In the words of some of the deepest, most influential female philosophers of the late 20th century, "It's just another Manic Monday (whoa) I wish it were Sunday, (whoa) 'cause that's my fun day (whoa) my I don't have to run-day; it's just another manic Monday." --The Bangles (circa 1986)
Yesterday we went to church, ate dinner, and watched a bunch of season 2 of LOST. I cannot sit through movies and TV shoes without also doing something productive, so I also folded laundry and did crunches on the floor while we watched. Then we went to life group and came home. And now it is Monday again. Hope you're having a good one. Tonight is my monthly meeting of Women of Influence, and this month's book is Joyce Meyer's "Look Great Feel Great." Or is it "Feel Great Look Great." Or is it, "Wear Sequins, Lose Weight?"
Philosophical question: Who is more philosophic, Joyce Meyer, or The Bangles?
So you know how I hate to cook. Well, I want to share a recipe, maybe for the first time ever on my blog; I'm not sure. It is a rare event though, because why spread ineptitude on a regular basis? Forwarding one of my recipes could technically be considered spreading a computer virus.
This is called "Fiery Chicken Spinach Salad" or "The Meal That Didn't Stink."
6 pieces of chicken breast strips. I used the breaded frozen kind. You could use grilled or whatever.
1 pkg. fresh spinach
1 tomato in wedges
1/2 c. chopped green pepper
1 can black beans rinsed and drained
1 bag or can of corn with the red things in them that they used to put in Banquet TV dinners (Mexican corn?)
some shredded cheese
Cook the chicken.
Put spinach on plate.
Top spinach with tomato, green pepper, and corn.
Place chicken on top of veggies.
Dressing: I just like salsa. But you could use anything you like. You could also mix some barbecue sauce, ranch dressing and salsa for a grand slam of dressing. Then top with bacon crumbles.
Behold the meal I didn't ruin:
PS: I want you to know that when I made this meal, I opened my cabinet to get down the glass bowl, and something small fell out and hit me on the cheek just below the eye and fell onto the counter.
It was a spider.
OHMYGOSH. You should have seen me jumping around and yelling and being grossed out. You would think that spiders have cooties. I smashed it with a piece of raw bacon. I was just so entirely grossed out that I had to wash all of my dishes in that cabinet, and sanitize my counter, as well. I do feel sorta sorry for him, though, because being smashed by a giant piece of raw bacon is just one of the ugliest ways to go.
What Joyce Meyer would say to the smashed spider: "Stop walking around with your head hanging low just because somebody mistreated you. Get up. Tell yourself that not matter how the world beats you down, you can be victorious because you are God's creation! Amen?!"
What The Bangles would say to the smashed spider: "Walk like an Egyptian."
Uh-Oh. You know you want to hear that song now!