dictation's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm cooking vegetarian chili How long do you have to simmer the sauce with the ground veggieburger before it's done? (Yes, you checked your list, saw I'd updated and this is what I give you.) I'm all about the generosity. I gave it half an hour because I'm starving. In the past two months, I've not eaten ANY *real* cheese. Just tofu cheese (which is not the same thing at all.) I have had slim servings of organic skim milk (which is the best damn milk, I tell you. It doesn't go bad before its expiry date). Other than that I have had no dairy. I have kept the calories to between 1,000 and 1,200 a day (with the exception of bakesale day at the office and the occasional desperate need to pig out on really good fattening food - I restrict the pig outs to one day out of every two weeks.) I have lost weight. I can now get into a size 8 pair of pants and a size 6 shirt. But size 8 must be size 6. Ya dig? Those last few free-loading pounds are hanging on like bums. A note to Fat! The vacation is over. Pack your bags and leave the hotel before I bring in the heavy hitters. (Oh how those couch potato pounds laugh and point!) In other news, I wish I didn't still feel like work people were poking their noses in here. I've been thinking of shutting this down and starting anew elsewhere...but then, it's seems kind of lame to do that too. Oh yeah and Lordy Lordy Lordy, the discredited multi-million dollar zoo owners announced today that they will build hippos Gertrude and Harvey a new enclosure. These hippos were exposed to below zero weather for over a month last winter. Unfreakingbelieveable that this is tolerated by the law. Call me psychic, I predicted they would make an announcement of some lame sort today. I also predict that hapless locals will believe the zoo's latest sob story about how money is tight "but we care" and continue to visit that dump in Aldergrove "to educate the kids." Amazing how many kids get that hinky feeling when they see abused animals but their parents don't. Oh my gawd, I almost forgot. A colleague suggested I enter a contest. I'm considering it. Not that I believe for a second I have a chance in hell of ever winning, but I've got nothing to lose and it's become my area of expertise. And by God, wouldn't it be great to win? Yes, yes it would. 7:41 p.m. - 29 April 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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