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My boss just gave me the BEST recipe for a breakfast casserole. She brought it in this morning for us all. I posted it down tharr - I'm feeding it to Calvin tomorrow morning, I think.
High: It's been pouring rain for the last day or so, which I LOVE.
Low: Read the entry, and weep.
I really, REALLY want to have a fun, positive, loving weekend.
The video that's been circulating through e-mail, of that white trombone playing guy on the Steve Harvey show that dances like a mad thing.
"The tide is high, but I'm holdin' on. I'm gonna be your number one..."
Chopsticks with splinters.
I have never been this cold in my whole life.
Round 3,456,723.
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March 5, 2004
Sad
I feel sad today.
I think I'm prone to getting the blues, which I don't allow myself to recognize or acknowledge simply because there's no immediate cause to pinpoint. I am of the personality, breeding, and heritage, that there will be No Whining, especially if there is nothing to whine about.
And yet, I am sad.
Calvin and I are experiencing one of the occasional disconnects that we go through - that, I think, everybody goes through - where I rub him a little bit the wrong way, and he rubs me a little bit the wrong way, and we kind of grouse at each other, and nitpick. He picks on me more, when we go through this, and I withdraw more. Which is, obviously, a bad combination - I take the teasing with less humor than usual, and get waspish. He takes the waspishness more seriously, and gets grumpy. I sigh a lot, he mutters a lot, there's a lot of eye-rolling and gesturing to the heavens, and then we go to bed.
His threshold for boredom is seriously curtailed, and he gets in a Bad Mood(!) when he's bored. My patience with pretty much everything is seriously curtailed, and all I want to do is lock myself in a room and read. The teasing and the waspishness continue.
And then? We just wake up one morning, and everything is All Better. Just like that. Nothing at all is different, and yet it is. I don't get it. I don't question it, and I don't knock it. But I don't get it. I hope tomorrow is that day, though.
The dreams I've been having lately haven't been helping (except for the one last night with Pierce Brosnan. Purrrr....). Most of this week, I've been having this recurring one about Grandma, in the end care home (what an awful name), and how she was that last day that I saw her alive. I can't remember much about the dream except for having the same roiling feeling I felt that day, in that room, holding her hand and feeling like I wanted to pass out, or run away screaming. Plus that whole 'Fiddler on the Roof' perspective, where things are really close up, then really far away, and you're talking (singing!), but the people standing right next to you are acting like you're not even there.
That crap is enough to put anybody in an off mood, I think.
Okay, so I just got off the phone with Calvin. I feel better now. You know that first section up there? Well, I think today may be that day.
Plus, I have the opportunity this afternoon to take some work home, since it's a quiet day. Doing a failure analysis in the comfort of my bedroom is infinitely preferable to my cubicle.
Breakfast Casserole
1 lb pork sausage
1 8oz pkg refrigerated crescent roll dough
8 eggs, beaten
2 cups mozzarella cheese, shredded
2 cups cheddar cheese, shredded
1 tsp. oregano
Cook sausage over medium-high heat until browned, drain, crumble, set aside. Preheat oven to 325 degrees, lightly grease a 9x13 baking dish. Line bottom of dish with crescent roll dough, sprinkle with crumbled sausage. In a large bowl, mix beaten eggs, both cheeses, and oregano. Pour mixture over sausage and dough. Bake 25-30 minutes, or until a knife inserted in the center comes out clean.
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