Nov 29, 2013

Plans for the weekend

I wish you all a wonderful, warm and happy weekend!


I'll be reading


 (a very serious candidate to my always growing top 10 :))
(and before you ask: that's my nightstand... I was pilling re-readings while waiting for DW :))


 while listening to: 


*** Young Magic "Sparkly" *** 




Nov 28, 2013

Happy Thanksgiving

"So what's to eat?" 
Too much, Spence decided as the family gathered around the table late that afternoon.
The huge turkey in the center of the hand-crocheted tablecloth was only the beginning. Faithful to her adopted country's holiday, Nadia had prepared a meal that was an American tradition from the chestnut dressing to the pumpkin pies. 
Wide-eyed, Freddie gawked, staring at platter after platter. The room was full of noise as everyone talked over and around everyone else. The china was mismatched. Old Sasha lay sprawled under the table near her feet, hoping for a few unobtrusive handouts.
She was sitting on a wobbly chair and the New York Yellow Pages.

As far as she was concerned, it was the best day of her life.

Nadia, her cheeks rosy with the pleasure of having her family together, slipped a hand into Yuri's as he lifted his glass. 
"Enough," he said, and effectively silenced the table.
"You can argue later about who let white mice loose in science lab. Now we toast. We are thankful for this food that Nadia and my girls have fixed for us. And more thankful for the friends and family who are here together to enjoy it. We give thanks, as we did on our first Thanksgiving in our country, that we are free."
"To freedom," Mikhail said as he lifted his glass.
"To freedom," Yuri agreed. His eyes misted and he looked around the table. 
"And to family."


Taming Natasha





Nov 19, 2013

What’s in your fridge?

But what was she doing with her head in his refrigerator?
"What are you doing?"
"Fixing you breakfast. You have one egg. How would you like it?"
"Cooked." He drained the cup and hobbled back for another dose.
"Your bologna's green, and there's something in here that might be
alive." She took out the egg, a hunk of cheese, and a heel of bread.
"I've never seen things move in a refrigerator before. Got a skillet?"

Public Secrets

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Photographer Mark Menjivar wants to know. The 33-year-old San Antonio, Texas, native has spent the past four years snapping the insides of people’s refrigerators for “You Are What You Eat,” a photo series that recently inspired his first book, simply titled "Refrigerators," to be published in December.

“I was hoping to learn about people through their food — refrigerators are a private space — but more importantly to shine light on how people take care of their bodies and our food supply,”

 

SHINE


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 “Me too. Then what do you say we flip to see who cooks dinner?”
“Buzzing up sissy frozen dinners isn’t worthy of a flip.”
“I was thinking of the steaks we have in the meat drawer of the fridge.”
“We have steaks?” The day got brighter. “We have a meat drawer?” She smiled and got to her feet.
“Yes, we do.”
“Okay, the meat drawer probably came with the fridge. How did we get steaks? Do you have a magic cow somewhere?”
“No, I have a fairy stepmother, who delivers. I asked Syl if she’d pick us up a couple steaks, Idahos, some staples I needed. She dropped them off today, including a bunch of fresh vegetables and fruit because she thinks we need those, too. That’s why there are fresh vegetables in the crisper. And yes, we have a crisper.”
He decided there was no point in telling her he’d looked in the fridge and seen none of those things.
There’d just be some variation of his mother’s standard crack about Male Refrigerator Blindness
Syndrome.

 The Search

Nov 18, 2013

So Happy! Magick arrived!!!

Today I got the best phone call of the week...  calling from work's reception to say I had a delivery... Christmas is near and my mind flies "A Gift?"... Yes, definitely.  
MY DARK WITCH!!!!

Today kids might have to go without Dinner ahahaha - can't wait to get started... 





Might not return here soon...

Nov 4, 2013

Couch Potato Dogs



Mitch had named him Taz, after the Tasmanian Devil from the old Warner Brothers cartoons, but Taz was hardly a whirlwind of energy. 
He yawned now and rubbed his back lazily on the rug. 
He liked Mitch. Mitch never expected him to do anything that he didn't care to, and hardly ever complained about dog hair on the furniture or an- occasional forage into the trash. Mitch had a nice voice, too, low and patient. Taz liked it best when Mitch sat on the floor with him and stroked his heavy brown fur, talking out one of his ideas. Taz could look up into the lean face as if he understood every word.
Taz liked Mitch's face, too. It was kind and strong, and the mouth rarely firmed into a disapproving line. His eyes were pale and dreamy. Mitch's wide, strong hands knew the right places to scratch. 
Taz was a very contented dog. He yawned and went back to sleep.
When the knock came to the door, the dog stirred enough to thump his tail and make a series of low noises in his throat.
"No, I'm not expecting anyone. You?" Mitch responded.

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"Taz is a firm believer in conserving energy. Why run if strolling gets you to the same place?" Mitch went back into his office, rooted around and came up with Taz's leash. "He doesn't chase cars, other dogs or park police. He will, however, stop at every tree."

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