shadow19's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pick your poison. I love Ina Garten. She's all about comfort food and friends, usually in perfect combination. Her calm demeanor and soothing voice immediately make me relax. And right now she's making me crave mashed potatoes. This was today's dilemma...do I continue to endure the nail-through-the-temple headache that's been brewing for about 24 hours, or do I bite the proverbial bullet and treat it with an Excedrin which never fails to wreak havoc with my oh-so sensitive gut. Finally couldn't take it anymore and washed the Excedrin (and an acid reducer) down with a Pepsi. The pain is already beginning to drain away, and that is pure heaven. That is, until my super sensitive intestines decide that they aren't happy. Not happy at all. But hey, I'll deal with THAT when it hits. Right now, I'll enjoy the nearly pain-free lull. The snow has started. Maybe we should have grocery shopped earlier. But we've got a baggie full of enormous chocolate chip cookies, thanks to mom. In a pinch, they could serve as dinner, as far as I'm concerned. I've broken out a little used cookbook (Casual Suppers), and am seeing a lot of possibilities. I'm hoping that we can get out later so that I can pick up the ingredients for Lasagna Roll-Ups. One pan can feed us for a nice chunk of the week. Cook once, then keep heading "back to the bowl," as my cousin says. This morning's bible/book study, where we're slowly working through "Honoring the Body," was basically a two hour therapy session. The five of us are feeling better knowing that we're not nuts. Or at least, that we're all plagued with the same doubts, fears, aches and pains, and daily struggles. There's something to be said for knowing that you're not alone. (And we laugh alot, too. That helps more than anything. As do the obligatory donuts and tea.) Time to catch up on my (handwritten) journal entries. I'm craving smoooooth paper and a fine pen. And the latest issue of Real Simple is beckoning. I love Saturday afternoon. 1:29 p.m. - 2005-01-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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