I wasn’t as fast as I’d hoped but still 20 minutes ahead of the boss on the make it or break it last chance it turns out prior to her decision hour to add to my impression.  I was able to prove as hoped for that I can self start minimally with the basic gig of doing something anything.  I can make it on time in the morning on the weekend on my own there, I can tell the worry some angle isn’t that I can run any activity or even smile at the end of the day- I am blind legally and with 8 people in the room I physically have difficult being very swift catching the get out of their chairer’s  and handling all “problem situations” by myself.  However, I put forth the best foot i could, I have 23 other people to beat out for this shot.  my work history is nearly un-verifyable even if I’m rehirable with them all.  thus I put references that physically employed me (side gigs) and or worked with me  as a way to underline I am a choice.  I will find out between tuesday and thursday.  a good thought sure would hurt my feelings.

in celebration of this cook came home after being “at it alllll day” to dinner required.  I had thawed out chicken thighs o as to have a break between beef/hotdog wuicks type thing or that tastey lentil stew which is sadly gone, you all missed it/out.  I make chicken cheap-a-tori.

chicken thighs

That canned stuff we all should have for that award winning dinner at the end of the month.  hunt’s canned zesty and spicy tomato sauce.

a few cloves of garlic peeled and sliced.

olive oil

paul prudhomme’s magic salt free seasoning

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penne

salt

a dash of oil to keep the beauties to themselves…olive of course

nearly a whole stick of butter

parmesan cheese

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chicken is browned off in olive oil  half way three batch one the magic seasoning is added.   it wont be fried chicken or roasted chicken brown or nothing but it shoodn’t be chewy disgusting sking later either.  half way between the batched add garlice  then quickly chicken round two. pull garlic beforleaving chicken flipped it will have begun to brown on medium low… this is NOT standard frying just a light browing…  once both batches of chicken are browned in that hot oil add rosemary and then swiftly the tomato sauce.. add chicken all of it.  brig to a boil then turn down to a simmer and lidd cook for 45 minutes.  before chicken is down boil noodles, drain do not rinse!  melt butter while noodles drain before it’s true ghee add parmesan cheese and VERY swiftly the noodles fry as much as you can stand the smell of butter and cheesey noodles  stiring often, turn off sauce and serve yourselves…. you will find it costs roughly 3 dollars a good big thigh a person serving with noodles.

such is tonight’s hope’s scent.

http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/craigertiger/default/cat-sink–large-msg-130411199055.jpg –not my cat.

So, I filled out papers so I make get work.  I found out I have to watch a short video before applying for division of vocational rehabilitation…you know, an “orientation” so we can have yet more useless procedure.  I parted with my frozen soup as I know it’ll just take up freezer space… better someone else’s  than mine   Idug up some references- but got stuck with a frowner of a worry from what should be thee best one thus was scrambling for a third…my last complete batch has kinda floated away.  I napped til normal people houres

I awoke to the most irritating thing!  my computer in my sister’s domain.  oh don’t break the sacrosanct space of someone on their day off –the lighter sleeper’s snooze.  and thus picked up a book only to find I read it already.  Out comes the paper and hours of food prepared up a tad more fancy and of course many yummy teas to sip upon as I drat, don’t do the beer breakfasts nor fire up the dawn with whiskeys.  finally unable to reread yet the book as i remember too much of the style and story, out comes the paper for power poetry hour/s–anything to while away the hours before my computer is not held hostage to the don’t interrupt my day off.

Mom didn’t quite hear me when i said I didn’t want to use the one reference not because of anything more than it appears this one can be a social nuisance in that one minute people are kind then the next they are frost-burnt 6 month old hamburger in the freezer–all the while jovially friendly with and so is this said soul with them but not necessarily you….  or to be far more blunt- someone who might not one minute have your back unless it is with knives in hand.  so mom worried about that and now that is done as I was “why don’t you honestly ask her?  She’s right here”  Oh yeah, like there’s any social out for that one.    Mom awoke worrying that maybe that wasn’t such a grand idea to hinge my hopes upon that reference…duh, thanks for forcing my hand.

 

If you’re still awake, here’s  the transcription of how to while away hours  waiting…. Poetry.  Vommited words upon the page as it’s rather boring not having the split personality disorders enough to play tic-tac-toe with myself upon the pages.

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Dream a dream of lube

scintillating slides about

hand cream just wont do.

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within my pocket

getting my hand ’round a pen

driven to jot it

 

itchy inked words scratched on out

papers shouting out so loud.

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colored of the mud

jellied jewels lentil puff steam

stone soup from once none

 

Cumin of the tin

Whose feet walked the spice aisles?…

soon, some enchantment

 

plump wrinkled sunshine

But they were supposed to be….

some grapes for the brine

 

Garlic popped and peeled

Aphrodisiac….soothes beast

magic? Pragmatic.

 

Worcestershire sauce

Aromatic earth breezes waft

poured, stirred into pot

 

Pig knuckle…well, joint

bubbled apart for meat chunks

pack in collagen

 

beneath the prairie deep

salt of forgotten oceans

repeat. season. repeat.

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remember lube’s dream

twas gold pressed from a fruit green

shimmers and the sheens

 

okay, I lie, I thought sleeze

and saw my lube returned–GEEZ!

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Nuked Soup poetry

and Earthly delights that loomed

duped inked sophistries

 

magic microwaved left o’ers

boring computer-less mornings

 

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Lentil 3 me a Stew

3 lbs Lentils

3 huge Ham hocks

3 overflown tablespoons Olive Oil

3 teaspoons ground Cumin

3/4 Cup Golden Raisins

3 half gallon pails plus three coffee mugs plus 3 shooters Water (244.5oz) (more as needed)

3/27ths Cup Salt or to taste – yes, 1/3 of 1/3 Cup

3 glug -glugs of Worcestershire sauce (1/4 C)

3 heads Garlic peeled

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this is designed to sound like a concoction of mythical rather than literal measurements… it however  does work as a recipe lol if you cook your soup/stew with the lid on otherwise you may need to add nearly twice or three times the water over time…check often enough to keep water  about that level but stir often after  2-3 hours til done as it will want to burn otherwise. adjust salt to your taste remembering it will lose saltiness after chilling .  it should be a thick “stew” 

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Popcorn veiled flavor

Vampires sucking it soulless

Brown rice demand much “more”

 

Striped  flower petals

sour cream and tomato chunk

Breakfast Petunia

 

A WISH CALLED DILL WEED

peeking pickle flavor bright

make my dish speak right

 

So I wept for tzadziki sauce

out, I kept it–Poor me, I was, I am cross

stew atop rice garnished nice

ew, lacking spice, thus tarnishing what ‘s right

Lo! oxen eater, at the freaking loss

 

rule one bubblin’ gruel

sure will bubble bubble in you

vapors unfurl

 

five atop the three

please your instincts. metaphor.

arrived harvest’s glee

 

three lucky and eight

god, ground and you make bounty

tricky what symbols make

 

ooo! a lemon of form

Squirming Purists, cringe in FEAR

o’er spewed sentiments & more

 

I am tasting my breath

garlic devils, tomato imps

Crimes & brown rice-a taste’s death.

 

Implore – it call’s for more

“…more.more.more. – with a rebel yell”

roarin’ Bowie-an food porn

 

“Air-ou?” the Fur-Face yowls

Coiling ’round the faux stone sink

no pet me, pet me now.

 

nine fifty a.m.

boring ‘s begun once again.

a fine spring day doomed

as unappetizing a color that mud is   it is what’s bubbling on the stove.

three honking huge meaty too ham hocks, 2 cups of orange lentils as in honking coffee mugs, cumin real garlic, olive oil to counter some ldl, raisens and worcestershire sauce…  

why?  I need packable lunche stuff.  I also need dinner .  I expect to give a go of more involvement as a volunteer now but with the goal of proving at least that i can do what pays cash money.  I’ll need some lunch or quick stuffs as i might suffer from what others point out is mostly the case its either quick or we don’t bother after a day after it..

we shall see if I can in a month learn 30 people staying 20 people serving and in as it relates to me and what I’m after how to show i’m FUN and such rot as I want cash.

six hours of bbubble meaning 4 to go on yummy lentil stew – color of mud.

outcome has a dash more “pepper” in it than I’d like but some dummy forgot to check it…sorted that out and to date this is thee best damn lentil soup I’ve ever managed.  the there is a worrysome thing when one has a handfull of salt to make it yummy gorgious tasting but soup and salt go together .  yummy, somes freezing and a bowl full’s in the fridge for to be about some jasmine brown rice for a bit different dinner than lunch .  lunch will chill then hit fridge so it’s hopefully not too sloppy to carry tomorrow.  and all that remains is to make sure I get to be here in about 2 hours for a nap but in reality a shot at trying to angle for a real job… come one say it with a pinnochio schmarm “I’ll get a real job!”

it really shouldn’t be any huge surprise I’m being unstable lately.  it isn’t to many of you who make sure I’m not being overly stupid and notice it is out of my usual pattern.  but, just incase you needed to have it make some kind of sense.

I have failed to have one job materialize, I have not attained a gal pal at present which is somewhat good as I really invest my time and meaning to find a better fit and have such if i can only afford the pricey prize..i.e meet the person forever a world away.  I have a shot at a legit job in the place I volunteer at still but it’s plainly obvious that i will not be handed it I must really reach out for it which i’m thinking how to manage that offer  and a record of proof I can do and want and they can choose me…unlike many people everything dealing with me takes on a heightened feeling of risk that I must prove past to acheive…yes for a lousy maybe one day a week sub in position

I don’t mean  unstable as in I’m cuckoo crazy galagher got to my melon sledgeomatic!  I mean that for a rare moment I have something of a few irons of exciting times, the poison of a c ance to hope.  I mean it is not the same old stable boring go nowhere.  or at least a real shot or two at it.  thus its likely to appear I’m more up and down than a kangaroo in the mating season… that’s true i will be and i want to be.  because its both a risk and a shot.  a shot  at maybe ….maybe a dream or two coming true.

 

@Justin_debin posted a snippit of the wrong words to a ToTo tune which of course had to be smeared a little further…naughty me.  As I was so inspired or just still wired up on the coffee, here is a song that probably is sooo slick and soo true you wont even laugh…but, ahhh, if you got lucky you’d go, “pfew!” 

(CaliforniA Dreaming! – The Mama’s and the Papas… the retuned toe tapper, and Toby Keith’s  Should ‘ve been a cowboy’s lyrics also caught up in the reword its funnin’  “Go west young man haven’t you been told california’s full of whiskey woman and gold….”

Big Lotto Scheming.

all the coins are found  and the outlook ‘s thin
the last packs ‘s bought, my temper will frey.  I’d stuff the safe if I’d just play
big lotto scheming, a win would make my day

sauntered up to the station at the end of my way,

my soul screamed please

as i decided the right numbers to play. 

You know that clerk laughs at me ’cause he don’t care how it falls either way. 

big lotto scheming – momma’s shoppin’ ‘ll spent it all away.

Instrumental

ALL the coins are found and the outlook ‘s thin
tomorrow’s ship ‘ll come in if i don’t take it in the chin.
steak and peas or macaroni cheese today?
big lotto Scheming – I cant win if I don’t play.

 

on agony row

what echo of hands clasped come apart?

snap shot ripples shown.

 

return innocence

churn up meadow flowers bright

a carefree semblance.

 

clever distraction

magics away joys and the dream

sorrow and ashes

 

how cruel is it now?

innocence’s color is ice

frozen moment’s snow.

 

so many have seen struggles this wee and month.  I smile all I have which is that a smile of time.  may you who have lost part of your smile not lose all of it and those of you worrying over yours keep looking for all they’ve down to lift yours as they ask for some of it back.  For those of you dodging bullets be they iron or ironic seeming, yay you are a target smaller

parboiled diced potatoes later fried golden brown, hamburger with chili and garlic powder, scrounged cheese sauce pouch, tortillas, red enchilada sauce pouch, shredded cheese.

cheesy beef and potato burritoes smothered.

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trash out as otherwise the dog would tear apart hell on earth to get that treasure.

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beer procured as optional accompanyment.

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dinner.