Leave it to Ursula
Jan. 1st, 2008 02:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saffronhareI just saw a really wonderful New Year's wish over on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ursulav's journal:
May it be full of love, friendship, amusement, art, a reasonable degree of profit, violent video games, hot sex, and decent baked goods.
I'd be willing to trade my share of video games for a larger share of something else...anybody?
ETA: A good start.
I remember, when I was about 19, being served red beans & rice (with a side of black-eyed peas) on New Year's Day. I was a guest at a friend's house and thought it was a pretty nifty tradition when I heard about the symbolism -- symbolism that lost its charm when I spent the rest of the day sick as a Yankee dog. Oh, well.
Today, I fixed myself a lovely diced ham, spinach, and Swiss cheese omelet for breakfast. (The fact that it happened a bit after 2 p.m. does not change my assertion that this was "breakfast.") It seemed like a nice New Year's alternative for a Scottish/Irish/French broad who does not want to spend the rest of the day with a Very Sad Tummy.
Other metaphor-laden tasks for the day include covering windows with insulating film and stripping/washing all the bedding. I plan to accomplish all of this with fortification from yummy coffee and happy pants. (Hey,featherynscale! Can I please have my rubber duckie PJ pants back? Unless you're using them for UNIPEP...in which case I'd pretty please like an alternative to use this winter.)
ursulav's journal: May it be full of love, friendship, amusement, art, a reasonable degree of profit, violent video games, hot sex, and decent baked goods.
I'd be willing to trade my share of video games for a larger share of something else...anybody?
ETA: A good start.
I remember, when I was about 19, being served red beans & rice (with a side of black-eyed peas) on New Year's Day. I was a guest at a friend's house and thought it was a pretty nifty tradition when I heard about the symbolism -- symbolism that lost its charm when I spent the rest of the day sick as a Yankee dog. Oh, well.
Today, I fixed myself a lovely diced ham, spinach, and Swiss cheese omelet for breakfast. (The fact that it happened a bit after 2 p.m. does not change my assertion that this was "breakfast.") It seemed like a nice New Year's alternative for a Scottish/Irish/French broad who does not want to spend the rest of the day with a Very Sad Tummy.
Other metaphor-laden tasks for the day include covering windows with insulating film and stripping/washing all the bedding. I plan to accomplish all of this with fortification from yummy coffee and happy pants. (Hey,
featherynscale! Can I please have my rubber duckie PJ pants back? Unless you're using them for UNIPEP...in which case I'd pretty please like an alternative to use this winter.)
