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Henry eats some strange things, I truly don’t know how up to this point his stomach and taste buds have not leaped out of his body and beaten him up.  However now I’m not going to mock my husband, I instead come to the community of LJ asking does anyone else eat the item I’m about to describe.

 

Peanut butter and Jelly Sandwiches …..

 

Okay not so strange except, Henry puts butter on his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. He says that’s why they are called peanut ‘butter’ and jelly sandwiches.  I think it’s the most disgusting thing the world.  But still I wonder is my family the only one who doesn’t do this?  Henry is adamant that it’s not strange that I am the one that lost out in childhood because I was denied the butter.

 

Does anyone else eat this?  Was it also your childhood treat?

 

 

As for cordials, I’ve been thinking of using Captain Morgan’s spiced rum as a base instead of vodka.  Has anyone used it before?  I was going to mix it with black cherries in one batch and peaches in another.

Thoughts?

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What Year Do You Belong In?

To bad they don't go back further then the 40's.


You Belong in 1963

You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.

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Kipling Poem

As I was cleaning out my book collection I ran across a book of Kipling poems and stories and I had to crack the book open for a spell.

Here is one of my favorite poems from him.  It describes children to a "T" and sadly enough adults also.



I Keep Six Honest Serving Men

I keep six honest serving men:
(They taught me all I know)
Their names are What and Where and When
And How and Why and Who.
I send them over land and sea,
I send them east and west;
But after that have worked for me, 
I give them all a rest.

I let them rest from nine till five, 
For I am busy then,
As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
For they are hungry men;
But different folk have different views;
I know a person small -
She keeps ten million serving men;
Who get no rest at all!

She sends 'em abroad on her own affairs,
From the second she opens her eyes - 
One million Hows, two million Wheres,
And seven million Whys!

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Friday the 13th .....

I've always loved Friday the 13th.  Maybe because I am born on the 13th and having my birthday on a Friday allows for a whole weekend of birthday fun.  

What do you think?  Friday the 13th .... Scary?  Or Silly?

Quote of the Day

 The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, or even touched.  They must be felt with the human heart.  ~Helen Keller

I don't know how about make it a group offsite.  I love doing corporate events.  I wish I could do it as a permit job it's an aspect of my job that I enjoy. 

However doing this event has left me irritated.   Maybe because I've been to the Udvar-Hazy center way to many times. 

On a happy note I hope to be going to the Smithsonian Kite Festival this Saturday.  I've love the way kites look as they float upon the breeze.  A traditional Rokkaku Challenge has even been scheduled.  Fun!

Oh my god, my eyes

What is that strange thing in the sky and why does my skin feel so warm?  

Seriously I just got back from lunch and it's so nice out.  Why do I have to be in my office filling out VISA information for a trip to China?  I want to be outside in the sun. It's feeling like spring.  I can barly remember the freak snow storm that happened on Sunday.

Now it only has to be this nice while I'm at Gulf Wars. 

The comment I made on Courtney's journal made me track down one of my favorite poems from when I was little.  I met Shel Silverstein once when I lived in Germany.  All I remember was a really tall man, who was sort of scary looking who told me funny and strange poems. 

Shel Silverstein - Whatif

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!

Saturday

I'm going to Tarara Winery's Gaelic Celebration this weekend with Henry and my folks.  I'm looking forward to it as I enjoyed myself the last time I went two years ago.  Nothing like doing a little wine tasting, listening to music then buying two bottles of wine and drinking them on the front deck of the winery.  

I remember once upon a time when I thought it was the worse thing in the world to be drunk in front of my folks.  Now I know that my dad has quirky sense of humor that rivals my own and mom is a light weight and a hoot to make fun of after two margaritas. Strange how relationships change and evolve.

I miss hanging out with my folks, but I told them I wasn't going to set foot in their house as long as Sarah lived with them.  I sort of regret it now and miss my nieces, but I have to make a stand some how about that woman.  She has stolen so much money from me and the family and lied so much, but because she is married to my brother and really sick they let it slide and in the process force me to let it slide. I'm no longer as close to my folks because of what happened and Henry has a real dislike of my brother and Sarah. No strain there.

 

But hey, happy thoughts.   The weekend is just 6 hours away.  I get to hang out with my folks and the man I love and marrying in a short 5 months, finish up my sewing and leave for a vacation in 8 days.  Fun!

 

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