Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Maybe I'll just start doing the same to her, despite the fact that she's 62 yrs old and has had a hysterectomy.
Friday, March 27, 2009
This was my, I dunno, 5th or 6th birthday? Probably 5th. I think we moved to California before I turned 6. Mom, are you reading this? Which birthday is this?
Rock on with your bad self lil Mamma Ducky! Also of note, my shirt has duckies on it!
Happy Friday peeps. Hope your weather is better than ours has been the last few nights (and will be again tonight).
Thursday, March 26, 2009
I dunno, man. Maybe I'm just scared that if I delve into the world of Twitter that I'll never dig myself out.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
The top edges of the carrot are kind of a scalloped stitch. Not really happy with how that turned out, so I'll try another.
Notice I didn't even bother to trim the excess thread? Yeah, I was tired, lol.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I have a family party to attend this summer. I'm looking forward to it, but then again, not so much. I was always the chunky one in my family, but this will be the very first time that I am actually ashamed to show my family what I have let myself become.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
This is kinda relevant again, no? The current economic situation is a roundabout reason for my pissed-off-idness new word, write it down. Yesterday I read about Mr. President's proposal regarding private insurance reimbursing the VA for treatment of veterans wounded in combat. Um, what? Let me get this straight, we're gonna send you off to fight for our country and if you get wounded we'll bring you home BUT we're gonna make your private insurance company pay for your treatment?! Wow, nice kick to the nuts there for ya. Not really surprised that the White House refused further comment on the proposal.
The administration is looking at it like private insurance companies are "getting free ride" by not having to pay for these veteran's treatments while the veterans pay the insurance companies premiums. Guess what, they're paying the premiums for everything else, not the combat related injuries. No one is getting a "free ride" here.
I think they're missing something here. Take for example our small, family run business. We offer insurance coverage to our employees. We pay part, the employee pays part. Standard, right? Say The Dude was injured in combat and needed medical care related to that injury for an extended period of time, or for life. If our private insurance plan had to pay for that care we, as a business, would probably NOT be able to afford to keep The Dude on our plan. The rates would be so outrageous that we simply could not absorb the premiums. So now, The Dude has to find insurance on his own. What insurance company is going to take him on, knowing they'll have to throw down a crap-ton of money on him (pre-existing condition much??!). OR, if they do take him on, how would we ever be able to afford the premiums? That is just NOT fair.
Mr. President essentially told the veteran's groups he met with that if they can come up with a better idea that would be great. Guess what to quote my Shasty "it's not my job motherfucker!" YOU, sir, took on this job with the promise of fixing everything. I realize it's a tough job. Personally, I would never want to be President. Perhaps this is the problem with having a Commander in Chief who never served in the military.
Oh! Oh! Pick me! Pick me!! I have an idea!!!! How about taking the 540 million the President is looking for, from the bailout money!! How much sense does it make to GIVE eleventy billion dollars not an actual figure to companies that made bad financial decisions, but try and TAKE money from those that this country should be caring for?
These young men and women sign up to serve this great country. The only thing they ask is to be cared for should they come home injured. Is that really too much to ask? It breaks my heart to read stories like my Shasty's. Troops should have better options available to them than a pat on the back, a "good job" and sent on their merry little way. Private groups are picking up the slack, or at least trying to, but how many veterans are suffering in silence. Too many I fear. Let's not add to their stress with passage of this bill.
Maybe we all should open the windows and shout like in the clip. Maybe the White House would sit back and say, yep, THAT was a stupid idea. What were we thinking??
Monday, March 16, 2009
*It should be noted that I decided to add a crumb topping AFTER mixing up the batter, so there is no picture of those ingredients.
1 1/2 C all purpose flour
2tsp. baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
3/4 C sugar
1/4 C butter, softened
1/2 C milk
3 C fresh or frozen blueberries
Before you do ANYTHING, you have to sterilize the jars and lids.
Now, they have fancy-shmancy machinery that can do that for you. I am neither fancy, nor shmancy, so I just boiled mine. Take your biggest pot and fill it with enough water to cover the jars. Boil the jars and lids for 10 minutes. Remove jars and dry on paper towels. *While your jars boil, you can whip up your batter.
Heat your oven to 350 degrees. Sift together your dry ingredients onto a piece of waxed paper or parchment paper. In a large bowl, beat the sugar and butter until light and fluffy. Add egg, beat well. Alternately add dry ingredients and milk into sugar mixture. Fold in blueberries.
I've experimented with various forms of greasing the jars and I've found this method to work the best. Using a paper towel folded around your fingers, smear Crisco all over the inside. Be careful not to get ANY on the lip of the jar. If you do, just wipe it off with a paper towel.
Fill the jars about 2/3 of the way full.
At this point, I decided a little crumb topping was needed. I combined 1/3 C flour, 1/2 C brown sugar, and 1/2 tsp cinnamon. Cut in 1/4 C butter. Sprinkle on top of your batter filled jars.
To catch any spill-overs, and it's just plain easier this way, put your jars in a pan and THEN into the oven.
I baked mine for about 25 minutes and they were done. Test them the same way you test any cake. Of course, you'll need a much LONGER toothpick. Since I couldn't get the giant at the top of my beanstalk to part with his, I just used a kabob skewer.
Carefully pull the lids and rings out of the water. Quickly dry them off with paper towels and set the lids on top of the jars. As they cool they will seal. You'll start to hear little "pops" as they seal. Once they're sealed and cooled, screw on the rings and you're finished.
This last picture was taken with my cell phone this morning. I brought one to work for breakfast. I just loosened around the edge with a butter knife and the cake slid right out.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
I have some other things to
bitch talk about. That, unfortunately will have to wait till a little later. Our office is in the process of being audited (I've had to sit with the auditor and answer LOTS of questions: I know nothing! I swear!) , AND my desktop at work STILL has the nasty virus. Kill me now.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
None of these pictures are of me you wouldn't believe how hard it is to take a picture of the back of your head by yourself!
Ok ok, so this is for 3 ez combs: one black, one brown, one crystalish whitish. You can do all kinds of hairstyles (even ponytails!). They work for thin or thick hair because twisting them not only gives it a cute look, but tightens up the hold. Click on the ez combs link to see videos.
Comment for entry (I'm not gonna ask you to follow me for extra entries or crap like that cuz I only want you to follow if you enjoy my blog!
**I will also send along the DVD with full instructions. Not that it takes a rocket scientist or anything, but ya never know. Enjoy the Spring Fling!
Monday, March 9, 2009
Twin B lounged around on a blanket, watching the clouds roll by.
When I opened my kitchen window in the morning to let the breeze pass through, the overwhelming scent of orange blossoms took my breath away. I was used to smelling them in Southern California, but not so much around here. One of my neighbors has a tree or two, they must.
I glanced over at the enormous bag of California navel oranges on my counter and starting thinking. Mmmmm, honey orange pancakes sounded delightful!
Friday, March 6, 2009
Sony Releases New Stupid Piece Of Shit That Doesn't Fucking Work
I'm fairly certain most households in American have one, if not several, of these items.
The ingredients (not pictured is the pepper, which is simply to taste).
1lb Penne pasta, cooked and drained
1 Cup mayonnaise
1 Cup(ish) basil pesto *I was lucky enough to get that big jar of pesto from my friend! Thanks! P.S. I have your helping of the pasta dish in my fridge, so stop on by)
1Cup dried cranberries
1 Cup pecans (goody for you if you noticed I have walnuts in the pic. I was out of pecans)
3/4 minced celery
cooked chicken breast, chopped or shredded. Add as much or as little as you want.
In a good sized bowl, mix the mayo and pesto.
Add the cranberries, celery, nuts and chicken. Toss with pasta. Chill until serving.
A couple of tidbits of info. regarding this here post:
A.) I had to dig through this mess, sometimes called my purse,
to locate the thumb drive containing my memory card for the camera in order to shoot these pics. There was a lot of cursing involved.
2.) While I had no pecans with which to make this dish, I did have an unusually high stash of walnuts.
Go ahead, count 'em. Four, FOUR bags of walnuts! Why, I ask you, why?! I'm no big walnut fan, in fact, I don't even recognize the walnut bag on the far left. I have never seen that bag before. Weird. I must have little gnomes that stock my cupboards with walnuts in the night. Hey, at least it's better than the ones that refill mayonnaise jars (eeewww! Yeah, I TOTALLY just went there!).
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Common people: Rhoda Penmark...the ORIGINAL bad seed! I totally own a copy of "The Bad Seed" and watch it a lot.
Perhaps I'm being a little harsh. She's not really that bad. She's just the difficult chi....holy moses! It just occurred to me why she is that way! She's (technically speaking) the middle child! Ding! Ding! Ding! Bells and whistles!! Hmmm. Not that this makes dealing with her during her meltdowns ANY easier, whatevs.
Just this morning we were having the shoe struggle...yet again. Twin A and even Pickles (well he tried) put on their shoes and socks and were ready.
Little Rhoda Twin B ignored me, trotted upstairs and refused to come down. The Dude finally carried her down where she still refused shoes. After loading everyone up I came back for her. I find her standing there with her arms crossed with that "I'm not going to do a single thing you say" look on her face. Don't lie, you know you know that face!
After hysterics THE WHOLE WAY (2 blocks) to the sitter I ask her what the deal was. "You didn't let me brush my teeth." SERIOUSLY?! She's won again, dammit.
Our office is being audited next week. F-U-N! So in preparation,
we I was getting all the necessary files ready. Fifi "tries to help" by pulling on some files above my head. Two problems here: I am taller than her so why is she doing this and she's pulling on the bottom folder which is under eleventy-million other folders. I look up just in time to see file folders crashing down. PAPER CUT TO THE NOSE! Who gets a paper cut to the nose? I do, that's who.
Ok, ok, so it doesn't look bad in this picture. Camera phone picture, what can I say. Maybe I'm just whining.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Uh. Remember those days, pre-high speed Internet? How did we live?! I know, right?
Last night The Dude and I were watching the boob-tube (holla atcha Popscicle!), when a commercial came on advertising satellite Internet. I've heard tales of areas of the country that only have access to dial up to this day. Could that actually be true though? I thought it only tales told to frighten children and gamers. Apparently not. The commercial was specifically directed at people still using dial up.
Those poor people! Can you imagine waiting for your daily dose of YouTube videos to load? I mean my gosh! Can you imagine trying to surf through your favorite blogs at dial up speed? I shed a tear for those dial up folks. Poor souls. I had a nightmare about it, and this morning, my nightmare came true, sort of. All I know is that this crap better be fixed BEFORE the big SITS Spring Fling.
Now, on to more important business. My best girl, whom you know as My Shasty (aka Sassy Pants Wifey) has gone and created something wonderful. She's always trying to find ways to help people out. She has started a new blog called Care Across the Cities and I am so honored that she has asked me to be a contributor. The main point here is to help people! We all read blogs where the author seems to be a bit down. Maybe they got some bad news, stress at work, something. We want to cheer them up! We want to create a network of people willing to send cards, love, prayers, good vibes, comment love...ya feelin' me? We'll see where this all leads, but perhaps one day it will be more.
There will also be little suggestions on how to do more for your fellow man/woman. This country (and others for you bloggers from far away) could use a little more love and encouragement.
Spread the love people. Pay it forward.