I found It's a Wonderful Life on NBC. I love this movie so.
Heh. I saw a kind of interesting production of IAWL last weekend, done as a radio broadcast play-within-a-play type thing. Which was interesting but drove home to me how much I do not like that story.
megan walker -
Quester, I have a doc of 7-8 favorite slow-cooker recipes I put together for Suzi (I think). Do you want me to send them along?
Yes, please! profile addy is good!
Consuela -
I mostly use my crockpot for steel-cut oats.
I would love to do this. I can't find gluten-free steel cut. I do have some rolled oats, I wonder if they would work. How long do you cook them and at what temperatrure?
ita -
Cool tights.
Oh, yeah! They almost look art deco! Or maybe I just have that on my brain.
Bob's Red Mill does gluten free steelcut oats. [link]
I usually get hit by cramps first. But no clear mood swings. Crampless periods are the worst, except good. I just don't have a regular enough cycle to be anything other than paranoid half the time.
I used to be 28.5 days regular. Those days were golden.
My TiVo is currently recording two Gerard Butler movies for me. These recommendations are THE BEST. Except for the part where I refuse to own up to not liking Mega Movers and Engineering an Empire. I don't want my electronics to judge me. Well, at least not that one. My laptop knows my sins.
I ususally get sort of a - I don't know, rumbly feeling a day or so before so I'm usually prepared. It's not 100% though.
What have I done so far today? Um. Dishes. Laundry. I made roasted brussels sprouts and salmon topped with asiago cheese sauce for lunch. I called my mom, and then started my Christmas shopping. Ate a dark chocolate cupcake that was NOM.
Now I seem to be actively ignoring my Yuletide story while watching stuff that's piling up on my TiVo.
Bob's Red Mill does gluten free steelcut oats. [link]
Good to know! Thanks, java!
I don't want my electronics to judge me. Well, at least not that one. My laptop knows my sins.
Well, sure. You want all your baggage to be portable.
I've done FUCK ALL today. Nursed a hangover, fetched lunch (sammiches from here) and dinner (curry from here.) That's all. Didn't get out to the Ninth, didn't clean the house, didn't do laundry, didn't change the sheets. Oh, I did write a blog entry though: [link]
I hate buying presents for my dad. ugh.