Memory Lane

It's game time!

Here's how to play...
1. As a comment on my blog, leave a memory that you have of me. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see who leaves a memory about you.

If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.

Ready? Go!

Okra?

Hey, does anyone have any great ideas or recipes for using some okra?
I'm part of a vegetable co-op, and this week I got a grab-bag of fresh locally grown veggies. Only I'm not sure what to do with the bag full of okra I got. Tomatoes, cucumbers and squash, fine. But okra?
Help?

Judgement at the Checkout Line

Tonight Marty asked me to go to the store and pick up some ice cream. Our new favorite kind of ice cream--black raspberry and chocolate chunk. Yum!

Anyway, I decided that while I was there I might as well pick up some other things that we've run out of. Not a full grocery trip. Just a quick one.

After about 10 minutes I was checking out--I had some fruit, the ice cream (of course!), a couple six-packs of soda (on sale), and frozen entrees for mine and Marty's lunches.

I admit, I laughed at my cart full of food. But I wasn't expecting to have the checkout lady say, "Wow, you really must not cook!" That kind of bugged me. Heck, I wasn't even buying any beef jerky!

Yahoo!

Today at work I needed some tunes. I put in a little cd that I haven't listened to in a long time.
I've spent the rest of the afternoon rocking out at my desk and just having a good time as I work through the afternoon.
I love eighties music. I love Erasure. Bonus: It's Friday.
Yahoo!