Good morning and Sticky Buns to all!
I, of course, am on my diet so no sticky buns for me.
Are you noticing the time that I am posting this? That’s because I am not at work! We have the day off! This is the last holiday until Memorial Day in May (Boo! Hiss!).
I thought about the
Ghost And Mrs. Muir and what you said about not being able to do anything with it as a musical, BK. But it made me wonder: If they can’t do it as a musical, Can it be done as a play? Just wondering. I’m not to up on how copy writes work.
About what Jane said yesterday about slamming on imaginary brakes—I meant to tell you that when I first started riding the bus I was also “driving” it. When we’d come to an intersection, I would look for the traffic and push the “gas” when I thought it was safe to go or hit the “brake” when I thought we should stop.
It took awhile for me to relax and leave the driving to the bus driver. I guess I was so used to doing all of the driving for my mother and myself that it was hard to sit back.
Now, I cherish my time on the bus. I listen to my music, talk to the other people on the bus, read a book and sometimes when I’m not feeling good or very tired, I even sleep. I’ve done my best to try to talk some people into taking the bus but I get this “I want to go where I want to go” or “I’m to independent to ride the bus.” stuff.
And they pay big time for that independence. It costs at least five dollars a day to park, their gas and the wear and tear on the vehicle. I pay $17.50 a month and get there just the same.
I’m not saying I would ride a bus to go get groceries or dog food-- I can just imagine trying to haul 2 twenty pounds bags of dry dog food and the 28 large cans of dog food, not to mention the treats on the bus!—but to go to work it is a very relaxing ride.
How did I get started on all of the above?
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Mexican Food. I adore Chicken and Yellow rice with black beans as a soup or on the side or in with the C&Y rice.
To make it, I just buy a box of Goya Mexican Rice, Chicken Flavor. Then I cut up 2 chicken breasts or thighs into chunks and fry them in a little bit of oil. When they are done, I put the box rice and season pack into the pan and follow the direction on the box to let it cook. I also add my black beans (also Goya) to the C&Y rice or I heat them in a separate pan. As I said, I sometimes get the black bean soup and heat that on the side. It’s just whatever I’m in the mood for but I think that it is yummy.
I couldn’t get my Mom to eat the black beans at first—she thought they were “dirty”. Now she likes them just fine.
I’m afraid that except for Tacos & Taco Salad (which my Mom calls Tecos—That’s our local electric company—she gets it confused) that’s about all the Mexican food I know how to make.
I do like the Taco Salad at Taco Bell but I always have to buy extra sour cream. They never put enough on it to suit me.
I don’t remember what I did on my 21st birthday. I never was into drinking so it never really mattered to me that I was “legal”.