BOBO BLOGGER

It Is Time!

2005-10-31T17:29:00.000-05:00

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 boboblogger.mu.nu 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.

Hello!

2005-08-24T08:55:00.000-04:00

Anyone looking for my mu.nu 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

Don't worry

2005-06-01T07:56:00.000-04:00

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!

25 Word Challenge One Day Early!

2005-05-27T08:55:00.000-04:00

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 . . .

Melon Smoothie

2005-05-26T11:54:00.000-04:00

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!

WTW - Havin' Me a Party!

2005-05-25T08:34:00.000-04:00

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

10 Things I haven't done Meme

2005-05-24T14:30:00.000-04:00

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.

Jeff's Comment Party Is Still On!!

2005-05-23T20:29:00.000-04:00

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

2005-05-23T13:19:00.000-04:00

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

My Pumpkin

2005-05-20T10:59:00.000-04:00

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!

It's Coming!

2005-05-19T10:54:00.000-04:00

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

Carnival of the Vanities

2005-05-18T16:24:00.000-04:00

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

White Trash Wednesday - Momma's House

2005-05-18T08:25:00.000-04:00

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!

Another Meme!

2005-05-16T08:29:00.000-04:00

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

2005-05-16T07:28:00.000-04:00

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.

It's Up!

2005-05-13T08:36:00.000-04:00

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

Fireflies

2005-05-12T08:30:00.000-04:00

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

2005-05-12T08:28:00.000-04:00

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

2005-05-12T08:20:00.000-04:00

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.

Hits, Hits, Everywhere

2005-05-11T11:10:00.000-04:00

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

2005-05-11T08:21:00.000-04:00

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.

Fly-by

2005-05-10T12:37:00.000-04:00

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

2005-05-10T10:08:00.000-04:00

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

2005-05-10T08:37:00.000-04:00

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

Ahh, Monday

2005-05-09T09:40:00.000-04:00

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!

Its Friday!

2005-05-06T11:30:00.000-04:00

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)!

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

2005-05-05T11:38:00.000-04:00

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.

05-05-05

2005-05-05T08:55:00.000-04:00

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

2005-05-05T07:26:00.000-04:00

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!

Karnival of the Kidz Entry #3

2005-05-04T15:06:00.000-04:00

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

2005-05-04T07:00:00.000-04:00

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

Immigration Failure

2005-05-03T09:44:00.000-04:00

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.

Evil Glenn Moment

2005-05-02T14:13:00.000-04:00

HEH

Karnival of the Kids #2

2005-05-02T08:11:00.000-04:00

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

The How Old Are You Quiz

2005-05-01T21:01:00.000-04:00

Pegged me, sorta . . .

You Are 29 Years Old

29 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.

What Age Do You Act?

Just a quick reminder

2005-04-29T14:38:00.000-04:00

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

Don't Panic!

2005-04-29T08:35:00.000-04:00

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

2005-04-29T08:09:00.000-04:00

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

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

2005-04-28T08:06:00.000-04:00

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

2005-04-28T07:27:00.000-04:00

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!

Day of Random

2005-04-27T08:08:00.000-04:00

Go here for directions: INCOMPREHENSIBLE

WTW-Redneck Car Alarm

2005-04-27T00:18:00.000-04:00

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

A Small Request

2005-04-26T11:43:00.000-04:00

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 . . .

Grandma Update

2005-04-25T08:22:00.000-04:00

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. . .

Karnival of the Kids offering #1

2005-04-22T09:48:00.000-04:00

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!"

Grandma's 80!

2005-04-21T09:24:00.000-04:00

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

2005-04-21T08:50:00.000-04:00

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!

2005-04-21T08:34:00.000-04:00

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!

WTW-HOME SWEET HOME

2005-04-20T07:02:00.000-04:00

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!

2005-04-20T06:03:00.000-04:00

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!

Well Duh!

2005-04-19T17:25:00.000-04:00

Your Inner European is Irish!

Sprited and boisterous! You drink everyone under the table.

Who's Your Inner European?

If I Could Be . . . Meme

2005-04-19T08:25:00.000-04:00

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!

Me no speaky

2005-04-18T10:42:00.000-04:00

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

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

Summertime

2005-04-15T08:05:00.000-04:00

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.

Answers to the Ten Things About Me Post

2005-04-13T08:30:00.000-04:00

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

2005-04-13T08:29:00.000-04:00

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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Just a little longer . . .

2005-04-12T08:24:00.000-04:00

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

Ten things about me!

2005-04-11T14:48:00.000-04:00

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!

2005-04-11T10:13:00.000-04:00

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.

Happy Anniversary Harvey and TNT!!

2005-04-09T00:15:00.000-04:00

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

My Baby's a Bully

2005-04-07T14:23:00.000-04:00

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

2005-04-07T09:27:00.000-04:00

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!

Its Tartan Day!

2005-04-06T09:09:00.000-04:00

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

2005-04-06T00:44:00.000-04:00

This "Queen of the Trailer Park" creatively developed her own cup holder soes she'd have a hand free to pick her butt. Check out my noisy naybors fer more trash . . .

John Bolton to my Tanto

2005-04-05T13:24:00.000-04:00

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.

Mount Rushmore 2

2005-04-04T19:09:00.000-04:00

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

2005-04-04T14:56:00.000-04:00

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

2005-04-04T08:08:00.000-04:00

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.

I've Found a Scarf!!

2005-04-01T11:25:00.000-05:00

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

Gathering of the Blogs

2005-04-01T11:00:00.000-05:00

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.

Guidbye!

FLA: Evil Glenn on April Fool's

2005-04-01T08:23:00.000-05:00

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. . .

2005-04-01T08:14:00.000-05:00

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????

April Fools!

2005-04-01T08:12:00.000-05:00

Did I mention I'm a "sweet transvestite, from transexual, Transylvania?" Having a Rocky moment . . . ok, it's over.

The "Karn Evil" of Recipes is up!!

2005-04-01T08:07:00.000-05:00

Ok, evil spawn, Go now! Its up over at TexasBestGrok.

no time . . .

2005-03-31T15:09:00.000-05:00

I've no time to post today. I am staring out of my window on the 40th floor overlooking the Point (the convergence of the three rivers) in Pittsburgh and wishing I was outside. Just have to finish this brief though. I keep reading about all these blogger meetings which sound so much fun, so if any of ya'll are in Pittsburgh, shoot me a line and we'll do lunch . . . I love meeting new peeps.

White Trash Wednesday, Date Night

2005-03-30T00:57:00.000-05:00

Me and Billy Jo ar gonna go on a date this summer. I'ze been wantin to git me a new gun, so we goin to the raffle! Billy Jo is happy fer it don't cost but $6.00 a piece and we might win us a new piece! Steak, I likes steak!

Check out my noisy nayboars here at the trailer park fer more trash: 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

posted at basil's breakfast

I met him once

2005-03-30T00:55:00.000-05:00

I met Johnnie Cochran when I was living in Philly. He was a nice guy, now he's dead. Memories . . . Good times!

I got a Dyson!

2005-03-29T23:45:00.000-05:00

The one for pet hair, now I walk around the house whilst cleaning, saying in a fake british accent "does your vaccum lose suction?" and "Prototypes", oh yeah, and its purple!

Attn: moehawk and Contagion!!

2005-03-28T14:26:00.000-05:00

Update: moehawk has answered the questions here! And Contagion has posted his answers here, and the mental image of me with the cool electro-gadget . . . hmmm, must get one! Go now! Ok gentlemen, (Contagion, you ducked TNT but you can't duck me!), you commented here to my response to the tag by TNT of Smiling Dynamite and the rules of this interview meme being what they are, you must answer the following questions: (Sissy, you get a pass cause I seem to remember you already being tagged for this meme, if I am wrong, let me know and I'll tag you too) For moehawk: 1. Tell us how you really feel about kimchi and why you like it so much. 2. How long have you been a chef? and have you "invented" any special dishes? 3. If you could be anything (assuming there was something that you wanted to be besides a chef) what would it be and why? 4. What would be your ideal vacation spot? 5. Your handle is "moehawk" do you have one? do you want one? Ok Contagion: 1. If you had a time machine and could travel backwards in time, when and where would you go and why? 2. Do you ever consider participating in reenactments outside of your tri-state area? 3. What trait, most like yours, do your children exhibit? 4. Describe your ideal Saturday. 5. If you could be a character from a book who would it be and why? Remember, answer on your blog, and I will link to your answers, and pass it on to the first 3, 5, any arbitrary number you choose, who comment on your answers - they will be your next interview victims.

How my marriage works

2005-03-28T08:50:00.000-05:00

Sarahk and FrankJ are getting married. Go over and send your congrats they deserve it. It made me think about my marriage a bit. I started dating Better-Half when I was a junior in High School. We even went to the Prom together. Anyway, we got engaged when I was 19, here is how it went: Better-Half: oh, here, this is for you *tosses ring into my lap* Me: Gee! Thanks a bunch. Better-Half: Guess that means we are gettin hitched Me: Yep guess so, want some ice-cream? While the proposal was less-than-stellar, the marriage has been wonderful. We got married about 18 months or so later while I was still in college. We had a beautiful wedding. My aunt worked at a florist, so our gift from her was our flowers, my other aunt was a cake decorator, our gift was our wedding cake (fondly referred to as our penis cake, that is for another day). One of my mom's good friends was a caterer, she catered our shindig for $7.00 a person. My entire wedding, the dress, the tuxes, the church, the minister, the invitations, the rehersal dinner cost roughly $4,500.00. We had 150 people at my church fellowship hall (not being catholic, we could not have alcohol at the church, so that cut costs tremendously). Anyway, that is how it began. A couple of our wedding gifts really stood out. They were simple but inspiring and we have tried to govern our marriage by our gifts. The first was a simple wooden clock. Inscribed on the back was the following: Use this clock to remind you to: take time for one another, take time to laugh, take time to cry, take time to listen, take time to party, take time to relax. . . do not take time to dwell on things you cannot change, do not take time to rehash old hurts, do not take time to wound your partner, and do not take one another for granted. Together, as time spins, you will grow, take time for the good things in life, and remember not to give the bad things the time of day. It was just a little something from a friend who had just divorced after 20 years. He had put a great deal of thought into it because his marriage fell apart because he and his wife never let things go and would dredge up old hurts to throw back in each other's faces. The second gift that stood out was just a card (nothing in it) it said, "laugh often, and you will always be happy." My Better-Half is a cut-up with a really dry sarcastic sense of humor that would drive most people nutso but is endearing to me. We laugh, all the time. Before my son was born, someone told us to laugh a lot so that our child would be a happy child. He is the happiest of children. Besides laughter, we went into our marriage with a couple rules:

we would never, ever fight about money. The theory behind this is that if we do or don't have enough money, that is simply a fact, there is nothing to fight about. Spend or no, it's just money;
we would give our children all we could, even if we had to do without (a given); and
we wouldn't try to change one another. We married the other person for who they are. We have grown together, and changed but not because the other one tried to change us.

Friends and family always comment on how close and sincere we are. We don't seem contrived. We understand eachother, can read one another, and we don't push. Our relationship is simple, because we can be ourselves, and know we are loved by the other.

We know that the other is always there when we need them. There have been times when my only solace was knowing I could come home to the Better-Half and a bowl of ice cream. My troubles seemed small when faced with the big world we've made together. I look forward to many wonderful years with Better-Half and our boy.

I have heard many people say that a marriage takes work, there are ups and downs, I have had them. More ups than downs. We have in the past, taken one another for granted and that hurts, but all in all, our marriage works because we pledged to make it work. We are not perfect, we slip, but we always get up. It seems very simple, and it is. I have accepted Better-Half as is, and I have been accepted, faults (and there are many) and all.

Ok, back to work . . .

Another Tight Sweater for the "Blog-Warriors"

2005-03-28T08:18:00.002-05:00

1 oz Kahlua 1/4 oz Frangelico hazelnut liqueur 1/4 oz amaretto 1/4 oz Irish cream 6 oz coffeeAdd liqueur to mug of coffee. Top with whipped cream. Recipe from the Park City Resort, Utah USA. www.resortspace.com. Enjoy!!!

5 Answers for TNT

2005-03-27T15:31:00.000-05:00

TNT of Smiling Dynamite has charged me with the task of answering these five questions and I am not allowed to let the midget answer for me *damn*, well here goes: 1. What/where did your name "Oddybobo" come from? It is really just a combination of my dog's name (Oddy) and my boy's nickname (Bobo). 2. You can only read one blog for one year, who's would it be and why? That would be a toss up. I would probably read IMAO because I read all the posters that post there, but I would have to lobby in the comments for the inclusion of links to the rest of my favorites so I could still read them all, cause technically, reading a link is still reading from that blog ;) 3. You get to be President for one day, what law would you pass or repeal? (You rule, there's no senate, House, etc. stopping your decision.) Taxes of all varieties . . . 4. Since your "better half" is a chef, what's the best meal he has ever made for you? Its a toss up. When we were dating, I mentioned that I loved Thanksgiving turkey so in the middle of July the Better-Half made me a full-blown Thanksgiving dinner. But the very best has to be filet mignon with a little dollup of blue cheese, garlic smashed potatoes, asparagus with homemade hollandaise sauce, and death by chocolate dessert. I love steak! 5. It's a rainy, stormy day outside. You have to stay inside; however, you have no chores to do, no appointments - you are totally caught up in all the home projects. What would you do? I would lay in bed snuggling with the baby, the cat, and the dog, we would watch various animal shows on tv and the baby would tell me what all the animals were and the sounds they make. I love those kinds of days, I've never had one, but I sure do love them. That's it, I hope it was a bit informational. The drill is, the first 3 to comment get five questions -- come on, don't be shy!

Have a Blessed Easter

2005-03-25T15:47:00.000-05:00

Have a wonderful holiday everybody (who reads my blog, and those that should ;) read it!) I will be back Monday with some cute stories about the annual Easter Egg Hunt.

Attn: Warmongers! One Tight Sweater Coming Up!

2005-03-25T00:51:00.000-05:00

Okay, so it is a tight bodice, but these ladies are here to cheer on basil's side in the blogwar against that crumpet muncher sortapundit.

Anyway, I owe a post to the blogwar so here goes: attention . . . since I still haven't sorted out the extended post html (help me if you know how . . .), move along - - the remainder may not be work safe . . .

Gizoogle

Paris Hilton's cell phone number

The Niggas at DFNCTSC

Strip clubs in Ohio with midget strippers

Girls big tit

Free big tit sites

Jamie Lynn Spears naked

there, that should do it!

"My Feet are Made of Clay, Made of Clay"

2005-03-24T09:57:00.000-05:00

Last night I had the distinct pleasure of watching (for what is probably the 1000th time) "The Philadelphia Story". I know many of the lines by heart, and the Better Half's eyes roll whenever I watch the movie. I love it. There is just something about Katherine Hepburn, Jimmy Stewart, Cary Grant, Ruth Hussey, and John Howard all in the same film. My favorite line, one I use often to Better Half's annoyance is "Oh we're going to talk about me now, goody!" I love Katherine Hepburn, but this film -- and if you haven't seen it, oh do -- is so classic Hepburn, her mannerisms, voice, lilt, facial expressions, everything about it is classic. And that oft-spoken line by Jimmy Stewart " . . . but you were also a little worse, or the better for wine, and there are rules about that." Sends chills down my spine. When I lived in Philadelphia, I went to an outdoor showing of the film during the week of the 4th of July where hundreds of people sat out on the parkway and watched it on big screens, repeating lines under their breath, humming along, laughing and enjoying this masterpiece of a film. There is nothing at all like it. If you enjoy romantic comedies, or are just looking for a good snuggli movie, watch The Philadelphia Story!! What are you waiting for? Go now! posted at basil's lunch

Eggcellent Eggs

2005-03-24T09:12:00.000-05:00

Pajama Pundits has posted the new Carnival of the Recipes and I posted this recipe!!! In honor of the Easter Holiday and my awesome Easter Egg Hunt and Festivities on Saturday, I thought I would post an egg recipe for the carnival. Most of us like eggs. I don't really like eggs. I never eat them for breakfast ever. Weird, but true, I love boiled eggs. And deviled eggs? Oh my, I could eat a whole tray! Its like the green m&m's boiled/deviled eggs taste different than breakfast eggs. So, here is a great deviled egg recipe! Enjoy. INGREDIENTS: 10 hard-boiled eggs 1/4 cup spicy brown mustard 3 tablespoons mayonnaise (not miracle whip!) 1 teaspoon white-wine vinegar 1/4 teaspoon hot sauce (I use an asian hot sauce but any will do) 3 tablespoons minced fresh parsley 1 tablespoon drained bottled capers 2 to 3 tablespoons water paprika and/or chives for garnish Halve the eggs lengthwise, smash in a bowl with forks, and stir in the mustard, the mayonnaise, the vinegar, the hot sauce, the parsley, and the capers. Stir in enough of the water to reach the desired consistency, add salt and pepper to taste, and mound the filling in the egg whites. Sprinkle with paprika and add some chives or other favorite colored veggie for a garnish. Enjoy.

Who was I Supposed to Be?

2005-03-23T11:14:00.000-05:00

Inspired by a post over at Contagion's place, I thought I would look over my life thus far and see if it turned out the way I had thought well, no, it hasn't, not exactly anyway. When I was a youngun, I knew I wanted to be a lawyer, I knew I wanted to graduate from an Ivy League University and I knew I wanted to be a judge someday. Despite advice to the contrary by supposed teachers and counselors (a subject for a post another day), I have done all of that (except the judge part, that's still in my future). That was it, however. I didn't think I would be married, if at all, until well-after thirty. I also envisioned that if I ever did marry, I would marry a fellow graduate of an Ivy League, or a senator, lawyer, judge, doctor or some other fancy profession. I didn't envision children at least not until well-after thirty. I thought I'd live in a big house I built and drive a fancy car. I envisioned money, lots of money, and I envisioned I would live thousands of miles from my parents. That of course changed when I met my Better Half. I was married at the age of 20. I never do anything half-way. Better Half is not educated in the college-sense. But wisdom and intelligence -- Better Half has a command of those in spades. Better Half is not in a fancy profession, in some circles Chef is fancy, but not in our case, no fancy schools or family money for my Better Half nope! Better Half is also a volunteer at the local fire department. A hero for many if you ask me -- Definately so when you factor in my inherent ability to be difficult in nearly every situation ;). I didn't build my own home, but I have 13 1/2 acres of country on which I live so it is almost as good. Oh and it is only 40 minutes from the folks. I don't drive a "fancy car" we have an SUV and an F350 full-sized Powerstroke Truck, that's fancy in these parts! Oh and money? Never heard of it. I never, in a million years, imagined that my Better Half and I would take in a wayward 16 year old high-school drop-out and counsel him to take his GED and lead a better life away from drugs and inappropriate relationships. I never would have dreamed that our love and support would take that young man to the Navy and mold him into a fine person inside and out. He was my baby cousin before we took him in, he is my baby brother now! And children? My son was born in 2003 and was the greatest achievement of my life. I am not sure that it can ever be topped (accept with more children). I told the Better Half that my life started on the day the boy was born. Anything I may have wanted or thought I wanted prior to that, poof, gone. He is foremost in my thoughts and what I do now I do with a thought toward his future. I am still a lawyer, I still work god-forsaken hours, I still strive to be a judge oneday and hope that God gives me the wisdom to look at all the important information before rendering a decision (unlike Judge Greer and his ilk!) and I hope that becomming a judge will open yet other avenues for my son. When I look to the future now, I see vacations and outings with my family, I see toy-strewn rooms, candy covered faces, and smiles. It is interesting, but I really don't care much what the future holds as long as it keeps my family together. I see our young charge coming home from the Navy a clean cut, well balanced and happy young man. My son sure misses him. All is good. We have our share of ups and downs but we weather it together because we are a family. Without them my dreams would be shattered. With their love and support, I can do anything. Heck, I'd live in a tree-house if it meant spending extra time with them all. I guess my dreams changed when I changed. I don't look back and say, gee, I shoulda done this or that. I look forward and say, "I can't wait to do this or that with them!" and in ten years I will say the same!

posted at basil's lunch and the Beltway Traffic Jam

White Trash Wednesday's Easter Egg Hunt!

2005-03-23T03:00:00.000-05:00

My fust ofishal post frum this here trailer I live in! I am so xcitable. Anyways, last Saturday me and the younguns joined up in the Easter Egg Hunt at the local Volunteer Fire Department. Little Billy Jo won’t wear no shoes and won’t wear no socks, soez he got his feet all durty. We brung home his eggs but found one that wernt cooked. Little Billy Jo’s daddy ate it anyways. He’ll eat anything with beer. They hid things other than eggs too! And, welp, here’s a picture of what I was able to find at the Easter Egg Hunt! I sho did enjoy my easter basket! Check out my noisy nayboars here at the trailer park and holler at Sortapundit whose doing one of them cease fire thingys till Thursday on his war with our nayboar basil! The rest of the trash: 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

posted at basil's breakfast

Steal Fred!

2005-03-22T15:49:00.000-05:00

Got me a gnome! I got him from Ogre who got him from Harvey who theived him from Nick whose original assignment was to steal pencils from Chuck. As Fred is making his way around the blogosphere during Chuck's vacation, be sure to borrow him for a visit to your place and post a trackback to (http://blog.mu.nu/cgi/mt-tb.cgi/71993) so Chuck can eat his heart out that Fred had a better spring break!

My Brain Hurts

2005-03-22T14:14:00.000-05:00

I haven't weighed in on the Terri Schiavo mess because, well it is way too serious and I am way too tired -- brain hurts. Others have said it better than me, but I feel the need to release a bit today. Terri Schiavo is being murdered by her "husband" and by those complicit in his demands. There. I said it. Now, I don't agree with Congress stepping in, but on another level something has to be done. The Florida judicial system got it terribly wrong. Judge Greer, if he can even be called a judge, can't tell a vegetable from a living breathing being. The babbling idiots in Florida's legislature don't know the difference between life support and food, and well, my brain hurts. Here is a clue -- if someone withheld food from you, you too would perish. It would be a slow and disgusting scenario. Blue-eyed Infidel has an article with a description of the process, brain hurts. I guess the in vogue term is "Life Support" so when I decide I want to cut off my Better-Half's life support because he is getting increasingly annoying, well, I will just deny him food and water until he wastes away to death. Afterall, it doesn't matter if you aren't in the process of dieing like Terri is not, starvation will just aid in jump starting the process right? My brain hurts. What I cannot wrap my head around is how anyone can look at the photos, video, soundbites and see the testimony and doctor's reports and still say Terri is in a coma or PVS. Not so. Look, if the Pope were in Florida, and one of his Vicars decided that he said once that he didn't want extraordinary measures taken for him, the damn judiciary would yank his trach tube out and let him asphyxiate. Afterall, the Pope's lived a good life, and who really wants to use a tube to breathe anyway right? Too extreme you say? My brain hurts! Michael Schiavo wants his wife to die because she has become a nuisance. Her only real crime is that she hasn't murdered a cop or sodomized a young child. Afterall, those vermin get all the perks, best care, extra pit stops on the judicial train. They get appeals, and more appeals all while eating great meals, working out in top gyms and watching tv (you all know that Michael Schiavo even withheld her tv right?) We treat our criminal scum better than Terri! Brain Hurts! We treat our pets and even damned insects better than Terri, well, not me, I like to rip the wings or legs of bugs to watch them die a slow death much like Terri is doing now. Why not? Why value any life if we aren't going to value Terri's? Next we will have legislation allowing for the government sponsored euthanasia of unwanteds. Look, I have a severely retarded sister-in-law who really doesn't do much on her own. Sure she talks and reads and responds, plays with toys and eats, but really what good is she? We should just starve her now right? one less mouth to feed right? Besides she is never going to be a productive participant in society so that, according to judge Greer means she is in a persistent vegetative state and we should sentence her to death by starvation! My brain hurts. This is what it has come to. I don't have answers, I am not a doctor, I certainly am not God. I can only say this, when this poor, helpless woman dies in agony because the Courts stood by and let her starve to death, many will be judged in the eyes of God for not preventing it. That, my friends, my brain understands. I am going to go home now, wrap my arms around my little one, say a prayer for Terri and her family (oh and VW and her family too cause they are sick), I am going to pray that Terri really isn't aware of what is going on so that she doesn't die knowing that her husband let her starve and her family couldn't stop it, I am going to call my sister-in-law and ask her how her day was and offer to take her to lunch on Friday, and I am going to revel in the knowledge that there are burning hell-fires awaiting the likes of Michael Schiavo and his supporters.

Posted at basil's Tuesday Lunch and the Beltway Traffic Jam

It's That Time of Year

2005-03-22T10:45:00.000-05:00

Everyone is feeling under the weather at this time of year. The seasons are changing, (it is spring you know!) the pollen is starting to circulate, lingering colds and infections are playing themselves out. I was sick, as was my little one last week. This week, VW of One Happy Dog Speaks is sick as is her youngest son. VW has 2 beautiful boys, and though I don't know her personally, I have seen the pictures of her kids and how wonderfully happy they look. So we know she is doing a great job. This week, however sickness and a hospital stay for the little one are making it difficult for her. She needs sleep and some TLC. So if you get a chance, pop over there and give her some words of encouragement and think happy thoughts and send up some prayers for her little one. We will be seeing sauce stained faces and oatmeal pyramids in no time!

Overboard much?

2005-03-21T08:57:00.000-05:00

Ok, so this is a question I am asked frequently by the Better-Half. See, I tend to go overboard in all that I do. I overdo the roast (I am not a great cook - afterall, Better-Half is a Chef). I overdo the drama, the anger, the sarcasm, the wit, the cheer . . . But the thing I overdo the most is functions. I love a good function. At Christmas we have an open-house, and everyone leaves with a gift after we play an incredibly weird off-the-cuff game whose prizes are little trinkets which everyone gets . . . Anyway, I love holidays. I like to hide great gifts in weird packages at Christmas, once I broke open walnuts, cleaned them out stuffed different denominations of money in them, glued them shut, then put them in a styrofoam package covered with plastic wrap. No one wanted to pick it cause it looked dumb, but a very happy 5 year old left with about $25.00 that day. We have also heated fortune cookies taken out the fortunes, stuffed in money and reshaped them, and gave them out as favors, at first no one wanted them, but after the first person opened their cookie, everyone wanted one! I am the one who at Halloween doesn't give out candy. No, I give out glow necklaces! The kids race to my house, screaming "Which house has the glowwwww necklacessss???" You know which kids have visited my home cause they glow. At Thanksgiving, I never have just turkey, we usually also have shrimp, beef, pork and eggrolls (I love eggrolls). When I have a friend who is getting married, I usually bake them a miniature wedding cake and decorate it with real sugar dusted flowers, because the happy couple usually doesn't eat much at their wedding (unless you are in my family where backyard weddings are common and usually end in full on games of tackle football!) Birthday parties are low-key but 4th of July!!!! A huge picnic and thousands of dollars of illegal fireworks (the whole neighborhood pitches in). For the kids I always have games and pinatas oh, and this year I am setting up a mini carnival. Good times! And then there is Easter . . . I throw an Easter Egg Hunt to rival most others. I get RSVP's so I can estimate out how many kids are coming and can guarantee that each child will leave with at least 12 eggs (usually many more). Each egg is filled with toys and candy and the eggs are all different sizes. Then comes the good part. At the end, each kid is guarenteed to walk away with prizes. In fact, I make up a fun bag for each kid and also give out a prize to each kid. No one walks away empty handed at my house. Then there is the food. Now, I don't have a very big house, but we always invite everyone, and let me tell you, everyone is coming this year. My whole yard is a sea of eggs. This year since there are some bigger kids, there are even more eggs. Here comes the Better-Half's question, you see, being a parent of a 2 year old, I don't have too much in the way of furniture, I have found it is just more for him to injure himself on, so the 50 people that are coming to my home on Saturday will not have anywhere to sit. My solution? tables and chairs in the living room . . . he he he. With all the candy I will pump into their children, they won't be sitting anyway, so there will be more room for the adults! How about you? is there anything you overdo?

posted at basil's Monday Lunch and the Beltway Traffic Jam

That's Right! I'm an American

2005-03-21T08:30:00.000-05:00

Took this How American Are You Quiz over at Nate Nichol's place: and, just as I though, I am an American! How about you?

posted at basil's Monday Breakfast

Carnival of the Recipes!

2005-03-19T05:59:00.000-05:00

Spacemonkey has done a great job with this week's carnival of the recipes. Be sure to check it out and stay and look around! You won't be disappointed, that spacemonkey is funny guy!

FYI

2005-03-18T15:15:00.000-05:00

For those of you not yet aware, given last nights festivities . . . IT IS FRIDAY. resume regular programming now . . .

Bourbon Baby!

2005-03-18T12:55:00.000-05:00

Saw this quiz over at Tammi's and had to take it! I must say, it turned out to be completely fitting! Screw all that namby-pamby chick stuff, you're going straight for the bottle and a shot glass! It'll take more than a few shots of Wild Turkey or 99 Bananas before you start seeing pink elephants. You know how to handle your alcohol, and yourself at parties.

Bourbon Congratulations! You're 113 proof, with specific scores in beer (80) , wine (83), and liquor (86).

UPDATE: BLOGGER KEEPS EATING PORTIONS OF MY POSTS, SO FOR THE DIRECT LINK TO THIS QUIZ, GO TO TAMMI'S NOW!

May she fly well!

2005-03-18T12:17:00.000-05:00

Here is the flag (courtesy GOP and the City) to be hoisted upon each hill claimed from Sortapundit, the limey-bastard.

Let the volleys fly, let the cannons ring, let the defenders of Sortapundit fall! Chant with me now, "basil, basil, basil!!!" oh yes, and lest I forget . . .

Gizoogle

Paris Hilton's cell phone number

The Niggas at DFNCTSC

Strip clubs in Ohio with midget strippers

Girls big tit

Free big tit sites

Jamie Lynn Spears naked

Take that Sorta-limey-pundit!

We are at War!

2005-03-18T08:31:00.000-05:00

As has been eloquently stated by our Cap'n, we are at war with that evil crumpet muncher Keith Taylor of Sortapundit. He up and challenged the innocent basil, who has been joined by the following defenders:

basil -- our fearless leader
GOP and the City
Moehawk
Phin
Travis Benning
pooklekufr
Me, the Oddybobo

Others are welcomed and encouraged to join. Support is needed on the hills we must claim.

So, manning my station as well as I can, I bring you the names of the hills we must claim as our own:

Gizoogle
Paris Hilton's Cell Phone number
Jamie Lynn Spears Naked (which has recently fallen but shall be taken again)
The Niggas at the DFNCTSC
Strip Clubs in Ohio With Midget Strippers (also recently fallen . . .)
Free Big Tit Sites
Girls Big Tit

Go forth, each is work safe! Link, Link, Link!!! Climb those hills quickly friends, and remember, that lime-sucking bastard Sortapundit will get his!

Out of the Loop

2005-03-18T07:06:00.000-05:00

So, have you ever had that feeling that you are out of the loop? Better Half and I had an interesting conversation last evening, where it became increasingly clear that Better Half is out of the loop, and purposefully. Better Half is 2nd in command, management if you will, at the place of employment. Owners of said employment are the worst kind of people. You all know the type, praise to your face but the moment you leave the room they say hateful things about you (about everyone). This is where Better Half is employed. Better Half had a drink after work with 3rd in command. They discussed their current situations and the fact that neither are happy with the owners and the way that the owners treat them. Now comes the good part, Better Half learns about the "plans" of the owners to expand the business, further working Better Half's already short-staff to the bone. No one said a word to Better Half. My guess, no one intends to either. See, Better Half has one of those personalities everyone is drawn to, humor, kindness, dedication, trustworthiness, etc . . . Problem is, those qualities engender abuse as well. Owners know Better Half is dedicated and loyal and will not disappoint, so Owners take advantage to the fullest. They intentionally keep Better Half out of the loop so as not to cause any ripples in their abuse. I feel for Better Half. Plan two has taken effect as of now . . . Better Half searches for better-job!

Posted at basil's Friday Breakfast and the Beltway Traffic Jam

under the weather, the blankets, the bed . . .

2005-03-17T09:45:00.000-05:00

So, me and the little one are under the weather. We are one the bed under the blankets, and well, the cat is under the bed. so posting will be light today . . .