New recipes
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I have added and updated recipes.
And a old ones too.
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I have added and updated recipes.
Today was my first day of trying to get in shape. I started the Couch to 5k, treadmill program. I made it, and my legs don’t feel like jelly nor did my heart explode. I take that as a good thing. I also started the 100 Push-Ups and 200 Sit-Ups routines a few weeks ago. I’m a bit surprised at how quickly I’ve adjusted to the work outs.
I also started a new job 2 weeks ago. The commute is farther, but the pay increase was a nice one and makes it worth it. I can say in the year I worked at my previous job, I never ran into a coworker “out in the wild”* and in the week leading up to this new job I met two coworkers out and about. If nothing else, I think that means that the personalities should mesh better.
Also, kicked up the house hunt. I am very actively pursuing a mortgage. I think now is a good time to buy … sure prices are still falling, but I don’t want to wait too long … again. WE are sticking to the smaller towns off the main roads. I see a lot I like, even though the dream of a 4 bedroom, 2 bath on 4 acres with a stream is hard … there a quite a few 3 bedroom, an office and 1 bath that fit the rest.
Here’s hoping.
* Of course this past weekend I did run into a old co-worker. Not an office mate, but a guy I saw around campus a lot. Just had to go prove me wrong.
Five surgeons are discussing the types of people they like to operate on.
The first surgeon says: I like to see accountants on my operating table because when I open them up, everything inside is numbered.
The second responds: Yeah, but you should try electricians! Everything inside them is color-coded.
The third surgeon says: No, I really think librarians are the best. Everything inside them is in alphabetical order.
The fourth surgeon chimes in: You know, I like construction workers. Those guys always understand when you have a few parts left over.
But the fifth surgeon shut them all up when he observed:
You’re all wrong. Politicians are the easiest to operate on.
There’s no guts, no heart, no balls, no brains, and no spine. Plus, the head and the ass are interchangeable.
Not to kill but to nurture life.
Not to steal but to receive what is offered as a gift.
Not to misuse sexuality but to be caring and faithful in intimate relationships.
Not to lie but to be truthful.
Not to intoxicate with substances or doctrines but to promote clarity and awareness.
Not to speak of others’ faults but to speak out of loving-kindness.
Not to praise self at the expense of others but to be modest.
Not to be possessive of anything but to be generous.
Not to harbor anger but to forgive.
Not to do anything to diminish the Triple Treasure but to support and nurture it.

Ramsey and the movement’s followers say that at 6 p.m. on Saturday, May 21, the ground will quake, graves will open and many of the dead will ascend to heaven. Two hundred million of the ‘saved’ — dead or alive — will float up. Those left behind will be doomed to live among blood, destruction and disease for five months before God annihilates the Earth on Oct. 21.
– Huffington Post – 5/20/2011
It’s 2011/05/20 11:30 EDT and all is quiet. Only 30 hours to go.
Wow. I still feel like I’ve only been back for a few months, but we are coming up on 12 months quickly.
Looking back I can’t help but think VT didn’t want us. All the troubles getting out of BZB and then the delays in getting into the apartment, a record amount of ER time for Lisa, the third snowiest winter ever, the rainiest April ever … zoinks. And that doesn’t even touch on my ER time, the Subaru falling apart, the Focus needing tires before it pass inspection, lack of water during floods, or any of the 2 million daily annoyances. Like today.
After a less than awesome few days at the office, I got up this morning to a complete and total lack of coffee. One Hundred percent my fault. I get a small list of things we need; tissues, meat for chili, etc. Go out to the Subaru to find two flat tires, on the passenger side … about 8 inches from a house. Odd. It appears to have been slashed … ugh … the neighbor. The one that two days ago, gave us lip for stepping on his lawn to pluck some dandelions.
Welcome to Vermont … I hope you’ll enjoy your stay.