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Tornados and chicken I would have added an entry yesterday, except for the massive panic inducing thunderstorms that rolled through during the afternoon and night. The first one came up over the horizon and was so dark I was sure we were in for a tornado. I ran outside, fighting the wind that carried debris and many picnic bread wrappers, pizza rolls packages, etc. screaming for my little brother and he was no where to be found. Right as the trees were all trying desperately to touch the ground, he called, from a friends house the street over. I had to run to the car, drive over and get him. He never told me he was going over there, and I darn near had a heart attack when I couldn't find him. I could just picture the horrible destruction a tornado barreling through would cause, and me searching through the rubble in the aftermath for him. Luckily there was no tornado, but man was I pissed at him. You know the angry/scared feeling you get when someone goes missing and finally turns up? It helped me clean my whole house till it sparkled. After I scrubbed my kitchen floor with pinesol, you could have eaten off that baby. ======================================= Of course then last night I had bad dreams about tornados. In my dream the whole sky was twisting and swirling above my house, and I was in my bedroom. I could see the sky just boiling and twisting through the window, and I was frantically trying to find something to take with me before the tornado hit, but there was nothing I wanted. It was like everything I owned was completely unimportant. I looked back over at the bench seat beside my bed and saw a pink bear I haven't had for years laying there. I jumped over the bed and grabbed it, checked it over to see if it was okay and ran out of the room. The hallway changed from smooth white plaster toyellow painted wood planks that kept getting longer as I ran, and the tornado started ripping the wood planks from behind me and then in front of me. I kept running, dodging flying wood and splinters like it was slow motion. At the end I could see all the members of my family that I was really close to, even those that had died. They were all safe in the room at the end calling and reaching for me. I woke up never having reached them. I'm sure if I thought about it hard enough it has some hidden meaning, but what I don't know. =======================================
I'm looking out my window now and it's just gorgeous. We had a lot of rain earlier and now it's pure blue sky, without a cloud in sight. I'll probably go out and do something after a while. ======================================= Physically I feel great lately. I've gone from 235 lbs to 223. I've eaten mostly boneless skinless chicken and very lean pork loin in the meat department. I've also learned that I am just a complete fool for fruit. Since I've started eating an apple or two, I haven't wanted chocolate or anything. I've also found that when you don't have many ingredients, you can really get creative with your meal options. Here's what I made up last night, just off the top of my head. Chicken and faux salsa: 1 small piece boneless skinless chicken breast, sliced thin 1 can of sliced carrots 1 can whole tomatos 1/4 cup colby and monterey jack shredded cheese 1/4 cup sour cream Throw the sliced chicken in a skillet (with butter flavor cooking spray if you'd like), cook until the edges are brown and leave on low heat, stirring occasionally. Heat the carrots in a saucepan. Heat your tomatos in a separate sauce pan. Dice the carrots as small as you'd like. Put your tomatos on a separate plate and dice those till they're as small as you'd like them. They'll have their own tomato juice so it'll work as salsa. Add the carrots to the diced tomatos, season them with a cajun seasoning mix and california garlic salt, which is garlic salt with parsley. Season to taste. Place the chicken on a bigger plate, pour your salsa mixture over it. Top with the cheese and sour cream and enjoy. I made it up as I went, and surprisingly it was really good. I would have added a lot more veggies if I would have had them, though. I've got to go grocery shopping sometime soon. ======================================= I have this weird thing with me that sometimes I forget I can do things. For instance I used to dance all the time. Everywhere I went I'd always find some reason to spontaneously dance. When my Dad passed away (it'll be 2 years the 31st of this month) I stopped dancing and singing as well. Last night I was in my kitchen, and out of the blue I just broke out into a dance. It was great. So, first I cleaned like a maniac, then I walked to the end of my street and back, and after that I danced all over my kitchen. That should be a good workout for someone who hasn't done much exersizing for a while, right? I've also been taking my time picking out a good yoga video and a gym for weight training. There's a brand new Ymca at the end of my street, so I thought I'd check into how much membership is. It would be good because of how convenient the location is. ======================================= |