Henry's Sisters
The Inglorious Life of Bezelia Grove
Girls in White Dresses
Sister: A Novel
Saving CeeCee Honeycutt
Looking for Salvation at the Dairy Queen
One Flight Up
The Winter Sea
The Arrivals
Covered Wagon Women
What Alice Forgot
Caleb's Crossing
Doc
This Life is In Your Hands
The Apothecary's Daughter
Fireflies
Cranford
Father of the Rain
The Forgotten Garden
Heaven is For Real
The Kitchen House
Life on the Mississippi
How to Be an American Housewife
Mistress of the Vatican
Olive Kitteridge
The New York Regional Mormon Singles Halloween Dance
Outside the Ordinary World
The Weird Sisters
A Scattered Life
The Shopkeeper
Shanghai Girls
The Shut Mouth Society
Spoilt
Stage Door Canteen
Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie
Unbroken
My Name is Mary Sutter
Memoirs of a Medici Princess
Kitchen Confidential
The Heretics Daughter
Half Broke Horses
This is a list of most of the books I've read (on my Kindle) since May 1. I also read two or three hard books from the library every couple weeks and listen to books on CD in the car. I guess I live in fantasy land about five hours a day, maybe more if it's a good book.
To think I had time to ride a horse.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Horse Tacos
I did know about blood soup, that was just what you made after butchering a cow. Why let all that protein go to waste? Mix it up with just squeezed milk and you've got yourself Ambrosia. So my Mom and Omi said.
Mom told me an interesting tale. My Opa (her Dad), fought in the Calvary for the Germans. He was based on the front lines, with horses pulling the cannons. Seemed as though running out of food and ammunition wasn't his idea of a fair fight, so he and a few comrades took the horses and fled. The went straight to the British and said, we're done, you win, do what you will with us. Well it was a good thing they thought to bring the horses or else they and quite a few others would have starved over the weeks it took to get to the prison camps.
Mom says horse meat is just fine, can be a bit gamey, but of course, she didn't get the organic, grain fed, free range variety. I'll take her word for it.
There is about 40,000 lbs of horsemeat at the stable across the way. Good to know in these hurricane times.
Mom told me an interesting tale. My Opa (her Dad), fought in the Calvary for the Germans. He was based on the front lines, with horses pulling the cannons. Seemed as though running out of food and ammunition wasn't his idea of a fair fight, so he and a few comrades took the horses and fled. The went straight to the British and said, we're done, you win, do what you will with us. Well it was a good thing they thought to bring the horses or else they and quite a few others would have starved over the weeks it took to get to the prison camps.
Mom says horse meat is just fine, can be a bit gamey, but of course, she didn't get the organic, grain fed, free range variety. I'll take her word for it.
There is about 40,000 lbs of horsemeat at the stable across the way. Good to know in these hurricane times.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Sports Injuries Can Be Overrated
So I finally decided that all this weird zinging through my cheek and icy cold nostril pain might be worth a look. It's hard to hit a decent fairway shot when your nose feels stung by bees. Turns out there is an official diagnosis: Trigeminal Neuralgia, most commonly occurring post injury to the face. Yes! That would be me! Yes, indeed, please tell me it is real.
It is all good, really, it just means healing, but I thought healing meant more nice feelings in the face, not strange there-is-chicken-caught-between-my-teeth-and-I-must-floss-three-times-a-day. You know that feeling; a big chunk of something hanging there and everyone can see it and you bother it constantly with your tongue. Not sure what is worse, duck lips or chicken chunks.
I got a drug prescribed for seizures and face pain, so I suppose all will be well. I need to wait a few days to see if it works at the lowest dose and then look for those comforting side effects like drowsiness, nose picking, hair loss, hallucinations, lice, vomiting, eyebrow discoloration, insatiable sex drive (you wish, Mister!) and green tongue.
Stay tuned.
It is all good, really, it just means healing, but I thought healing meant more nice feelings in the face, not strange there-is-chicken-caught-between-my-teeth-and-I-must-floss-three-times-a-day. You know that feeling; a big chunk of something hanging there and everyone can see it and you bother it constantly with your tongue. Not sure what is worse, duck lips or chicken chunks.
I got a drug prescribed for seizures and face pain, so I suppose all will be well. I need to wait a few days to see if it works at the lowest dose and then look for those comforting side effects like drowsiness, nose picking, hair loss, hallucinations, lice, vomiting, eyebrow discoloration, insatiable sex drive (you wish, Mister!) and green tongue.
Stay tuned.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
It Comes In Threes
It all hit before 9 AM. I waltzed off to see Dr. Bunas, or Stanley Bunass, as I secretly refer to him, to proudly show him that I took out my own stitches, you're welcome. I forgot the part where he tells me the results of pathology, because the past three times have all been the same; basal cell carcinoma, early catch, off with you now.
This time it's didn't get the margins, let's have you heal a bit and then we'll have another go, shall we? I guess we shall. Bigger punch, more stitches.
Stop by the vet after seeing him because it is on the way to the golf course where I am going to play nine with some buds. Gus' x-rays don't show any breaks or disc damage, but we feel there are spinal contusions, shall we do a MRI? No, no we shall not. What we will do is acupuncture, it helped me, it helped Bombay, and it will help Doggus Dorkus.
On the way to golf, phone call from the Mister to tell me that a friend of ours is recovering from brain surgery to remove a cancerous tumor. He'll be doing Chemotherapy Light (pill), and the prognosis is good, but still.
I guess I should have just expected that the golf schedule got docked up so I couldn't play with my group (someone erased my name), but I just hitched up with another foursome and had a delightful time. I played with a woman who has been a member since 1952, all 4'8" of her. It was like Dorf golf. She didn't hit far, but it was always straight and she never apologized for any shot. I'm gonna be just like that when I'm that age. I shall golf the way I want, rules and scorecards be damned.
That is my blahg report for today.
This time it's didn't get the margins, let's have you heal a bit and then we'll have another go, shall we? I guess we shall. Bigger punch, more stitches.
Stop by the vet after seeing him because it is on the way to the golf course where I am going to play nine with some buds. Gus' x-rays don't show any breaks or disc damage, but we feel there are spinal contusions, shall we do a MRI? No, no we shall not. What we will do is acupuncture, it helped me, it helped Bombay, and it will help Doggus Dorkus.
On the way to golf, phone call from the Mister to tell me that a friend of ours is recovering from brain surgery to remove a cancerous tumor. He'll be doing Chemotherapy Light (pill), and the prognosis is good, but still.
I guess I should have just expected that the golf schedule got docked up so I couldn't play with my group (someone erased my name), but I just hitched up with another foursome and had a delightful time. I played with a woman who has been a member since 1952, all 4'8" of her. It was like Dorf golf. She didn't hit far, but it was always straight and she never apologized for any shot. I'm gonna be just like that when I'm that age. I shall golf the way I want, rules and scorecards be damned.
That is my blahg report for today.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Wrinkly? Get a Scar.
Had to get up extra early today. Mom needed a fasting glucose blood test and Lord help us if she doesn't get breakfast in a timely manner. I set my alarm, but as usual, a large fuzzy, smelly face whined at me to get up now, yes, now, now was breakfast time, please, now. That Mister can be demanding.
Off to Group Health lab for the blood draw, in which I kindly remind the vampiress that although I have seen you twice a month for two years, the old lady still needs a pediatric needle in the arm, not her hand. Sigh.
Breakfast at IHOP so Mom could be pleased with the enormous amount of sodium piled meats offered for such a deal. "Such a deal!", she crows, making sure to drink all the coffee from the large carafe, because that's a deal, too.
It was still too early for Bed Bath & Crap to be open, so we meandered in Fred Meyer. She kept going over her list, which included a new pillow, ironing board and yarn. I now know where my out of body shopping habit comes from. She was convinced she needed a dryer ball. "Mom, you don't do laundry, the staff does it for you and I wash your fancy stuff, remember?". The concept of the dryer ball was fascinating. I don't even know what it is and really, don't need to find out, but the Hausfrau in Charge reasoned that she wouldn't need the ironing board if she had a dryer ball. Long story, but I left without napkin rings and now own a dryer ball. Mom has an ironing board, so I say we're even.
Lots of face pressure lately and I am pleased to report that I can wiggle both nostrils. Always a crowd pleaser, that trick. Had a basal cell carcinoma punched from my forehead and I've decided that wearing the bandaid is not as fun as shocking people with stitches.
More facial scars, that's what I like.
Off to Group Health lab for the blood draw, in which I kindly remind the vampiress that although I have seen you twice a month for two years, the old lady still needs a pediatric needle in the arm, not her hand. Sigh.
Breakfast at IHOP so Mom could be pleased with the enormous amount of sodium piled meats offered for such a deal. "Such a deal!", she crows, making sure to drink all the coffee from the large carafe, because that's a deal, too.
It was still too early for Bed Bath & Crap to be open, so we meandered in Fred Meyer. She kept going over her list, which included a new pillow, ironing board and yarn. I now know where my out of body shopping habit comes from. She was convinced she needed a dryer ball. "Mom, you don't do laundry, the staff does it for you and I wash your fancy stuff, remember?". The concept of the dryer ball was fascinating. I don't even know what it is and really, don't need to find out, but the Hausfrau in Charge reasoned that she wouldn't need the ironing board if she had a dryer ball. Long story, but I left without napkin rings and now own a dryer ball. Mom has an ironing board, so I say we're even.
Lots of face pressure lately and I am pleased to report that I can wiggle both nostrils. Always a crowd pleaser, that trick. Had a basal cell carcinoma punched from my forehead and I've decided that wearing the bandaid is not as fun as shocking people with stitches.
More facial scars, that's what I like.
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