Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Starbucks


I am feeling hostile this morning.
I am, because I am tired and it is a lot harder for me to keep any negative emotions in check when I am tired. That and there was an incredibly rude bitch in line at Starbucks.
Hrmph.
So, now I'm tired and grumpy.
I wonder what I'll get if I Google "rude bitch in car?"

(Surprisingly I didn't get too much..)

Even when I switched it just to "rude bitch" in the Google search bar I didn't get much?

Mainly pictures of models with little captions underneath that said rude bitch or some variation of that. But this one below- wow- this one below was different than the others:

It definitely shows class and style- that goes without saying. It only really needs a substitution like an "A" in the word think for example to make it truly prize winning. You thank?


Anyway-
I parked my car and went in this morning because I refused to sit in line behind rude bitch and I actually had shoes on... so I could! It also occurred to me that the one thing which would make me feel somewhat better would be if I could get in and get my coffee aeons before that rude bitch got through the drive through line with hers! So, sneakered but no socks and in my snowflake pajama pants and no bra I went in to beat that bitch through the line!

I noticed while I was inside Starbucks something which I have noticed on many occasions before. Starbucks trains their cashiers to make this incredibly annoying swooping motion with their arm when they give you your money back.

They don't all do it, just a couple of them at the store closest to our house but the ones that do it swing their arm around in a full circle AWAY from you and then do this little arm swoop towards you before handing you your money... and they smile the cheesiest and most fake smile EVER while doing it- it reminds me of Howdy Doody. Eww.



This one guy whom particularly rubs me the wrong way also talks in a way that reminds me of what it is like to eat a heaping mouthful of soggy bread- if you don't like soggy bread- which I absolutely don't.




Yea, now I'm the one being a bitch and that isn't very attractive, I know, but Starbucks should be more selective with their early morning staff. By later in the day who really cares who serves them? By then, quirky can even be fun.


Hell, I'm quirky!



First thing in the morning though the people you see and whom speak to you and make swoopy motions with your credit card instead of handing it directly back to you could possibly set the tone for your ENTIRE DAY!

They should all be soft fuzzy vanilla people instead of strange characters and please, no rude bitches.

Sheesh.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

At 6:53 Phoenix time....


I was wondering this morning if the people that make these little itty bitty creamer packets are folks that normally put cream in their coffee?

Why do they make them so small?
Hiya! I am writing my blog today from a Southwest airlines flight to Phoenix Sky Harbor International airport. I have on my Nano and the Eagles are currently singing Pretty Maids All In a Row” to me.
I sincerely love to sing this song so it’s hard to hold my tongue- as it’s sooooooo tempting to belt it out… but I’m crammed into the middle seat here on the plane, which makes it a little easier to restrain myself.

I don’t know what the deal is with Southwest now –a- days?

It seems to me that it hasn’t been that long really since I flew Southwest, (has it?) but it was all different this time. Apparently they don’t give you seat assignments anymore and it’s first come first serve?

What’s up with that?
Also, the way they board is all screwy now.


I’m traveling with my boss this trip and she thought we were in the wrong line so we moved back a line looking for the “B” section. She had B40 to my B47.

We found the “B” line and stood there chatting for a few minutes, but after a couple of announcements I figured out that the line we were in was actually headed to California and that wasn’t going to work for us since we are due in Scottsdale at 8:30 in the morning.

We made it back to our line in plenty of time though and had a little laugh over it. She said she and her husband were both relieved that I was willing to drive us through Phoenix – lol- which made me laugh because I knew if Nicholas was sipping a beverage at that moment he would have spit it all down his shirt since my driving tends to freak him out! I just smiled and said “Aww it’s no problem.”
After all I AM an accomplished driver. (am)



SO now I am at my hotel. It’s a Courtyard and I have a nice room with a balcony! My bed looks really comfy and in a minute I am going to crawl into it! I only wish my love was here with me.
He was/is really excited about his trip and so I want it to be everything that he wanted, for him- he is a man meant to explore big cities and I hope to explore most of them with him too- but I miss him tonight and I wish he was near me, for me.


I opened up the door to my hotel room balcony while I was talking to him for a few minutes just before he went to bed and then I just went ahead and left the door open which I am fully enjoying right this moment because it feels COMPLETELY delicious outside!

I can reeeeeeeeally appreciate balmy weather.

The other night at home before Nicholas left for DC- it wasn’t exactly balmy out, no... unusually chilly for May actually, but it was totally gusty- spring time in Kansas GUSTY and I was in heaven getting to sleep with Nicholas in that crazy weather! Ahhhh.


I stayed in a room EXACTLY like this with my folks when my Uncle died, I guess a little over a year ago, I would never have remembered us staying in a Courtyard hotel, but I slept on the couch bed and it was exactly like the one I have in my room now – so each time I look around the room I remember sitting over there on the couch and talking to my Mom who was on the right side of the bed and my Dad who got in on the left and had control of the remote- and it keeps feeling to me as if I am in that same spot which feels kindof bizarre since we really weren't here.


Weird wild stuff!

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day!

That is my Mom!

I have a brother and a sister too, which I realize makes her more like- OUR mom... but... whatever.

My Mom is SUCH a beautiful, lovely, warm, sunny woman who often gets incrrredibly excited about silly little things (but not always silly) ((which makes her fun)) and wears her endearing and vivacious heart on her ever loving sleeve.
Mom is like a MAGNET for people!

People in church, at work, in her guild, her neighbors, her friends, her family. Everybody loves my Mom and wants to hear her take- they want her gossip and they often want her advice. Whats more is that of these people that flock to my Mother... they all seem to truly respect her along with the high regard they have for her and I am always struck by that. In reality, if she had her own talk show- she would be the Walmart of talk shows- because thats just how she does things.

My Mom is SUCH a wonderful lady, I really think the world of her and am honestly very impressed by who she is. In fact so many distinctly different elements come together to make up the woman that is my Mom it's hard to decide which things are the most important- impossible actually so I will just add that I have been trying so hard, for so many years to be like her in a great deal of ways.

Luckily in this case- or as fate doles it out- some of her strongest traits were passed on to me naturally through osmosis.... the rest were passed on through years of programming- in other words I have the high expectations and I can see "the ring" but sometimes I have had to really struggle against my natural inclinations toward laziness to achieve a part of what she spent so much time modeling for me.


My Mom has taught me all of my life about the value of hard work- not just working hard but making sure that to the average on looker you made it look easy.
Through watching her work her way through the world she taught me it is also very important that in the process of accomplishing a big project of some sort that you aren't a whiner so as not to detract from "making it look easy," and I learned that through THAT whole process you gain a distinct sense of pride in your own abilities. Something which I have observed in my Mom countless times.




Inadvertently my Mom has taught me a lot about looking inside rather than out- for the answers, or to accomplish something, both. Which as a child ended up being lessons that I despised and bucked against; as an adult I lean on and appreciate those lessons whole heartedly and it is knowledge that I try in earnest to pass on to my own children.


My Mom is an all around interesting person who really knows how to LIVE! She is SO much fun! I love her laugh and I love it when she laughs so hard she cries and still just laughs and laughs! She does what she wants (for the most part) and the things that she wants to do are incredibly creative as well as often, for the pleasure of others. Which is something, again, that I admire about her with my whole heart.



My Mom sticks with things, she doesn't give up, at least not without wearing out EVERY possible option and then a good pout. My Mom has taught me how to pout with my whole body. How to pout from my heart. Believe it or not, it is a skill and I have learned it from her!



My Mom is often a realist - mostly- and she taught me how to look at every possible option in a situation and to cover every base so that there aren't any surprises and I don't drop any balls because my Mom and I both hate it when that happens.




My Mom knows just how to attract the people and situations to her that she wants or needs and she is somebody that everybody wants to be around. She is also somebody that everyone can count on and she doesn't even know how special that is! My Mom has a wonderful imagination- it's no wonder she attracts so many people!







My mom is fiercely loyal if she is on your side- conversely, she definitely taught me that I am too good to engage in conversations- let alone confrontations with folks that don't matter to me! I should just stick my nose in the air and move on- which I do- rather well. (Mostly.)
((Thanks MOM))



My Mom is into some really interesting things.

I Googled her name and I actually came up with all sorts of stuff. Which makes me feel sad actually, that she is so far away and so I am less a part of her every day happenings than I should be or would like to be.

She is into World of Warcraft which she plays with my sister and my fiance even though I got her into it to begin with... she is into genealogy and between my Aunt Berta and my Mom, I have learned the most incredible stories about my family and where I have come from- it is really really special to me. the time and effort they have both put into learning our families stories.

Here is a link to her award winning quartet:
http://www.southfloridajubilee.com/quartets.php

And HERE!
I even found this article that she wrote to promote her silk flower business:

Using Silk Flowers - Should I?

By: My MOM, Sat Mar 25th, 2006

Many of the silk flowers available for bridal bouquets today look so real only the bride knows for sure whether they are. Using silk flowers in the bridal bouquet may not be for every bride, but many are taking a second look at the advantages.

One of the best reasons for choosing silk flowers for the wedding bouquet is that the beauty of the flowers will remain the same for many tomorrows as it looks today. Too often with a fresh cut bouquet, saving it means drying the bouquet. If you are not adept at drying flowers, they may even end up with mold spots. Even if they are dried appropriately, the colors will be faded. You can get a fresh cut bouquet freeze dried to perpetuate the true colors, but it must be done by a professional and can be expensive. Silk flowers will not wilt, mold, or fade on your wedding day or over the years that pass.

If you choose to have a silk flower wedding, you can plan and order your bouquets far in advance of the wedding. Most brides are very busy in the month before the wedding. Having to coordinate with a florist to have fresh cut flowers delivered to the wedding venue is just one more pressure point on the countdown. Also, if the fresh cut flowers do not look like you envisioned, when you get them it is often too late to change anything. When you order your silk flower bouquets as far in advance as six months before the wedding, you have plenty of time to ask for changes or to order extra pieces if other honored guests appear on your list.

Finally, in terms of the wedding budget, a silk flower wedding can be more economical than fresh cut flowers. The flowers you like are always "in season." Prices are not bumped by seasonal changes. Also, because you will be able to order at a time that you wish to, you can pay for the flower expense months ahead of other expenses that will necessarily come right before the wedding.

Whatever choices you make about your wedding flowers - silk flower or fresh cut - a good wedding flower designer will help you create beauty in your wedding bouquet.

About the author: My Mom designs custom-styled bridal bouquets and wedding packages for brides. Visit her website http://www.bridalsilkbouquets.homestead.com for ideas.


I could write about my Mom endlessly and that is something else which I love and admire about her. I am so proud and honored that she has taken so much time and effort into helping me grow into the person I am- which was really the main ingredient that made all of my dreams come true.

If you are reading- I love you Mom!

Happy Mother's Day!

Here's the kiss I wish I could give you today Mom- minus the musty, un-deodorized smell of the era and the weird way we often feel when some one else's kid randomly kisses us like they know us....



(hehe)















Kisses and Hugs.

Alo

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Supporting your brotha'


My daughter had a choir concert tonight.

She's a freshman in High school.

She was in two songs.






I bought her the outfits she was supposed to wear and she looked really cute when I dropped her off but other that a couple flashes of her cheek and eye, her pony tail spinning as she spun in a circle which I caught the briefest flash of- I didn't see her at all.

My other daughter went to this school also, which is how it has come to pass that I have had to endure 3 years now of this same choir teacher.

The shows are pretty good, flashy fun costumes, most of the kids are pretty talented and it is entertaining for the first hour but not for 3 1/2 hours.

After 3 1/2 hours my ass is sore, my feet are sore and I'm aggravated.

I didn't even get to see her.


We went to see Alicia Keys like a week ago I guess. It was one of the best concerts I have been to in quite a while. It really was! The music was awesome, the showmanship excellent and I was really impressed.

I should mention that I was also completely thrilled that we were able to bring the girls with us that night because they completely loved it and it was certainly as much of a pleasure for me to watch them having fun, clapping and getting into the music at the show as it was for me to watch the show itself.

I had to thank Nicholas several times for providing us with the opportunity to share it all together.



We were lucky enough to be in a suite for the concert where we hovered above most of the crowd and just above and off to the side of the stage.

There I was in that huge stadium of clapping people at that awesome concert and there were a couple of times that I just didn't feel like clapping - and I didn't.

What difference do my little clapping hands make in a big huge crowd like that anyway I thought to myself.

"Umm... like, NONE."

As I stood there enjoying the show but not clapping, it did occur to me to wonder what would happen if everyone were like me?

If everyone at that show just got lazy on clapping like me and figured there was no need for them to clap in that crowd of clapping people -

Like me, they figured the clappers would just tow the load for them and so they just didn't clap; and when Alicia was done singing one of her beautiful songs, instead of whoops and hollers there was just silence...

or ok, even a couple random clappers maybe, but they would sound pitiful because everyone else didn't clap at all...

I thought that if that happened much of the crowd would surely be shocked at their own silence and ashamed by the inaction of the rest of the crowd and maybe many would feel mortified for the star who we would have left standing out there in an unexpected and shocking hush.

Some people would start clapping then just to break the silence, as if doing so could change what had already come to pass and then probably more and more and more would chime in eventually but it would come off to Alicia like we were a really half assed crowd that didn't really mean it in the end and mostly she would talk for years in interviews and her next novel about that night and how we let her down as people because she had opened herself and her heart up to us through her music and we failed to share in that giving by keeping her head above the water.

Have you ever been let down that way?

I have, and so anyway I decided she would have every right to feel terrible and write as many books as she was inspired to on this topic.


When I thought all of that through to myself there at the concert I started clapping again and I clapped for each song she sang- even though I felt lazy and a little tipsy with my Crown and cokes and my claps didn't ever matter much more than to be a part of keeping the clap going but I was really ok with that.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008


This is my engagement ring.

I fully adore it. We looked together online, found one I liked which I went to go and see and in the process, I ran into this one and I loved it.

It made me feel like a princess.
The worlds LUCKIEST PRINCESS!

I LOVE this ring. It is precious to me.


I LOVE IT!


I think it's incredible and it is completely perfect for me and exceedingly thoughtful of him.

Whenever (and I mean every time) I look at my ring I envision the brilliant ruby in the center representing his loving HEART- beating that strong and sure only for me- and it is soooooo incredibly sweet to me that most days when I get home I do not pause at the door, oh no! I RACE up the stairs throwing myself at his feet as soon as I can get near enough to do so, BEGGING with all that I am for him to allow me just one more time to ravage him and try to squelch the insatiable hunger that has been tormenting me, through that sweet red rock on my left ring finger for the better part of each and every day.

PHEW.

He has read this now and is thinking Oh yea, thats what she does every single day alright....

M'kay..


SO, I'm backing out of the drive way this morning- I just cleared the bump in the driveway - shocks squeak their little squeak when all at once I notice I didn't put on my ring!

OMG!
This completely sucks for me!


I was already leaving later than I should have to get to work on time, and still, fully aware-


H I D E O U S L Y AWARE

of

just


HOW



much


it is going to SUCK!
to spend the entire day without my ring on -

I gasped loudly inward slamming on my brakes and thought to myself:

SELF: "I'll just pull back in and race to the door, grab the tinkerbell key, unlock the deadbolt, pause to shut the door tightly while ignoring the disillusioned poodle that will be ecstatic to see me though I have been gone all of 60 seconds, race up the stairs, get the ring, back down, tightly shutting and bolt locking the door, re-hiding the key, back to the car, back out, race to work."

"Did I leave my monitor on?"

But instead of all of that I did the right thing. (!%$#?) I know that there isn't really time for me to go back in and as I roll forward and slip it into second and then third gears I try to console myself by reminding me that it's only one day...

Just one.
Yes ladies, I take it off before I go to bed.

I know you and every other woman (non-divorced) has been wearing their rings for the past 20, 30, 40 and in rare occasions 72 years... but I take mine off.


Otherwise I might hurt my man...

Who wants to hear "ouch your ring hurts!" from the man whom you love?


Not I.





(Fact: I have known 2 couples who were married over 70 years)

((I have))

And honestly, the idea that in the middle of the night, (since I am SUCH a brain dead zombie when I am sleeping) that I may take it off or snag it and rip it off and then my ring will be lost- really freaks me out.

Granted, my ring won't have been able to have gone very far since in my hypothetical scenario I was in bed asleep, thats true- but you have to admit it is amazing the way the remote, socks, underwear and other random items tend to get tangled up in the sheet then somehow - stealthily even- they slip off the end of the bed undetected, yet still behind the foot board and out of sight where it has now made it to The Underneath of The Bed which is where the poodle or the cat or whatever mysteries go on under the bed mess with whatever it is you have lost and are still (coincidentally) frantically looking for on TOP of the bed and then it just ends up lost forever until you pay good money to replace it anyway forcing the old object to reappear and YOU are completely screwed.

I would be.

I don't want that to happen to my ring.

So yea, I take it off before I go to bed ok.






Today has been our 53 Monthiversary.

53 months!

One thing I have really enjoyed about being in a long term relationship where we weren't talking about marriage (when we weren't buying rings and gowns and reserving spaces and creating invitations and stuff like that) was Monthiversaries... every month!
I LOVE them!
(I LOVE HIM!!!!)

And ok, we don't make a BIG deal out of every single month- we have taken turns neglecting to notice it was the 7'th day of the month- but one of us always does remember and usually every other month or so we DO do something special to celebrate the awesomeness of our relationship and indeed our luck in finding one another when no one on Eharmony would have us, (me) and Monthiversaries are just a special thing we share that I totally enjoy. Everyone should try it, but if you do, just keep in mind that it started with us.



Numerology is any of many systems, traditions or beliefs in a mystical or esoteric relationship between numbers and physical objects or living things.

Digit summing

Numerologists often reduce a number or word by a process known as digit summing, then reach conclusions based on the single digit that is produced.

Digit summing, as the name implies, involves taking the sum of all of the digits in a number, and repeating the process as necessary until a single-digit answer is produced. For a word, the values corresponding to each letter's place in the alphabet (e.g., A=1, B=2, through Z=26) are summed.

Examples:

  • 3,489 → 3 + 4 + 8 + 9 = 24 → 2 + 4 = 6
  • Hello → 8 + 5 + 12 + 12 + 15 = 52 → 5 + 2 = 7

A quicker way to arrive at a single-digit "summation" is simply to take the value modulo 9, substituting a 0 result with 9 itself.


Chinese number definitions

Cantonese frequently assign the following definitions, which may differ in other forms of Chinese:

  1. — easy
  2. — live
  3. — considered unlucky since the pronunciation of 4 ( ) sounds like the word for death or suffering ( ).
  4. — the self, me, myself, nothing, never
  5. — easy and smooth, all the way.
  6. — a slang/vulgar word in Cantonese.
  7. — sudden fortune, prosperity
  8. — long in time, a slang/vulgar word in Cantonese
  9. — sure

SO as you can see... if you have the number 53... you have to make it smaller.... get just a single digit.... 5+3 = 8 Which I interpret to mean : This month Nicholas and I are going to live for ourselves, prosperously. Which is always a good thing really.

Don't you think?


Since it is important to always give your reader the other side of the coin I decided to also print this post I came across while looking for the significance of the #53

The post was created by someone named "Carl" and definitely sheds light on the negative and strangely eerie side of Numerology...

Dear Readers, Recently an individual using the nick "OBVES" has predicted "impending destruction" in the year 2011 by using the occult practice known as numerology. This individual is also holding up Harold Camping (a false prophet who predicted the return of Jesus in 1994) and the Watchtower Bible And Tract Society (an cult known, in part, for setting end time dates that didn't come to pass -- dates such as 1874, 1914, and 1974 among others) as reliable sources to support his claim. However, numerology is pure bunkum as well as a form of divination, something that God abhors. So why is "OBVES" going against God and turning to divination? That's something only "OBVES" can and should answer. In the meantime, I submit the following article by Dr. John Ankerberg and Dr. John Weldon on the topic of numerology. May God bless, Carl


























It's something to think about I guess...



LOL!

Grumpsy's (Dad's) Prize Winning Chili


(Just look at the trophy in hand in previous post!)

Chili con Carne:

2 Lb coarse-ground beef (a real preference here would be to substitute ground buffalo instead of the beef – I’ve been seeing ground buffalo in the market these days, and often cheaper than ground beef). Another alternative: 1 Lb ground beef, I Lb ground pork. You pick! 2 Lbs whatever meat – preferably ground coarse.. Best; Ask the meat department in your supermarket to custom grind your meat – best option, 2 Lb coarse ground beef brisket or chuck. (We want meat which won’t lose all its texture after three hours simmering).

2 16 Oz Packages dark red kidney beans or chili beans or small red beans (dry).

2 medium yellow onions, “Chunk” chopped.

4 large cloves garlic – crushed or diced.

1 fresh green (or yellow), or red bell pepper –seeded, chopped (OPT)

Salt (1 Tsp) and cracked pepper ( ½ Tsp)

1 Tbs ground cumin

2 Tbs Paprika

3 Tbs good quality chili powder

dash Cayenne pepper

2 – 6 Oz can tomato paste

2 --6 Oz cans mild, diced chili peppers (OPT)

32 Oz tomato sauce OR 32 oz can diced tomatoes – drained.

6 ripe plum tomatoes, halved down the middle – then cut in thirds cross-wise – or whatever!

2 Tbs honey, molasses or brown sugar

3 Cups beef broth

3 Oz unsweetened chocolate, finely ground (OPT).

2 beef bouillon cubes

Condiments: Whatever combinations of the below is to your taste

Sour Cream

Shredded cheddar or jack cheese

Chopped onion

Dices mild banana pepper rings

Diced pimentos - drained

Like the recipe for “The Sauce,” if you don’t have three hours to let the chili simmer – don’t make chili!! That said – here we go; The above is a good basic recipe for chili. The items with (OPT) following are optional.. Use them or not. Also, messing around with quantities is a fine way to experiment - and make a chili recipe your own!

Put the kidney beans in a saucepan.. Cover with water + 3”. Bring to a boil. Cover the saucepan. Remove from heat and allow to soak.

Distribute the cumin, salt, pepper, paprika and garlic over the ground meat. Sauté this mixture in a Dutch oven - with olive oil - until the meat is well done. Drain off the fat and juices. Add all the remaining ingredients down to the bouillon cubes (excepting only the kidney beans). Stir! Bring to a simmer. Cover – and let simmer three hours – stirring to the bottom every hour. Do stir it once (to the bottom) after the first 15 minutes - to make sure it is not beginning to burn on the bottom.

After 1 Hour, drain the water from the kidney beans and add them to the chili. Also, take a large sample spoonful in a dish. Allow it to cool a couple of minutes - and taste it carefully. You’re looking for enough of salt?? General flavor level (Add more bouillon cubes).. Enough chili flavor?? (Add more chili powder).. Spicy enough?? (Add a few dashes of Cayenne pepper to zap it up).. Too thick?? (Add more beef bullion concentrate).. Too Thin?? Increase heat with the lid removed. Allow to get to a good simmer uncovered - and let it simmer until the right thickness... THEN, Serve.. Add condiments.. Pig out!!


Grumpsy’s Prize Winning Chili -

In March, 2008 I entered a chili cook-off in our home-town - competing against 25 other contestants and I won 2nd place – in spite of the fact that I knew no-one at the event.. This was damn good chili. Certain other rules apply to contest chili and frankly these rules do in fact make a better chili.. A primary difference between ‘everyday’ chili - and contest chili - is the meat.. Contest chili is expected to have a firmer texture and bigger flavor than can normally be created with ordinary ground beef. I made my meat for this chili as below (and I made a really large quantity as we were serving to a lot of people.

1 4 lb flat-cut beef brisket, well trimmed

1 4 lb slab boneless pork country-style rib meat.

2 lbs ground buffalo

(I would have used buffalo brisket also – but couldn’t find any)

The meats were prepped as follows: Prepared a dry-rub of 1/3 cup high quality chili powder, 1/3 cup paprika, 2 Tbs ground garlic powder, 4 Tbs ground cumin, ¼ cup salt. Each meat was packed with this mixture, wrapped tightly in heavy aluminum foil and placed in the refrigerator for three days.

On the fourth day, the foil packages were removed from refrigeration and ½ cup bottled chili sauce was added to each package (smeared on the meat & dry-rub). The packages were resealed, placed in shallow baking dishes to catch any leakage and placed in an oven at 220 degrees – overnight! Actually, the beef brisket was going to need 10-12 hours, the pork about 8 and the ground buffalo (only 2 lbs) about 3 hours – so I adjusted starting times to let them be done roughly together..

The packages were opened to save the juices and set aside the meat. The brisket and country rib meats were roughly cut across the grain in ¾ in strips – then shredded across the grain with a pair of forks. Ground buffalo was fork-shredded evenly.

The juices from all were allowed to settle and the fat skimmed from the top.

The shredded meat was mixed together and entered into the Dutch oven(s) where the recipe then picks up following the sautéing of the meat, above – except that I replaced 1 ½ cups of beef broth with the like quantity of the meat juices.

Other differences with making a competition chili: Do not try to thicken with flour.. Judges can taste that..

In my case, I began worrying over thickness early-on – and intentionally used only 3/4 the amounts of beef broth and diced tomatoes as specified above… Then I added amounts of both of those as needed. In other words, I started with the chili too thick on purpose - and added either diced tomatoes (for sweetness) or beef broth (for savory richness) based on what the dish needed during the process.

Now the issue of HEAT.. My plan was to create heat not by using cayenne or other dried peppers – but rather by increasing amounts of natural, fresh peppers. For the sake of discussion, Poblano peppers have a nice “chili pepper” flavor, but are very mild with a minimum bite. I used Poblanos in each chili for flavor. Next up the pepper chain would be Anaheims.. A little hotter - but still livable. (but not as much flavor as Poblanos). At the middle of the pepper heat discussion is Cayenne (ground red pepper), and Jalapenos. Both are very “up-front” heat.. (When it hits your mouth, you know it’s hot!). For my medium chili I used natural Jalapenos and Anaheim’s. For my hot it was Jalapenos and Habanera peppers (could have used Scotch Bonnet for super hot instead – I picked Habanera because they looked better in the store that day. Unlike jalapenos, the Bonnets and Habanera’s are sneaky-hot. You take a bite and don’t notice anything immediately.. Then the heat begins to build in the back of your mouth - and boy does it build, and build and build!!).

As I said, my plan was that all of the heat would come from natural peppers – so as the cooking was coming to the last hour, I regularly tasted samples and added diced peppers to gradually built the heat to a level which I liked. It’s important to allow the chili to simmer at least 15 minutes after adding more peppers before re-tasting. This allows the flavor and heat of the peppers to assimilate out into the chili..

(Great care needs to be taken in working with the really hot peppers. (Habaneras or Scotch Bonnet. In my case – even though I didn’t think I was getting any juice from the peppers while preparing them - about ½ hour after working with the peppers, my hands

began burning horribly – which didn’t stop for hours!

Rough amounts to start with for a batch of chili using 2 lbs meat: For a “mild” chili, add 2 whole Poblano peppers coarsely chopped at least 1 hour before cooking is complete. For a “medium” chili, add about 4 Jalapenos or Anaheim’s. For a “hot” chili, Use 6 Jalapenos (finely chopped), but add 4 to 6 habaneras, also finely chopped. These quantities vary by widely by season and source of the peppers – so best practice is to start with ½ the recommended amount – Let it cook for ½ hour, and try it! Then, adjust.


(Thanks Dad!)

Sunday, May 4, 2008

"It's healthy for a man to work with wood..."

A few weeks ago I was talking to my Dad on the phone.
He lives in Florida so I don't get to see him that often, and we aren't terribly good about emailing one another- though we do here and there but I really like to talk to him. I love to hear him laugh when he gets my jokes, in a way that only he can since he is the one who tweeked my sense of humor, just so.
So anyway, as we were getting started in our conversation I asked him what he was doing with himself that weekend and he told me- "Oh lets see... long pause.... well, I built a sub-woofer today."

I said, "You did?"

"A subwoofer?"


Then I laughed and asked, "Why did you build a sub-woofer Dad?"

My Dad said, "well for my surround sound system of course!"
(Of course)

I didn't say anything in response to that so he went on saying "Oh I don't know, I was just reading about how to build a sub-woofer and I thought what the hell! So I built it and it sounds grrrreat! I'll send you a picture!"

And he did.
And I love it.

That is it in the upper left hand corner over there.

Honestly, on my screen, from my email, the picture is 4 times as big and just really great looking! It catches the sparkle of pride in his eye and his great smile which you can't see too well since it's so teeny.
I don't know why I couldn't get it to transfer well onto my blog?
(shrug)

All I can say is that the skill/creativity/patience that my father has to build, manipulate and create things which when he is finished are actually useful and often lovely is not something that he passed on to me...

Nor did he pass on his math skills or map following skills....

instead I got carbon copies of his feet, bulbous hairy, unladylike hammer toes, (which I later passed on to my helpless children) big ears, curly hair, a gap in my teeth which I have a hard time keeping filled and an excellent sense of humor - which is definitely needed when you are faced with such challenges as these from early in life!

I'm smiling as I write this, because even though as a kid I cared about these things sooooooo much, as an adult I am more concerned about being peri-menopausal, whether or not I'll make it to the gym before work each day this week like I promised myself I would; so that when we look at our wedding pictures folks don't pick them up and say things like
"my you looked so plump/chunky!"

Eww...

I worry about things like if Nicholas will be able to stay blind to the fact that one could categorize me this way- just long enough that I can fall back out of the category?

(God I hope so.)

Keep those glasses on baby!

Come on.... eat the other side of the mushroom......

(I love you)

I don't care that my hair is turbo curly even though straight will always be much more in style.

And truly, how could it not be?

When I have properly washed my feet - that also often smell a lot like my Dad's, I'll let Nicholas play with my toes sometimes and when he does I often blabber to him about when I was a young girl complaining to my Dad about how ugly my toes were and how they looked like his and he would say to me - "We have the most beautiful feet in the WORLD!"

To which my Mom would giggle and roll her eyes.
(Because we don't)

But after a few minutes of him going on and on and on about how incredible our feet looked, I felt a little proud about them since he made me laugh.

Laughter is a very powerful thing and a Dad that can make you laugh - really really rolling on the floor laughing- even 15 years after the original incident- well that sets the stage for the whole rest of your life really.

Sometimes I sit back and listen to Nicholas talk to the kids, who don't always get his humor yet or sometimes the fact that he was joking and so sometimes they get frustrated too because his humor is often subtle- or then again so far the other direction that it doesn't come off as what it really is - which must make him feel very superior at times as well, and anyway sometimes while I'm watching him interact with them I think to myself how creative and quick a truly funny mind has to be. Like his.

Funny.

Like my Dad too.

I could accept no less.

I remember a few years ago while my Dad was standing up on a short ladder in their Kitchen at the first house they owned in Florida, remodeling and making a terrific and dusty mess that their various cats were covered in and floated through the air through out the house.
I looked up at him and my mom looked up at him and my daughter looked up at him... and I think we all looked up at him right then because he had screamed SHIT! so loudly and angrily just the moment before that he had all of our undivided attention for that moment... even though I don't remember him ever stopping what he was doing, or spitting or swearing, (LOL) to really notice us and my Mom said something she has said to me a few different times in my adulthood.


She said, "It's healthy for a man to work with wood."




It happened in conversation at work this past Thursday afternoon that I was standing there in her office while the maintenance man was talking with our Executive Director about bids he had received on a project that were so outrageous (!*%$#) he was considering just doing the project on his own that I thought to my mom's words and interjected them...

It seemed appropriate.

But I didn't say them quite right and quite unintentionally, I noticed, because of the strained silence that followed what I said and upon replaying it in my head I just had to laugh my apologies out loud because I sounded like SUCH a perv!



But I didn't mean it that way.

Saturday, May 3, 2008



















WHAT TO DO WHEN YOUR BETTER HALF WANTS YOU TO STOP PLAYING VIDEO GAMES...

by Alixandria Knight

If you care about your relationship, what can you do when your significant other requests you to stop playing games other than to stop everything and have a conversation with the intention of really getting something sorted out or quit playing all together?

The root of the problem isn't "the game" anyway, so help your mate identify what the trouble really is, within them; and try to be an open listener. At some point it would be a good idea to really let it all sink in and figure out your part and what you are or aren't doing that is contributing to the problem so that you can adjust your behavior.

It's safe to say that every relationship is different and so the proper way to respond to your spouse will vary but here are a couple of DEFINATE DON'TS to remember when your spouse has asked you to discontinue your gaming.

1. The avid gamer often validates the radical amount of time they spend gaming by proclaiming it as an escape. Bad move. You can guarantee that while your spouse was washing dishes, vacuuming, cooking and driving, yes even in the middle of their favorite show they have played this phrase over and over in their head all the while wondering what you think you are escaping from and usually reaching the conclusion that at least subliminally, you are seeking escape from them. They further figure that you are too dumb to reach this conclusion on your own. Avoid using this phrase.

2. Don't bother playing the guilt card. If you truly felt bad or actually felt you were doing something wrong, then being the caring partner you are you would obviously respond by changing your behavior. Since you know, and your spouse knows, this isn't the case; just leave it alone. It'll help.

Try to keep in mind going into the conversation that your spouse sincerely wanting your attention, in itself, is not a bad thing and it is an all too normal response in this day and age to want what we cannot have. So cut them some slack. After all, you already have most of what you want. And you'll be batting 1000 once you get your spouse on board!

Your spouse is acutely aware that there is a pretty good chance whatever you are doing with them, you would really rather be playing. The average spouse does not truly want to spend time with your body while your mind is on the game. The only exception to this statement, of course, is if your sex life has moved into the seriously deprived category. During these droughts who needs your mind anyway?

Help your spouse begin to identify things that are really of interest to them that they may have been putting off or let take a back burner for one reason or another. Remind them how important it is to take time to nourish their own soul, because if your spouse is busy doing something that they truly enjoy they won't be near as worried about what you are doing and will feel much better in the bargain. It also won't hurt to remind your spouse how little they really want you to begin dictating to them how they will spend their time.

Here are a couple of perks you might want to point out to help your spouse feel better about being married to a gamer.

1. No pressure. You aren't going to pressure your spouse about doing anything because you want to draw as little attention to yourself as possible anyway. If your spouse puts off chores for a couple of days, it'll be no skin off your nose.

2. Your spouse can now be a total control freak with no ramifications so long as you aren't bothered while you are playing that is. Even if you don't like the new set up in the family room you aren't going to notice it until you are passing it on the way to the front door in the morning anyway and by the time you get home you'll just be making a B-line for the computer anyway. That is practically total freedom a benefit that many other spouses all over the world are not able to enjoy in the same special way.

3. As long as you are happily playing your spouse has an unlimited amount of time to pursue whatever their heart desires, unfettered, unhindered.

4. Your spouse always knows where to find you. You aren't out at the bar or blowing wads of money at the casino or putting your life on the line being a dare devil. You are there at home, you look up with a loving smile, you are able to share kisses and hugs and nod when spoken to. These are all good things.

Most of all try to respond to your spouse and treat them the same way you would want to be treated if you were the one dealing with some pretty heavy emotions and abandonment issues. Your spouse just loves you.....
Or at least they did before you started playing video games.





Friday, May 2, 2008

On Wook & Tony

Yesterday, my sweet lovers blog got noticed by Tony's Kansas City. He told me about it because it made him happy that he was noticed,
(I could tell) and late this morning I scrolled through Tony's site until I saw it myself.


Recognition!


I was duly impressed.

It said:


New Blog: Old School

Great new local blog I just found . . . Awesome design, lots of local content. Check it out.
posted by Tony Permalink 1 Comment


Tony has good taste I guess. Go figure?

N's writing voice was one of the very very tippety top first things that I fell in love with about him.

I don't even know why exactly- he is just so unique!

I absolutely loved to read his thoughts! Not just his writing to me mind you but all sorts of forums, his own and other peoples. I actually met him on KCSingles and the thing that motivated me to communicate with him in the first place was the flavor of his posts in their forums.

Here is an early example of his extremely attractive style in the form of an invitation to some of his buds:



From:Send an Instant Message "My Lover"
Subject: Poker Night Part Deux
To:"Everyone"




Afternoon Ya'LL!

Poker night my house this friday the 5th Of march.
(tomorrow).

7pm - til the cows come home.

Food is supplied. Drinks are--however I don't have
fancy schmancy beer- just Bud Light and that wuss beer
leftover from my party-- the 'Ultra Carb
Beer"...perfect for Durg.

RULES

- No Black Jack. I know I started it last time but--
my bad.
- Limit of 3 raises per hand. Cumulative.
- 5 dollar buy in. We can raise it later if everyone
agrees.

RULES over.

Please feel free to bring a friend, date or
whomever...

If theres more than the normal amount of peeps.. i.e.
me, durg, jurn, jum and Banky-- and your friends or
dates do not wanna play for money we can set up a
friendly game of poker.

Alix is planning to play for money--

So-- please RSVP ASAP don't be a SQUARE!

And since Jurn has like 20 different email accounts
someone please fwd this if the above address is wrong.

Questions? Reply back or Call- home or
work or.... Yahoo Message Me.



Thanks

Her Lover

P.S. If not enough peeps show up - Banky is bringing
RISK to play. OR we can have a "Heavy Metal" movie
watch..or "Fight Club" watch.
All of which Alix loves
to watch...she's a girls MAN!

cyaz!!

See?

Is he adorable or what?


When I was reading his various posts it was as if I was peering at a different aspect of him- kind of like viewing him from "above" and in following along with his posts and persona's it all painted a more full and detailed picture of him than I could ever have absorbed from talking to him alone.
He is pleasantly cynical, dry, funny, smart... knows tid bits about every kind of thing- things which I don't care in the least to try and cram into my own skull but am thrilled like a happily clapping child that
he does, every time that he rattles off another unimportant, geographical, historical or little known fact; he's brilliant.




On a more recent note...

For dinner tonight I made shrimp scampi for the first time EVER!
It was totally awesome! I made homemade Alfredo-florentine

Nicholas said it was just like a restaurant- better even.


Here is the recipe I Googled.

It was totally easy and the garlic was super yum.