Coop's Joke

Two penguins were walking together along a glacier.

First penguin says to the second penguin, "You look like you're wearing a tuxedo."

Second penguin says, "Maybe I am..."

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43 Things

Number 22 is done.

Numbers 11, 41, and 42 are in progress.

Numbers 4 and 31 are ongoing efforts, but I'm making progress with them as well.

Prayer

Thank you, God, for the love with which I know I'm surrounded.

Thank you for the knowledge that I'm not alone, even though I feel lonely and tired sometimes.

Thank you for the wonderful man who is my husband, and for my beautiful, beautiful daughter.

I thank you for my friends - for all my friends, past and present. Even if I never see some of them again, they have enriched my life, and I know that, and I'm grateful.

Ghosts, Part 2

Well, that went better than I think anybody had hoped.

It still doesn't matter, though.

"Can this friendship be saved?" Possibly, but what would be the point? She lives in El Paso now. How much comfort and joy can be gotten from a friendship when you live 350 miles apart and see each other only once every two or three years? A kind of friendship is possible, yes - but it can't replace what was lost.

I don't know. I'm tired, and bitter, and maybe a little depressed.

Which brings me to another question I've been wondering about for some weeks now: Where exactly is the line between sleep deprivation and depression? I don't know if I've crossed it or not...but I don't like the way I feel.

What did Mama always say? "If you can't say something nice..." Maybe I ought to lay off the blogging for a while - at least until I can get a full night's sleep. Don't know when that may be...

Jeans!

No more pajama bottoms!!

For those who don't know, I've just had a baby - my beautiful Emily. She has her very own website, so you can see how pretty she is and read all about her.

But this is about me. And I am oh so glad not to be pregnant anymore - after months and months, I finally fit back into my jeans! And I can see my feet, too!

Backyard Bocce

We got to revive one of our Sunday afternoon traditions today - Bocce Ball! We used to go out and play in the park across from our apartment; now we have a backyard. You can't throw quite as far, but that's okay - much more than we did today would've hurt, since I'm still recovering from surgery and supposed to be taking it easy. It was good to get out and exercise, though.

We came back in, made yummy nachos for dinner, and watched Iron Chef: Battle Chocolate (mmmmm!!), followed by the end of a Food Network Challenge that seemed to be about clothing made of chocolate (very weird). There was one dress though, that you couldn't really tell was made of chocolate, and it was a flapper dress - a style I've always loved, and never been able to wear.

If I'm very good in this life, then in my next one, I'd like to come back as a stick figure with a 30-inch waist, 32-inch bust, and no hips, so I can wear all those slinky beaded & bias-cut dresses.

Fried Spinach

1 med to large bunch spinach leaves
Colander or strainer
1 med to large skillet
1 1/2 cups (approx.) cottonseed oil
A spatula
Newspapers or paper towels, to drain
Large stockpot, filled with water
1-2 cups baking soda
1 sponge mop
1-2 sous chefs or spectators
A well-ventilated kitchen

Go through the bunch of spinach, pulling off the stems and placing the leaves into your colander - discarding any wilted, yellow, or otherwise not-so-tasty looking ones. Rinse well, then drain as thoroughly as possible.

Heat the cottonseed oil in the skillet; oil should fill skillet to about an inch deep, or about halfway. To test the oil, drop a small drop of water into the skillet; if it immediately sizzles and pops, the oil is ready. (Pay close attention to this phenomenon; it will be important later in the cooking process.)

Take a single, large spinach leaf and carefully drop it into the hot oil. It should sizzle and pop just like the drop of water did, only more so. Let it cook for about twenty seconds, then use your spatula to remove it to the newspaper or paper towel. Sprinkle with salt, and allow to cool before tasting. The spinach should have retained its dark green color, but it will now be very crispy, almost paper-like. Take a bite, then offer a bite to your sous chefs or spectators and see what everybody thinks. The flavor and texture may take a moment to grow on you.

Once everybody agrees that fried spinach is surprisingly tasty, you have the go-ahead to continue cooking the rest of the batch. Therefore, take a handful of the spinach and drop it into the cooking oil, then back away quickly, taking care not to let the tower of flame from the splashed oil, which will ignite on the stovetop, singe your eyebrows off.

(Remember that sizzling and popping? Yeah, spinach has a lot of water in it, especially if it's just been washed. When all that water hits all that hot oil, it should create a shower that could rival Buckingham Fountain. When all that hot oil hits the burner on your stovetop, it should catch fire in a fairly spectacular fashion.)

Quickly pull the skillet off the burner and set aside, taking care not to splash yourself with too much of the boiling oil, so that you can turn your full attention to the column of flame licking your kitchen ceiling. You may at this point choose to either scream or say a few swear words of your choice. This is purely optional.

Use your spatula to attempt to put out the flames by whapping at them futilely. Then try to extinguish the fire by covering it with a metal bowl. During this process, you may choose to let your sous chefs/spectators take over the job of screaming and/or swearing, but feel free to continue yourself if you wish.

When neither of the above methods for controlling the fire is successful, think about that stockpot full of water. You should be aware that putting water on a grease fire is never recommended, but don't let this stop you from wondering if the sheer volume of water available might just drown the thing out, regardless.

Before you grab the stockpot and potentially kill yourself by sliding across the kitchen floor, which is now covered with splashed oil, and landing head-first on the flaming stovetop, one of your sous chefs/spectators should choose this moment to remember that baking soda is what's recommended for this type of fire, and that there is a canister of it within easy reach. Find the baking soda and sprinkle it liberally on the fire, which should then go away.

(By now, your smoke alarm should be going off. If not, make a note that you need a new 9-volt battery. The dogs, if you have any, should be barking hysterically. If you do not have dogs, I recommend that you go out and get some, or borrow a couple from your neighbors, before starting this recipe - they add a lot to the cooking experience!)

Once the fire is out, wipe off the stovetop, put the skillet on another burner, and carefully continue cooking the spinach a few leaves at a time, putting them on the newspaper to drain and sprinkling them with salt soon after they are out of the oil. When the whole batch is done, and when the smoke alarm has stopped screaming and one or both of your sous chefs/spectators have recovered from their terror-induced paralysis, divide the fried spinach onto plates along with the rest of your meal - which will now be stone-cold.

Sprinkle a little malt vinegar over the spinach before eating. Find the room in the house that is least filled with smoke, sit down, and enjoy!

Afterwards, use the mop to clean the kitchen floor, to minimize the potential for broken body parts later, when someone tries to go to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Also, be sure to add "Kitchen Fire Extinguisher" to your shopping list.

21 Years

WE'RE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL!!!!!

39-14 vs. New Orleans, and now there is a party going on at Soldier Field that I would LOVE to be at! The thing I loved about living in Chicago was that there was always a party going on, and I'm sure that's more true right now than it has been since 1986. I watched that Superbowl with my dad and his friends; I'll watch this one with my husband and our daughter, and hopefully she'll grow up to be as big a Bears fan as I am.

WOOOOO-HOOO! GO BEARS!!!

Rank!

Four more to go for a badge.

I like this game, but I'm getting really tired of it. All I'm doing now is playing to kill time while I wait for my husband to show up for our chat-date. (He's out of town on a business trip.)

Year of the Rat, here we go: Nine, nine, six, six, four, four, orchid, spring, spring, orchid, north wind...where's the north wind? I know I saw one...guess not. Okay, back - would you just go when I click you!?!? Seven, seven, two, two, spider-guy...

Busy Doing Nothing

I have been sitting in this chair for two and a half hours now - and I haven't even been playing games! (I need to get to that...I'm working on getting to the next rank in Mahjong.)

So what have I been doing for the last two and a half hours? Updating my Yahoo!360 Profile Page. The one that I never use. I also have a MySpace, which I never use.

There are so many sites on which to let everyone know all the trivial details about you that those who know you already know, to share your photos and favorite music, and to keep up with all the friends you never keep in touch with otherwise. I mostly use those sites to refer my friends back here - my friends, and any random visitors who might happen across my profile and be interested enough to want to know more.

To view my main site, go to http://halaylah.blah.blah.blah...
(ok, don't click that, it's not really a link - I was just sort of making a point...but not really.)

So I have all these other sites and profiles and pages, to direct people back to this one...but those others still need to be pretty. (right?) So every now and then, I spend way too much time and energy updating and uploading, and getting everything just so - just in case anyone should happen to stumble across it, and have an opportunity to say "oooooh!"