Monday, October 31, 2005

It Is Time!

The time has come! It is done, it is complete! Phin is an evil genius. The MuNu empire is one blogger larger! Go now! My new site is please update your blogrolls accordingly. Please visit too, cause I'm starting out at the bottom of the Ecosystem and need to regain my Large Mammalian status! Thank you to everyone who helped me set the site up! I worship at the feet of your technical prowess.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005


Anyone looking for my site is out of luck at the moment, until it is back though, I will be here. Feel free to comment on anything really, but I have a question . . . if some fancy website starts postin pictures of your family and labels them Trailer Trash, can ya sue? And where did they git those pictures of my mama, daddy, grampy and grammy? Huh?

Check out what our noisy naybors have to say here: basil's blog BOBO BLOGGER Cranky Neocon Dangerous Logic Fistful of Fortnights HECTOR VEX It Is What It Is Mean Ol' Meany Merri Musings MY Vast Right Wing Conspiracy Riehl World View Rightwingsparkle Six Meat Buffet Sortapundit The Ebb & Flow Institute The Jawa Report The Nose On Your Face The Therapist Vince Aut Morire

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Don't worry

I am still here! I am in the middle of an appellate brief, had a hearing yesterday and have a hearing Friday. I am just dead-dog tired and can't catch up. Anywho, I will be back shortly to unveil my new site! Keep your fingers crossed that I will know what I am doing!

Friday, May 27, 2005

25 Word Challenge One Day Early!

Well, since I fully intend to start my weekend today, I thought I'd also offer up this week's challenge a day early: As always, the rules are quite simple... I'll get the story rolling along and you just place your contribution in the comment section....however, it must contain exactly 25 words NO MORE NO LESS! You can post as many additions to the storyline as you want, but no back to back comments! You owe all thanks and praise to my good friend, Feisty Christina. She thought up the idea in the first place and actually assented to my taking a turn as host -- silly, silly girl! Please remember to tune in next week as Yabu at Bad Bad JuJu hosts a new edition of the Challenge make sure to add your piece of the story next week as well. Here goes . . . I am counting on you all to move this story along!

Readying for this reunion of sorts, his pace slowed - today - the day he had to face his fears, face what he'd done many years ago . . .

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Melon Smoothie

With Summer quickly advancing, thought I'd share a yummy and easy smoothie. 2 cups very ripe cubed melon (such as watermelon, honeydew or cantaloupe)* 1 cup ice cubes (5 to 7 regular cubes), crushed** 2 to 3 tablespoons powdered sugar, if desired In blender, combine melon, ice and powdered sugar. Cover; blend until almost smooth. **Place ice cubes in heavy-duty plastic bag and pound with mallet or hammer until coarsely crushed. Mix with your favorite alcohol to kick it up a notch too!

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

WTW - Havin' Me a Party!

Originally uploaded by zen..

How's ya'll like my party lites? Jed helped me make em out of shotgun shells. I think it gives the traylor a sorta, how do you say it? Ambeance.

Check out what our noisy naybors have to say here: basil's blog BOBO BLOGGER Cranky Neocon Dangerous Logic Fistful of Fortnights HECTOR VEX It Is What It Is Mean Ol' Meany Merri Musings MY Vast Right Wing Conspiracy Riehl World View Rightwingsparkle Six Meat Buffet Sortapundit The Ebb & Flow Institute The Jawa Report The Nose On Your Face The Therapist Vince Aut Morire

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

10 Things I haven't done Meme

Tom at Hamstermotor nailed me with this meme. I am supposed to tell ya'll 10 things I haven't done so here goes . . . brace yerselves! 1. I have never eaten an organ of any animal; 2. I have never chewed, already chewed gum that I found on a chair; 3. I have never placed hexs or voodoo spells or curses of any kind on anyone, though I have wanted to many times; 4. I have never ridden a horse bare-back and nekkid; 5. I have never had relations with anyone of the same sex; 6. I have never gone skinny dipping under the bright shine of the moon on a warm summer's day; 7. I have never won more than $15 on the lottery, including scratch-off tickets; 8. I have never missed when shooting varmin from my kitchen window; 9. I have never missed the local annual county fair in my entire life; 10. I have never danced topless crowd surfed at an outdoor concert . . . wait, um, never mind - did that.

Monday, May 23, 2005

Jeff's Comment Party Is Still On!!

And now a small request, as Jeff toils at boot camp, he needs some lovin of the snail mail variety. Don't send goodies to him, he has to do push-ups for that. If ya'll are so inclined, drop Jeff a line. Here is his spamproof address (note remove the spamproofs and drop him a line): PFC Harr, Jeffrey EE CO 3-10 (2nd PLT)SPAMPROOF 495 Iowa Ave SPAMPROOF SPAMPROOF FLW, MO 65473 SPAMPROOF And, His latest letter home has been posted over at Oh Dark Thirty, give it a look and leave comments at his party while you are there. We are up to 201 and have quite a way to go! Join the fun for Jeffrey!

Karnival of the Kidz

It is up at Practical Penumbra and it is great! Go now.

Friday, May 20, 2005

My Pumpkin

Here is my little pumpkin. Isn't he a cutie? This was taken in the fall, and he wanted to pick out his own "plutkim" He picked out the cutest one and he was showing it off for the camera. He was giddy with delight when I carved the big pumpkin and ripped out the stuff inside. My son and I are on the same plane. We like stuff loud and messy!

Thursday, May 19, 2005

It's Coming!

Keep watching here for the unveiling of my new MuNu site!!

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Carnival of the Vanities

Its up over at the Commonwealth Conservative. Drop in and take a gander, he did a great job.

White Trash Wednesday - Momma's House

Originally uploaded by ryan_hutton.

Thought I'd post a pikture of my momma's house. We moved some of the cars so you could get a good view. One of these days I am gonna move out of the traylor park and into a big ole house like that!

Check out what our noisy naybors have to say here: basil's blog BOBO BLOGGER Cranky Neocon Dangerous Logic Fistful of Fortnights HECTOR VEX It Is What It Is Mean Ol' Meany Merri Musings MY Vast Right Wing Conspiracy Riehl World View Rightwingsparkle Six Meat Buffet Sortapundit The Ebb & Flow Institute The Jawa Report The Nose On Your Face The Therapist Vince Aut Morire

Monday, May 16, 2005

Another Meme!

Manic Viking tagged me with this little "good things happen in threes" gem, er meme. So here goes: 3 names you go by:- Oddybobo Mama Cardinal (as in sin) 3 screennames you’ve had (besides blog psuedonym): Chink (more to do with my name than anything else . . . don't get your panties in a bunch) bobolicious cjh5360 3 physical things you like about yourself:- My ass-length brown hair My toes My birthmark (looks like a bullseye) 3 physical things you dislike about yourself:- My inability to lose the weight gained while pregnant with my first child due to other illnesses My butt, big but slightly flat My big fat legs. 3 parts of your heritage:- Korean Irish Polish 3 things you are wearing right now:- Brown Suede Blazer Black Tanktop Black Dress Pants 3 favorite bands / musical artists: Just three? Led Zeppelin Janis Joplin Jimi Hendrix 3 favorite songs: Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd May This Be Love - Hendrix Tangerine - Zeppelin 3 things you want in a relationship: Humor Honesty Love 3 physical things about the preferred sex that appeals to you:- Height I like taller men cause I am short A strong build but not all muscley Nice ass-cheeks 3 of your favorite hobbies:- Spending time with my Boy Fishing or swimming Camping 3 things you want to do really badly right now:- Go Fishing Go home and spend the day with my son Eat an ice-cream cone, banana soft-serve! 3 things that scare you:- Losing my boy or my Better Half, I can do anything as long as I have them. Knives thrown at me by drug-addled ex-boyfriends. . . long story. Plane crashes. 3 of your everyday essentials:- My cell-phone My bottled water My moisturizer 3 careers you have considered or are considering:- FBI Agent Judge CIA Agent ( I have a thing about badges and guns) 3 places you want to go on vacation:- New Zealand Fiji Alaska 3 kids’ names you like: Ryan Katherine Morgan (boy or girl) 3 things you want to do before you die:- Have more babies Win the lottery Travel 3 ways you are stereotypically a boy:- Can endlessly watch football or Nascar Love to Fish Love firearms 3 ways you are stereotypically a chick:- Moisturizer Love to plant flowers Want to mother all my friends and family (on occassion) 3 celeb crushes:- Elliot Sadler Naveen Andrews Tommy Lee Jones (Don't ask, I just love him) I am going to pass this one to my first born-the Babaganoosh, if he's done with finals yet.

Karnival of the Kidz

Boudicca has been working overtime this week and has done a great job with this weeks carnival! Go check it out, all the cute faces will have you in stiches.

Friday, May 13, 2005

It's Up!

The Carnival of Recipes that is, and Boudicca did a wonderful job! Go see it now, and get cooking, my family will be there at 7

Thursday, May 12, 2005


I like country music, usually. I am not really that fond of performers like Tim McGraw or Faith Hill, but many people are. Faith Hill has a new CD coming out and its title is "Fireflies". Fireflies and not country music is the thought for this post. I will probably buy Fireflies, just because of the title. When I was a wee one, my daddy took me on my first firefly (also called lightning bugs) collecting expedition. It was a early summer evening, the temperature was nearing 80 degrees but the breezes were still crisp. Jackets were going to be necessary as the sun drifted below the tree line. I stood at the sliding glass door waiting for that first flicker, and there it was, like a tiny beacon in the coming darkness. I shreiked with delight, and mason jars in hand, out we went to collect the "dancing lights" as I called them then. My daddy showed me how to gently cup them in my hand so as not to harm them, and running through the yard I did just that. The sky was filling with what seemed like millions of dancing lights each one flickering on and off as if a silent symphony was being played out in lights. Of course, after a while, the excitement began to build with my energy and the ones that were too high were simply swatted out of the sky to the ground so that I could add them to my jar. My daddy chuckled as he showed me how to smear a firefly on my clothes so that I would glow too, after offering the simple explanation that the fireflies likly didn't feel it as I mutilated one, I agreed to do it too, and it simply added to my delight. When our sojourn was over, I had a jar full of lights and I tightly screwed on a cap that my daddy had added holes to. I took those fireflies into my room and they acted as a makeshift night light. In the morning, the fireflies were still. Most were still alive, although my fun had resulted in some casualties. I let them all out so that I could repeat the fun that evening. My daddy never tired of running through the yard, or lifting me up to catch those fireflies. Later I learned that the lights were a mating dance, and the romance of those bugs was not lost. I anxiously await the early days of summer now. When those first lights flicker at dusk. It takes me back to that happy place I knew back when. When my daddy was Hercules and dancing lights lit my room. Whenever I think of fireflies, I think of those times, when a summer evening would be spent gathering fireflies or simply chasing them through the yard trying to predict from which direction the next light would come. I think of campouts and marshmallow roasts, and I think of laughter. Those days are nearing quickly now, and my son has a vast yard in which to catch fireflies. I will teach him to gently cup them in his hand, and I will also teach him to smear one or two on his clothes so that he glows as We both squeal with delight. I cannot wait!

Karnival of the Kids Entry #4

As a special treat, this is me *note: I am the baby*! Here I am in all my sleepy glory as a wee bebe. My mom and dad look a bit weary, I must have been keeping them up at night.

Pork and Pineapple Kababs

I love to grill and fruit on the grill is delicious. Use fresh pineapple for the best flavor. Enjoy! 1/4 cup frozen pineapple juice concentrate, thawed 4 teaspoons cider vinegar 4 teaspoons molasses 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce 1/2 teaspoon hot pepper sauce (I use korean, but you can use your favorite) 2 teaspoons canola oil 1 lb. center-cut boneless pork loin chops (1 1/4 inch thick), cut into 1 1/4-inch pieces (City Chicken cubes will do too) 1/4 teaspoon salt 1/4 teaspoon freshly ground pepper 4 (3/8-inch-thick) slices fresh pineapple, each cut into 4 wedges 1 bunch green onions, white and light green parts only, cut into 2-inch pieces 1. In small bowl, whisk together pineapple juice concentrate, vinegar, molasses, Worcestershire sauce, hot pepper sauce and oil. 2. Heat grill. Sprinkle pork with salt and pepper. Alternately thread pork, pineapple and green onion onto 4 (10- to 12-inch) skewers four times; finish each skewer with 1 piece pork. 3. Lightly oil grill grate. Place kebabs on gas grill over medium-high heat or on charcoal grill 4 to 6 inches from medium-high coals. Cover grill; grill 8 to 10 minutes or until pork is browned and just cooked through, turning and basting occasionally with pineapple juice concentrate mixture. Do final baste 2 minutes before kebabs are done cooking.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Hits, Hits, Everywhere

Seems my post on Corey Clark and Paula Abdul and whether they did or did not sleep together in her guest bedroom -- Ewe! Is generating some hits on Yahoo and Google and Google UK. . . It I keep this up, I might even hit 10,000 visits! I'm number one for the search Corey Clark, Paula Abdul, sleep on Google UK. Now Corey Clark says he has proof of the affair with Paula Abdul that is just too explicit to show to AI. Hmmm, I wonder what kind of hits that will generate . . . oh, and EWE! The thought that entered my mind was that his proof is like nude pictures or maybe stained clothing or special video tapes . . . ewe, ewe, ewe! UPDATE: Ok, more on the EWE front! Apparently, Corey Clark is set to reveal a "distinguishing characteristic" of Paula's that only those who have been intimate with her would know. EWE! On a different note, I even got an odd hit for "Alicia Silverstone in Handcuffs", which I didn't quite expect, and I am #1 on a Google search for "I smell a turd"

White Trash Wednesday-Driver

A midget in a monster truck! He's growin up to be jes like his daddy, if'n I could only remember who that be.

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Tuesday, May 10, 2005


I am on the 41st floor of my building and a C-130 Hercules transport plane just did a fly-by in connection with an event at Heinz Field. Not quite expecting it, I was a bit startled to say the least - - planes flying at your building not a welcome sight, until I regained my composure and realized it was a C-130. Then I did some quick google searches and found out that it was for a scheduled event. Nothing like a plane flying at your window to wake you up on a bright sunny day!

The Party's Still On

Oh, its on! But, it is starting to lag a bit. Harvey is currently spaced on roofies, Alekx is looking for a spinning partner, the midgets have all been flogged and a challenge has gone out (by me) to grab the nearest blogger to join the party. The blogger doesn't have to be willing, Dorko has enough roofies to go around . . .

Karnival of the Kidz #3

Its up and its great! Prochein Amy did a wonderful job on the round up this week. Go check it out!

Monday, May 09, 2005

Ahh, Monday

It is 80 out and I am wearing longsleeves as my arms are all jacked up. I went 4-wheelin yesterday and didn't wear a jacket. The jaggers took my arms to task for that oversight! So, I will be uncomfortable all day cause I'm a dumb a$$. Oh, and I am sick too, damn spring cold! On a lighter note, had a great mother's day and got all my small flower beds done, or at least started. On to the big ones next!

Friday, May 06, 2005

Its Friday!

It is Friday and I am looking forward to what is suppossed to be a beautiful weekend! I have weeds to pull, mulch to spread, and mother's day dinner to cook. Oh, how I love spring (and Fridays in Spring)!

Thursday, May 05, 2005

What is that Foul Smell? Why a Turd in the Punchbowl of Course!

I have been tagged by VW with the Turd meme! Yippee. That means I have to write a dirty ditty about some turd in the punchbowl. Here goes: Turd in the punchbowl no its not chocolate ice-cream Turd in the punchbowl oh wait, maybe its green Turd in the punchbowl this dirty ditty is done Turd in the punchbowl see? wasn't that fun? Ok, I am not going to tag anyone with this. Cause its kind of, well, stanky.


That's right! It's Cinco De Mayo! So round up all your illegal alien friends (or if you are the Manic Viking, your neighbors), don sombreros, mix up a batch of margaritas, eat a taco or an enchilada and dance to the sounds of a mariachi band. Or, if you are a history buff or just generally into reenactments attack your local Frenchman with a pitchfork! Viva la Mexico! (Just kidding!) In honor of my good (not-illegal) Mexican friend, I made homemade tortillas and had ouevos rancheros for breakfast! MMM, now, time for the Cuervo.

Corey Clark and Paula Abdul

Ewe. Did I say ewe? Corey Clark is like a mini-Michael Jackson. Or a Michael Jackson wannabe. He isn't even attractive. Ewe. He's the "can't sing but I need some bling" gigalo of 2005. Paula Abdul is like a robot. Ewe. She'd sleep with Corey Clark after bedding Emilio? Ewe! But, do cell phones lie? What happened to the "she was gonna pay me a cool 2 million to keep it quiet" I didn't see that on the "shocking"ly boring tell-all. How about real details? Everyone knows Paula has dogs with silly girl names. Everyone, who is anyone has a jacuzzi with a tv over it, and hmmm, he couldn't even get it on in her master bedroom? Relagated to guess bedroom privileges only. OK, so Corey Clark screws Paula Abdul on Primetime no less, EWE! Ewe. Have I said that enough? Ewe. But the biggest Ewe? Randy Jackson in those electric blue, skin-tight rubber suits!

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Karnival of the Kidz Entry #3

Ok, Photoshop wasn't working so I simply smudged out the other boy, Here is my future President, quite a bit more grown up than the last picture. He has two hands, his shirt was just pulled down over the other.

White Trash Wednesday's --Limo

Originally uploaded by MagicHappens. Well, y'all jest looky at what my cousin JoeDon has gone and bought. He says he's gonna use it for transporten brides around. Its fortified sos them brides a don't run off and stuff, and it has cameras in case a bride wants a disguise sos she can run fer the hills! Check out what our noisy naybors have to say here: basil's blog Bobo Blogger Cranky Neocon Cry Freedom Dangerous Logic Fistful of Fortnights Hector Vex's Infotainment It Is What It Is MY Vast Right Wing Conspiracy MerriMusings Riehl World View Six Meat Buffet The Ebb & Flow Institute The Jawa Report Toner Mishap Vince Aut Morire Mean Ol' Meany

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Immigration Failure

I've updated this: My aunt, would like to stay. She doesn't have much to go back to, her family is scattered and she is alone. Here in the states (she has been here for 2 months) she has my family, her sister and some family we recently discovered living in California. Here she is surrounded by love, in Korea, she is surrounded by the mountains and and no family. I have done my research, contacted several immigration attorneys and got the same answer. For my aunt to stay, she will have to immediately go back to Korea and then wait for a minimum of 10 years (as long as 12) while she is processed. She's 61 now. To wait that long will mean she will be unable to enjoy what our country has to offer, she will be unable to see her young nephew grow. I have to tell you, March was the first time in 23 years that my mom and aunt had seen one another. I had never, ever met her. It was 30 years since my dad had seen her last. To wait another 10 years would be torture. She is independent. Would not get social security as she never worked here, and would not be dependent upon the resources of the state. She simply wants to spend her later years with her sister. I don't talk about this much, but she and my mom lost their beginning years together, then lost the last 30. In all, over the course of their lives, they maybe spent 15 years in one another's company. Should we petition to have her visiting status turned into legal status, she will be sent to Korea until that process is completed. The strain on the system has made such petitions the lowest of priorities. 9-11 has made a 5 year wait 10 years, and all in all, we cater to those who rape this country of resources, while overlooking those who simply want a better life. Everywhere you turn there are illegals flooding the system and costing me money. Even here in Western, PA we have illegals who tend tree farms and work at the places that the amish now refuse to work. I don't begrudge them a living, but at the same time, I want them to strictly adhere to the law. I am a law abiding citizen, hell, I am a lawyer. But I am increasingly tempted to tell my aunt to go home, get her affairs in order, say goodbye to her friends and come back and just stay. She isn't a criminal (not that it would matter). The plain fact is that no one would ever look for her, she is a non-entity. But, my law-abiding mind gets the better of me and I tell myself that that won't do. Instead, I will scrape up the $2000 for her to travel here every six months to a year (if I am able) so that she can spend some of her waning years with my mom. Instead, I will forego new furniture, a 1/2 bathroom, a deck, a new roof, new windows, for the few short months she can spend with my mom. Instead I will actively shout about our open borders and the increasing strain our society is put under when I can't get a shot at the clinic (which is all I will now be able to afford) because an illegal immigrant has gotten there first. The failure of immigration in the country is that for those wanting to come to America legally, the process is so time consuming and difficult that it makes it an impossibiity. It is still possible for children and parents, but that time has even been lengthened to around 5 years. Think of it. Your baby could be stuck in another country while the "process" works itself out. Meanwhile, we are overrun with illegal immigrants that our country chooses to largely ignore because afterall "undocumented individuals have rights too" WTF? They get to trample my rights as a citizen because they are minorities. I got news for ya! I have been a minority all my life. I have never asked for a handout, never asked for a break, never asked for a group right that I wasn't already entitled to under the Constitution. What I ask for is fairness. The system is not fair. To this country immigration reform is to turn the other cheek while another mexican crosses the New Mexico border, while an Muslim intending to do harm sneaks across the Montana border, while the President makes nice with the President of Mexico, who has it in mind to turn the US into a Mexican territory. I am mad! Instead, however, since I don't believe in entitlements to myself, I will stew and wait for the day when one of the generally inept members of Congress introduces a real immigration reform package. One that halts the flow of immigrants (many of whom have criminal backgrounds) into our country and makes it easier for family members of citizens to come here for that better life. So much for immigration reform . . . My rant is done. Resume regularly scheduled programming.

Monday, May 02, 2005

Evil Glenn Moment


Karnival of the Kids #2

Its up here! Sally of Whimsy Capricious did an excellent job!

Sunday, May 01, 2005

The How Old Are You Quiz

Pegged me, sorta . . .

You Are 29 Years Old
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

Friday, April 29, 2005

Just a quick reminder

The party is still going at Jeff's come on by and bring a friend!

Don't Panic!

Its coming, its coming, I can't wait!!!! If you don't know what I am talking about, you need to read the Guide or thumb a ride, or perhaps just have a spot of tea! Don't misplace your towel. Whoo Hoo, its here!

Carnival of the Recipes

Caltechgirl has the new Carnival of the Recipes up and she did a great job. Go now!

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Karnival of the Kids Post #2--Baby Blue Eyes

Here is a picture of the Boy when he was about three months old and lifting himself from the ground for the first time. On this particular day, he rolled over for the very first time. And yes, his eyes are that blue (but they change color to a deep grey on occassion). Who woulda thunk it! I have very brown hair and brown asian eyes, and my baby has blue ones (his daddy has the prettiest ice blue eyes, and my daddy has hazel eyes (heavy on the blue-green) So there you have it a 1/4 asian baby with blue eyes. Wasn't he delicious?

Portobellos and Bow-Ties

I love portobello mushrooms. Grilled, sauted or even baked. So, here is an easy Portobello Mushroom Pasta! 2 cups farfalle (bow-tie pasta) 1 tablespoon olive oil 2 garlic cloves, minced 2 cups sliced portobello mushrooms 2 tablespoons dry sherry 1 (16-oz.) bag frozen broccoli, thawed, steamed to crisp-tender 2 tablespoons chopped fresh basil Salt Freshly ground pepper 1/2 to 3/4 cup (2 to 3 oz.) shredded Parmesan cheese 1. Prepare farfalle according to package directions. Drain. 2. Meanwhile, heat oil in large skillet over medium heat until hot. Add garlic; cook 1 minute. Add mushrooms; cook 6 to 8 minutes or until mushrooms are tender and slightly brown. Add sherry; remove from heat. Scrape bottom of pan to remove any brown bits. 3. Place farfalle in large bowl. Add mushroom-garlic mixture, broccoli, basil, salt and pepper. Top with cheese, and not crappy cheese, but good Asiago or freshly grated Parm!

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Day of Random

Go here for directions: INCOMPREHENSIBLE

WTW-Redneck Car Alarm

Sparky, Spot and Gus guard momma's car while she's gettin her hair done. See, Billy Joe, momma's ex-boytoy wants to get back at momma, so he's been a threatnin to slash her tayors. Sos, she needs these here guard pups to alert her when anyone touches her car. I think momma dun lit on a great idea! uploaded by cszar.

Check out what our noisy naybors have to say here: basil's blog Bobo Blogger Cranky Neocon Cry Freedom Dangerous Logic Fistful of Fortnights Hector Vex's Infotainment It Is What It Is MY Vast Right Wing Conspiracy Rachael Ray Redux Riehl World View Six Meat Buffet The Ebb & Flow Institute The Jawa Report Toner Mishap Vince Aut Morire

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

A Small Request

The Better Half is a volunteer fire-fighter. For those of you who don't live in a city, your fire department and possibly your EMS are volunteer. Redneck jokes aside, these deparments usually hold breakfasts, dinners, auctions and dances in order to raise money for the department. Every year, local governments decide that they "just can't help fund the department this year cause money is tight" while tossing tax money to duplicative services or their favorite slush fund. Remember, these are guys who might have to save your life or property one day. They need new gear, new trucks, insurance, new facilities and manpower, so . . . If it strikes your fancy, donate to those departments by eating there or dancing there. They could use your help. That is all . . .

Monday, April 25, 2005

Grandma Update

The party was a success. Grandma never expected a thing, and was genuinely surprised. The turnout was impressive about 100 people. She said "how did you get these people here? I think its everyone I know!" So to anyone thinking about Grandma yesterday, thank you! Oh, and she got a special treat, my 2-year old sang her happy birthday. . .

Friday, April 22, 2005

Karnival of the Kids offering #1

VW of One Happy Dog Speaks is the host of the new Karnival of the Kids (go there now!) Here's my first entry.

Here is a picture of my Better Half pushing the Boy up the hill on the Boy's first sledding trip. He was a hoot! He would get down to the bottom of the hill, roll around in the snow and then jump up, dust himself off and yell "Again! Again!"

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Grandma's 80!

My grandma will be 80 next week. My dad and I have come to the conclusion, aided by some digging, that gran has never, ever in her 80 years had a birthday party. *Lightbulb on* So on Sunday, we are throwing a surprise party for my grandma. We have invited all the family we could think of, all the church friends, etc... We, as in my mom and me, are making all the food (I have already told you how we over do things . . . ). We expect about 100 people. Grandma's pastor is going to tell her congregation to join him for a "light lunch" at the fellowship hall. Then we will surprise, her by singing Happy Birthday. We can't yell surprise, the ole bat might have a heart attack! Let me tell you about my grandma. She doesn't look 80 (her birthday cake will say 'Happy 35th Birthday' on it). She has always been there for me. She took me in for a year when I was a wayward teen. She came to every significant event in my childhood and young adulthood. She selflessly gave to me when she really shouldn't. She's my grandma and I love her. Grandma took me to the beach, took me camping, to horse shows, to fairs, to rodeos, fishing, shopping, and even shooting. Grandma taught me to cook, taught me to bake, taught me to swim (with my mom of course). She taught me that sharing even special days was important. On my birthday she always baked a "companion cake" for my sister and gave her a small gift so she wouldn't feel left out on my special day. I couldn't imagine life without Grandma. Now, I am realistic. I know that there will come a time when I have to go on without her, but not right now. So, we are giving her a special day, one 80 years in the making. I hope she is as happy with it as we are in the planning. If you think of it, raise a toast to my Grandma, may she live longer and healthier still. She is much loved.

Something Classy

This weeks Carnival of the Recipes is up here! Every now and again, my Better Half makes me my favorite "rich people" dessert . . . Poached Pears. They are unbelievably simple, and can be poached in just about any sweet liquid. Here is a variation we have used: Chianti Chianti Poached Pears 3 tablespoons lemon juice 6 ripe but firm pears 1 bottle Chianti 1 cup sugar 1 tablespoon grated orange peel 2 (2-in.) cinnamon sticks 4 or 5 whole cloves 2 whole allspice Fresh mint sprigs 1. Fill large bowl half full with cool water; stir in lemon juice. Peel pears, leaving them whole with stems intact; place each pear in water before peeling the next one. 2. Place Chianti, sugar, orange peel, cinnamon sticks, cloves and allspice in medium saucepan; cook over medium heat until boiling and sugar dissolves, stirring constantly. Reduce heat to low. Drain pears; place, one at a time, in Chianti mixture. Add enough water to cover completely. Simmer 15 to 30 minutes or until pears are tender but not mushy. Cool pears in liquid; place in clean dry bowl. 3. Return saucepan to medium heat; simmer 10 to 15 minutes or until liquid is reduced by two-thirds. Strain; discard spices. Place 1 pear on each serving plate; drizzle with sauce. Garnish with mint sprigs. And serve with a generous helping of vanilla ice cream or an itty bitty dolop of whipped cream!

I've Been Adopted!

I am now a member of the Bad Example Family. I'm so happy I could pee . . . But, instead I'm going to Jeff's to party!

Wednesday, April 20, 2005


If'n you were wondrin where I lived, my traylor's back down off the stilts and I'm now the third on in on the left, right nexta cousin red! Hey basil? That you visitin Beulah Mae's there?

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Comment Party On!

So, Jeff of Oh Dark Thirty is shipping out . . . going to the Army he is. While his blog is left unattended, a party will be raging. There are some requirements in his absence, so stop on over and get the party started!

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Well Duh!

Your Inner European is Irish!
Sprited and boisterous! You drink everyone under the table.

If I Could Be . . . Meme

Ok, so, hiding my email address wasn't enough because Ogre still tagged me with his silly meme. You know the drill, if I tag you then you have to answer at your place and tag three more, make sure you trackback to Ogre cause the Ogre's trying to keep track of his creation . . . Here are my answers: If I could be a gardner, I would build several acres of greenhouses and raise orchids. I am obsessed with orchids. Then I would sell them at outrageous prices and become a very wealthy gardner. If I could be a farmer, I would wear my John Deere hat, while I drove my John Deere tractor and I would sing "John Deer Green", ah . . . I like green, its the color of money. Oh and I would plant rutabegas cause who plants those? If I could be a doctor, I would find a cure for that itchy burning sensation the ailment that causes stupidity . . . you know the one. The ill that makes you pull out in front of me when I am doing 90 on my way to work, the ill that makes you utter that snide remark while I am fondling my glock. Yes, a cure for stupidity is necessary. Oh, and I'd make money doin it! If I could be an athlete, I would be a professional stockcar driver. Fast cars, beer, screaming fans, beer, oh and money, lots and lots of money *said with Homeresque drool escaping mouth*. If I could be a writer, I would actually take all the useless thoughts and stories that occupy my brain and put them to paper with magnificent prose. I would of course win awards and accolades, and I would also earn money, lots and lots of money. . . Hmm. Screw the jobs, just give me the money! So here's how it works. Immediately following there is a list of 19 different occupations. You must select at least 5 of them (feel free to select more). You may add more if you like to your list before you pass it on (after you select 5 of the items as it was passed to you). Each one begins with "If I could be..." Of the 5 you selected, you are to finish each phrase with what you would do as a member of that profession. If I could be a scientist... If I could be a farmer... If I could be a musician... If I could be a doctor... If I could be a painter... If I could be a gardener... If I could be a missionary... If I could be a chef... If I could be an architect... If I could be a linguist... If I could be a psychologist... If I could be a librarian... If I could be an athlete... If I could be a lawyer... If I could be an innkeeper... If I could be a professor... If I could be a writer... If I could be a llama-rider... If I could be the oddybobo's maid. . . I tag Tom the Pooklekufr (cause he is sweet and smart), Two Dogs (cause he's the Mean Ol' Meany) and VW of OneHappyDogSpeaks because outside of mine, her boys are just the cutest!

Monday, April 18, 2005

Me no speaky

I've been seeing this test all over the blogosphere this a.m. So, here goes . . .

Your Linguistic Profile:

75% General American English
10% Dixie
10% Yankee
5% Midwestern
0% Upper Midwestern

Friday, April 15, 2005


This one is for Tom because my sappier posts seem to make his day . . . The sun has been shining for several days in a row here, not an easy feat in Pittsburgh as it is usually overcast or raining. While the air has still been crisp it is reminding me of summertime. My perch here on the 41st floor of my building has an exquisite view of the Point, the place where the three rivers converge in Pittsburgh (oh and for you baseball fans, I can see PNC Park and all that goes on there . . . ) Anyway, what has been reminding me of summertime is the glisten of the water when the sun hits it at just the right angle. It reminds me of crossing the Chesapeake Bay Bridge on our family vacations which we always spent on Assateague Island in Maryland. My sister and I would pack a bunch of bathing suits and shorts and tanktops for the trip (we literally slept in our suits). We'd sing along with the radio in the car as we drove from Western PA to Maryland, getting more and more excited as we got closer to the shore. Once we hit the bay, the windows were rolled down so that I could smell that musty-salt filled air that I love so much. If I lived there, it probably would not affect me as much, but that scent lingers in my mind, and I can close my eyes and smell it right now. The windows, rain or shine, would stay down until we got to Assateague. Funny thing about Assateague, it always seemed to rain, torentially, as we were setting up our tent, but then the sun would burst forth and there wouldn't be a drop during daylight hours for the rest of our days there. As soon as we would get the car parked, I ran to the top of the dune to say "Hello" to the ocean. The waves would lap the beach as if they were welcoming me, their old friend, back for the summer. I'd zip back to camp to do my part, then off to the beach to sit and listen to the waves, watch the sun glisten off the water and hear the call of gulls as they said Happy Summer in their strangely melodic calls. The rest of the time was spent sun-bathing (I looked good in a bikini in my teen years), crabbing, fishing, canoeing, swimming and eating. We'd troll the boardwalk in Ocean City, which went through its own changes over the years. My sister and I always managed to meet a new guy for the summer, our summer crush. One year it was the creepy guys who ran the photo shop, another it was a group of skaters, still another we each met several guys, a traveling Beach Volleyball team (we were older then). We didn't care, it was all good. Those were some of the happiest days of my life. We'd take with us our best friends, or adopted family, and we'd make so many new friends we'd fill a lifetime of pages about them. Some that spring to mind, two guys who went to the University of Maryland and who were just Freshman at the time. I was probably 13 or 14. I was madly in love with one. I, being a little hippie then, taught him, he was the park naturalist, how to tie-dye for events. We got on well. Over the years, my crush faded, but we remained very good friends. Then there were the twins. They were a good deal younger than my sister and I. Spitfires they were. Both were so full of life that everyone around them was happy to know them. We've lost touch over the years, but I remember their faces as boys when I think about the beach. I imagine they've grown into great young men. The last time I was at Assateague for a vacation, was my honeymoon. Yep, my Better Half and I stayed in a tent on the beach for our long awaited honeymoon and it was great. I got to share with him the love I had for that place, we camped, went to an all-you-can eat crab boil and had a blast. I have been back to visit, but not to camp. I plan to take the Boy there when he is a bit bigger. I want to share with him the joys of being with family, seeing the beach, smelling the smells. I hope he is as fascinated by the sound of waves at night as I was. I hope he loves the outdoors as much as me. I hope that he will cherish memories made on summer days the way that I do. I hope I am as good a parent as my parents were. As I stare out at the Point today wishing I could jump into that inviting water at Assateague, I hope my son looks back in years to come and says to himself "my mom showed me the best that this world has to offer and I want to share it with someone too." That'll mean I did my job and did it well.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Answers to the Ten Things About Me Post

Ok, I know, you were all waiting with baited breath, so, here are the responses to my "ten things about me" post: 1. I was a bully in school. This one's true folks. I was a bully, sorta. See, I lived in an all-caucasian school district and was picked on endlessly because I am 1/2 Asian. In fact, starting in kindergarten I got called all kinds of less-than creative things like "chink" and "jap" and "ching-chong wing-wong" and the like. I didn't get mad, just even. My baby sister got upset, cried all the time. Not me, I jumped in and pounded on those that would try to tease me. My dad had really wanted boys I think. Cause he'd tell me stuff usually reserved for the boys. For example "if you ever get hit, hit back, but keep hitting until someone stops you cause the other guy might get back up!" So, I took his advice and let fists fly whenever challenged. A very typical episode in my childhood was this: I sat in the same seat on the school bus for years(because they had tried to assign seating but it didn't work except that I liked my seat) . In the 6th Grade, a new kid was riding the bus and sat in my seat. I asked him to move, he didn't. I asked again, he told me to buzz off. My best friend Nate told him he needed to watch out cause I'm mean, he said something to the effect of "stupid chink." I gave him my classic (6th grade) warning, which was something like: "If you say that again, I'm gonna hit you." He burst into song: "Ching-chong wing-wong, bang a gong, ching-chong" so I hit him, hard. Poor boy had a black eye and went home crying, ha ha, (he never sat in my seat again). His dad confronted my dad about my dad's "kid" beating his kid up. My dad's response? "You should ask your son why he got beat up by a girl!" He He. I developed a bit of a reputation, but no one picked on me more than once. I did get kicked off the bus a lot. . . wonder why :) 2. I once chased a swimming bear around Jackson Lake in Wyoming so I could take his picture. Yep, did this too. Was back-country camping in the Grand Tetons when a juvie brown bear got into the lake so he didn't have to walk past my camp site. I spotted him and went running down the banks of the lake in my bare feet trying to get a picture of him. Terrified, he jumped out of the water, and ran into a tree. I felt so bad. Didn't get a good picture of him either. Oh, and the Better-Half screamed at me for 10 minutes about wild animals and getting too close, blah blah . . . I was just having fun! 3. I was once attacked by a rooster and kicked in the chest by a horse on the same day. I was attacked, and I mean attacked by a rooster that we had when I was a kid. The damn thing didn't want me near his "girls" and jumped on my shoulders and began pecking my head till I bled. I was more than a little shaken, but I still had to feed the horse. The horse didn't like the fact that the rooster was chasing me into the stall, and so promptly kicked out, right into my chest. Damn horse! Anyway, I had the shape of a horse shoe between my adolescent breastesses for a week. I declined the hospital cause I didn't want to get heckled about the rooster and horse teaming up to do me in. 4. I used to sing in a garage band, old hippy tunes and Metallica . . .As Kris put it, who didn't? I sang Janis Joplin tunes and played cords for the Metallica tunes. Had a grand time. Even threw a "concert" in my living room for 20 of my closest friends, mom wasn't pleased to learn of the "party" in her absence. He He He. . . good times! 5. I "dated" one guy on and off for 5 years before marrying my current "Better Half". I married my Better Half at the ripe ole age of 20, and "dated" the other guy from the 6th grade until the 11th grade. I put the "dated" in quotes cause we were in junior and senior high, and cause he was never faithful when we reached the riper ages. Also because we would go a few months without speaking, both "dating" others, and then would hook up again. He became my first real "boyfriend" when we were in the 6th grade. You know, school dances, boy-girl parties. We did date for real as we got older, he was even my junior prom date, but ditched me at the last minute (for good) for the woman he is now married to. But, believe it or not, to this day, he is one of my best friends. Sicko part? he dated my sister too, yuck! At least I dated him first. My Better-Half and I started dating at the end of my 11th grade year and have been together ever since, my last and best high-school sweetie! 6. I like ketchup but can't eat tomatoes, and I like onion rings but not onions. I'm really weird. I also don't eat eggs unless they are boiled or in soup, nor do I eat peppers, unless they are the caliente kind. And I hate sweet pickles, but drink sour pickle juice on occassion. I drink lemonade or put lemons in my tea or water but don't eat lemon anything else. I don't eat chicken thighs. I don't eat fish (usually) but love crab-meat and these tiny dried, fried fishies that are a native dish in Korea. I don't eat the cabbage on stuffed cabbage rolls, but I eat egg rolls, sourkraut and kimchi. I don't eat bleu cheese. Cause they spell it the french way and for no other reason. I don't eat baked beans, ever, never, ever. But, my favorite candy is the little peanut candies called "boston baked beans." There, more than you ever wanted to know about my eating habits. 7. I swam with a school of sharks off the coast of Maryland. Yep, really did. They were little sand sharks, and there were tons of them (ok, not tons, but a few). How many fish do you have to have in one place for it to be a school? The lifeguards made us get out of the water because a report of a "school" of some kind of feeder fish came in that was being chased by a bunch of barracuda close to the shore, and the little sharks were waiting for their meals too I guess. It was really surreal. The water was unusually clear, eerily so (mostly cause it is never that way in Maryland), and you could see the sharks and other fish everywhere. You could even see the crabbies before you stepped on them! The water was also unusually still. I remember because it was like being in a different place completely. Instead of freaking out, I was like--cool, I'm staying in for five minutes so I can forever say, I swam with sharks, so I did. In fact, alot of us did, cause it was just too cool to be in the water with these little sharks and not be like Ahh! JAWS!! Then we got chased out of the water so that we wouldn't get accidentally bit by a barracuda. Apparently they like shiny things like jewelry and stuff. Oh, yes, and I swam near a shark in the bahamas, but not knowing what kind of shark it was, I hightailed it to the boat! 8. I was a *gasp* cheerleader. FAKE, FAKE, FAKE! I am not a cheerleader, never was, never could be. First, I was always chunky. Cute, but chunky (as opposed to the blob I am today). I wasn't cheery, either. I was the sarcastic, one, the freak, the geek, the bully. I was always popular but not *Popular*. Also, it was way more fun to make fun of the cheerleaders than to actually be one. I went to keggers, not to pep rallies. Don't get me wrong. I'm a lovable girl. I got along with everyone (but for those who insisted on calling me chink). In fact, some of my closest friends were cheerleaders and jocks, I even had band-geek friends (still do), it just wasn't for me. I was the true-nerd, but no one could tell. I got the best grades in the class but hung out with the toughs, the burn-outs. I had the respect of all my peers, cause I'd always help out in a jam, oh yeah, and cause I'd let the jocks cheat off me in class as long as they promised to miss enough questions so they didn't get me in trouble. . . I was, hmmm, an anomaly? No one could figure me out. They still can't. (Some of you thought I was too sweet to be a bully, after all). Oh yeah, and I still watch those cheerleader competitions on ESPN and make fun of people. But secretly I wish I was as athletic, if I could only do that with my legs . . . 9. I got hit in the head with a wooden clog at a Dead Milkmen Concert and required 6 stiches (ala that "Clueless" Alicia Silverstone Movie from the mid-90's). This happened. I was in the mosh-pit during a 'Bitchin Camero' 'Punk-Rock Girl' medley and, you know how people throw beach balls at sporting events? Well, someone threw a shoe, not just any ole shoe, a wooden clog (who the hell wears wooden shoes to a concert?) I got smacked just at the crest of my eye socket. Split my face open and I needed 6 stiches. But, first, I taped a bar napkin to my face with scotch tape, drank a shot of Jack and danced for another hour, my white tank-top splotched with blood (the Trocadero in Philly didn't have a 1st aid kit then, hmmm. lawsuit?). I still have the scar, it twitches when I'm stressed out. Its a cool battle scar! Cause *you're for me punk rock girl!* 10. The first car I bought myself was named "Dave" and it talked. My first car was a silver 1984 Chrysler Laser. The dash panel would talk saying things like "the door is ajar" or "the headlights are on" and the like. Anyway, the Dave Thomas Wendy's commercials were big then, with customers saying "Thanks Dave!" for their burgers. I named the car Dave so I could say "Thanks Dave!" I wanted a Mercury Zephyr with 2 Holly 4-Barrels but my dad said "too much power for a girl" so I got Dave. I loved Dave. sold him to get a girl car: a pontiac sunbird. Now I have a truck (an F-350, Full-sized Powerstroke! Oh Yeah!)

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White Trash Penthouse

Originally uploaded by Reddline.

How U like My New Traylor? I'm Higher en any body else! No, really, I am!

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Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Just a little longer . . .

Not much more time to get your guess in about which thing is false here! Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock (gratuitous "24" theme sounds . . .)

Monday, April 11, 2005

Ten things about me!

Ok, I am stealing this one from Kris, who stole it from SarahK, who stole it from Jennifer: here are ten things about me--which one is not true? 1. I was a bully in school; 2. I once chased a swimming bear around Jackson Lake in Wyoming so I could take his picture; 3. I was once attacked by a rooster and kicked in the chest by a horse on the same day; 4. I used to sing in a garage band, old hippy tunes and Metallica . . . 5. I "dated" one guy on and off for 5 years before marrying my current "Better Half"; 6. I like ketchup but can't eat tomatoes, and I like onion rings but not onions?; 7. I swam with a school of sharks off the coast of Maryland; 8. I was a *gasp* cheerleader; 9. I got hit in the head with a wooden clog at a Dead Milkmen Concert and required 6 stiches (ala that "Clueless" Alicia Silverstone Movie from the mid-90's); and 10. My first car was named "Dave" and it talked. I'll post the fakie in a day or two . . . ok, guess . . .Now! Update: Haloscan just went all crack-whore on me so I'll post trackbacks later! If you can't comment, come back later and do it!

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Spring has Sprung!

I spent every lighted moment this weekend, outside. The boy and I rode the 4-wheeler all over on Saturday, and we went for a long walk and rode bikes on Sunday. It is spring. Time for me to enjoy the air outside and the flowers and grasses and birds . . . Ok, public service announcement over. I hope you all had as nice a weekend as I.

Saturday, April 09, 2005

Happy Anniversary Harvey and TNT!!

Ok, so today is the sixth anniversary of Harvey of Bad Example and TNT of Smiling Dynamite, other members of the Bad Example Family and Friends will likely post some funnies, but since I am not that funny . . . I will send them the following wishes:

May the anniversary wishes that you receive today, remind you of the vows you both took. May you revel in all the wonderful memories that you have made together. May you always take time to show your love and appreciation for one another. May you never forget to laugh together. May you have many, many more anniversaries to share. Happy Anniversary to you both *raises glass of champagne in your honor*. Now, on with the festivities *switching from champagne to bourbon . . .*
Ok, so the 6th Anniversary is the "Iron" anniversary (though the modern equivalent is "Wood" or "Candy") so I've gone ahead and picked out some appropriate gifts for the two of you and have covered all the bases just in case one of you is a traditionalist and one is a modernist: 1. Iron Handcuffs; 2. His and Hers Candy Underwear; and 3. Wood, to spank one another repeatedly with (of course, Harvey, feel free to supply your own, wood that is!) I hope you both have a wonderful Anniversary, and that you continue to share many more years with one another. I have only met your blog-personalities, but feel like you both are old friends. My very best wishes to you both. Have fun tooling around the blogosphere and reading all the good wishes, oh and the cuffs and underwear will go together nicely!! Don't worry TNT, Harvey will bring the wood! Bwahahahahaha!

UPDATE: Find candy underwear here

Thursday, April 07, 2005

My Baby's a Bully

When I was a kid, my best friend, Nate, was the little boy up the street. We used to play "wargames." I am not entirely sure how it is that we knew what wargames were, but we played them, nonetheless. We would dress in camo and warpaint, don fake weapons, and plant fake incendiary devices around his grandma's house. Then we'd lie in wait. We would hang back until someone came out of the house calling us and we would pick up pots and pans (conveniently stashed near our hideout) and begin banging relentlessly until we scared the bejesus out of Nate's gram. We were about 8 years old at the time. We also would play "V"- for those that don't remember, V was a tv show in the 80's that was about aliens who came to earth to steal our water and eat people. They looked like humans but were really lizardy. Oh and they talked funny(for the first season) and ate live rats. I always got to play the Starchild-Elizabeth (the one with powers) cause I was the only girly one. Anyway, the playground monkey bars were our homebase and all the other kids in class were the aliens (we were the resistance), recess always ended in someone (not one of us) crying cause they got knocked in the mud (usually by me). I was an elementary school bully, not like a mean bully, but, well, yes, exactly like that . . . Here is my point. I am reminded by all of this because of my young son. He recently hid in a closet and proceeded to bang pots and pans at me to scare me. He thought it was funny and said "that was funnier than pushing you in the mud mommy!" It just reminded me of when I was a kid. My baby's gonna be a bully. I'm so proud. . .

Sesame Green Beans

Ok, so I love everything Sesame. I even love the word. Like as in "Open Sesame" or "Sesame Street" or "Sesame Seeds" or "Sesame Oil" the list goes on. So for this weeks Carnival of the Recipes which is being hostedby Aussie Wife, I offer this easy side dish: Sesame Green Beans Ingredients 1 1/2 pounds green beans, washed and trimmed 1 tablespoon wok or vegetable oil, 1 teaspoon dark sesame oil, (several drops or a drizzle) 1/2 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes 2 tablespoons toasted sesame seeds (a handful) Coarse salt Steam green beans covered in 1/2-inch boiling water for 2 minutes. Transfer beans to a colander and run under cold water. Drain well. Heat a wok shaped skillet or large nonstick frying pan over high heat. Go once-around-the-pan with wok or vegetable oil, add several drops sesame oil, and crushed pepper flakes. The pan will smoke. Add beans and stir-fry for 2 minutes. Add sesame seeds and coarse salt and toss to coat beans evenly. Enjoy with steamed rice and your favorite asian flavored meat dish, YUM!

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Its Tartan Day!

See my post here. To see more of what those gathered on this day have to offer see here: Absinthe & Cookies The Country Pundit Tributaries Not Exactly Rocket Science Lintefiniel Musing The Pirate's Blog Ninjababe's Ramble Margi Lowry *dot* com BabyTrollBlog Miasmatic Review TacJammer A Celt Misplaced Keys Mixolydian Mode Bobo Blogger The Bull Speaks!t Frizzen Sparks Llama Butchers Jenna Thomas-McKie Physics Geek Daily Vegetable Aaron's cc Boudicca's Voice MB's Blogasm Blackfive - The Paratrooper of Love Swanky Conservative MB's Blogalicious Doggie's Blog The Gun Line Grim's Hall The Laughing Wolf Villanous Company Straight White Guy

White Trash Cup Holder

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Tuesday, April 05, 2005

John Bolton to my Tanto

I haven’t done any political blogging in a little while so here goes: As we know, John Bolton is the President’s nominee to the United Nations. The left has started a campaign to smear him as he has the necessary votes to be confirmed. In fact, they have publicly stated that although they can’t defeat him they have the questions which will make his confirmation hearings uncomfortable, for those that don’t know, this is liberal speak for: “you are the President’s pick, so we don’t like you, no matter who you are, and it is our job to make you squirm.” Recent talking points for left are to publicly state that Bolton is a “Lone Ranger Type” (in conservative speak = Leader), an “Unadulterated Nationalist” (in conservative speak = someone who puts his country first) and an “Enemy of Multinationism” (in conservative speak = someone who recognizes the failings of the UN and is poised to help fix them!). Sounds like the President in his infinite wisdom, has yet again picked a winner! There. Now everyone knows how I feel about John Bolton.

Monday, April 04, 2005

Mount Rushmore 2

In response to this tag by blog-son The Babaganoosh, I am to tell you who I would pick to "head"; get it? Mount Rushmore 2. Well, since I have been to Mount Rushmore, there can be no #2. Also, we have a living changing museum dedicated to all our Presidents, it is called Washington, D.C. Therefore, my picks for Mount Rushmore 2 are the oft overlooked Presidential pets. 1. "Nelson" George Washington's beloved horse upon whom he accepted General Cornwallis' surrender at Yorktown, ending the Revolutionary War. 2. "Nanny and Nanko" Abe. Lincoln's pet goats who were privileged to ride in the Presidential Carriage alongside Lincoln. 3. "Rebecca" Calvin Coolidge's beloved pet raccoon for whom he built a special house and whom he took for long walks on the whitehouse grounds by leash. Once, while the first family was out of the Whitehouse during repairs, Coolidge, fearing Rebecca would be lonely, had the presidential limo pick her up and bring her to them. 4. "Old Ike" the tobacco-chewing ram and representative of Woodrow Wilson's flock of sheep which roamed the grounds of the Whitehouse and were used to cut groundskeeping costs during World War I. The flock's wool was auctioned off for the American Red Cross during the war. And there you have it, my picks for Mount Rushmore deux, Influential Presidential Pets. I shall tag FrankL of Manic Viking, because he has way too much time on his hands lately! Update: Manic Viking has posted his disturbing example of Mount Rushmore 2!

That big round disk in the sky

Yep, folks, it's called the sun! I was in the mountains of Tennessee this past weekend where last week it was in the 70's and upon my arrival it quickly dipped to about 35 degrees. See, mother nature was aware of my penchant for camping (in a tent) and pulled a fast one on me. Seeing as how it was snowing on the evening of Saturday, I awoke to find a cloudy sky on Sunday. Brain-dead me, forgetting that mother nature spits upon me, did not take a hat, nor sunscreen, nor protection of any kind . . . Well, that 10 a.m. sky quickly burned off the remainder of the clouds. 7 cloudless hours later, and Whamoo! Sun-burnt and dehydrated, I limped back to my campsite to pack up for the 8 hour drive home. Curse you Bristol, TN/VA Curse you! Oh yes, and see you next year, with sunscreen and long-johns!

What I do for fun


I am not able to blog much today (blog-son, I will have your answers to the President-Meme soon!). This is a (post-baby) pic. of me for those who wanted to know what I look like! That's the best I can do, sorry.

Friday, April 01, 2005

I've Found a Scarf!!

Gentlemen of the Blogwars! I have found a scarf! Let the fun begin!

Gathering of the Blogs

Ok, here is my contribution to the Gathering of the Blogs. My last name means "muddy hill". My family originally hailed from Scotland. I say originally because they left Scotland, or rather were exiled as they were horse theives. They settled in Ireland and started immigrating to the US in, oh, the early 1700's. That's all I got. oh, that and this recipe: Dundee Cake
6oz butter or margarine 6oz caster sugar 3 eggs 8oz plain flour Pinch of salt 1/2 tsp baking powder 2oz blanched split almonds (for top) 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon Pinch of grated nutmeg Grated rind of 1 lemon 2oz chopped mixed peel 4oz sultanas 4oz currants 4oz raisins A little milk (if necessary) Cream fat and sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs one at a time, beating well. Sieve dry ingredients. Add gradually with mixed fruit, adding milk if necessary (mixture must be stiff). Place almonds on top of cake in well greased (8 in) cake tin. Bake: 325°F 2-21/4 hours oh, and I stole this Cool pic. from Ith.


FLA: Evil Glenn on April Fool's

Evil Glenn, in his quest for world domination will have developed an automated ping that sends the following link to everyone's blogger account: I was cruising round the blogosphere and found this very insightful and humorous blog [insert blog name here]. Everyone should go there now! Of course, the link on Evil Glenn's site would simply say: Gotcha Sucker! . . . and the link would jump back to his own site in an evil plan to rise in the TTLB Ecosystem until there has to be a new category just for him!

Woke up this morning. . .

I woke up this morning, and what did I find? IMAO gone, Harvey in a state of depression and basil stirring mayhem in the blogosphere. All was going well until I saw this! I guess I must admit, that while participating in the defeat of Evil Glenn, I indulge in his daily delights (of reading) it is a guilty pleasure, yes. But now, oh why! Why????

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