Fried chicken and things...

I don't know why but Fried Chicken has been on my mind for the last 36 hours give or take. Yeah, I know weird but it't been the thoughts that have accompanied me on my solo walk down the creaky back aisle to the bathroom.  But really this is the thought that has gotten the most brain time...why when you order a large batch of fried chicken do they think that you want a whole bunch of those puny little chicken wings. 

Now I'm not talking mainstream fried chicken ordering because well I will go some for some spicy Brookshire Brothers Fried Chicken any day of the week especially that first post church batch on any given Sunday. Sunday fried chicken always seems to be greasier and more flavorful than any other day of the week. Right now would be the time that I should have a picture of one of those lovely pieces of chicken. But it always saddens me that in a 10 or 12 piece order there are 5 or 6 or more of those dinky chicken wings. They just shouldn't be able to count as a whole piece. I mean when you get the oh so coveted chicken breast you know that is 1 piece. I know that in our family that even for dinner or snack people will go peaking into the chicken bag for a piece only to find those malnourished chicken wings. No one goes running through our house clutching the bag like a football so that they can get the chicken wings they do that so that they don't have to end up with a stack of chicken wings trying to make a righteous piece or two. I've never seen people at family or church potlucks get excited for chicken wings but poke through the abandoned wings for maybe a malnourished leg that could be hiding, and then they move on to the meager plates still full of pork products, settling and vowing once again to be closer to the head of the line next time.

Also it is not fried chicken if you cook it in the oven. It just isn't the same. I should be able to hear the faint echoes of grease while I wait with my plate anticipating what that piece of chicken will taste like.

Personally I like eating chicken breast but will usually forgo that piece so that my husband can have it. I will however gnaw every possible morsel of meat off of a chicken leg in a heartbeat.

love ya!

(ps I think we might be having fried chicken for dinner!!)

Another Friday...

It is once again Friday and I can't wait until tomorrow at five o'clock. 

I wish that I had good news but I don't because things have just been haywire and things haven't been going in any direction that I can tell. It is more like a frantic crazy circle of life that there is no beginning or end just one continuously looping line. 

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Just here...

I'm just here. That's really all I have to say about how today went. There has just been a lot of stress and it's starting to take hold of me and well it's making feel it. I happen to be feeling it currently in that little area between my bellybutton and the button on my jeans.

I am hopeful that I will be getting some cool water in shower soon. I never thought it would be a problem to have hot water but it's starting to get painful when there is hot, hotter and hot tub coming out of the shower head. I wouldn't really complain but it is summer and I already have dry skin and then adding hot water to that means that I constantly have to apply lotion to keep from having a grayish sheen to my skin.

I will be working more on the email posting this week because I will be glued to my desk for a few days this week.

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Trying something new...

I'm going to give this email blogging a chance and if it works there will probably be more blogging because I can do it at work without giving away that I blog.

 

Crossing my fingers and hoping that this all works in the end.

 

love ya!

Total realization...

For mother's day my mom wanted to go to the movies and that's what we did. We made a pit stop at Wendy's for lunch, King Dollar for movie snacks, movies and then after the movies we went by Half Price books.

I could get lost in a bookstore but I really like Half-Price books more than anything else. They just moved so it seems like they have waaaay more books than before. It's not as cozy as the old store but I'd rather have more books to look at.

The new space is more industrial and seems raw. The air conditioner was out or it may have just not been able to keep up on Sunday and the doors were open and there was just a warm breeze to keep the air circulating in the building.

But it was the atomsphere in there that really made me think about it. That in books that is where I first found the loves of my life. In those pages of so many books are the people that taught me about life, love and being everything that I could possibly be. The different books I saw were like greeting old friends and even though I own the books there were quite a few that I picked up and flipped through the pages hoping to hear the words in my head. To relate those books to moments in my life and for many books I can.

I remember reading about Hank the cowdog and Drover and I had no idea that there were 57 books in the series. That makes me smile and think that there are so many that I haven't read. Boxcar Children and thinking how cool their adventures were from living in a boxcar to a purple hotel pool. Nancy and Ned hanging out with Bess and George and not even realizing that those books were set so far before I could even imagine.

Ethan Frome, Mrs. deWinter, Mr. Darcy, Tim O'Brien and so many others that were there for me, that taught me how to feel, how to think and gave me the desire to write.

oh how I miss writing and reading.

love ya!