"Something witty about Chicken"

The last week was messy. I have not really grasp this Outlook Calendar thing. The software is not a bad program to farmiliarize with, the time planning part is. When meetings spill an hour late, traffic holds you up for twice the amount of slotted time, and waking up in the morning is just impossible, Outlook Calendar becomes your living nightmare. 15 minutes, an Hour, a DAY late "reminders" flashing at you when you run back to your laptop for a quick 15 minutes catch-up of emails.

I had a long week.

So the weekend following it, I cleared my calendar and blocked it. I needed time to catch up. I made chicken. I roasted, shredded, baked, and pulled. One chicken, at 3.99 frozen, fed me for 3 nights and did not once failed to make me smile. Paired with cheap champagne and badly rated Blockbusters makes a wonderful weekend.
I have friends now that would call my life boring, dull, some even push as far as "pathetic."


But I dont mind, a 3.99 chicken gives me a project that I can complete without stress, a sense of control in my nasty schedule, and reminiscent of my childhood hobby: to cook.


Though my family is scattered around the globe and my fiance is in Hong Kong, chicken brought them all here when I recalled their favorite meals to the table.

They werent kidding when they tittled "Chicken Soup for the Soul"... in my case, it was Chicken DinnerS.