country bread
1/2 teaspoon paprika
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1 cup finely shredded Gruyere or Swiss cheese

Preparation:
Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.

Heat 1 tablespoon oil in a large ovenproof skillet over medium-high heat. Add onions and cook, stirring often, until just starting to soften, 5 to 7 minutes. Add wine, increase heat to high and cook, stirring often, until the wine is slightly reduced, 2 to 4 minutes.

Place cod on the onions and sprinkle with thyme, salt and pepper. Cover the pan tightly with foil; transfer to the oven and bake for 12 minutes.

Toss the bread with the remaining 1 tablespoon oil, paprika and garlic powder in a small bowl. Spread the bread mixture over the fish and top with cheese. Bake, uncovered, until the fish is opaque in the center, about 10 minutes more.

The combination of wine, Gruyere cheese and toasty bread in this fish casserole evokes the flavors of fondue…a perfect winter food. Choose Pacific cod, it’s an ocean-friendly choice. Make It a Meal: Serve with steamed broccoli and a glass of Sauvignon Blanc.

Yield: 4 servings

Brightest Blessings,
~Surry~

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3 Responses to A Summer Afternoon

  1. Barry says:

    Good luck with your fella. Good writers are notoriously romantic.And if it gets to that point, make sure the fridge is well stocked with beer, the freezer is full of frosted glasses, the hors d’oeuvres are heating in the oven and your supply of dirty words is filled to the brim. 🙂

  2. ♥ Kathy says:

    I like that word Fella too 😀 and I probably have A LOT of habits that annoy people lol

  3. Sarah's Blogtastic Adventures says:

    Oh I love that begining stage even if its just through emails or IMs or however online. So fun! : ) I love your recipe of the day it always makes me soo hungry!!!

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