WHOA SOUNDS ROUGH WOSH

ALWAYS WONDERED ABOUT THE EFFECTIVENESS

OF THOSE PATCHES

HERE IN HAWAII THERE IS A PROGRAM FOR PEEPS WHO WANT TO QUIT

THEY PROVIDE THE PATCHES FREE OF CHARGE

BUT MAN IN SOME WAYS I'VE FELT IT WAS LIKE

JUMPING FROM ONE ADDICTION TO ANOTHER YA KNOW

AS THE PRIMARY INGREDIENT IS STILL NICOTINE

HAVE TO SAY REFLEXOLOGY WAS A HELP FOR ME

AS IT IS ALL NATURAL

AND UTILIZES YOUR BODY ...BY STIMULATING

NERVE ENDINGS AND YOUR SYSTEMIC PROCESSES

BUT SO LONG WHAT YOU'RE DOING IS HELPING

THAT'S THE PRIORITY

AND IT'S BETTER THAT SLIPPING INTO THE TRAP OF CONSTANT EATING

WHICH IS THE USUAL

I DO HOPE I'M AROUND THE NEXT TIME YOU'RE HERE

DON'T BE A STRANGER

CHIME IN ANYTIME

TAKE CARE OVER THERE

ALOHA

HAVE FUN

Here are screenshots of the two dishes when plated:

1) Open-Faced Italian Breakfast Sandwich


2) Spicey Tilapia Italiano:

Mmmmm
Good job and I would suggest never ever even consider using a jar sauce to try out for that show sweets.

They want peeps who can make it themselves and make sausage apparently too.

I would suggest also a little less sauce on the asparagus for the money shot.


Oh yeah just noticed...I don't even see the
tilapia????
Just trying to help ....I want you on that show.We can say we knew you when and you can be our correspondent

What a great story. You made my day!

You reminded me of when my dear friend Tam and I (inseparable partners in crime, well, actually co-workers) had a break in our friendship. Gawd, this was eons ago.

We did almost everything together from work to after work happy hours, to shopping, you name it. Then suddenly everything cooled. She stopped calling or returning my calls. She was distant from me at work. She'd barely acknowledge me.

I kept trying to confront her to find out what I could have possibly done to offend her and at least attempt to apologize. She kept blowing me off.

Finally, I made one last phone call and left a message on her machine to the effect of I was going to be at a local Mexican restaurant we'd often go to and I was ordering a pitcher of margaritas. If she didn't show up, then that was that.

Well, she showed. She also came out to me that night.

I can't tell you the immense relief afterward. I was so consumed with confusion and then anger. But when she finally told me she was gay, I was so hurt that she kept it from me. In retrospect, I understand why. But then? Not so much. We talked through, er a few, pitchers of margaritas and closed the place.

Today, she and I are still close friends, though we live further away from each other now. I look forward to getting together with Tam and her lovely wife-to-be this summer. As a matter of fact, I think I'll go call her right now.

Thanks for sharing your friendship with Phil and have a great time at the movies!

Everyone needs to keep their friends close and disregard things that are meaningless.

***Edited for tears****

Don't put off for tomorrow what needs to be done today! I came out to my family finally a couple of years ago. Things were strained, but life is better living honestly.

Your friend knows your love - even in death. YOUR MESSAGE IS PROBABLY THE MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL. Don't put off the important things.

Thank you!

Several pages ago peeps were talking about long lost and then found friends and it got me reminiscing. I had a best friend all through high school. We were inseperable. My parents were even semi-cool about parties and drinking because they knew that Paula would take care of me.
My senior year we both worked at a department store as cashiers. This about the time she started dating this one guy. White Trash. Actually, I should capitalize all those letters. I grew up relatively poor (11 kids between the yours, mine & ours). There is a big differene between poor and white trash. I bit my tongue and never told her my feelings for him. Even after he got her arrested. He went through he lane at the store and talked her into only ringing up some of the items. I was on break and came back to see her being escorted along with that dirtbag to the back of the store in handcuffs. I was devastated.
She came from a decent family. Her parents were going through a time that would eventually end in divorce. She loved her dad so much and blamed her mom. Blah blah blah. You know that story. It was very hard on her.
We were in high school in the late 70's. We came from working class parents. Unless you were an academic and got a scholarship college just wasn't an option. No one really discussed school loans back then. We, as girls, we pretty much raised to work, find a man and get married. I know that sounds pretty archiac, even for the late 70's, but that is just they way it was for us back then.
Anyhoo. She continued to date this man much to my chagrin and her mother's. Her mother didn't much like me at first. I'm a little introverted which makes me come off as aloof. We found a common bond in our dislike of her boyfriend. They became engaged. I didn't say anything for a long time. When it came time to plan the wedding she asked me to be her maid of honor. I could not hold my tongue any longer. I told her I could not stand up for her when I thought this man would be her ruin. Not that he hadn't been so far. I couldn't do it for her no matter how much I loved her because I truly thought she was making a mistake. I never saw her again.
I still think about her a lot. I've thought about trying to get in touch with her but it has been over 25 years and I really don't know what I would say. What a [expletive deleted] I was to her about that. I should have kept my mouth shut. But, you peeps story got me thinking about her. Damn all of you

...Unfortunately, this is a common pattern when one decides that it is time to come out. We fear that our closest friends/family will turn away and we can't bear the thought of that loss in the face of such a decision. Your beautiful friend's story/rationale may be different. ...

I need some help. I don't know a whole lot about computers so please bear with me. I have a laptop that is wifi capable--I have no provider, but I was fooling around and it said that there were networks available so I thought I'd try to connect. One came up as an unnamed network, very weak signal, but then another one popped up called *pedophile_WiFi*!!! I'm sick ---is this someone in my neighborhood---should I call the cops----why would anyone name it that???

Oh spent 4 hours looking for them damn teeth!!! I do the glasses thing all the time, but the best is...walking into the kitchen only to forget why I went there!!! I look at it this way...I get to meet someone new every morning when I look in the mirror.

Anyone who knows how to truly define the word FRIEND should applaud the decision you made. It had to have been nearly impossible for you but you never allowed her misguidedness to stand in the way of what you knew was right (or, in this case, wrong) for her. I am confident that she looks back on that situation and agrees with you (and, most likely, wishes she had only listened). Hopefully, your courage has inspired courage in her at some point.

You were not an "expletive deleted"! You were a true friend. Honesty is not always easy. You were honest out of love for her. I am sure that it would be worse for you to look back and think that you condoned her actions by keeping your mouth shut and going along with her. Imagine that and then wonder what happened to her.

Truth in love is NEVER wrong. It may make things turn out differently than hoped - but YOU should sleep well knowing that you followed your heart.

Precisely what she thought. It was her way of pushing me away and hurting me, before I could push her away and hurt her. I couldn't fully understand that then. Later, it hurt me more that she was suffering such low self esteem and fear.

Obviously, as a straight gal, I've never suffered with those feelings or been hated or ridiculed for who I am. To imagine the daily farce she had to put herself through until she could find the strength to come out is amazing to me.

Tam is a really cool chick. She's smart and talented, pretty and funny as alllll get out. All that and she puts up with my crap.
She's my best friend.



And, thank you.

Still here, I won't do it too soon, I'm gonna try this week. I don't wear it when I go to bed and I'm going to delay putting it on a little longer each day, till I won't put it on. Don't want to stay on the nicotine either, but so far so good. Going home now, talk later and thanks so much!

Thanks Note and everyone else for their thoughts and prayers. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this one tragedy. As a friend put it yesterday God must of wanted one hell of a piano player yesterday.

Billy was a great musician and played with his band here in NOLA..... the thing is that got me was a few pages back we all read shared post on loseing friends we had close at one time in our lives. Both Jenn and I could not even let our thoughts of Billy go by numbing our minds with T.V. last night.

I guess with the aftermath of Katrina and hell I can't even count on my two hands anymore the friends and loved ones I've lost over the past two years.... I guess I'm just getting numb to it all now... All I can say is I'm tired of going to funerals.

But your right we will all go on with our regular lives and the cool thing is in a fleet instance be it a smell in the air , a particuler song or a laugh out of the blue I will smile because in that instance I will know Billy is near and trying to get all of us to embrace life. I guess that is what keeps me trudgeing along.

I forget where I heard it but - no wait, it was on Car Talk - this phenom. is called destinisia (forgetting why you were going somewhere). I laughed my substantial a$$ off over that one!

Here are screenshots of the two dishes when plated:

1) Open-Faced Italian Breakfast Sandwich


2) Spicey Tilapia Italiano:

I am enjoying a big fat low cal sandwich with wheat bread, fresh tomato, red lettuce, low cal mayo and one slice of turkey and a Diet Root Beer. The tomato is like heaven with Helmanns's lowfat mayo!

It's 5 minutes to 3am! I am so bad!

Precisely what she thought. It was her way of pushing me away and hurting me, before I could push her away and hurt her. I couldn't fully understand that then. Later, it hurt me more that she was suffering such low self esteem and fear.

Obviously, as a straight gal, I've never suffered with those feelings or been hated or ridiculed for who I am. To imagine the daily farce she had to put herself through until she could find the strength to come out is amazing to me.

Tam is a really cool chick. She's smart and talented, pretty and funny as alllll get out. All that and she puts up with my crap.
She's my best friend.



And, thank you.

Oh, I'm definitely calling her Tula from now on.

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One of my favorite breakfasts is toasted and buttered sourdough bread and thinly sliced, fresh tomatoes simply salted and peppered.

*swoon*

Or a good old fashioned tomato sandwich with Hellman's.

Good Lard, I can't wait for this season's crop to start!

It should be Tula Dos Equis: Cookin' for Love.

It should be Tula Dos Equis: Cookin' for Love.

Here are screenshots of the two dishes when plated:

1) Open-Faced Italian Breakfast Sandwich


2) Spicey Tilapia Italiano:

Since you posted these, I will critique.

Both plates look like stuff covered in sauce. As a "casting agent" I would assume from the pictures that the sauce is there to hide the dish. Sauce should be a compliment - a color splash - to the dish that is now buried under it. If you need that much sauce, the dish itself must not be that good.

I am sure that both dishes are great. Look carefully and objectively at your photos (bring your "film-maker's eye", bring your song and your poetry - all of your award winning talents) and see if the photos still inspire you. Think of yourself as the casting agent -- would YOU cast these dishes? Do these photos impart a snapshot of desire for what lies beneath?

I suggest a replate, with much less sauce, for each and a 45 degree angled photo to show all layers (no longer hidden) and a depth of field - drawing us towards what might be beyond that which we see in camera focus.

What a beautiful day Sunny and Nice,, The Hornets beat the Spurs last night... Last day of Jazz Feast..... I'm watching a movie on the couch see police car after police car go back notice some cars are reverseing the wrong way down our street. I go out to my stoop and wonder why there are so many police at the end of my block? Jenn comes out looks and says what the Hell is going on? A crowd is starting to happen at the end of the block.

We mosey down to see what is going on? Well how can such a great day turn so badly in an instance? Turns out a good friend of ours and three other people were standing on the sidewalk talking and a 15 year old girl being given a driving lesson comes around the corner hits the gas and plows into them on the sidewalk. Our Friend Billy was killed... I had just talked to him two days ago another friend Mike is in the Hospital... they say he will be fine....

Life is taken so quickly now a days...

Admittedly, there is FAR too much sauce on the fish dish. It was bad judgement on my behalf with how I plated it.

But the breakfast sandwich, there isn't any sauce, so I'm not sure I follow your meaning for "both plates look like stuff covered in sauce".

The second looks like a train wreck.

Fair enough. Looking more closely, I see eggs on bread. Lovely eggs and lovely bread. I don't remember - what is that recipe?

I called the cops and reported the pedophile_WiFi network. I probably will never know what comes of it because the cops told me it isn't illegal to use that name. I ran around and told all the neighbors with children and asked them to spread the word. I felt better for a minute...til I went online and found out that there are 19 REGISTERED sex offenders in my neighborhood.

I'm really looking for that tropical deserted island now----anyone...anyone????

2 thickly cut slices of italian bread that I grilled on both sides.
3 eggs that are seasoned in-pan with salt, pepper, garlic powder, parsley and cooked over-medium.

The eggs are laid over the grilled italian bread and topped with a bit more parsley.

Good for you!! Rest assured that you have done your part! The world is a dangerous place. I will pack my bags to join you!

Admittedly, there is FAR too much sauce on the fish dish. It was bad judgement on my behalf with how I plated it.

But the breakfast sandwich, there isn't any sauce, so I'm not sure I follow your meaning for "both plates look like stuff covered in sauce".

so yeah... it looks like "lovely eggs on lovely bread" because... that's what it is! But seasoned a somewhat unusual (and delish) way!

C'mon along sweetie!! I can grow a great vegetable garden, we can fish, so we'll eat well. Then we can spend lazy evenings on the beach enjoying a tropical drink!