A Sunday with no Steelers
It is a cood day here in Pittsburgh, 36 degrees. A Sunday with no Steelers leaves me in a funk. I switch between the Eagles/Ravens and the Titans/Jets games. I am feeling some kind of way on not being to see the Cowboys (w/ Roma back on board) against the 49ers. Why is it you alays want what you can't have? I feel as if I ate Chinese food and the meal was good, yet 2 hours later I am hungry. Now I am restless so I peruse through the news/blogs: "Obama to break his 1st campaign promise and roll back tax cuts for the wealthy" ; "Jen you are way too good for him"; "Smartphone war begins! iPhone vs. The Storm", "Guns and Roses 11 million album finally released after a decade wait".
My head and joints begin to ache. I feel downright cranky. I could swear the start of a headache....Is this a sign of withdrawl? Nah, I can quit whenever I want . At least I tell myself that like a mantra over and over. I feel like Tina Turner chanting.
Just when I feel like the cat on the ceiling, ready to jump out of my skin, the magnificant aroma SAILS UP THE STAIRS AND surrounds me. Enveloping my entire bitchy body. Homemade Beef and Barley soup with whole tomatoes, shards of onions, beans, potatoes , carrots....hmmmmm. I feel a warm almost melting feeling rising up from with in me . I am thawing out.
I suddenly I feel like joining my partner in the kitchen. I watch him standing over the stove with the wooden handle, inhaling the wonderful smells. Smiling I ask him, "Honey do you want bisquits or cornbread with the soup?"
posted by goddessnow @ 3:53 PM
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