Once you’ve made it surely it makes sense to just enjoy it rather than go over and over and over it. I wish there was an ‘off’ switch for my brain.Sigh. When I sat down to read them and it turned out that they were mostly unhelpful and irrelevant, this was not because it was some rushed first research, it could not be remedied later, it wasn’t bum luck just requiring a little more work, no it’s because I’m a terrible student, a woeful researcher, a total turkey who can’t do anything right.Why is it that when shit is hard I think it’s me and my magical mystical influence over every corner of life and the universe? I’ll get one semi-decent sleep then be up all hours the next night.
Pht.I’ve been a single mum since my son was a baby. I don’t feel as though I can ignore the fact that someone might be getting hurt – and if it’s not that, it’s still not healthy and it’s still screaming, swearing and banging in the middle of the morning. I like ceremonies and rituals I guess, and continuity, bringing things forward and using them in new ways and contexts. Knife and a fork bottle and a cork that is the way you spell New York.-snip-Although I was born & raised in New Jersey, a state that is considerably closer to New York than Illinois, I have no recollection of that "knife and fork" verse or any other riddle verse sung (chanted) along with "chicken in the car". My son, over tired, near the end of semester, with attention issues and some difficulties with mood regulation comes home from time hanging out at a friends house – he doesn’t want to finish his science assignment, he panics when he realises he’s chosen the wrong person to research (a lack of information out there on this outspoken female scientist from the 30s), flips out, has a tantrum and leaves the room and sits banging around in a temper. So yes, on the one hand I make myself ill with this stuff, so you know, poor me.
I never come across that version of this rhyme before.Thanks for sharing your memories of "Chicken in the car", Odis Smokeyrib.Unknown, you inspired me to publish this updated pancocojams post on "chicken in the car" and similar rhymes.Washing on the line and the line weighs a ton.http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105265/quoteshttp://chitownmoms.net/chicken-in-the-car-and-the-car-wont-go/chicken in the corn, but the corn cant grow! I’d had my secret doubts about the tie as he’d described it, but it all worked beautifully.One last comment: passata? Hot!
Like I am a blog on meals and the lives that orbit themWe saw ‘A Single Man’ and admittedly it’s the day before my period so I’m often a little prone to melancholia, but it’s left me feeling a little sad…just wandering around sighing a little.I got around 4 hours sleep Sunday night – I couldn’t get to sleep and while I was studying the couple upstairs had a screaming argument replete with bangs and shouts and storming up and down. Exhibit C then – having very little spare time between work/study/exercise/cleaning/cooking/homework supervision and the occasional catch up with a friend or my partner, I printed out some articles that seemed as though they might be relevant to my research for an impending assignment. But it’s a nice place with a good vibe, nice decor, decent coffee, a good wine list, good cheese and excellent home-made cakes – amongst other treats. A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork, that's the way we spell New York, Jim You see I'm a dynamite So all you got to do is hold me tight Because I'm out a sight you know Because I'm a dynamite Easter is around the corner and I am no longer a Christian, but I am a great lover of new takes on old traditions. Fork & Bottle is known for being the only farm-to-table restaurant in Zurich offering an ever-changing selection of more than 60 craft beers and one of the biggest beer gardens in the city. Dinner at Longrain on Friday night with my best friend, study at the local library, lunch out, more study, a run, a sleepover with Scrappy, a Pump class this morning, some ‘life stuff’ around the house this morning, helping my son with his assignments, ironing for the week ahead and a movie session early enough to come out before sunset.So you know, it’s not that I’m doing the best I can financially and I make decisions that I think are sensible given the limits of my income but feel a masochistic need to beat myself up (since clearly if I’m ‘really’ struggling, ‘really’ having to juggle finances and life strains then I can’t have nice things, don’t deserve to be able to invest in useful capital for my work and study), no – it’s I’m off for another meal now, Sunday night dinner at a share house who’ve sort of adopted me as an itinerant member of their household.We’ve been invited to stay on a property just north of Canberra with two people I like very much in their wonderful house with a vegetable garden, with their gorgeous lacewing wyandotte hens (in their spectacular octagonal hen penthouse), and their two dogs, and their dam with yabbies.