I just riffed on one of Rachel Ray's 30 minute meals--I prefer to call it "upside down pot pie". Simple chicken stew served over those big, canned biscuits. Took 20 minutes, tops. Yummy.

That sounds yummy. I love Rachel Ray. She has some great ideas.

That sounds yummy. I love Rachel Ray. She has some great ideas.

The cool thing about it is that I didn't even have to follow a strict recipe--just more like the spirit of the dish and it still turned out very tasty. Gotta love the time saving things.

I think there's even enough left over to freeze for another meal.

But only because I sing the themes from O's favorite shows myself.

You know the Bananas in Pyjamas? A friend and I once went on a long riff of similar rhyming kooky fruit and veggies, like Mangoes who Tango.

I am actually starting to get into the cooking thing. I made some absolutely delicious Pasta Primavera the other day from Giada De Laurentis's cookbook, which is a great book btw.

The age difference between them doesn't even ping me.

The "eww" has nothing to do with their age difference for me. I'm 5 years younger than her, and I'd sleep with Nicole Kidman in a heartbeat (she's five years younger than Tommy Boy). Hell, she's only a year below his half+seven rule, and that starts to make less and less sense the older you get IMO. So, yeah.

The "eww" is just because of them. Mostly Tom. And the idea of her (or anybody) converting to scientology, which automatically deserves a eww.

Also, my political science paper on the problems in medicare ended up turning into a political diatribe in the last paragraph. I declared my full willingness to give up my hard-earned cash to support the health of my parents and grandparents. I'm not sure it makes sense, but I think I'll turn it in anyway.

ETA: My final sentence is "We have a contract with our forebears to give them life, liberty, and the ability to pursue happiness for all of their days, and we have no right to renege on it just because it’s inconvenient for us."

Ranks right up there with the fuckwits who refuse to give their babies antibiotics, causing the death of the child from something simple like bronchitis in my own book.

Also, same parents that won't vaccinate their children and then take them abroad for them to catch measels and die.

DH is exactly the same age as Tom Snooze, but he's much taller. Heck, I'm taller. I tell him that I wouldn't swap, even if Tom promised me all the money, gave up on Scientology and using starlets as camoflauge.

The age difference between them doesn't even ping me.

The thing that squicked me was his squealing display on Oprah. For one, the fact that Katie didn't immediately run away screaming is disheartening, but also, what about his kids? They may be all adjusted that he and their mother aren't together anymore, but they're old enough to catch clips of that display and think, When the hell did Dad lose his frickin' mind?

The whole thing is very weird. I've always liked Katie Holmes, and now, I swing between feeling vaguely sorry for her and wanting to smack some sense into her.

But when they bitch at another human being for taking meds (and imply that their career is in the shitter because of it) for conditions that can CAUSE PSYCHOSIS IN POSTPARTUM WOMEN WHO MAY KILL THEMSELVES OR THEIR BABIES, they're pushing my major "slap the shit out of them" button.

Oh yes, this. She was very honest about making her depression public, I assume to raise consciousness about it. Who the hell is he to tell her, and therefore other PPD women who may need help, that she had no business taking medication? Fuckwit.

Opinions are like assholes. Everyone has one, Tom.

Oh yes, this. She was very honest about making her depression public, I assume to raise consciousness about it.

Particularly since before she had the kid and the subsequent depression she was pretty publicly vocal about how much she wanted children and how great being a mom would be. I imagine it must be pretty tough to not only come to the realization that it's not what you thought it would be and that it's ok to feel that way, but then to go public with your PPD is pretty brave.