Two of my best friends have birthdays this week. Bob turned 83 and J. turned 91. I hope they have many, many more birthdays. Some Bible teachers are saying the Rapture will take place and the Day of Judgment will begin on May 21, 2011. They've done the math, straight from the Bible, and this isn't just one person saying this. Of course, we've all read the verse about not knowing the day of Christ's return. I don't have a good handle on this, but it does seem obvious to me that things are catapulting toward some sort of a climax, as evil regimes rise and things in general wax worse and worse. Anyway, if the end is near, we may all have about one birthday left. Mike says people have always said the end is right around the corner. Well, we are supposed to be looking so we aren't taken by surprise. Besides, the whole earth scoffed Noah right into the ark.

Tonight I made a dinner from the Better Homes and Garden Magazine. The recipes were by The Barefoot Contessa lady. Big winners. Both recipes were simplified versions of my usual recipes, specifically, Parmesan Chicken and Caesar Salad. Fewer steps, same taste, just like the all day blueberry dessert that, in the end, tasted exactly like French Toast with blueberry syrup, made in 15 minutes. Mike and stepson thought the salad dressing was too tart. Why is that, because I used extra lemon?? I loved it. The chicken was good, you had to dip it in flour, then egg, then bread crumbs. For once I didn't have a noivous breakdown because I doubled the amount of flour, egg and bread crumbs. What's worse than being in the middle of all that flour and egg goop and then running out of bread crumbs? I make my own bread crumbs in the blender, so trust me, nothing is worse. Had to throw out some leftover, but that beats the alternative.

Okay, so I canceled my expensive hair appointment for tomorrow. BECAUSE. Because I was clipping coupons during Andy Griffith and came across Fantastic Sams coupons. There is one right up the street and I'm going for it. Yes, I am. $$$$

The eye doctor told me that my blue spots, since they went away, were migraine related. Was talking to my sister on phone tonight and she interpreted my blue spots story to mean that big blue blotches really did surface on my hands. No, no, no. It only LOOKED like big blue splotches appeared on my hands. My eyes and brains (what brains?) were playing tricks. So, unless this happens again, I am okay for now, and I appreciate Sweet Tulsa and Miss Orcas for being concerned and offering tips. Friends are so lovely.

Mike's and my anniversary is Sunday, the 7th, Sunday. I always can't remember when it is, the 7th or the 8th. That's because my sister used to have an anniversary on February 7th or 8th, I never could keep us straight. Mike is insulted. But that's okay, we are going to celebrate on the 6th. We are going to spaghetti dinner at my parents' house for the Super Bowl and I was informed today they were ordering anniversary cake from Carolyn's Cakes and what kind of filling do we want? We want almond. White cake, white icing. Oh, yum. Go, COLTS! Tony Dungy's old team, of course. Tony Dungy for PRESIDENT! He lives here in Tampa, even after the dumb old Bucs fired him. And I think I don't have any brains.

If it is possible for me to become an even worse housekeeper, which I thought not, I have become one the last week. I think blue spots have eaten all my brain cells, even though I just said I don't have any brains, now you know why . . . now what? Whatever, I can't command myself to do ANYTHING. I need to live communally, so I have one task, like housekeeping or gardening. The modern woman has so many tasks to do and I can't multi-task, so I don't task at all. Sad.

Let's go study the Bible, seriously,
KEM