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Last night for dinner we had a banana split from here. I begged jj to let us go there again tonight for the same heavenly confection. He said no. So instead, we had Coconut Curry Tofu.

It was beyond good. I think that I will make it every week for a while. And it makes a lot.

Coconut Curry Tofu
2 bunches green onions
1/2 teaspoon brown sugar
1 1/2 teaspoon curry powder
1/4 cups soy sauce
1 1/2 teaspoon minced fresh ginger
2 teaspoon chili paste
1 14 ounce can coconut milk
1 pound firm tofu, cut into cubes
4 roma tomatoes, chopped
1/4 cup chopped fresh basil
1 yellow bell pepper, thinly sliced
4 ounce fresh mushrooms chopped
4 cups chopped bok choy

1. Do all the chopping of vegetables first.
2. In large skillet over medium heat, mix coconut milk, 3 tablespoons soy sauce, brown sugar, curry powder, ginger and chili paste. Bring to a boil.
3. Stir tofu, tomatoes, yellow peppers, mushrooms and finely chopped green onions into the skillet. Cover and cook for 5 minutes, stirring occasionally. Mix in basil & bok choy. Season with salt and remaining soy sauce. Continue cooking for 5 minutes, or until vegetables are tender but crisp.
4. Serve with rice.

I did not have ginger, so I used nutmeg. I used that chili paste with the chicken picture on the bottle. If you make this with tofu, get it from Wild Oats. It was so good, I have had it from other places and theirs was the best. But you could make it with chicken or anything else you wanted to use. I used a red bell pepper and canned mushrooms. To cut up bok choy you do it just like celery that you would use in chow mein or stew or something.

Try this though and if you don’t want to make it, call me and I will make it for you.

Yum.

Also, I made this wedding announcement today for no one in particular. The flowers are from pictures that jj and I took while on a walk last Sunday. Natural habitat is so pretty.

Tonight we put the kid to bed at 8ish and around 9ish he was screaming bloody murder. So I went to see what was going on and he had one of his little legs stuck in the slats of his crib and could not get himself out. He was so sad. So I tried to get him out and I could not do it either. So I yelled for jj and he did not come and I kept trying. I really could not get him out though and I started to try taking the front of the crib off and I yelled for jj again, he did not come. Finally, somehow, the kid just got himself loose and I picked him up and we went and yelled at dad. Grrrr. Sometimes the deaf make me so angry.

I am not a vegan, although I have posted a vegan link on the right side of this site. I am in favor of all good and healthy food. I find this Vegan Lunch Box website inspiring.

I ran in the Step Rock Run 5k on Saturday. It was part of Herriman Town Days, and because my mom works for them, I am often tempted to participate in their activities. I also design for them, as I have said before, so I like to see what my designs look like in real life and not just on my computer.

Anway, I ran the 5k in 28ish minutes and was 5th place out of all the women, and 2nd in my age division. I was amazed. I got a medal. I am so proud. I don’t know how many people ran it, but I could not have done any better. For like the last mile there were no women in front of me to pass.

Go me!

I read today on a friends blog that she is censoring her blog. It makes me sad, because I like her sarcastic take on life and I don’t want it to change.

However, I have been thinking a lot about this lately also. I don’t want to offend anyone who doesn’t deserve it. I am going to go back through my post and delete things I am worried will hurt other people.

I am sad that some of this will be gone, but it is probably better that way. You probably won’t even notice that I have done anything, I just thought that you should know.

Some people like to get burned.

If I had never heard about fire and someone mentioned it, I would check books out from the library and research it online. I would learn that fire is hot, and it can burn. If people told me that it was hot and burned I would listen to them. Especially if lots of people, who had my best interest at heart, told me. I would listen.

Some people stand and smile nicely when they are told that fire can hurt them and then turn and jump in. They have to learn for themselves, no matter the consequence.

I don’t get it.

Today, I destroyed my only bra today. Well, the only bra that fits properly. It is one that I have had since high school. If you had seen it, you would not have known it was that old. It was in great shape. Probably because I bought it and promptly grew out of it.

I have been a B/C cup most of my life, well I have been trying to be a C. I have liked that size. It is just enough, I feel. Not to big, not to small, just enough to be proud. This bra that I destroyed was a B cup, and it was beautiful in a lacy and pretty kind of way, not a I want to reveal it all way.

So, today as I was doing laundry I threw it in with everything else. I always wash them, but then I pull them out and let them air dry. However, when I went to get my clothes out of the washer, I found that I had thrown the arm hole around the agitator and all my clothes were nice and waded up on one side of the washer. I got all that I could out of the tight little ball of clothing. When I could get not more I had to go and get the scissors and cut it to pieces. It was wound that tightly. Sad.

So, I have been wearing my wash day bra all day today. I don’t know what the point of wearing it . It is the next closest one to fitting that I have, but I do not even come close to filling it. When jj got home we went to Target on a quick bra replacement mission. I went and picked out a bunch of B cup bras. Surely, if my C cup wash day bra was to big then a B will fit. Wrong was I. I was so ashamed. I tried on all the B bras that I had, the push up padded ones kind of fit. But I was horrified to find out that I was an A Cup!! I, the mother of a child, the one who has been proud of her bosom most of her life, looked down and realized that my lovely nursing cleavage was completely gone and that I did not fit into B cups.

I went back out of the dressing room with my tail between my legs and forced myself to find some A cups that would maybe make me not look even more like a 14-year old child. I tried on all the A cups and realized they were made for children who had not born children. I could not get my saggy boobs to even come close to staying in those perky things.

So I went for the mega push-em-up push-em-up way up B cup. When you look at me on Sunday and see them and think they don’t look that bad. Remember that most of that lovely shape is made by a bra that was filled with foam and held in shape by a metal form fitting cage. They are not mine.

Here are my measurements:
Two flat and saggy pancakes.
One hanging out stomach, as in it hangs out next to me on the bed.
One big bottom, I think this is where my bosoms have gone, they have just migrated south for the rest of my life.

Here are about a million pictures to load and bog down your browser. I am considering Flickr or Picassa. I have not made any decisions yet though.

I just made these wedding announcement for a couple. The names have not been changed to protect the innocent. But I really thought they were cute.

Variation on a theme.

Somosas, they are delightful little pockets of cauliflower, carrots, onions and curry wrapped in phyllo dough; homade roll and a Clif Nectar bar, they are so good; yogurt and frozen blueberries; carrots and celery.

Stuffed green bell pepper; devils food chocolate pudding and frozen raspberries; Macadamia nuts and some gross thing from Hawaii that jj loves; spinach salad with Italian dressing on the side.

Chicken vino bianco (from The Olive Garden); carrots and celery; yogurt and frozen blueberries; cantaloupe.

Steamed rice; Shrimp and veggie chow mien for the rice; nectar bar (yum); pudding and raspberries.

Chicken Cesar wrap from Wingers; pudding and raspberries; pear slices; spinach salad.

I made this for dinner one night. I only cook really well like once or twice a week and I always plan to pre-made or eat out nights into the week. These are from one of the nights I cooked. Salmon skewers on a bed of couscous, grilled zucchini, and lettuce. It was really good, but way to much zucchini was made.

Gentry also likes to watch me cook and he has picked up my habit for organizing food. He has placed our potatoes in the cup holders of the cooler.

This is Gentry kissing his only cousin Lillie.

Don’t some people give you a revolting feeling, like the thought of a paper cut in your eye.

On Monday I made sure that everyone in my family knew that my patience reservoir for the year had dried up and that it had dried up the previous Saturday, and I was not to be bugged any longer.

At dinner time when I was supposed to be cooking frozen pizza, I threw a chocolate box from the living room into the kitchen with all the furry of my little flabby chihuaha arm, just to let everyone know I was serious about having no more patience.

So I stomped upstairs and was playing on the internet and then realized that I do this everyone month. Oh the joys of the female body. Since then I have kept myself drugged and caffeinated and things have calmed down a bit. What I really want though is an iv of diet cherry vanilla drpepper pumped into me. Also some of the green Cafe Rio dressing would be lovely on anything.

And it would be nice if the kid would stop following me around destroying the house. I guess I just need a bit of a vacation from the whining of the kid. I like him and all, and think that he is gorgeous and the cutest kid ever. But seriously whining all day long gets old at about 9:30 am.