Spinach and Feta Quesadilla

This one is an easy recipe.  You’ll need:

– Baby spinach

– Feta cheese

– Tortillas

First, boil the spinach for a few minutes, and then make sure to drain them well.  I mean, smash them until all the water’s out.  Then plop a tortilla onto a pan, spread the spinach around evenly, and then dump the feta cheese on top.  Cover it with another quesadilla, and toast each side.  If you like your feta cheese melted, then make sure to watch the fire and your tortilla.  It’s easy to toast the outsides without really heating up the inside.  If you want melty inside, then keep the fire on the low side.

Finally, take your meal out and eat!

The Unsinkable Walker Bean (Book One)

The Unsinkable Walker Bean (Book One)

Aaron Renier

I wasn’t the biggest fan of the art of this graphic novel, which is why I put it off for so long.  I’ll admit–it was really hard to get into the story and the only reason I finished it was because I wanted to know what happened to Walker’s grandpa, who was my favorite character in the book.

I didn’t like any of the main characters enough to want to read book two, though if his grandpa is in it, I might pick it up just to listen to his goofy stories.  I don’t think enough secrets were revealed for me to really understand who the sisters are, what happened to Kodiak in the end, and why it didn’t happen to Walter’s gramps.  I suppose all of these things will be revealed in the second book.

Either way, this volume left me desiring more from the story while also feeling quite disappointed in the characters.  if you’re in the mood for the beginning of a fantasy/piratey adventure tale, then pick this one up.  Otherwise, don’t bother.

Week Seventy-Eight

I lost 2.4 this week, bringing my grand total to a happy 74.4 pounds.  I’m sooo close to my 75 pound goal!  Almost there!  And after that comes 77 pounds–ELEVEN BABIES!  I forgot what I decided to do when I reached 75.  It’s been a long time that I’ve been trying to reach this.  I certainly hope 100 pounds doesn’t take a year in itself.  I’d like to reach that one before the end of May.  I hope I can do that.  Anyway, this week has been full of re-focusing and preparing for Thanksgiving, which isn’t my worst holiday.  I’m not a big fan of turkey, so I usually do just fine.

I forgot what my goals were for the week.  Whoops.  Let me check!  Oh yea, healthier choices.  I haven’t had french fries since I wrote that, so I haven’t had the need for potatoes.  But I did make my own butter, and it’s worked out splendidly.  I’m going to do that from now on, that’s for sure.  I also have to make sure to use the last of my store-bought butter so it doesn’t go to waste.  Not too bad this week, eh?  Let’s try for another loss next week, and hopefully hit goal on Wednesday.

Have a great week!  And I hope your Thanksgiving was lovely!

NaNoWriMo Update #4

My last NaNo update for this  year!  It’s gone quickly.  This week the story got harder and harder to write.  I know where it ends, and where I want it to go, but transitioning between scenes was difficult.  I’m about three thousand words behind where I should be (thank you school) and I mostly just would adore a nap.  Today I managed to write about four thousand words, and I got myself to a point where I know exactly where everything is going.  I went from really terrible to very good today, so yay!

I got lots of compliments from people regarding the little bit I included last time, so I’m going to include the last thing I wrote tonight.  At this point in the story, Charlotte, now a much older woman than the last time you read her, is sitting in a room with her doctor.  Please remember it’s hot off the keyboard and not edited yet:

He nodded his head, and she did as well.  “I would ask if I am going to die, but we are all dying, aren’t we?”

The doctor cleared his throat.  “Charlotte, you have brain cancer.  We can try some aggressive treatments, but you might want to wait for George to be here before we talk about them.”

He watched the corner of her mouth twitch slightly as she processed what he just said.  Without a word, tears lined the bottom of her eyes, and fell.  She bowed her head, and whispered, “No…there’s no need to talk about treatments.  Be very honest with me, do I have a high chance of surviving?”

“No,” said the doctor, closing his eyes and taking his glasses off.  He squeezed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, willing his tears away.  “I don’t think treatment will save you.”


It’s so green!  I have to admit that while writing this post, I suddenly had the biggest brain fart regarding the state.  At first I couldn’t remember how to spell it, then I couldn’t remember if it was actually a state or not–and then I couldn’t even remember where it was located in the United States.  After a moment of panic that an entire group of memories was gone from my head, I had some ice cream, calmed down, and re-opened this post.  The memories are back, the state has returned to my knowledge banks and I can laugh off a total moron-moment!  Oddly enough, the first thought that came to mind after I remembered all my state facts was, “Oh man, thank God I wasn’t on a game show just now.”

Dear Eric from Queens College,

Thank you for wonderful conversation on the ride home.  I was the library student who stepped on your foot (several times) and almost toppled out of the Q17.  Sorry again!  I sincerely hope we travel home again–you made my night.

Find me.


The chick with the pink robot earrings you spoke to about everything including airports and carrying girls

PS: I really did get pizza when I got home.  It was delicious.

Jack Blank and the Imagine Nation

Jack Blank and the Imagine Nation

Matt Myklusch

What a great title, right?  The beginning of the story is incredible and hooks the reader immediately and completely.  There are tons of puns and plays on words.  It reminded me a bit of The Phantom Tollbooth with the way some things were worded.  The middle gets a bit rough, but the ending certainly delivers.

The entire book feels like one giant inside joke–and many of Myklusch’s double entendres are such a pleasure to reach.  Though the writing itself isn’t the very best at times, and some moments had me rolling my eyes, I thought it was marvelous.

In the end, I had to remind myself that it is a kid’s book and simply enjoy all the pleasant bits the way they are meant to be enjoyed.  Regardless, I loved it.  Those who love puns, word play and text saturated with meaning will adore this story.  Also, it won’t hurt if you enjoy a healthy serving of cyborgs, ninjas, vikings and aliens.  I definitely recommend picking up a copy and reading it aloud to someone (especially a young boy).  I have a feeling this would be a GREAT read-aloud.

NaNoWriMo Update #3

Yeah, there’s not going to be a word counter widget this year.  Sorry!  But here I am to give you a handy-dandy update on how I’m doing.  I’m currently one day behind where I should be, ending tonight at 26,206 words.  I’m just over the half-way mark and I’m starting to get into plot territory I haven’t planned yet.  Whoo, scary!  I promised you a tiny excerpt, and that’s what I’m going to do.  Keep in mind that I literally just wrote it and it’s not edited even a little bit.

George, who had his leg severely injured during his time at war, just went through an operation to fix his knee.  At this point in the story, he’s still groggy, and his best friend Gil and his girlfriend Charlotte are visiting him for the first time post-leg-fixing.  Here it is:

“They told me they gave you a mechanical leg, boss.  They said your old one was just too damn ugly,” said Gil with a smile.  George laughed weakly and rolled his eyes.  With slurred speech, he said, “Well, your face is too damn ugly.”

Gil roared with laughter, convinced now that George would recover just fine.  Charlotte couldn’t help herself any longer and reached out to touch George.  He turned to look at what touched him, and saw her.  His whole face lit up as he said, “Oh, hello beautiful.  Why did you let me see him first?”

Still laughing, Gil playfully smacked George’s shoulder.  “Too bad they couldn’t remove his sassy mouth while they had him under, huh?”

Charlotte laughed now, pushing sweaty hairs off George’s forehead with her hand.  “I kind of like his mouth the way it is, Gil.” 

That’s all for this week!  I have a huge project due for school on Tuesday, so I suspect I’m going to be falling further behind before I manage to catch up again.  To the word document!

Dear Woman Weeping On The Subway,

At first you just looked sad, which made me wish I could help you, though I quickly went back to my reading without a second thought about it.  Then you started weeping–and I don’t mean I secretly caught a tear.  You were close to wailing.  I felt extremely guilty.  I had no idea what I should do.  Worse than that, I was more concerned with what was socially acceptable than helping another human being.  Even after you were approached by several other riders, I still hesitated.  I’m sorry.  I’m really sorry.  When you suddenly got up to leave at what seemed like a random stop, I wanted to follow you.

I was afraid you would jump or harm youself in another way.  Even though I am almost a week too late, I just wanted to say: I’m sorry.  I’m sorry I was too scared to offer you some kind words.  I’m also sorry for whatever happened.  Whatever it is, it will get better. You seemed kind and sincere, and I am sure that life has something wonderful planned for you soon.

I hope you found someone to talk to that day.  I hope you confided in a person who loves you absolutely and completely and you felt better after.  I wish for you, in this letter to the universe, kindness and respect from others.  I hope you are treated well and receive the understanding you deserve.


The girl telepathically sending you her sympathies and well wishes