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Jack Sparrow (feat. Michael Bolton)
Monday, July 30, 2012
The Sleepy Time Sandwich
Here is a recipe I came up with one night when I could not go to sleep and my tummy was hungry:
Fresh Thanksgiving turkey (or package turkey, ham, whatever lunch meat you like, as long as it's not really greasy) with two fresh tomato slices, lettuce, a fine coating of yellow mustard on top (just a little...it's *sleepy* time) all on lightly toasted bread. The secret: a healthy amount of butter, soaked into each piece of toast. And that, is a Sleepy Time Sandwich.
Fresh Thanksgiving turkey (or package turkey, ham, whatever lunch meat you like, as long as it's not really greasy) with two fresh tomato slices, lettuce, a fine coating of yellow mustard on top (just a little...it's *sleepy* time) all on lightly toasted bread. The secret: a healthy amount of butter, soaked into each piece of toast. And that, is a Sleepy Time Sandwich.
Twitter-pated
So, I now have a Twitter account. Exciting, right? WRONG. You have to be cool for Twitter to work! No one wants to follow a freak like me! I don't blame them but, it's still sad. I feel like a creeper. All the people I'm following are my favorite celebs. Like *they're* ever going to re-Tweet something I say. I can't even get people to follow me.
If anyone is reading this...will you follow me on Twitter? I promise I'm cooler than I look. That's a lie. I'm looking for friends, though. I want to connect with strangers and share the weirdness that is me! I also want to see if anyone actually looks at blogs anymore. lol. I hope you'll follow me and if you don't...I'll hunt you down and gut you like a fish! Kidding. :)
@MeganViner
If anyone is reading this...will you follow me on Twitter? I promise I'm cooler than I look. That's a lie. I'm looking for friends, though. I want to connect with strangers and share the weirdness that is me! I also want to see if anyone actually looks at blogs anymore. lol. I hope you'll follow me and if you don't...I'll hunt you down and gut you like a fish! Kidding. :)
@MeganViner
Pilchard the Cat
Another random post.
My brother and I are watching Bob the Builder (don't ask) when all of a sudden a blue kitten appears to be sleeping in, what seems to be, a dog house. I had no idea Bob had a cat! Apparently neither does he.
The feline's name is Pilchard. She gets her name because she has a coat of fur that looks suspiciously like a pilchard fish. Pilchard usually
sleeps in her little "cat house" and waits for Bob and the team to return from their day's work.
What really grinds my gears is that Bob has such a cute,
wonderful, and dedicated cat but, yet, he leaves her at home
all the time. Makes me sad.
My brother and I are watching Bob the Builder (don't ask) when all of a sudden a blue kitten appears to be sleeping in, what seems to be, a dog house. I had no idea Bob had a cat! Apparently neither does he.
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| Pilchard Fish |
sleeps in her little "cat house" and waits for Bob and the team to return from their day's work.
What really grinds my gears is that Bob has such a cute,
wonderful, and dedicated cat but, yet, he leaves her at home
all the time. Makes me sad.
 |
| Pilchard the Cat |
Blank Thoughts
Starting a blog is one of the scariest things I have ever done on the interwebs. No idea why. It might be the fact that I have no idea what to blog about. I don't really do anything besides school. This is the reason this post is titled "Blank Thoughts".
Perhaps this will be the place where I lay my hopes and dreams out for all to see. The bits and pieces of my life that I find amusing or odd. (The "odd" part happens a lot.) Probably a little bit of rambling about my hobbies and interests in life. A place to rant when someone needs a high five. In the face. With a chair. You know?
Sorry to say it will more than likely turn into a diary. Don't worry. I'm not one of those horribly romantic, shmoopy, love sick girls that talks about nothing but how she wishes she could meet Christian Grey.
My blog is titled "Edit Room Floor" because my roommate once told me that my random mind was like the editing room floor of life. We were both slightly inebriated at the time and I found it interesting, so it stuck with me. That, and the title "The Editing Room" was already spoken for. Go figure.
So here it goes. Hope you enjoy it. Hope I stick with it. And I have no idea if anyone will ever read this.
Perhaps this will be the place where I lay my hopes and dreams out for all to see. The bits and pieces of my life that I find amusing or odd. (The "odd" part happens a lot.) Probably a little bit of rambling about my hobbies and interests in life. A place to rant when someone needs a high five. In the face. With a chair. You know?
Sorry to say it will more than likely turn into a diary. Don't worry. I'm not one of those horribly romantic, shmoopy, love sick girls that talks about nothing but how she wishes she could meet Christian Grey.
My blog is titled "Edit Room Floor" because my roommate once told me that my random mind was like the editing room floor of life. We were both slightly inebriated at the time and I found it interesting, so it stuck with me. That, and the title "The Editing Room" was already spoken for. Go figure.
So here it goes. Hope you enjoy it. Hope I stick with it. And I have no idea if anyone will ever read this.
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