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Bonus Track Travesty

I'm sure it comes as no surprise that I adore all things "Sound of Music".  It's my favorite movie, I love the music, and I've carried a torch for Christopher Plummer since I was a little girl.  And frankly, if Julie Andrews had never made another movie, her purpose on earth still would have been fulfilled.  So imagine my utter delight when I was out shopping the other day and discovered the 45th Anniversary edition of the movie soundtrack on CD.  After having sent my homemade cassette copy of it to the DI long ago, it took all of two seconds for me to make up my mind to buy it. CD purchased, I hurried home, with visions of singing "Sound of Music" songs at the top of my lungs, dancing in my head.  I walked in the door and immediately popped it into my computer so as to import it into my iTunes and synch it with my iPod.  As the import got going, I all of a sudden made a discovery with which I was not amused.  This version of the CD came with a bonus t

Happy Valentine's Day

So here we are at another Valentine's Day.  Some of my single friends refer to it as Single Awareness Day, or by it's more popular acronym, SAD.  And I admit there have been times when I've gone along with that thinking.  But not this year.  This year, I just don't feel like thinking that way.  I mean, how can a day dedicated to good chocolate be sad? I was reminded of this yesterday by one of my former young women, a Single Young Adult, who posted to Facebook and encouraged all her friends to think of today not as SAD and a day to be dreaded, but a day to go about doing good, to be grateful for our blessings, and to share faith, hope and charity with those around us.  And really when you think of it, I'm pretty sure that's how the Lord himself would like us to celebrate.  So in the spirit of that remark, and in honor of St. Valentine, who today we celebrate for doing just that, I wish you all love, joy, hope, and a most Happy Valentine's Day!

Diner Dreams

For years now, I've had it in my mind that someday I ought to open a little diner.  You know the type, the ones that serve breakfast all day, and that Guy Fieri comes to visit.  I've even been bold enough to come up with a few recipes for my menu.  I've got one for a "Bananas Foster Oatmeal", one for a "Breakfast Club" sandwich (can't resist the pun on that one), "Sweet Baby Ray's Pulled Pork", and an "Ultimate Broiled (notice it's not grilled) Cheese".  I'd also serve pie that is to die for, and I'd make my family's recipes for Hot Cocoa, Coffee (or as we like to call it, Breakfast) Cake and Navajo Tacos.  Today I came up with another one for Cheesy Jalapeno Tostadas, that I'd serve with our homemade Spanish Rice and some black beans.  Yum!  I think I'll get started on my Food Network application right now.  Then again, I don't have an old diner car picked out (because of course I'd have to ha

Daytime TV Junkie

One thing about being sick and on the sofa, is that there's a decided lack of things to do, at least of things that don't contribute to making the condition worse than it already is.  Which means no playing on the computer, no reading, and no exercise or extreme sports.  Which also means that what you're left with is laying on the sofa, watching daytime television.  Not being a fan of the soft porn that is soap operas, and having already seen every episode of "Matlock" multiple times, it means that you're left with either History Channel or HGTV (since Food Network reminds you of why you're on the sofa in the first place).  HGTV worked for awhile, but I can only watch so many episodes of "House Hunters" and "Designed to Sell" before going completely bats.   So what's a girl to do, but get hooked on marathons of "Pawn Stars" and "American Pickers".  My Dad turned me on to these shows the last time I was home in O

The Wonder Drug

Down for the count this week with what I originally thought was a Meniere's episode, but turned out to be a nasty virus.  After a couple of days of that, I was finally saved by my co-worker Brianne, who was kind of enough to bring me some Sprite, Ginger Ale, and my new wonder drug.  It would be TMI to give you the name of my wonder drug, but needless to say, it worked wonders, and I will always make sure to have a supply on hand from now on. 'Nuff said.