ham/cheese/egg cups, artwork hung, tutorial on leftovers for dinner

We had a leisurely morning on Sunday (8/11), even getting in 1/2 an hour SKYPE-ing session with AJ & Marc.  

I spent some time making my ‘egg cups’ for breakfast:

before Michael headed out to CVS.  When he got home, he got both of our beautiful, new gifts of art hung:  

Want to know the best thing about our lanair sign (besides that it is a one-of-a-kind sign and PERFECTLY matches the colors on the lanair)?  When I’m sitting in my reading chair in the living room….I just turn my head and I can see the sign, and I feel happy and loved!  

I headed downstairs to kick off a bit of quilting….but thought my machine sounded funny…and I was right…tension WAY off….so all I got done was ripping before heading to the Lake House to meet up with Anne to see POMS.  

It was really fun to see the movie again, and after picking up some embroidery thread at Pat’s house (a perfect color for some breast cancer sayings for a quilt), I was home around 4 PM.  

I read for a bit before dinner (started a new series by Susan Wittig Albert) and finally got up to make up something with our leftovers.  I had been thinking all day about what I was going to do, and Michael came out to help me pull it all together:  

saute onions

and celery

and mushrooms and put it all in a bowl with 

chopped chicken (leftover from a BBQ chicken pizza I was supposed to make for Debbie & Claude)

and leftover onion rings from Red Robin

and cheese

Add in a can of cream-of-anything soup, and rinse out the can with about 2 ounces of white wine.  Stir it all together until well combined, then roll out some crescent roll dough (that was WELL past it's 'best by' date).  Put the chicken mixture down the center and braid the sides over the top.  Bake at 375 degrees for 18 - 20 minutes and voila:

It was incredibly yummy and used up lots of leftovers from the fridge...SCORE!!!

After dinner we watched TV and I got the rest of my beads strung.

I found this article and it definitely spoke to what I have been feeling inside, but was unable to articulate even half as well:

“In my life, I have watched John Kennedy talk on television about missiles in Cuba. I saw Lyndon Johnson look Richard Russell squarely in the eye and and say, "And we shall overcome." I saw Richard Nixon resign and Gerald Ford tell the Congress that our long national nightmare was over. I saw Jimmy Carter talk about malaise and Ronald Reagan talk about a shining city on a hill. I saw George H.W. Bush deliver the eulogy for the Soviet bloc, and Bill Clinton comfort the survivors of Timothy McVeigh's madness in Oklahoma City. I saw George W. Bush struggle to make sense of it all on September 11, 2001, and I saw Barack Obama sing 'Amazing Grace' in the wounded sanctuary of Mother Emanuel Church in Charleston, South Carolina.

"These were the presidents of my lifetime. These were not perfect men. They were not perfect presidents, God knows. Not one of them was that. But they approached the job, and they took to the podium, with all the gravitas they could muster as appropriate to the job. They tried, at least, to reach for something in the presidency that was beyond their grasp as ordinary human beings. They were not all ennobled by the attempt, but they tried nonetheless.

"And comes now this hopeless, vicious buffoon, and the audience of equally hopeless and vicious buffoons who laughed and cheered when he made sport of a woman whose lasting memory of the trauma she suffered is the laughter of the perpetrators. Now he comes, a man swathed in scandal, with no interest beyond what he can put in his pocket and what he can put over on a universe of suckers, and he does something like this while occupying an office that we gave him, and while endowed with a public trust that he dishonors every day he wakes up in the White House.

"The scion of a multigenerational criminal enterprise, the parameters of which we are only now beginning to comprehend. A vessel for all the worst elements of the American condition. And a cheap, soulless bully besides. We never have had such a cheap counterfeit of a president* as currently occupies the office. We never have had a president* so completely deserving of scorn and yet so small in the office that it almost seems a waste of time and energy to summon up the requisite contempt.

"Watch how a republic dies in the empty eyes of an empty man who feels nothing but his own imaginary greatness, and who cannot find in himself the decency simply to shut up even when it is in his best interest to do so. Presidents don't have to be heroes to be good presidents. They just have to realize that their humanity is our common humanity, and that their political commonwealth is our political commonwealth, too. Watch him behind the seal of the President of the United States. Isn't he a funny man? Isn't what happened to that lady hilarious? Watch the assembled morons cheer. This is the only story now."

Charles Pierce (Charles Patrick Pierce (born December 28, 1953) is an American sportswriter, political blogger, liberal pundit author, and game show panelist.)