I've had breakfast for dinner twice this week and your post helped me figure out what I've been craving (and not getting) is the hashbrown casserole.

And I live all of 1.5 miles from a CB. You know where I'm eating tomorrow, right?

Hunny, it's totally normal. Hey, this time of year? I feel sad about all the relationships that never worked out, much less marriages. I think its the weather. And the loss of your left kidney. But you will be up and swinging a whole lot more quickly than the first time around, and the next time? You'll pause, be a little sad, then figger its not even worth mulling over.

Until then, you do have great friends. B/c if you made me breakfast with no eggs, I'd have to ... eat it, but then I'd grumble about the no egg situation. (I *love* breakfast foods any time of day.)

Sounds like a great girls night to me! Nothing better than some champagne with...well anything :)

Oh Joy!! I thought my fuzzy feet (uh...foot...since #2 has yet to be made) were huge and that my yarn was crazy bulky...but lo and behold! Auntie Purl's are just as big...and her yarn just as bulky.

Woo...sigh. Since Your Yarnness is definitely more knitter-advanced than I...I feel mucho better.

(((HUGS))) Life just plain sucks sometimes. It's great that you have some awesome friends and awesome yarn to help you through the rough patches!!

I hear ya, Chicky! As a fellow single chick, hate the dang holidays. But we'll get through them ... we've got YARN! And Fuzzy Feet Knit-a-longs! And ... did I mention The Yarn??! :)

Watch it with that champagne if you're gonna be losing a kidney...

Glad I'm not the only one that blogs when I should be working. ;-)

Great job so far on the fuzzies - I'm impressed!

There's nothing wrong with breakfast for dinner. Who has time to cook fancy breakfast foods for breakfast, anyway?

Ooh, will we get to see sock monsters when you get to the gusset?

Make sure you do something extra special for yourself on Dec 5th!! You deserve it!!

Oh...and I LOVE Roy's chair

Hash brown casserole? I know not of such things, sounds divine.

Hmmm, your's on Dec. 5th, mine was on Dec. 7th, sounds like celebrating on the 6th to me.

What's with all the post-it-notes on the monitor??????? You're too young to turn into one of those old ladies with post-it-notes all over the place - trash them girl.

Tootles~

Coming out of lurkdom to say: I'm sorry you're sad, but it's completely reasonable. I wish I could say something frightfully funny, to take the sting out of it for you.

It may interest you to know that in my (admittedly un-important) opinion, after the craziness you've been through, the fact that you're doing so well is a miracle. You are, in-fact, so cool, that I've dubbed you my new hero. (and my cats agree)

Dec. 5th eh? It also happens to be the 10 year anniversary of my house fire, which, I'll have you know, was rumored to have been caused by me "aka - ms. goody two shoes, herself" smoking crack in the attic. Gotta love highschool.

Cheers! and don't worry, It is the holidays....but believe you me, you're better off ;)

I LOVE breakfast for dinner. Sounds like you had a good time.

You'll be relieved when the divorce is all over.

Aww, Purl. Big virtual hug coming your way:

OOOOOooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooOOOOO

Big and palindromic, like all my hugs.

Last night for dinner I made a Casserole Thing With White Sauce On It. And this Thing, which was sort-of-moussaka only I cut out the really annoying parts so it took an hour and a half to make instead of four, has egg white in it, and then you put the egg yolks in the white sauce. I think white sauce (with egg yolks in it) is the reason the expression "fat and happy" was invented.

So there you have it: there is breakfast food without eggs, and there is non-breakfast food with eggs. Live it up! Even They can torment you for only so long.

(Does anyone have a moussaka recipe that takes less than an hour, including cooking time? I will sell you my left kidney for it.)

ok, i live in reseda and don't cook

how much would you charge to make me some hashbrown casserole and bacon? ;)

ohmygosh! i have the same hello kitty thing! from hawaii, right? or anywhere touristy?

That is *so* my type of breakfast for dinner, particularly given that I am allergic to eggs. Yet, breakfast calls to me. I think it's the bacon.

Dude, it is SO going to get better. You said it to me, and I'll say it back to you. I think, in fact, that I daresay that it's going to be great. And you know, I'm not usually the most optimistic of sorts. But it is.

Greatness awaits.

I just stumbled across your blog a few days ago and really look forward to reading it every day. You are absolutely hilarious! Thanks so much for sharing. Maybe what you feel now is like the nausea that comes before an oral report....you know once it's over you feel great relief and can get back to eating again. Wishing you strength (and plenty of good champagne!) for this rough time.
ducky

What's that under the window? Love your couch. What's in that bag by Shannon? I can see some games - what are all your games? Can you take a closer picture of the books so I can see the names? Is that a stripey cat toy in front of the bookcase? Oooo, a Hello Kitty mousepad! What's the book in front of Karman? What's that gorgeous blue behind Roy? Nice chair. Can I come over and look at your stuff?

You know, I actually found myself kind of moving my mouse like then I could see around the corners or something. Sorry.

Might you have a use for this pattern? >;)

http://www.theanticraft.com/badjuju.htm

And I often have cereal for dinner...

@#%$ the eggs!! What about grits?!!! Well, the champagne makes up for the lack of grits &/or eggs..Heck, if it'd been me, you coulda just served the champagne by itself!
Can you share the hasbrown casserole recipe or is that TOP SECRET?

4 years post-divorce I chortle to myself that the Ex's wife has to deal with his family. I so pity the girl. She's too nice for him.

... the other thing, applying for a home loan required me to dig up the divorce papers. Not a pretty scene but nothing that a pound of chocolate couldn't help. That, and my house is bigger that his... So there.

All that being said, life does get better ... I promise. Hugs to you and a tissue for your tears.

I served breakfast for dinner tonight. We had fried egg sandwiches, because we're British, and we love the cholesterol, and to hear our arteries clang shut, you know. It was good, but would have been vastly improved with the addition of champagne. Which I must remember for the next time I serve that culinary delight. We had OJ, in the vain hope that by giving a nod towards our daily five portions of fruit and veggies, we might stave off the ill effects of all that evil eggy-ness. If they so bad, why do they taste so good?

yes, laurie, the holidays are loomin'-and guess what? you are an adult, better yet, a divorced adult-meaning-you don't have to deal with outlaws(inlaws) for the holidays!
lov,lis

My divorce was final December 24. Yes, the freaking day before Christmas. My dad startled the heck out of me when he found out--he said we'd have to have a party to celebrate. As glad as I was to get rid of the SOB, I was still very sad for a long, long time.

Now 16 years post-divorce, I can say with absolute certainty that it does get better. I was single almost 10 years before I met and married my Mr. Right.

My best advise is to become the best "you" you can be. Start loving the life you're living (and if you're not loving it, change it 'til you are). Once you get there, the rest will follow.

{{{{{Laurie}}}}}

It's looking good :-) I wore mine last night 'cos my feet were cold!

Oh Lord, I must be riding the Fuzzy Feet Short Bus with you. I haven't even gotten my yarn or needles! I've ordered it, but it has yet to ship. Meanwhile, my feetsies are getting cold.

Hashbrown casserole for dinner is good. We do it here with sandwiches and then I can pretend that I've cooked a wholesome meal.

I'm sorry you're sad, but you're completely entitled to feel that way sometimes. Embrace the wallowing! Holidays suck when you've got sadness in your life (I can relate, although my sadness is a different sort entirely), so don't feel you have to put on the "happy face" just because tv commercials tell you you should be jolly this time of year.

Oh, and I love breakfast for dinner. ;)

you're a very cute dork at that! (soy un dork tambien!) i was laughing outloud at the heelflap on the monitor :)
well, i know it sucks, as you've said, but, the good/better times are coming your way --- have some champagne on december 5th! hell, let's all drink champagne on december 5th! i'll be sure to toast you :)

Oooh I love breakfast for dinner...didn't know it was white trashy...we had fried potatoes with onion and bits o ham in them last night. Champagne definitely would have gone good with that. Ah well, next time.

Remember, this whole divorce thing is like a roller coaster ride. You're gonna have some low points. Glad you had good friends with you last night. They always are a good thing.

Remedial or not, the foot is looking good. And if you are una dork grande, mi hija es una dorka venti, go see what she's doing with some fuzzy feet. (Oops, that's coffee sizing, not a spanish adjective. I should have paid attention in school.)

And everything goes better with Champagne!

I am super impressed with that heel flap, I could never handle that. At least not yet. Seriously, I haven't gotten out of the scarf stage. I can knit on circulars now, but dpns? I have nightmares about them!

I'm going to attempt a hat soon. Scary, totally scary.

Could be worse, you could be stuck with the Cheese until *after* Christmas ... consider it an early gift.

And cheer up, next week, an all-new LOST, and finally, finally, finally we get to see which female character gets the ax .... one guess?

Breakfast for dinner? I thought you Californians ate raw fish 24/7, like seals ...

My children's father (may he rest in peace - even though he isn't dead. Just thinking positive people!) does not understand the breakfast for dinner concept. He thinks that I am a terrible mother for ever serving it. BFD, in and of itself, is assuredly one of the top 10 things in life. Nothing is more comforting.

Breakfast for dinner sounds like an excellent idea, I haven't done that in ages.

And Cracker Barrel? I've been telling the boy we need to go soon, it's been far too long.

Hash browns in any format are the staff of life...I'll be toasting you with champagne on the 5th! Long live Crazy Aunt Purl!

If it makes you feel any better - I had to pay my ex $30,000 to make him go away, plus the $4000 I paid my attorney. And he's the one who swore he was not gay (I figured probably bi), but the reality comes out eventually.

You're better off without him!

there is some sort of contagious melancholy going around the internets.

be advised.

Wait!!! That's it!!! We'll have a Drink-along-with-CAP on 12/05! We can ALL celebrate with you! Who's in!?

God, I am just separating and I am exhausted already. Next time you have white trash food, introspective, and tearful, dial me up, and I am so THERE. I think I am wearing the people here out...and it could have been worse. You could have not had any alcohol!

My husband was away on a business trip to DC, a he calls me at like 8pm one night just to BRAG that he was eating at a Cracker Barrel!!! What a bastard!! And did he get me anything? NO! Last time I was at a Cracker Barrell, without him, I got him a effing sock monkey with a purple cape, just like the one he had when he was little. Yep. Husbands = bad news. Cracker Barrels = good news. Husbands and Cracker Barrels = LELAH CRYING, because she gets no love.

Patti:

What's that under the window?
-- a painting I started and never finished

What's in that bag by Shannon?
-- a bottle of Tide I have yet to take to the laundry room

I can see some games - what are all your games?
-- Um? Monopoly. Life, Scrabble, the Barbie Prom Queen game, Boggle, some other stuff?

Can you take a closer picture of the books so I can see the names?
-- Perhaps, one day, I will post stalkerazzi pics of my house. I am so glad to meet you Patti because I am such a sucker for pics of people's houses! You're only encouraging me!

Is that a stripey cat toy in front of the bookcase?
-- Yes! Lori from Stitch 'n Bitch made it! My cats ADORE it.

What's the book in front of Karman?
-- Some web design books I sent her home with.

What's that gorgeous blue behind Roy?
-- Another half-finished painting.

Can I come over and look at your stuff?
-- yes! Hope you aren't allergic to cat hair!

Don't let the bastards get you down Purl.

Just think of all the people that wait for your blog to update so we can come here and commiserate with you on living in chez spinsters and knitting projects gone bad.

And breakfast-at-night (as we called it in my house when I was a child) is always a good idea.

Hang in there.

Here in my little corner of Edmond, Ok, November 1 kicks off the beginning of Champagne season. That means cases are purchased and bottles are consumed at every occasion. Add some juice (traditional orange or my favorite-- cranberry)and it becomes an appropriate breakfast beverage. You just can't beat a drink that sparkles.

I'm in for the CAP Drink-a-long on the fifth. Finals week! I'm on the east coast and I'll start at 7pm EST.