| What's Cooking |
[Jul. 23rd, 2004|02:23 pm] |
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So there's this cooking school in Lafayette called What's Cooking? - I had them send me a schedule for their summer classes and there is a Thai class that sounds realy good. It's a one-day class that costs $45 and you learn how to make: Thai Spicy Mushrooms, Pad Thai with Shrimp and Chicken, Green Sweet Shrimp Curry, Coconut Sorbet. Yummmm.... |
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[May. 24th, 2004|05:59 pm] |
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I love grenadine. I think, like Mary Poppins, it's practically perfect in every way. |
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| hrrmmpphh! |
[Apr. 23rd, 2004|01:24 pm] |
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Just got my ass kicked across the chess board by neckbonejones. I get too frustrated by chess. I get really into the game and then my struggling intellect makes stoopid mistakes and I can't use my words and get too mad... |
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[Apr. 19th, 2004|01:51 pm] |
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"Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in." Leonard Cohen |
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| Oh yeah, that sucks nizzle |
[Apr. 7th, 2004|09:40 pm] |
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Do you ever wake up feeling nervous and excited like the first day of school and can't remember what in hell you should be so damn happy about? And then you remember that you bought a new pair of underwear the day before or you are getting free lunch at work? And then you wonder if you are doomed to a life of pathetic little victories and celebrating the mundane. Then you think to yourself, "I must just be easily entertained." Just wondering... |
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| Pucker up big lips! |
[Apr. 7th, 2004|09:35 pm] |
I can't stand people who kiss ass. Sycophantic morons blowing smoke up butt holes. This was prompted from an experience at work but then I was browsing some of the LJs and came across the same thing. Don't mind me I'm just blowing off steam... |
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| My Anniversary Poem to Josh |
[Apr. 1st, 2004|09:46 pm] |
There once was a boy
With a lopsided grin
And a girl with a mean, nasty glare.
He had long arms
And she had short legs
And they both had jet black hair.
Once was a summer
With the warmest sun
And everlasting stars.
And somewhere between
The mountains and city,
They both ended up on Mars.
His lopsided grin melted away
Her mean and nasty glare,
He embraced her with his long, long arms
And the help of a concrete stair.
Far, far away
From where they began
They've ended up today
Still in love and best of friends,
Together they plan to stay. |
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| Sage Pug |
[Mar. 31st, 2004|08:09 pm] |
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Daisy's black face hair is turning gray. Do you think she might want some Grecian Formula? She seems to be aging gracefully enough but I know how I feel about my hair and if I were a pug I might appreciate a little assistance fighting the years back... |
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| I feel sick |
[Mar. 31st, 2004|07:50 pm] |
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Oh my gosh I ate too much of Josh's damn tofu. I imagine the soy curd fermenting in my stomach as I write this. Ok so I'm being melodramatic but after a few bites, tofu starts to make me feel so full. Now I will quit whining. I think I am going to sign up for this Tapas cooking class at this place in Lafayette. Cooking is one of my favorite hobbies and I love to cook big meals for friends and family. I really want to take a class at the Culinary School of the Rockies but they are really expensive. |
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| Rachels got a brand new bag |
[Mar. 30th, 2004|09:31 pm] |
I can never really explain exactly what it is about the right handbag that can take my breath away - like a sunset or a new baby. I know it sounds shallow and I wouldn't admit it to most people but I just get so excited when I see one - sitting there on the shelf, beckoning. To me they are art and can represent so many different moods and emotions. Sassy, elegant, businesslike, accomplished, freespirited, rich. You can be any girl you want to be if you are carrying the right bag and attitude to match. Too bad a $300 purse has to end up the home for chewing gum and bad checks. And now I have my purse and it just makes my "vintage" jeans look used... |
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| Cuteness Can Kill |
[Mar. 30th, 2004|08:51 pm] |
Every morning on the way to work, I see this woman walking her baby pug puppy. And that pug is so freakin' cute I just want to knock the lady over, steal her pug and leave her bleeding on the sidewalk. I love baby pugs that much... I don't think I will do anyone violence over a small domestic creature anytime soon but beware because I'm out there and there are others like me.
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| Whoopdee freakin' doo! |
[Mar. 30th, 2004|09:44 am] |
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Hi. My name is Rachel Divine and I guess I am starting this live journal. I fail to see the reasoning in why anyone else would care about my boring life but in the interest of humoring my husband, I will be posting updates of my mundane existence. Enjoy! |
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