EMERIL, PAULA, RACHEL AND ME
Seems that Timmy and Jazz get extremely lonely when the sound of human voices are absent in our house. Then, in their unbearable lonliness, they decide to wreak some kind of havoc (usually of the smelly kind - blech/yuck!)
So, I've resorted to turning on the television first thing in the morning, and leaving it on all day and evening until bed. The only channel I can bear to hear for that many hours is the food network. So I've become very familiar with with a few of the celebrity chefs, and for some reason I keep finding myself on the internet looking up blenders, food processors, professional mixers, stainless steel pots and pans, whisks, knives, strainers, slow cookers, and more.
And I know exactly what Rachel is saying when she says "two turns of the pan with EVOO".
So, I'm finding myself fairly hungry all the time. Thinking about food, going to the fridge, finding the usual choices: salmon, cottage cheese, fruit, lettuce, turkey breast, avocado, flax seeds, and the choice of eleven types of beverages.
While Timmy and Jazz are quite content, I'm feeling incredibly unsatisfied because I really want some of Paula Deen's creamy and delicious looking crab salad or Rachel Ray's iceberg lettuce salad with french dressing. Food glorious food.
MY MORNING
Imagine a gravelly New Jersey accent squawking the following commands:
First it was "DON'T MOVE"
Then, "DON'T BREATHE"
Then, "HOLD IT"
Finally, "STEP BACK"
We repeated this process eight times, or was it nine? Then, even though I passed that test with flying colors, I was ordered flat on my back as I was squished and squeezed just to make sure.
Finally, they demanded $199, which I handed over immediately, happy to get out of there.
Phew, I hate mammograms.
OOPS
The name of the aforementioned movie is "What the Bleep do We Know" (not what "I" know). Sorry.
That reminds me of another thought about the reality continuum. Try this on for size: There are an infinite number of simultaneously valid yet contradictory realities.
AS USUAL
It's pouring rain, POURING BUCKETS of rain. So, Mr. B got dressed in charcoal sweatpants, black turtleneck, black socks, black sandals (obviously), and black zip-up surfer sweater. Excellent.
By the time we arrived at MHS, he exited the BEHEMOTH in sweats, turtleneck and sandals. No socks, no sweater.
Noodlehead.
THE SCIENCE OF LIFE
For all of you curious sorts interested in physics, spirituality, the quantum mechanical universe and psychology, you might want to check out the movie "What the Bleep do I Know" in theatres now. I saw it tonight and it was pretty entertaining, although a bit frustrating also. They think that they are on the cutting edge of knowledge, yet they still have far, far to go down the rabbit hole before they are even close to the truth. However, it was a fair attempt.
If only they could see that there are not alternate realities, but a reality continuum. Sheesh!!!
