1. Yakisoba noodles

2. Star-shaped hard boiled egg

3. Fruit salad: cherries and orange slices

Last week:



Sammiches:

1. Egg & tomato

2. Asparagus & prosciutto

3. Strawberries

Two were not enough for John, so he came home hungry. I'll keep that in mind next time I make sandwiches for him-




1. Pan fried salmon

2. Blanched bean sprouts

3. Rolled omelette

4. Miso-stuffed shishito peppers

5. Gyoza dumplings

6. Strawberries

No lunch picture for Friday, since I overslept and basically had to dump the rice and meat into one container.

This week's lunches:



1. Beef panfried with soy sauce

2. Cucumber and ham

3. Hard boiled egg w/ paprika

4. Stir-fried cabbage w/ garlic, dried cranberries, and balsamic vinegar

5. Orange



1. Ham and asparagus

2. Miso filled shishito peppers

3. Gyoza dumplings

4. Shrimp pan fried in a little bit of butter and soy sauce

5. Oranges and cherries



1. Pork and asparagus roll

2. Sugar snap peas

3. Shiitake with cheese

4. Gyoza dumplings

5. Oranges and strawberries

Only two lunches this week, seeing that on Friday my body felt like lead, and I was in no mood to make a lunch for John. Poor guy, he was very gracious about it though (^_^)



1. Leftover Okonomiyaki

2. Leftover Eggplant Parmesan

3. Carrot sticks sauteed in soy sauce

4. Curry deviled egg

5. Miso filled peppers

Extras: chocolate, and okonomiyaki sauce



1. Inarizushi ("pocket sushi") w/ pickled ginger

2. Miso filled peppers

3. Rolled omelette

4. Cocktail sausages

5. Pot stickers

6. Strawberry

Como te extraño...

Only two lunches, since Thursday was spent running around with the hubs.



1. Leftover hamburger meat in a soy sauce glaze

2. Blanched green beans

3. Potsticker (I love having those around the fridge, they make great fillers)

4. Stir-fried baby bell peppers

5. Cherry tomato

6. And the reappearance of a prune




1. Leftover tuna salad

2. Cherry tomatoes

3. Miso filled shishito peppers

4. Cocktail sausage

5. Curry croquette (store-bought)

6. Chocolate and tonkatsu sauce for the croquette

It's been a pleasant enough week...I leave you with a picture of Sofa, looking like a sad Wookie...

1. Pork w/ Korean bbq sauce

2. Leftover green bean salad

3. Veggie Potstickers

4. Rolled Omelette

5. Pan-fried bell pepper and a strawberry

Tomorrow we're off to my in-laws for a BBQ. I really need to play with the settings I take the pictures in, but it's hard in our apartment since it's nearly a cave when it comes to natural light.

Yakisoba noodles, leftover cornish hen from last night's dinner, cherry tomatoes, strawberries and a prune. Yes, we love prunes.

I always get a fit of the giggles whenever I see this:

It's finally over-

I get to pick up my hubby tonight at the airport!!!!!!

I made a comment on another person's journal, regarding this article Scandalous! Air Force Staff Sgt. in Playboy, not necessarily about the fact that, given her job, she had posed nude. But more along the lines of what the editing staff of Playboy did to her overall appearance. I wasn't downright catty, but I was not kind either.
While I still hold fast to my original opinion that it is ridiculous how much they changed her looks, it made me wonder why women tend to be so critical. Not only about themselves, but each other. The well known argument of nurture vs. nature...most of what I assumed to be men, commented that she was still an attractive woman, in fact, that they preferred her "after" pictures.
Examples of this even happen with my husband, he has often told me I look "very cute" without make-up, and that he really likes the way I look without it.
So, what gives ladies?

Something else that irks me about these Playboy "after I did the photo-shoot" interviews...

"Like most people,” she said, “it’s been a dream since I was a kid. I’ve always wanted to do it. It was incredible.”

Huh? No, you wanted attention since you were a kid, you did not want to pose naked. There's a difference. I have read so many of these girls spout that bullshit line-when I discovered my dad's Playboys all I did was giggle my ass off. Not once did a light-bulb go over my head with me thinking "Wow! I want to do a soft-core porn photo-shoot when I grow up!"
I will be so happy when one day I see one of these girls just say "Oh, I did it for the attention, and the money."
If anything, I'll at least give her props for being honest.

ETA: Yes, I can be very catty and critical, the people that have known me for years can attest to this. I am trying to be a bit more tolerant[there's that word again] of others, however, this can prove to be very difficult, given the fact that I am so goddamn cynical of nearly everything and everyone.

Brock: Alright, fine, I hate you. Hey, are you hungry? I'm thinking about making grilled cheese.

Dr. Orpheus: I accept your hatred!




Venture Brothers marathon on Adult Swim, because I am a geek like that.

There is nothing that I abhor most than having to go out and do anything during Christmas. Add to this cold rain, wet roads and you have all the people that irritate me coming out in throngs-stupidity at it's highest. You want to turn onto the street? oh sure, but make sure you wait an aeon before doing so, and when you do, wait until I am two feet from you and move that car veeeery sloooowly. Take your time, and pay no attention to the sound of my screeching tires. You halfwit, with your "I have two words...rock on!" license plate, on top of being an imbecile, you're tacky!

I never thought that having to go out and purchase dog food, would bring me back home in such a foul mood.

Excellent series of beauty product parodies from the Australian comedy show CNNNN

Today I received a package, which contained the Minx Boots with Bat Buckles from Pennangalan Dreams that I had been ogling over for aeons, but could never afford.

The package was a special gift from my beloved soldier. Thank you so much Pickles...I love you.

"I've got a fear I can't explain
My fears stretch up to the sky
But I won't fall
Just need some time
I'm hoping still
I'm sure I'll find"-The Cranes

I'll be good Pickles, and I'll be here when you return from your mission. Know that I have never been happier in my life, and that I have never met a truer gentleman. I took a chance and was rewarded. My search ended nearly two years ago, on that crisp Spring morning in the San Francisco International Airport-time stood still as my eyes glided towards a shy and handsome bespectacled yound man...

We will see how long before I get back up on the net.

The sweet little creature known as Noodles passed away. She was one of the ferrets I had to leave behind prior to my move to California. I take comfort in the fact that she died in the loving home of Miss zoloft and jackylfan. Even though I had to leave you(and something that I has left me with feelings of guilt that are unshakeable), your death has still affected me. I tip my hat to you Noodles, you made quite an impression on everyone that had the fortune of knowing you.

Everything is slowly sinking in. I wore the sweater you left for me, believing it would somehow bring me closer to you. Yet, I awaited for the familiar graze of your palm against my stomach in vain. All I could do is draw my legs in closer to my body in order to drown out the hefty space, block out the strange aching tearing a path through my body. Funny how words have found me, after nearly two years of silence, always grasping at the ebbing and flowing of emotions that came so naturally to me before moving out here. Everything was packed, sealed and protected. Now there is only this, a heavy drawn out massiveness upon my torso. I will be the first to admit not knowing it's purpose or reason. I am regretting words that were allowed to carelessly transform, and fall from my lips; and the wrongful feelings which came along with them. Everything felt jumbled, almost in a frenzy to be let out. After being dropped off by your father, I went shopping for a slew of things I did not need, nor that I coud afford. It was an empty, bottomless action and experience. In low spirits I made my way home to drink and play the sims, all the while questioning my strength and the nearly bittersweet weight of longing for you once more. At the end of the night, I allowed the dog to sleep on the bed with me, if only to have something warm and breathing within my presence.

I have started off the New Year on a bad note. My hard drive crashed(which I just recently revived thanks to the help of coffinail), but worst of all, the one announcement that tore my heart into flowing ribbons-
John is going to Afghanistan for a year.