It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten Chicken Cordon Bleu….over 20 years. The last time I ate it, was at a restaurant in California and I woke in the middle of the night sicker than anything. I haven’t touched it since.
Until this morning. Yes for breakfast.
Last night I prepared it for my husband and I and we were unable to sit down together to eat because of circumstances beyond our control. So he grabbed fast food, I ate one of my chocolate chip cookies I had made and some hot tea.
But this morning I am hungry and I am too lazy to roast my normal morning veggies. I cut off about a quarter of the chicken breast and heated it.
It tastes much better homemade, with fresh ingredients. A fine way to start my morning and think about what I will do, on this overcast day of mine.
Wanting to paint again, I may line up ideas for Christmas cards. I know it’s early, but if I don’t start now, they won’t get done by Christmas.
And if doesn’t rain, which the chances are unlikely, but if it doesn’t, I will continue to work in my Goth garden.
I made gluten-free, no-egg choclate chip cookies today and I put WAY too many chocolate chips and chunks in them.
I know, I know, there is no such thing as too much chocolate, right? Well I didn’t realize it until I scooped them onto the cookie sheet. I never measure my ingedients and it drives my husband crazy. I think I was suppose to only put 1/4 cup of chocolate chips in the batch but I ended up putting a half cup of chips and a half cup of chunks.
I must say, these cookies are by far the best I’ve made. I truly believe it is due to the length of time I whipped the butter and coconut crystals together. I’ve already eaten two, and with a cup of hot tea, london fog-style.
I rarely eat sweets because of all my allergies, but if I am going to indulge, it will be on a warm chocolate chip cookie!
My body is hurting today and I’m frustrated. I’ve been aimlessly wandering around the house, knowingly that if I start the project I intended to do today, I will likely and regretfully pay for it Monday morning and that isn’t acceptable.
So I’m relaxing.
I have the munchies and grabbed a handful of salted peanuts, raisins and two pieces of swiss cheese. Despite the cheese, I’m suddenly in a rewind of life, back to the days when the elementary school required state testing.
I remember on those hot days, the teacher would pull back my pigtails, clip them together and I would anxiously wait for the long strip of paper and instructions on how to correctly fill in the tiny bubbles with my sharpened, number two pencil.
Each student would be given a small handful of salted peanuts and raisins in a tiny, paper medicine cup. Do that now and the school is likely to get sued.
Supposedly the mixture would assist the brain in maintaining some form of leveled “smart” balance to get us through the test. Not me, those tiny nuts and shriveled raisins were nothing more than an afternoon snack I looked forward to.
I never did well on those tests, I had horrible test anxiety. If the teacher would have provided a cocktail of nuts, raisins and maybe a salted Xanax or two, I might have passed.
I would meticulously linger in popping the little snack in my mouth, chewing slowly to ensure I would not run out of those tasty treats before I finished that gnarly, useless government provided exam questions.
But now? I sit here popping organic raisins, salted peanuts and swiss cheese, savoring each as to not over indulge in fear of gaining weight.
Friday I took the day off to see the chiropractor about adjusting me after my fall last week. He asked what I did and I told him and while I was on the table he scoffed, “oh yeah, you really needed me.” The pain was instantly gone. He is THAT good. I felt this mad rush of heat, almost sweet relief come over my spine, up my neck and flushed around my face. That was it. He hit it dead on. He adjusted my hips and flipped my legs side to side like a limp rag doll. “Better isn’t it? You’re more limber than you were when you walked in.” I sighed and muffled a “yes” as my face was plastered into the table. He is the only one I will see, the only one I trust. I have known him for years. I stood up and hung on for dear life as my body adjusted to the corrected position. A little dizzy but instant relief.
After that, my next appointment was to see the optometrist, AGAIN. 4th or 5th appointment and my left eye was still blurry. After I sat down and popped the new order of lenses in, I yelled “YAAAAY! FINALLY I CAN SEE!!!”
He whipped around in his rolling chair with a surprised look and flatly stated, “really.”
“Yes, really let’s order these.”
“Are you sure?” He tilted his head sarcastically.
He can be so professional but snarky at the same time.
“Yes I’m sure.” And I rolled my eyes.
He hesitated for a moment. “YES REALLY!” I reassured him. He slowly turned back around. I have seen him as well for years and decided I will be sad the day he decides to retire. My appointments always take forever because I love talking to him.
After that I was onto the next appointment that I care not to discuss.
However, today I felt like a new woman and I had bought some plants for my goth garden. I decided I want, not only near black plants, but weird ones too.
Then get this….a couple of weeks ago I found some faux stone at a second hand store for housing design. I drove to it today to see what they wanted for the stone. The gal told me $1.75 a piece and I thought, NO WAY AM I PAYING THAT. My gosh it’s faux stone and used for crying out loud. She asked me how many pieces did I want. I told her, “you give me a good deal and I will buy what you have. She stood there a minute and said, “ok, how about $6 for all of it?”
I was secretly giddy inside. I said, “you have a deal!” They sell faux stone by the pound but I wasn’t going to tell her that. I came home, my car trunk full. I immediately ripped out the wood path I made a few weeks ago and put the stone in. Now I have the look of an old garden path.
The plants I bought were Elephant Bush, Elephant Ear, Black Mondo Grass, Sedum, a 3 more weird things I can’t remember the names.
But the best part is the sconces I had forgotten about. We have had them for years and I’m going to hang them on the fence. What do you think? I think it will give an eerie look to the garden at night. I have so much more to add and so many more weeds to pull and so many more plants to purchase. I must be patient! My hips are still swollen and my back is still sore. I don’t want to over do it!
I am really feeling my age today. I was working in my goth garden, building a dry rock bed.
As I was pulling the wheelbarrow full of gravel up and over the path steps, the heel of my foot caught the corner of the Adirondack chair’s foot rest and down I went.
And I hit hard. Backwards. I fell so contorted, that I thought I split my lady parts clean in half. Center stage, corner of the foot rest, right leg facing north, left leg south.
And the wheelbarrow fell on top of me. The metal stand came down hard on top of my left toe and split it in half and lifted the toenail off. I had tennis shoes on.
I swear I heard the birds laughing. Or maybe they were spinning above my head like in those cartoons.
I picked up my pride and walked the pain off. Me falling is like a Seqoia falling in the forest. Due to my height, it is a long way down.
I walked into the house.
I assessed the damage. I had to remove my polish off my toenails, which I screamed bloody murder because polish remover on a cut doesn’t feel so hot. My left toenail was not pretty.
I thought I was okay. Later, I fixed dinner and my husband and I went for a walk, in which I tattled on myself about falling. He scolded. He knows me too well. Doing too much. But as we walked, my body got stiffer and stiffer and my right foot started aching so bad I realized I was limping. My lower back and hips felt like meat pulling from the bone.
I took a shower and my body is wreching with pain. I think I may have sprained my right ankle. It’s pretty swollen. Sheesh.
But I had completed my rock bed. And he promised me he would buy me plants to fill in if I completed it. He didn’t think I would.
I faced my fears this morning and crawled half way under our deck and collected rocks for my goth garden.
In my pajamas.
Before you start thinking, what the heck is this girl doing? Let me tell you how it started.
I was feeling pretty good this morning after taking a Benadryl. I wasn’t sneezing as bad as I had been, but I wanted to sit out back without my allergies kicking up. So I took a Benadryl and sat in our patio chairs with my husband and a hot cup of coffee. Peaceful.
All was well until I saw a weed in the flower bed in front of our deck. Not thinking much of it, I hopped up and pulled the weed.
Then I saw another. Then another. So I put on my gardening gloves sat down on the edge of the stones, in my robe and PJs and started pulling weeds.
Then I was too warm. I pulled my robe off and continued. I leaned over and looked under the deck.
“OOOOOO! Look at that rock! Look at ALL of these rocks! I need it.”
Isn’t this an awesome rock? It’s like a pyramid!
My husband, not looking up from his iPad, said, “I wouldn’t be crawling under there.”
So I went back to weeding.
But I wanted that rock!
But how was I going to get it? No way am I crawling under there. There are weird things like spiders and bugs.
But I wanted that rock.
So I grabbed the rake, leaned over and pulled the rock closer to me within reach. Not bad! Then I saw another. As I continued to pull rocks over to me, my husband started trimming a few of our ornamental grasses.
By now I was on my knees, in this weird yoga-like position trying to reach a rock further under the deck. It was just out of reach. I leaned in further.
Then I saw it. I had seen it before, but forgot about it. It was the wannabe dead body. It scares me everytime and my husband is now laughing at me, “oh my gosh you’re crazy up underneath there!”
Doesn’t it look like a dead body? It freaks me out! I think I have been watching too many “Bones” episodes. I crawled back out and stood up to take the rocks I collected over to the side yard.
“Ick, I feel like I have bugs crawling all over me”. As I was heading to the side yard, my husband snuck up behind me with some of the ornamental grass clippings and touched my shoulder. I pretty much came out of my skin!
That man laughed and laughed! Not funny. I’ll get him back…
Look at all of these rocks I got!
I think I’m done for the day. Last day of my vacation and I’m sad. Usually I’m ready to go back to work, but this vacation was unbelievably relaxing and I would love to stay home a few more days.
Enjoy your Sunday and if you are looking for rocks, happy rock hunting!