Too Much Perfection?

Camera

Denim

Diezel

Sailor

Kal-el

Puma

Coco

Banjo

Free

Apple

Moses

Poppy

Rocket

Racer

Rebel

Rogue

Dweezil





What do these names have in common? They are all the names of children of celebrities. I’m quite certain that’s not surprising to any of you. However, I have to wonder if these celebrities sit around and try to think of names their children will absolutely hate them for later. I would. Wouldn’t you?



Now, add to that list the name Sunday. Yep. Sunday. That’s the name of the little girl born on a Monday [today] to Nicole Kidman Urban. I guess they couldn’t name her Monday, because everyone hates Mondays!



Don’t get me wrong. I love original and creative names. But some are just downright terrible! Poor kids. Poor poor kids.

Make sure you celebrate the 4th with a fifth!

The wutz’s crib has been recalled. It is part of that massive BRU/TRU Jardine crib recall. It isn’t a massive deal for us, because the wutz doesn’t use his crib anymore. I just have to wonder about all of the poor people that still actually use their recalled cribs. What are they supposed to do in the meantime?

Apparently, the terms of the recall require taking the crib apart and returning specific pieces of the crib. Once you’ve taken the crib apart, those pieces, along with the indentification labels, must be UPSed back to the company. It will take one to two weeks to process the refund and for them to issue you a voucher.

Great. Why is it that I get imagines of poor babies sleeping in blanket line drawers for two weeks? Seriously.

Also, why is it that when a company makes such a grievous error, the consumer is the one that has to jump through all of the hoops? Is it really necessary? I certainly know it isn’t fair!

It’s a French word. It’s a Sylvia Plath poem. It’s what I’m feeling today.

It is a beautiful word. I think it may be one of my favorites. Perhaps my very favorite. But really, there are so many to choose from.

The real pity is that the word seems to be slightly miscontrued when transferred to the English language. Yes, we use the word as it is — as it is pronounced. But the meaning is slightly slanted. If you look it up in the dictionary, you’ll find that it means boredom. However, that’s not exactly how I’ve always perceived it to be. Melancholy might be closer. Yet that’s still not right…

It’s not a feeling of boredom, and it really isn’t melancholy. It is a feeling of its own. It’s not unpleasant, but not entirely enjoyable either.

It’s odd. And I’m odd for pondering the meaning of a single word in a blog.

Caramelized Garlic Chicken

* 4 boneless skinless chicken breasts
* 1 teaspoon salt
* 1 T oil
* 3/4 teaspoon black pepper
* 4-6 garlic cloves, chopped
* 1/4 cup brown sugar
* 1/4 cup heavy cream

Directions
1. Sprinkle the salt and pepper onto the chicken.
2. In a medium to large sized skillet (I like cast iron) heat the oil over medium-high heat until almost smoking.
3. Add the chicken breasts and garlic to the pan and brown the first side of chicken, about 5 minutes.
4. Flip the chicken and brown the other side, about 3 minutes.
5. Remove the chicken from the pan and add the brown sugar to the pan.
6. Allow the sugar to melt about half way and add the cream.
7. Bring to a bubble and add chicken back to pan
8. Simmer for 3-5 minutes and serve over butter egg noodles or rice.
9. Enjoy!