I HATE Star Wars. HATE!! Did I always hate Star Wars? No. So why now? All the damn freaking commercials that are Star Wars related. Star Wars this. Star Wars that. Ok watch out…here comes some profanity. If you don’t like profanity STOP READING NOW!

Fuck Star Wars! That’s right! You heard me. Here it comes again! Fuck Star Wars. I’m not going to watch the stupid fucking movie. Ok I think I got that out of my system.

Alan said “really? You’re not going to watch the movie? You want me to go watch it with the nephews?”

My answer: Hell yes I’m not watching that fucking thing!

Ok maybe I didn’t get it out of my system. Damn fucking Star Wars. I was watching Family Guy and it ended Star Wars like and I could have screamed and thrown something at the television I was so mad. Stupid fucking Star Wars! I can’t believe how irritated I get. I have actually been reading well not reading more like seeing RED when I see Star Wars mentioned on Sci Fi Daily. I get all pissed and make this argh noise and give the computer screen the bird sign. Yes I’m totally delusional. Giving my computer the finger as if anyone could see it. I’m just sitting here laughing at the sheer stupidity of my actions. I do that to the tv too when I see a fucking Star Wars commercial. Or I mutter profanities under my breath. And Alan sits a few feet away asking me what’s wrong. FUCKING STAR WARS that’s what’s wrong.

Ok…I wrote the above a couple of days ago. My Star Wars hate has calmed down a bit. The last time a commercial came on I didn’t have the urge to throw something at the screen. As soon as it came on Alan looked over at me to see my reaction. I was very calm about it. I just widened my eyes a little. That’s it. Ok…widened my eyes A LOT. But no profanity or giving the bird or mutterings under my breath.

I read my iVillage 25 week pregnancy newsletter today and it mentions itchy belly. Nope. No itching for me. Well not due to baby anyways. Just the bug bite. No more naked gardening for me. *Wink, wink* But when I woke up this morning I was lopsided. LOPSIDED. Alan said my belly looked all crooked. I guess baby was squashed onto one side of my belly. Guess it’s all the side sleeping I’ve been doing.

This is baked parmesan chicken. It’s from the first Fine Cooking magazine I ever owned, May 2000 #38. It’s the reason I subscribe to Fine Cooking. Alan loves this chicken. It’s oh so yummy and easy to make.

I decided to look up the recipe and I found it here. It’s exactly the same, word for word except for one ingredient: 1 tsp. basil. In the magazine it suggests 1 1/2 tsp of either thyme, sage, or another favorite dried herb. I usually use thyme.

Things I do differently with this recipe: The directions call for a whole chicken cut into quarters but sometimes I will use just drummettes or wings. Oh and I also don’t always baste it. Alan likes it fine whether or not I baste it. You should try it and tell me if you like it too. It’s only been me and Alan so I’m wondering if other people will find it oh so yummy too.