Showing posts with label laments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label laments. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

I need a personal chef...

...and a full-time maid. OR, I need to budget my time more wisely. I think you all can figure out which one is closer to the truth, at least since I don't quite qualify to be interviewed by Robin Leach. I have been meaning to become a better housekeeper, but I haven't managed to get off my duff to do it yet, now that I actually have some shreds of free time. I also need to prep dinner sometime other than just before I cook it, or every night I cook I will end up eating near 9PM, even if I get my dear husband to put the little one to bed. Sigh.

Thank you to those who have already jumped into the fray of this week's Poetry Challenge. Please read and enjoy each other's work; that is part of the reason I am issuing these challenges. Those who remain lurkers, please come out and play! This is a non-critical environment in which to experiment.

Haiku News

Hundred-dollar home?
Nice, but still not sure I'd want
to live in Detroit.

Jerkwad of the day:
man faked that he's his dead mom,
got $100k.

separating from their wives;
anyone surprised?

Friday, December 19, 2008

On running out of tupperware...

So, I have officially become a baking maniac. I believe I now have five different kinds of cookies in the house, and I have completely run out of receptacles into which to put any more cookies. So either I need to get some more containers or I need to stop baking. At least I know I can bring a lot of these cookies to Christmas at my brother's house, but I really wanted to try 3 more recipes I read in my last issue of Cooking Light. I know, can a cookie listed in a "healthy" magazine really be good? In a word, YES. I have made anise tea crescents, Lebkuchen (a kind of German gingerbread), peppermint cheesecake brownies, and peanut butter-chocolate chip cookies from said magazine, and not only are they delicious, they are relatively low in fat and calories. So I don't feel quite as bad eating too many of them. :)

That said, I need to spend more time with my wonderful husband. So I'd better stop writing and pay him some attention. Adieu.