Confessions, Ramblings and Recipes

**I kind of loathe romantic comedies and but sometimes I'll watch them anyway. I have seen Bridget Jones' Diary at least 10 times and a few weeks ago I watched The Nanny Diaries on Showtime. Awful.

**Sometimes I feed Sam and Frodo ice cream and yogurt with a spoon.

**I have seen Juno about 10 times as well. And EVERY time I see it I get a little verklempt at the end when Juno says "I think I'm in love with you. You're golden, man."

**I am trying to lose weight but every couple of weeks I go home and when I can't sleep, go upstairs and devour a peanut butter sandwich and mug of hot milk.

On this note, for a tasty pudding type of snack take 1/4 cup of fat free ricotta, add 2 teaspoons of vanilla extract and 2 packets of Splenda. Delicious and under 50 calories. My other recent food addictions: Weight Watchers ice creams, Kashi cereal, and high fiber English muffins.

**My love-hate relationship with So You Think You Can Dance has started again.

What's with the weather recently? I feel like the Congolese Mountains have come to the mid-Atlantic and I'm living in Gorillas in the Mist.

Since spring arrived, a big family of deer have taken up residence in the wooded area across the street from our neighborhood. Traipsing down the hill, I've spotted them on our lawns contentedly munching on neighbors flowers and drinking water from the stream below. One day when I was out with the dogs, I stumbled upon two little box tortoises. Only one was out of its shell and it immediately withdrew when I tried to pick it up. I called Daniel and told him I was bringing them home. When I went back sans dogs to retrieve them, they were gone. Today as I drearily trudged along our grey, wet road I saw a crushed shell with two tiny legs squashed underneath, the creature's amphibian nails scratching the road in desperation. Someone had reversed their car onto it. I stood and stared at the dead animal and walked back home. The thought of my own death rarely phases me. I suppose I derive comfort from the spiritual aspect of my life. Something about seeing that dead, helpless creature shook me though.

Anyway....D's home so just one more confession.

** I haven't practised Spanish in months and it's gotten really crappy. Vocabulary=gone.