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Cooking, backpack, the unexpected, and dwarf-love
I don't often write about my own cooking. I've tended to joke about my eating habits, but the truth is that I eat quite healthfully, and even with some variety. Tonight I made something absolutely scrumptious after a Trader Joe's trip. I'd had a stir fry in mind, and I put in some frozen breaded chicken pieces (that had an orange ginger sauce in the bag, but I'll save the sauce), tofu, zucchini, and once I thought the chicken was mostly cooked, I put in about half of a small jar of a Trader Joe's Thai green curry simmering sauce. OMG! So, so yummy!! And easy to make.
I bought a crappy backpack for $5 at a drug store when I first was with Jen in Eugene. Well, it's falling apart. After much research, I turned to eBay and have ended up with a lovely, supposedly previously used plaid Jansport backpack for $5.99 and some shipping. The people selling it live in West Linn, OR, about 15 miles to the south of me, and when I asked, they agreed to knock a couple of bucks off the shipping. So now I have a backpack that's cloth with a sturdy bottom and I don't think the zipper pulls will be coming off anytime soon. Yay!
On the bus ride home, I happened to sit next to a young woman typing away on her little computer pad thingie (looked like it should have been a reading thing like a Kindle, but she was typing on it). I couldn't resist looking at what she was writing and was stunned to see the title: "How to Date A Millionaire." She was writing different numbered things to do, presumably. I had to really shake my head at that. Wonder who she thinks her future market might be…
And I seem to somehow have injured or pulled a muscle going up the right front of my foot to my shin, definitely hurting worse when I lift my fourth and pinkie toes than my big toe. I cannot for the life of me figure out how on earth I hurt that muscle. Hopefully it'll be less sore tomorrow.
To all those who have sent holiday cards, thank you so much! I'll be sending out something more in the depths of above-the-equator winter, I suspect. Oh, and The Hobbit trailer! I finally get a film CHOCK FULL OF DWARVES. HEAVEN. I'M SO HAPPY!!!! :D :D :D :D :D
I bought a crappy backpack for $5 at a drug store when I first was with Jen in Eugene. Well, it's falling apart. After much research, I turned to eBay and have ended up with a lovely, supposedly previously used plaid Jansport backpack for $5.99 and some shipping. The people selling it live in West Linn, OR, about 15 miles to the south of me, and when I asked, they agreed to knock a couple of bucks off the shipping. So now I have a backpack that's cloth with a sturdy bottom and I don't think the zipper pulls will be coming off anytime soon. Yay!
On the bus ride home, I happened to sit next to a young woman typing away on her little computer pad thingie (looked like it should have been a reading thing like a Kindle, but she was typing on it). I couldn't resist looking at what she was writing and was stunned to see the title: "How to Date A Millionaire." She was writing different numbered things to do, presumably. I had to really shake my head at that. Wonder who she thinks her future market might be…
And I seem to somehow have injured or pulled a muscle going up the right front of my foot to my shin, definitely hurting worse when I lift my fourth and pinkie toes than my big toe. I cannot for the life of me figure out how on earth I hurt that muscle. Hopefully it'll be less sore tomorrow.
To all those who have sent holiday cards, thank you so much! I'll be sending out something more in the depths of above-the-equator winter, I suspect. Oh, and The Hobbit trailer! I finally get a film CHOCK FULL OF DWARVES. HEAVEN. I'M SO HAPPY!!!! :D :D :D :D :D
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How to Date a millionaire? Hmmm, I thought the secret to that was to be a millionaire, either that or to have huge boobs.
Your dinner sounds good. I made a delicious turkey casserole with noodles, cream of chicken soup, sherry, and sour cream, fried celery and onions, sprinkled with bread crumbs and parmesan cheese. Yum!
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Your casserole sounds scrumptious. I'll probably take my leftovers to work tomorrow though I think we're having a potluck. But given my commute and that my appointed lunch time is 2 hours after most others', I don't know that I'll participate much and I'm not bringing anything. :P
I'll call this weekend, on your house phone this time! ♥
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