Hump Wednesday 9

Oprah's looking good. She was on an early morning talk show discussing fat. She believes obesity is a disease and not the fault of the person. The AMA agrees with her. I'm betting Dr. Oz, the man she was responsible for sharing with us, would probably not agree. Having gone up and down the scale my entire life, I say, I'm not a doctor. Oprah's not a doctor. The only doctor here is a pseudoscientific quack. But, let's ask...

Well, I hope that was helpful. 

Cher says Kristen Bell could do better than Dax Sheppard. Cher never did have a filter. I once knew a couple who I thought were completely wrong for each other. She was a sweet and caring person whilst he was a moody, sarcastic asshat. She once posted a picture on Facebook of her, him and their two adorable children. I actually made a comment, something about three beauties and one beast. Maybe this comment made her take a look at the man she had married because shortly afterwards she left him and has been with a really nice guy ever since. Me and Cher- two peas...

Be Good. A few people wore this pin at the Golden Globe Awards. Our Kenosha native, Mark Ruffalo has always spoken out regarding human atrocities. Some prefer he stfu and just do his job. No one wants to hear about injustices during a major award show. I think he has his priorities straight. Good job, Mark.

The hypocrisy regarding holding the Clinton's in contempt because they refuse to answer questions about their involvement with Epstein is almost laughable. I don't know why the Clinton's are choosing to remain silent. It does bother me, but not as much as the sheer hubris to protect Trump. 

I'm thinking about joining one of those food delivery memberships where they provide fresh produce whenever you decide. It can be a bit more expensive and you do have to stay on top of deliveries otherwise you'll end up with a dozen rutabagas and fifty bananas because they won't stop delivering. I did try the Imperfect foods for awhile but was not happy at all. Yes, the veggies are ugly. Maybe the fruit is bruised, but for the price I was paying and the spotty delivery, I stopped. 

Someone's fighting as I write this. It must be a doozy because these walls are thick. I used to live in an apartment where on Sunday, every single Sunday, the downstairs couple would argue for hours. He would scream like a banshee and she would scream back. Eventually, they were evicted. Eventually, we were all evicted. Back in the day this was the old farm house where my Dad used to buy eggs. And there may have been something else going on. I only went with him once. A rather buxom woman answered the door and I was told to wait on the porch steps. I wondered why they were inside when the chickens were in the barn right next door. I can never say for certain things other than eggs were bought that day but I do recall waiting for a suspiciously long time for Dad to buy a dozen eggs. So, when I grew up and moved out, the old farm house had been converted into apartments and I lived in one for a few years. The barn was still there but was part domicile/garage. After we were evicted, the house and barn were torn down and replaced with a storage unit facility.

Cottage cheese chips. Doesn't sound promising but I'm going to make it. It's a very simple recipe. Cottage cheese, garlic, salt, smoked paprika. Mix, spoon, flatten. Bake at 375 until golden. I'm guessing they won't turn out as lovely as the ones above.

* And this is why I don't cook. The few drops I got tasted like cottage cheese warmed. 

Don't forget. Today is, 'National dress up your pet day.' Actually, don't do this.