I Am Crazywoman, Here Me Staple!


I believe I am going crazy, as evidenced by the fact I have begun stapling floral upholstery fabric to everything. Our apartment looks like an eighty year old woman who was once a gardener, tried her hand at interior decorating.

Flowers in prints, fabrics and sketches are slowly overtaking. I think I need to learn how to self-edit. Especially because most of them tend to be clashing and in shades of yellow and orange that were popular over thirty years ago.

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What is the difference between selfishness and emotional abuse? Are they the same? Or varying degrees of one another?



I just finished this tasty read. I stumbled upon it while purusing the bookstore. The Husband had taken me there as a consolation prize after he had fallen ill on our "date day". He knew that giving me something fun to read would console me and keep me indoors to tend his fevered brow.

I found his book fascinating, a bit long winded in passages pertaining to the (super) ancienct history of some sushi ingredient. But it was so informative. As a lover of sushi and someone who declares they could consume it three times a day (I so could) this book was full of tons of interesting tidbits. (Did you know soy sauce used to be the condiment of only the rich and wealthy?) Not just about sushi in general, but the culture of sushi, how it was brought to the United States and bastardized in the process.
Hooray! Bastardization! Nothing reads better than a good tale of Americans who like mayonaise and how the incorporate it into everything. Mmmm. Mayonaise.

This book really encourages me to try to discover authentic sushi chefs. And while I may not completely forsake my incorrect sushi habits, because being a sushi purist is quite a bit of work from the looks of it, at least I'll be conciencious of them.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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