The balanced sandwich

Today for lunch I walked to the Steel Bear Deli. I haven’t been there in a while and I needed a quick bite to eat. They make pretty good sandwiches. Today, I asked for a hot BBQ chicken breast sandwich with Dijon mustard, lettuce, sprouts, and sliced tomatoes—mmmmmm. But, I also ask that they layer the ingredients in a specific way. (Does that make me peculiar? Don’t laugh. At least I know what I want, and how I want it!) I like one piece of bread, the lettuce, then the chicken, then the alpha sprouts, the tomatoes, then the other piece of bread.

I just find it’s more balanced that way. Balanced flavours. Balanced textures. Balanced crunchiness. Just balanced in general. Here is a picture of my balanced sandwich from the Steel Bear Deli.


Oh no! After I actually looked at these pictures, I noticed they put the tomato on the wrong side!!! I ate it so fast, I didn’t even notice. Now I think I’ll be unbalanced for the rest of my day.

Man-O-gram

In the spirit of breast cancer research!!!

When women design an apparatus to scan male organs!

GO GET YOUR MAMMIES GRAMMED

Here is a little humour in this world of Breast Cancer. My sister sent this poem to me in my email today (probably) because I am going to walk the AVON walk for Breast Cancer in San Francisco in July. Anyway, I thought I would post this poem on my blog. It’s funny. It’s relevant. It’s important.


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For years and years they told me,
Be careful of your breasts.
Don’t ever squeeze or bruise them.
And give them monthly tests.
So I heeded all their warnings,
And protected them by law.
Guarded them very carefully,
And I always wore my bra.
After 30 years of astute care,
My gyno, Dr Pruitt,
Said I should get a Mammogram
“OK,” I said, “let’s do it.”
“Stand up here real close” she said,
(She got my boob in line),
“And tell me when it hurts,” she said,
“Ah yes! Right there, that’s fine.”
She stepped upon a pedal,
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down,
My hooters in a vise!
My skin was stretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor boob was being squashed,
To Swedish Pancake thin.
Excruciating pain I felt,
Within it’s viselike grip.
A prisoner in this vicious thing,
My poor defenseless tit!
“Take a deep breath, she said to me,
Who does she think she’s kidding?!?
My chest is mashed in her machine,
And woozy I am getting.
“There, that’s good,” I heard her say,
(The room was slowly swaying.)
“Now, let’s have a go at the other one.”
(Have mercy, I was praying.
It squeezed me from both up and down,
It squeezed me from both sides.
I’ll bet SHE’S never had this done,
To HER tender little hide.
Next time that they make me do this,
I will request a blindfold.
I have no wish to see again,
My knockers getting steam rolled.
If I had no problem when I came in,
I surely have one now.
If there had been a cyst in there,
It would have gone “ker-pow!”
This machine was created by a man,
Of this, I have no doubt.
I’d like to stick his balls in there,
And, see how THEY come out!

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…..OK, now that you have had your laugh, remember…Go have those boobs checked out and stay healthy! And pass the message on to your mothers, sisters, daughters, aunts, cousins, friends, everybody and anybody who can be affected by breast cancer.

Remember to click the pink button above to support me in my effort to help find a cure for breast cancer. My goal is $1800 US dollars for the walk. I’m going to be walking from San Francisco to San Jose (40 miles over two days).

Does that horse look like a llama?

We went to the little place five minutes from work for lunch today. It was the FIRST sunny and relatively warm day in quite a while so we were going to sit outside. We reserved our place with a hat and some papers and continued to walk into the shop to order lunch. As we passed two young girls at the next table, one of them sort of commented–sort of asked–with her head tilted to the side:

Girl: Does that horse look like a llama?

Me: Umm. I believe it is a llama.

Stephen: Well, if it is a horse, it’s doing an awfully good impression of a llama.

(tinkling laughter)

Girl: Oh. Ok. Thanks. Are they all llamas? (motioning to the rest of the animals underneath the tree)

Stephen: Umm. Well. I think the rest are just dogs… doing really good impressions of sheep.

Oh dear. We started laughing so hard and had to duck into the restaurant so they wouldn’t see us. Don’t laugh, I said. Give them credit for knowing about llamas. (Because I believed the question was innocent enough–if you’ve never seen a llama.)

The real question is: If you know what a llama looks like, why couldn’t it just have been a llama? Why did you think that it was a horse—that looked like a llama? Really.

Happy Easter–compliments of my sister!!

Do a good deed!

Dear Friends and Family (and friends of family, and family of friends),

As you probably already know I have decided to participate in Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. I wrote about why in the entry: Avon Walk for Breast Cancer.

I asked you to join me or support me in my effort. As part of the event, I have also pledged to raise money. I committed to raising a minimum of $1800 USD. So now, I’m REALLY asking you to support me.

I find it an awkward situation asking for financial support, but I don’t think I’m asking just for myself. I’m asking on behalf of anybody who has been affected by or could be affected by breast cancer.

Please make a donation. You can simply click logo at the top of this page. If you prefer to write a check, just contact me and I’ll send you the information and form. You know your dollars will be appreciated and very well spent whatever you give.

I appreciate your support and will keep you posted on my progress.

As always,
Yukon Jen

Cold hard facts of realization

My sister sent me this little piece of realization in my email the other day. I finally had time to look at it today.

This Wednesday, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06.

That will never happen again.

She’s right. It will never happen again. Wholly cow. I’ve got to get my act together. What is that saying? No day like today?