Stuff

Who would believe this photo was taken about 40 miles from my suburban home. Weird.

Do you know what I did one day this week? I noticed my high school yearbook sitting on a book shelf. I picked it up and wondered where all those great looking blonde girls with straight teeth went. Thanks to Facebook, I can now find out things like that. I looked up the homecoming queen, the star of the play, the prom queen, etc... and saw that they got old (and some of them fat) just like me! That was probably evil, but in the scheme of things, not too terribly evil. And it was fun.

I still have a cheesecake in the oven, and therefore cannot go to bed. Tomorrow night is my night to bring dinner for my friend undergoing chemo. We all send out e-mails telling each other what we are bringing so that we don't repeat. I failed to do that last month, and I would like to skip it tomorrow. Everyone else is making all of these uber low fat skinny meals. Oh, not me. My friend is skinny as a rail and needs to gain weight. If I cooked for her every day, and she was able to eat it, she would gain weight like crazy. How can I tell them that I made her corn and chicken chowder (with real cream and butter), will purchase a baguette tomorrow, and obviously, the cheesecake is in the oven.

If I was really sick would I want to eat broccoli and brown rice? I don't think so. But I could be wrong. She loved what I made last month, so I will just keep with the comfort foods. I can't think of a time more appropriate for them.

I'm grateful I get to cook for a friend tonight. I am grateful to have a friend because at the end of my drinking, they were in short supply.

To quote my sponsor: "Life is good on the sober side." I think I shall endeavor to stay there, and I hope you all do too.