Thursday, September 19, 2013

Mullets and meals and monitors...


Before I bathed last night, I fetched the scissors and chopped off another two inches of my mullet hair cut.  That means I have now lopped off six total inches in the back and two on the sides, since this is the first time I was able to trim up the sides a bit.  The front side of my hair, though, has not been touched.  Neither have my bangs, which tells you just how horribly short all the top of my hair was.

My hair is admittedly crooked in the back is not all that attractive (I am not a woman who can carry short hair), but now it is barely mulletized at all.

Because I am rather adamant, I have decided to bathe for the entirety of the heart monitoring to help ensure the monitor remains attached, since it is supposed to be protected in the shower.  Of course, getting into and out of a tub is not easy for me and we will not delve into just how dangerous it could be for me to wash my hair in the sink.  [I was extra careful in changing positions when I did so.]  The down side (or up) to washing my hair in the sink in its shortened state is that I ended up with waking to hair sticking straight up.

Poor Amos.  The only time the tub is used is to bathe him, so he couldn't understand why I didn't want him in there with him.  Then, this morning, he look one look at me and leapt off the bed.  He did return, but I clearly startled him.

After trying to tame my hair, I eagerly launched into cooking the honey lime thingy.  At first, I was really disappointed by the honey lime recipe because the sauce never thickened and really didn't seem to flavor the chicken.  I kept thinking about how fantastic the marinade smelled, and then I thought of a way to capture the flavor.  I turned it into Honey Lime Chicken with Rice.  I about died from having to wait for the rice to cook to finish my breakfast/lunch.  But I found the sauced up rice rather tasty.   Really, you could just make up the marinade, heat it up, and then pour it over rice to have an Asian sort of flavored rice for any meal.  For the record, this was the first lime recipe in which I could not actually taste the lime, but then again neither could I taste the honey.

Thus far, in my inexplicable intense hunger for lime in foods, my two favorite recipes are the bloody fantastic Grilled Corn on the Cob with Cheese and Lime (thanks, Marie) and that utterly awesome Baked Mustard Lime Chicken.  I still have most of the second bag of limes, so I need more recipes.

I have been searching high and low for three days, trying to find my missing glass. I keep checking the spare room and the basement, but not a single space of my house was left unvisited. Even the attic.  [Yes, I know it is ridiculous to think that the glass would be in the attic.]  Well, while cooking, I spotted the missing glass.  Sunday, I used it to put all the roses I saved when trimming back the bushes trying to have one productive moment amidst all that sleeping.  I have been walking past the "vase" of roses on the bistro table, enjoying them, since then without ever noticing that I forgot to exchange the glass for a vase.  SIGH.  At least my glass is no longer missing.

I am thinking that the heart monitor is going to show some wonky stuff on it for the last little while.  I was trying to write what I want to write about the body and the Gospel and got no where and ended up weeping.  Amos hopped off the GREEN chair and trotted upstairs to fetch Flower Baby for me.  After shoving her beneath my chin, Amos licked the tears from my cheek and draped a paw across my neck before laying his head on my chest (heart monitor).  So, even if he didn't activate the notation button, he sure activated my heart activity.  How much God must love me to have created Amos and sent him to live with me!

I ended up writing about coping and emotions mingled together.  And ... now ... I am thinking perhaps it might be a good time to try my hand at making the Peanut Butter and Nutella Cheesecake Bars all by myself.  I'm sure Marie would cheer me on where she here.  Mary, too.


I am Yours, Lord.  Save me!

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