The Most Important Meal of the Day
Chubbs blogs on breakfast
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Monday, March 02, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Yes, hunting is still legal in Oklahoma
and now it's written into the constitution
- oatmeal
- coffee
- orange juice
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
also sprach my gut
I'm sorry to make you wait three weeks. I know you've all been worried whether I have been eating my breakfast. The answer is, I have. I've eaten many things--some things fruity, some things bread-y, and a few things bacon-y. Sorry to keep you with fingers crossed, with bated breath, on pins and needles, much like the volunteers at Rick Fleharty campaign headquarters.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Monday, October 06, 2008
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
with a great appreciation for the food industry
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Sarah Palin loses the youth hostel vote
- eggs with green chile
- tomato
- soy milk
- coffee
I love National Geographic Magazine as much as the next candidate for second-in-line-to-the-leader-of-the-free-world. However, I wouldn't presume to know how not to negotiate without preconditions with the leader of Iran after reading a fascinating article about Roman swords discovered in a Slovenian river bed. According to Mrs. Palin, there are a select few people who are able to enjoy travel to foreign countries, to explore other cultures, to learn that a Norwegian is not just a Nebraskan who speaks a strange language and wears a funny costume for national festivals. These lucky few world travelers are apparently trust fund kiddos whose parents hand them a passport, a backpack, and a wad of cash for them to blow on prostitutes in Prague, hash in Amsterdam, jugs of wine in Rome, and four-star hotels in Paris while she continues slaving away at the Dairy Queen and Motel 6, hoping to save enough money to buy the "C" volume of the World Book Encyclopedia and thus continue her education of foreign affairs. (I believe Cambodia was next on her list.) One would think, through all of her hard work, she would be able to afford to save up enough for a weekend jaunt over to Russia (which, to hear her tell it, is a matter of a few steps across a few well placed stones in the Bering Sea) to trade some moose meat for some nesting dolls.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
a room of Jean's own
In addition to my meal already posted, I had some fruit after I got to work.
Then I noticed this on the opinion page of the OU Daily, written by a senior [sic] at the University of Oklahoma. At first, I thought I had mistakenly clicked on a link for The Onion. Given the many opportunities for studying abroad through OU, I'm used to reading this sort of column in the school's newspaper. They usually describe the author's great awakening upon learning that university students at the University of Paris don't always share his love of chicken-fried steak and gravy, or his amazement that 15 year old boys in Germany are allowed to drink a beer on occasion. I'm looking forward to a follow up column by our correspondent in Scotland who, after spending a full three months there, will return with the thickest Scots dialect, reciting Burns, lamenting that what his fellow Sooners refer to as "football" bears no resemblance to the true sport as it's played across the Pond, but comforting us all with the realization that Aberdeen is really just like the south side of Ponca City, but with a funny accent.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Thursday, September 04, 2008
maverick maverick maverick!
I drive myself to work too, and I'm quite fond of the moose stew. What I couldn't get over was the thinly veiled plagiarism of the theme tune to the TV show Dallas.
Friday, August 29, 2008
She eats moose burgers. Cogito ergo sum, we'll be fine.
oatmeal
coffee
and a timely post by D'ale on the topic of men's fashion. Casual Friday, and the only wrinkle-free shirt in my closet was dark blue. Can I wear a blue shirt with blue jeans? I ironed a white shirt. I was late to work.