dinner for 1

at the moment i'm blogging and attempting to make dinner. if you know me it's pretty common that i start something, get distracted and start another task, forget what i began. whatever, lol, just like now, i started dinner and then decided to blog. anyways...the point of this blog is that i'm making dinner by myself! started off good, first i put the chicken in the oven set the timer, began to blog. then i thought well i'm pretty hungry so i'll make some rice too. ok, found some cheddar and broccoli rice, i added the water and turned the stove on put the pan on the stove. started back to blogging again, a few minutes later i got up to check it, and DUH! i set the pan on the burner that's not on! where's britt when i need her?! making supper used to be quite the event when there was 5 of us here, i never really had to cook since i didn't get off work til 5 and someone usually had it started by then. guess it's a fine time to start!

swine flu tip

don't do this....

a little humor...

on the count of 3, lift!

chicka chicka wha!?

forgive me Father for i have sinned...

baked beans

i just might start blogging more than facebooking! is that really possible? anyways my friend katie sent this e-mail at work the other day and i about fell out of my chair laughing! thanks for the afternoon laugh katie!

Baked Beans - One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans. Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way homefrom work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All the way home, I made sure that I released ALL the gas. Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly,"'Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight!" He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call. The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage!!! Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my handsback on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused, ''Happy Birthday!''

I fainted ! ! !

just getting started!

yikes! i already have writer's block! i got a little push from my friend to start this so i'll give it my best shot. i'll give you a little bit of everything that happens in my daily life. check back soon, as i will figure out something else to "blog" about!