I finally saw the movie. Very good. Here is a review that I agree with wholeheartedly.
This is why blogging is a challenge for me.
A fellow blogger wrote the paragraph below about something that happened to her recently:
It’s ironic that the last time I wrote it was about being the necessity of being repeatedly broken, and two days later I’d find myself in A&E (the ER) after falling about ten feet onto cold, hard concrete, shattering my arm in three places. I’ve never broken a major bone before, let alone into three pieces, and the agony was… relentless. I was doing a photo shoot with a good friend of mine, and we were incorporating the idea of levitation shots into our theme—something I was enormously excited about, and had done before, resulting in some really cool images looking like some paranormal force was in play. After spending the day shooting out in a small ghost town in the middle of nowhere, we returned to the city to catch some extreme outdoor shots—all with the assistance of my to-be-invisible balancing box. The final shot was going to look awesome—balanced on my box I was going to appear suspended in an alcove halfway up a building—but I had to make sure my feet looked suspended, too—not as if I were standing on something that wasn’t there. As I moved my feet to the edge of the box, it gave way, tumbling from the nook I’d climbed up into and down to the pavement, taking my bones and cries and scrambling limbs with it.
I would just write:
I broke my arm.
Do you see the difference here? It is not that I can’t write well, I just don’t feel the need to tell a story about something like this. There-in lies the problem. Good bloggers tell stories about their experiences.
When I fall in love it will be forever
Love is ended before it’s begun
When I give my heart it will be completely
And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too
P.S. I love this song, especially the melody played by a talented jazz musician like Ben Webster
Well, I did try my hand at two of the recipes in my previous post. The Irish Soda Bread and the Granola. One was a success, the other one not so much.
I will start by telling you that I desperately need a new oven. The oven I have is very sweet and is original to the house, which was built in 1958. The oven is turquoise and simply lovely to look at but it functions very poorly. Especially for baking.
The Irish Soda bread burned way before the time was up on my timer. The taste wasn’t too bad except for the burnt parts. I will try again this week and watch it more carefully.
The granola was a big hit with my husband. I couldn’t eat it due to my braces. My orthodontist has strictly forbidden me to eat nuts of any kind. The granola is made of mostly nuts except the raisins. The granola does take awhile to make since you have to soak the nuts overnight in water. The raisins too. But otherwise it is pretty easy. I just chopped the nuts up in my food processor and then laid them out on a cookie sheet and baked them for 45 minutes.
I have not made the peppermint patties yet. Soon though.
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