Leah Vanatta Fisher's Journal
Last month I picked up the Scene magazine because it had a story in it that had a part of biker history in it that leapt in and around in my memories of truth it also had a beer fest that I didn't go to but, along with that story I read to find if there was an eatery that had food made with beer; there wasn't one. I don't keep beer and even though I might like to cook with it I don't because I am an alcoholic, I wanted a menu of choices of complete meals of foods prepared using beer in their recipes. I know there are great tasting foods prepared with beer but, I can't taste them. Why do we drink beer? My memories of being a slave in the Equadorial areas of the world beer was used to cause all of the slaves to sleep at the same time. No matter what time of day it was and depending on the tasks to come. Alcohol was a dreaded poison of sleep like death because of the pain and discomfort it made to the health. Knowing when to act asleep meant not being detected if the beer or whisky was coming. There are no choices if they want to give it to a slave. The slave has to take it first before getting any of the wanted and needed daily things like food, bathing and most often it comes at the time of taking water. Not that my guardian Dad was a slaver but he too used alcohol and lately it has been discovered he had been reincarnated from a man named Henry who was a fellow classmate and who had been in an alcohol treatment program when I first met him; he was a black, a hindt. One of those things I had balked at when I was young the smell of beer and my guardian parents. God gave me my experiences in the shape of a star, a burning star. Maybe because the people who had the controls did it that way. As in the comic The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn, three stoneage couples coming to a cave with a sign pointing "house warming" and each is bringing fire and one couple wonders if the other couples have the gift of fire to bring. I didn't start liking beer then I couldn't live without it and now I hate it. Except in cooking, maybe.
Current mood: happy.
Current music: Waltz of the Flowers by Tchiakovsky.
A few days ago I decided to make something like what I had been doing since this last Summer with a (knorr soup packet) garlic & herb instant sauce by sauteeing it with some basil, butter/margarine or oil and about 3/4 cup of sour cream to make a paste and spread on a tortilla with some swiss cheese slices. That was great and affords several servings! I experimented with a pototo leek soup packet and used some lemonade that I got with a coupon that has mango; only good for cooking with that sort of lemonade. Two cups of the lemonade with mango made the soup into a really great gel after simmering about 25 minutes. I had it that day on a tortilla. It wasn't really good so, I began to think on it. What to make with that gel? It has a small mound of garlic to each serving I had heard Herminius Lott say and that is what caused my mind to think of a layer bean dip. After shoppping I had a can of butter beans 1lb.13oz that I drained and pureed in my food processor and spread into a plastic container for the first layer of my new bean dip. Then from a packet of sliced monteray jack jalepno sliced cheese 5 crumbled were just right to make the second layer and then the cool gel of tiny leeks and potatoes. And finally a cup and a half of sour cream on top. Voila! Goosh Goosh! I told my friend Mayor Bloomberg by familiar voice the recipe and from what I heard it is a hit. I love its; tasty, zesty, smooth, sweetness. I ate it with regular Trisket crackers because it is very thick and besides that those are what I had. Afterwards I enjoyed a vanilla yogurt, it went very well with it. Today I ate some of it and enjoyed a cinnamon tea after and noticed how the flavors made an exciting holiday tasting nogginess. I believe if I had chosen peppermint or lemon tea it would have described other times in the seasonal olafactory memories. In the past I had told Mayor Bloomberg about the fantastic bean dip that he nor I had not yet eaten nor thought of making and we decided it to be called Goosh Goosh before it ever was created. I feel so blessed to have made it for myself and to have shared it the recipe here. I give a thank you to God, Michael Bloomberg and his mother and dad who decided their son may discuss Goosh Goosh with me. Provided I come through with the stuff and here it is!
Current mood: health.
Current music: library tech center sounds.
Yesterday I had my day of rest so today going to the therapist and the library I'm picking up a few things too. The fasting to stop the farmers who decided to take over the land to destroy it has been answered too. When the time comes to stop a fast is at its answer and that is where time is at. It was my fast and God's Sabbath Glory. Not a thing of yesterdays but of tomorrows. I went to a Farmer's Market and bought a butternut squash for one dollar. Some people may think I'm crazey for wanting to make it into a soup but, I found my last one was so yummy for a soup of deboned whole chicken legs, pureed orange pepper, 5 green onion diced water, a cup of apple juice and a little bit of handy spice with some cinnamon in it. I had that with one big buckwheat pancake with real pure Ohio syrup poured over it. I bought the buckwheat pancake mix to go with green tomato syrup I made from some of the tomatoes the Community Garden's overseer gave me from what he was throwing out. Two little ones were still good. Something wierd has been happening with my Social Security money when it gets to my bank account and I've reported it online. So, this week has some newness to it besides the new heating unit in my apartment. I know Jesus has me in his hand and he wont let me lose my life to these troubles. There is so much to be happy with and to be thankful for. One for Satan's ways asked where is the joke and aren't you afraid? There is no need for any more stimulation than to have an answered to prayer.
Current mood: butternut.
Current music: I'm Already There - Lonestar.
On Labor Day I felt the shifting of the earth while I heard the familiar voice of a local shoesalesman saying something about the shift and reminiscently I saw a thought revery of myself being told by the man whom I had known was my brother yet stood as my Dad. He told about the shift of the earth before Winter's coming and the beginning of Autumn and just as I had been telling me I had been telling him I had felt the shift's occuring. A lesson I learned from Cleveland's public school system. To that moment I began to see rocking chairs as a vital need for someone in my situation. I bought two pairs of shoes yesterday and I'm feeling the happiness of the season's changing. A pair of "ceramic" colored sandals and a pair of natty maryjanes that go with my neat cross shoulder bag. The maryjanes are really comfortable with a gel insert and a three quarter arch support. Because my eyes have been less than my perfect eyesight I've designed a comfortable eyepatch that allows me to the freedom to set my hair and gives my covered eye the same general light differences as the excersizing eye. It may be seen on my facebook page. Not that I'm holding my feet to my mouth but, it is a more secure and safe feeling with my eyepatch delivering logical area in light messages to my brain.
Current mood: corduroy.
Current music: Hair (reminiscence in my head).
I had a dream, more like a vision of what I thought was telling me about the Western Wall of the East Jerusalem Temple falling very very soon. It could mean that it meant that even the dream was really more like a vision of a male who had meshaouled a female and lives in Cleveland, Ohio. The form of her lay on her side naked. Her head turned as if watching someone coming towards or away from her. Her flesh was covered with sores and decaying areas. Her face looked merely in contemplation of an individual she might speak to at any minute and her hair on her head looked normally clean and kempt. I woke thinking her of course a whore and again of the East Jerusalem Temple wall as the possible meaning for seeing the vision of a dream in my sleep. I recently let Shawl into the knowledge that I think he is a whore yet, I knew that when he asked the teenagers of Tappan Jr High School what food they loved the most so he could tell them his is pizza. Sonny's son isn't my son. That was one of Tom Bodet's favorite or disfavorite accomplishments. I love the name I think of our God the most for he is his own to me; Jesus! The addiction to our known Universe has it begun? God has allowed life to be destroyed and will turn it back life from the destroyers. I have begun to copy my journal at the public library as I said I would do in a methodical fashion and I am planning to edit it. I have seen there have been some editing of swear words that I did not do to it. I hope our language wont drop the real use of the word monkey as it is a descriptive word that now keeps hindts to what they really are and not innocent portrayers of people.
Current mood: flake.
Current music: public library sounds - no music.
Oh HO! My computer light is out again! Would you like to sit and talk with yourself or try to buy a new one. Am I listening? Every Jew is waiting to make the war wait on them so, I have no elder helpers? Not on either side. I haven't decided. The library practices physical jokes with words. And power hungry types. They say it is the end of the computer age as we knew it. An example of that not wanting to buy Windows 8, I want Windows 7. I hate that humans have monkeyed around with our emotions to say that using the computer is for business use primarily. The end of sober thinking? The end of the computer age! Not because of the hindts but, because of the monkeys. Readying for the ressurections? I like the thought. I can't find humor in the inobservance of the Ten Commandments. It isn't a sin to call humans monkeys as long as the term hindt is used. Takes a little explaining about The Sign of the Beast. Can they do it? I can do that if needed. Everyone should know that about the International Judgement. Keep monkeys working on blurty.com (even if they are Jewish humans in a metaphorical way of speech). I think many people have had a sigh of relief in thinking about people being accepted. Not that the Jews accepted me.
Current mood: clean through.
Current music: no music.
Yesterday I used my quisine art mixer and made a soup that is really cool tasting when warm and great cold. I made it with: a bunch of green scallion onions diced
one yellow squash diced
one cup fennel minced
3 seedless cucumbers
1 can creamed corn
2 Tbsp dried chives
1/2 tsp tarragon
1/2 tsp salt
1 small bay leaf cut up
1 tsp oil
5 cups water
This is how I made it; a bunch of scallion green onions and one yellow squash diced and sautee in a small amount of oil to and let cool. Mince fennel and add 1/2 tsp tarragon and 1/2 tsp salt. Then I cut up one small bay leaf and 2 Tbsp dried chives and add them to 5 cups water and set it to boil 2 minutes in a large pot. Thinly slice 3 cucumbers and add one can creamed corn to the seasoned water in the pot and add the minced ingredients and cucumbers then return the pot to boil and simmer 7-8 minutes.
This soup has all the five servings of vegetables and can be a sidedish that saves the day. I ate my Veggie Cucumber Soup in a the best smelling apartment around! Besides that I did my laundery in the morning and washed the Tshirt I bought while in the cabin quarters on the Lynx sail away on the Fourth of July. Another thing I liked about this soup is I can use the dill on something with it if I want to. Just now I watched How to make a Cucumber Shark - YouTube..that was funny. He can do that! My pretty sweet Green Vegetable Cucumber Soup isn't as his cucumber shark is prettyish.
Current mood: peachy.
Current music: The Cucumber Song - YouTube.
It always is sitting in a car either Cecil B. Demille's and then Hermynius Lotts whose days were sent to be in the way of where Cecil had been to help care to bring me about to home again for it wasn't determined to any of us where the location of the house Cecil and I did eventually arrive at. When we did arrive there we found it to be a house of no special or great individual nature and most all of the houses appeared to be the same. I knew of those kinds of houses yet, Cecil didn't know I knew. So, we chatted as usual about what we were working on and what we might work on until there was nothing more to do and so the day happened into the dream world again since I was so young and I had to find my way alone to home or be taken as we saw reasonable and okayed by whoever was on the phone to answer at home. This was before Cecil had decided to use the flesh to make himself in the likeness of a Jew. A man had called out to us asking what were we doing in that house and we laughed in the ignorant way that vandals could have although I meant no harm to anything and so niether did Cecil. The man proclaimed himself to be Eric and also Potter as he asked for a job from Cecil. At that and as usual I was put to be away yet, not too far away to listen and not be in the conversation to it I had not lost my concentration by heat or disease. The air and the new house were in excellent condition. Somehow I had been lost to the place there. That house marked the possible first moment I couldn't be in the way of losing my mind and health while working. Admittedly though it was the use of Farsi business practices. And it was by way of that home my simultaneous education to be a Nazi was forming a path to the Amish village's schoolhouse. I spent the moments of my days learning from them with everyday the final objection to the call to give to Hitler the homage of a heil they did. And everyday I struggled to find my school's needs for me to perform for their planned education to my life at home in Michigan. The house began to only appear in dreams by way of the use of Potapher's Weapons to put me to sleep in the car or my specific boredom at the business practices of criminals before we got there and then I awoke. The house began to be used without our control it seemed to me since I didn't want to be there and follow the business practices while I wondered why we had been opened up to the use of it and had no other chances but, to find out. Out of the door or out of my mind into sleep's dissapearances I had anorexia so the festive ways of the house only kept the path of my halting the energies there. Seeing it in dreams helped me to seperate my life torn into my musical business, the constancy of animating The Simpsons and, doing my part of the work for the Motion Picture Industry. I flitted the excistance of a flake without being seen. Perhaps that is why the house was in the possesion of the man named Eric whom we now know was Ho Chi Min. Waking in my thoughts I saw some of the directional displays of people involved in using that house. There was a dog who had been a man who said he was going to be a lizard. I saw the lizard and I saw the dog. It was this that helped me to desire to leave that house alone yet, my dream every year once or twice a year took me there. The dream before this last one the grass was getting drier and this last of the dream, the final dream the house had no grass only desert like conditions that there in California are easily held to lasting. When the dream began I had been set up into a very small car like an Austin Mini and Matt Damon beginning to turn into Big Daddy in size was getting into the front seat to drive and in the passenger seat was Michael with his long black hair with what I thought was a baby on his lap. I sat there thinking this is a married couple and then I remembered Michael was talking to me and then I felt myself remember. The car was suddenly going and as we drove my body lurched forward and my lips touched the bare very tanned shoulder of the driver and embarassingly I stared at the frosty pink lip gloss in a perfectly set small print of my mouth in a pressed, stressed and hopeful smile. The car stopped and the front seat passenger began to exit the car to stand outside yet, he begged our forgiveness at not doing it and what seemed suddenly like a dog leaped from his lap. And then I crawled around and out of the car and stood thinking I don't like this one bit it is a desert and I'm in my pajamas and that isn't a dog again it is a baby as the baby began to crawl quickly away. The appearance and the talk of and from the baby made me think it was a joke about my abandoned game of Monster World and then I listened to the baby. He said he was Ho Chi Min and the four legged creature used to be a dog and yet, it wasn't. It was a very large lizard whose back was forming the ridge know to dinosaurs from the color and shapes of a rattler snake. It ran and bit and tore the baby's arm as I thought to run to the another place around the house while I heard the chomping and gritting of the human baby flesh in the lizard's mouth. As I stepped back to run the baby's crying to its mother made me think of who she is and then the baby turn on its side facing me with hairs that looked as if they had been torn from small hair clips that had been there and were removed violently. I saw it was the face of Ho Chi Minn and my thoughts of noninvolvement let me escape to around the house. Then I heard yelling to the lizard in the process of adapting as I floated into the air in the knowledge I could really just get back to sleeping and waking in my own bed. As I was nearly floating in the air and going back to my world from the horrors of it the lizard that had been a dog was running towards the baby again and resumed tearing at the bones and flesh of the baby. I stopped looking at that, I turned my head so I could see it. As I was waking from the dream I had the memory of Ho Chi Minn's voice showing us his wounds from the lizard that had been a dog. I had seen those scars on his shoulder and neck. He stood near one of his very fancy cars that he said inside he would find Deborah. I have the memories of Deborah in those cars while they struggled to keep their political standing in the front of those who know in traffic and on the street's of New York City. I only have to remember that where Jesus Christ is to our belief there are no dogs and then I am well given the hope of truth. The future then had problems in the home that was developed in the area where broadcasts do sometimes take place. Lately I have been wondering if Ed Mahone was Ahab. Ed Mahone was the lover of the hindt that was known as Steve McQueen. Since the BC and the AD are not what I knew them to be then it really is easier to be a lover of comics than not.
Current mood: tested.
Current music: Beauty And A Beat (1940's Swing Justin Beiber...).
In Words With Friends fud is a word! I do believe that is slang. It is all over the place that game. I've got my apartment ready for the workers again this week. I really don't feel so rough about them taking the heater slowly on our way towards Winter. In the beautiful Summer this has been with the cooler weather for the most part I've been happily enjoying it. I saw Robert Powell's face in Pittsburgh as I was at the pier for the Gateway Clipper ships. I think it is John Guilgould who is making the image from memories and the help of friends for that to appear to people. The wierd thing about that is they are doing that with the image of Catherine here in Cleveland, Ohio and yet that was really me. It isn't a pleasant feeling. I think of the Robert Powell ghost as Mike the imaginary or real dog of Herrod's world. I shouldn't have considered him Mike. I thought if I could evangelize Herrod then the dog would be his karoke microphone and not a dog so Micky Rooney would never have been made a dog and Jesus Christ wouldn't be the pursuant of Satan's workers. To have healing in the world as never before. I know the kind of magic they use is really as pithy a fake out reality as Potapher himself. And for that matter too Peter Poppov who'se face had appeared in Alaska with his friends on his path dropping humans down into the ethic of rape bag he holds with his less than gifted friends seeking people they can lift out of life to make their reality available for theft as rape as one of their tools. It isn't the greater portion. It is obvious because when Mike who killed Peter did arrive to meet the Mike that is a hindt and a gangster they were virtually the same person living in the same fate.
Current mood: more.
Current music: Taylor Swift Haunted.
I wish every moment of every day that I had my real family. I St. Louise MO I had seen the second home that "Cochise" had taken me to with him. The first one was one of the homes that Michael was just recently handing out because the witches had killed most of everyone who lived here in Cleveland OH. He had been compromised by a Jap male and I thought he wasn't really interested in what I could offer until he heard about the houses. They didn't have a house for him and so instead he found the path I had taken through Missouri and there he offered my life to be the mother to two witches. Mohamed's two males had taken the way of my life and soon I found they really couldn't have my true being since I was the grandmother by way of a sinister male who had made himself reincarnated into Cathy. I had been Cathy's mother on the day of High School graduation at Pioneer High School they waited for my life that they cultivated named David and raped me. Cathy had chosen whatever they gave from their designs in that family. She eventually lost her life here in Cleveland, Ohio. I believe that somewhere there have to be parents that I came from and I seek the Lord God in all of his being for the answer. Happy thoughts about the Federal Trade Commision and the climate of today coincidentally 89 degrees Farenheit and partly cloudy. A funnier thing? I bought some fennel. If that isn't funny then I find some more zuchini to put it with and that will make fennel good.
Current mood: prickly.
Current music: sounds of the Rockport Public Library.