t-shirt wisdom

If you believe in your heart
that you are right
then you must fight with all your might ~
only the dead fish always swim with the current

You're In my Heart, Pilot

You're there, Pilot.

Fifth intercostal space, midclavicular line ~ that's where I hold you - at the Point of Maximum Intensity of my heart's beat. There's so much to say to you ~ but it's all so visceral ... Your physical absence from me no longer eats me alive.

You, Pilot, I carry in my heart. And I count the weeks, days, hours, minutes until I can touch you, taste you, feel you, smell you.

mute monday ~ courage

41st avenue salad

Ingredients: quartered/diced cooked new potatoes ~ chilled; 1 large spanish onion ~ finely chopped; paprika, garlic pepper; other seasons (all to taste); red, orange and/or yellow bell peppers ~diced; 1 can baby corn cobs (they tend to be long, you may want to chop these in half); 1 bunch of radishes, chopped; maggi sauce; red hot or tobasco sauce; balsamic vinegar, sweet chilli garlic sauce; dill pickles ~ finely chopped; relish; 2 or 3 hard-boiled eggs ~ chopped; 2 or 3 cans of flaked tuna.

~mix all ingredients together and serve~

This is yet another variation of Salad Nicoise. I have this hate-on for green beans, and so, hence, cannot bring myself to put any in my salads. This salad tastes great .... yummy ... but, it is absolutely superb the day after ~ when all the tastes have had an opportunity to mingle and mix.

my favourite publicity

tuna rice salad

Ingredients: cooked white rice ~ chilled; 1 large spanish onion ~ finely chopped; paprika, garlic pepper; other seasons (all to taste); red, orange and/or yellow bell peppers ~diced; maggi sauce; red hot or tobasco sauce; balsamic vinegar, lemon-butter dill sauce; dill pickles ~ finely chopped; relish; 2 or 3 hard-boiled eggs; 2 or 3 cans of flaked tuna.

~mix all ingredients together and serve~

Just something I made up, it's sort of a derivative of Salad Nicoise, which the Pilot made for me once, when I was in Somerset. Being lazy on this particular evening, I chose to substitute rice for potatoes. Yummy ... if I do say so, myself.

obssessions

Remember that song from the 80s? "You are my obsession ... " a group called Animotion sang this song. Well ... hmmm. It seems Frizzy is fighting off the development of yet another obsessive behaviour. Yes, yet another. Grizzle and Growl. I need another obsessive behaviour like I need a hole in my friggin head! And, oh yeah, dear readers, its official. Frizzy has obsessive traits in her psychiatric profile. Ah-ha-ha. As if we all didn't already know that.

Okay. Back to the new-found obsessive behaviour ~ yet another addiction. Snow; the icey sort of snow. FUCK. Fucked up, as well. And so, things have gotten to the point where Frizzy has cut the sordid number out of the address/phone book, placed it in an envelope, sealed and addressed the envelope to herself, stamped it and then posted it in a neighbourhood post box. Now that speaks to the strength of the infant obsession, and the resourcefulness of Miss Frizzy Frazzle.

(Essentially, readers, I've had to cut the supplier's number from the address book, placed it in an envelope and mail it to myself, to ensure against using said number in an impulsive moment of insanity (I have these more frequently than I'd like to admit, recently).