Cabbage Casserole

Here is what I made for dinner last night! We went to New Orleans last weekend for the St. Patrick's Day Parade. Had a blast!! And we caught some food! Yes, one of the GREAT things about coming to this parade is that you can get cabbage, carrots, potatoes, garlic, lemons, and oranges. You might end up with food for a month if you get lucky! We ended up landing 3 cabbages and some other things, so I had to find something easy to cook.

Yesterday I decided to look up recipes and found this... http://www.food.com/recipe/comforting-cabbage-and-sausage-casserole-413547 Talk about easy. I stopped on the way home and got some Italian sausage, and sour cream. I had the cabbage and cheese. It did not take long to cook and it was very tasty. I did add a little Tony Chachere's. My hubby liked it too! Don't worry about the nutrition information too much. I used a whole small cabbage (prob more like 8 cups chopped), and served it over cooked brown rice. We each had serving, and there were leftovers for lunch. So, I don't think it was a 900 calorie meal. It was very tasty though and next time I might try ground chicken instead of sausage. I know it would be healthier then.

Hypocrisy

We learn to justify compromising our value systems based on our current situations.





This was an idea that occurred to me this morning on my commute. I have found myself so bothered lately by this idea but was unable to put it into words. I cannot say that I am free from doing this myself. So, why do I let it bother me so when I witness others falling prey to it? I like to think of myself as 'treating people how I would like to be treated'. I also tell it like it is most of the time and I am not so sure I would always like the outcome being on the opposite side of the spectrum.

I have been hurt by words before but maybe that was because I didn't quite agree with the words spoken. Do we ever agree when someone is being honest and the the words said don't reflect us in the best light? Also, it is hard to differentiate when someone is speaking actual truth, or their version of the truth. We have to be the ones to filter out their illusions and focus on the actual meaning of what is being said.

This being said, we have to take responsibility for our thoughts as well as what we actually say. It might not be the easiest thing to do. In light of past experiences and recent ability to put into words I created a mantra of my own.

Stop focusing on what we think everyone is doing wrong and start focusing on what is being done right.

This could be a great way to focus on positive things in your life. Did you know that some say the more you focus on positive things the more you are able to bring positive things your way?

New Friendships

I feel like such a doofus today.

So, there is a mom at my daycare that I think I could be friends with. She has a 'COEXIST' bumper sticker on her car like mine. These are not ones you see every day. From the first time I saw it something inside me told me I should introduce myself, give her my contact information and see if a friendship blooms. I know she must live out by me, since she has her kids at the same daycare. I don't know many people out in my area. This morning I finally felt that I had got up the nerve to do so. Actually almost knocked on her window but didn't get to her fast enough and she drove off. I was left feeling like goofball.

How do you go about making new friends when you aren't introduced to them by another friend? I feel like I am trying to pick up a date. I guess in actuallity. I am not a shy person, so why does it seem so difficult?

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He had been watching her when she awoke. She looked completely confused. Perfection. He loved it when they could not remember the abduction. He had found just the right spot to hit them on the head that often resulted in memory loss. Sometimes it lasted until their final hours, then at other times they woke up knowing everything. These were the times he disliked. He hated having them wake up screaming his name wondering what they did to make him so mad at them.




Jamie was a good looking guy. He was around 5'11 with dark hair that fell just below his ears, and dark green eyes. He was broad shouldered and had an olive skin tone. Many women swooned over him. Just earlier in the evening while picking up take-out the cashier winked at him. He probably could have taken her home had he wanted. He did not want her to find his toyroom though. No one could ever find his toys. He like to date the girls for a while to play on their emotions. He would make them feel like he was falling for them. Then, a few months into their so-called relationship it was gametime. He would take them out to a nice dinner, get a few glasses of wine in them and then, BOOM! On the way home, he would pull off to the side of the road, park the car and lean in to kiss the girl. Little did she know that he was fixing to drug her. Jamie had mastered the art of putting amonia on a hankie in his pocket with one hand and a mini squeeze bottle. He would pull it out of his pocket right before he was pulling away from the kiss and hold it up to the womans mouth first saying he had to wipe off a smudge of leftover dinner. Before she could pull away he would hold her head to the kerchief so that she would pass out. When she passed out he would take a small hammer out of the small tool caddy located in the glove box. He could use that to hit her on the head in that magick location he had stumbled across so long ago.

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Sliding the drawer open slowly she discovered it was full of junk. There were old wrappers from chewing gum, caps from cola bottles, paperclips, pencils, and much more. It was a mess. Her throbbing headache that had yet to go away left her little patience to peruse further through the chaos that was the drawer. She closed it and lay back down on the bed. It smelled clean. Though, judging from the dust on everything else it was probably not.
She had overexerted herself and found that she was tired. Feeling that lying down might help; she could feel her eyes close against her will she found herself giving in. Sleep would probably help the aching in her head. Then when she awoke she could do more to discover what in the world was going on. She was too far gone to bring herself back now. But, on her way to the dream world she thought she could hear the creaking of a door….

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She awoke with a throbbing in her head. She could not quite pinpoint where the pain originated. Opening her eyes she realized that the room she was in was dim, so it was easy for her to focus. Then, she realized that she did not recognize the room. She was alone, lying on a single bed with a small bedside lamp to her right. It gave off enough light to see around the room. Putting her hands on her head she tried to find the spot where the pain was coming from. She found a small knot on the back of her head on the left side. She tried to remember what happened but for the life of her she could not. Now that she thought about it, she could not remember anything. She did not know who she was, where she was, or even what day it was!
She tried to move off of the bed and received a quick understanding that something was tied to her leg. A chain that was thick and heavy. Though she was chained she still had enough length to get up and explore a little further. At first, when she stood up she thought she would pass out from the pain. Her right ankle felt sprained. Does that mean she was running from someone? Still determined to investigate her situation more, she limped away from the bed.
On the right she noticed that there was a mirror on the wall. As she inched closer, she saw that she could just make out her image. She could tell that she had short hair and that she looked pretty dingy. The mirror itself wasn’t anything to brag about. It had a nice film of dust covering it. Below the mirror, there was a wooden dresser. It was old and dusty as well. Trying to open the drawers she found most of them locked. There were three small drawers for the top row; then below that there were two larger drawers. The two large drawers were open. The first appeared to have extra sheets for the single bed. The one below was filled with hospital gowns.
Slowly hobbling back to the bed feeling discouraged she noticed that the bedside table also had a drawer.

Retraction of Thievery

I called the bookstore yesterday to find that vandalism nor thievery occurred. Their window was smashed out by an eighteen wheeler that drove by. Apparently it was either carrying tires (one falling off the back) or just lost one without knowing it! Or, it seems they didn't know because they did not stop. Yikes.
The worker there told me that the damage was pretty bad and it was lucky that no one was in the area where the wheel came flying in because they would not have survived. Luckily, I did find out that their insurance will cover damages.
More planting was done this week. Yesterday I discovered the Old Farmers Almanac website thanks to a co-worker. I used to read them all the time going to feed stores with my dad. I thought they were the coolest thing ever. Needless to say, I still feel that way! I signed up for the newsletter and started printed all kinds of stuff from their site.
Also, I took some tips yesterday, went and bought seed potatoes and put them in a pot instead of in the ground. It might be a little late to grow them, but I am looking forward to see if they come out. This seems a lot easier than trying to dig them out of the ground when they are ready. They called them trash can potatoes. I did carrots, radishes, and artichokes the same way! I hope I get better results this year than I did last year. We will see!