no time . . .

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

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!

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Bobo Blogger
Cranky Neocon
Cry Freedom
Dangerous Logic
Fistful of Fortnights
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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

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!

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!!

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

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:

1. 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;
2. we would give our children all we could, even if we had to do without (a given); and
3. 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"

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

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

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!

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 . . .

there, that should do it!

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

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

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?

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!

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!

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

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

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?

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

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!

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

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

resume regular programming now . . .

Bourbon Baby!

Saw this quiz over at Tammi's and had to take it! I must say, it turned out to be completely fitting!

May she fly well!

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 . . .

Take that Sorta-limey-pundit!

We are at War!

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.

1. Gizoogle
2. Paris Hilton's Cell Phone number
3. Jamie Lynn Spears Naked (which has recently fallen but shall be taken again)
4. The Niggas at the DFNCTSC
5. Strip Clubs in Ohio With Midget Strippers (also recently fallen . . .)
6. Free Big Tit Sites
7. 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

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 . . .

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 . . .

Chocolate Chip Pie

What's better than a chocolate chip cookie? Why a chocolate chip pie of course! here is one for ya'll.

Ingredients

2 eggs
1/2 cup flour
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup firmly packed brown sugar
1 cup butter, melted and cooled
6 ounces Chocolate chips
1 cup chopped walnuts
1 unbaked 9-inch pie shell
whipped cream or ice cream
This recipe can be doubled

Directions

Preheat oven to 325. In large bowl, beat eggs until foamy. Add flour, sugar and brown sugar. Beat until well blended. Blend in melted butter. Stir in chocolate chips and nuts. Put into pie shell. Bake at 325 for approximately one hour. Serve warm with whipped cream or ice cream.

Enjoy!

It's a Boy!

I have a blogson, I didn't know it until Yesterday when I began my temper tantrum about not having a blogfamily.

Seems basil, Frank and I had some sort of interesting three-way(I am assuming FrankJ but could be wrong, if it is FrankJ, SarahK, I slipped him a roofie so I could take advantage of his omnipotence, sorry, I'll make it up to ya later.)

Of course, as I consider both Frank and basil to be instrumental in my birth as a blogger, I am officially not a redneck but now can be considered . . . white trash (Buelah Mae, here I come!). Fitting that I live so close to West Virginia no? Because the product of our unholy match-up was none other than the Babaganoosh (goes tasty with crackers).

So I am a blog mommy parent! But as I came into being without a parent (at least one that wants to claim me, -- Harvey, Frank, SarahK, basil and others . . . ), I shall be king/queen of this family. Bwahahahahaha!

UPDATE: There is a Deaniac living somewhere in my family tree, fitting no? The Dean-scream harkens back to something eerily simian, he he he . . . I know, I know, goes against the whole theory of banning certain bloggers from the family gatherings. But hey, I am finding this whole blogospheric family thing, way incestuous! So, we all have skeletons in our closet, and black sheep in the family, having only been acquainted with FrankL for a short time--I am sure his twin can't be that bad ;), so until proven otherwise, I will turn my head for now but be forwarned Fritz I'm watching you, any funny business and I withhold pumpkin pie at all future family gatherings . . . :)

Bible & Tire?

(This is so white trash. I should beg to join the white trash family) . . . How bout it Beulah Mae?

Posted at basil's
Wednesday Breakfast

What? No Family?

Ok, I have this profound emptiness today as I have no family. No, I have a family, just not a blog family. I love reading all these blogs but they all have family. So I thought it would be good for my psyche if I recounted why I began to blog and, in fact, as I never did a lame ass post for my first, I am doing it now:

I started blogging because I was buying something at Rightnation.com or something and got directed to IMAO, from there, I went to MountaineerMusings and then back to IMAO.

I lurked around IMAO funny for a while and found myself at Bad Example and several other outstanding blogs for sometime until, one day FrankJ was out of town and Harvey and Rightwingduck were guest-posting, and in the comments to one of Harvey's posts, this really thoughtful and well-written young man posted a comment to which Harvey replied he should get his own blog. (sorry folks I am too lazy to find the exact link to the comment.)

I, of course, wanted one too and my blog was born. I immediately contacted Harvey, got some advice on this blogging gig, joined the Alliance, posted some stuff (that really wasn't that interesting) and was off and running. But alas, who do I credit? I belong to no-one. And no-one wanted to claim me. boo hoo.

Since then (December of 2004 to be exact), I have become enamoured with the Bad Example Family Tree as well as the posters at IMAO, basil, a lot of the blogs on the Alliance blogroll and the Feisty Family of Feisty Christina's and various and sundry others. I have even managed to get blog-rolled by several of you wonderful bloggers (which makes me wonder about you, but I digress . . .) I am still, however, without a family.

Since no one will claim me (this happens often so I am not that surprised)-hence-forth, I proclaim (I can do this cause this is my blog :P ) that the whole blogosphere is my family (whether you like it or not) and the following are the icky second-cousins who have been banished from all family goodness and grandma's will:

1. Yucky, mean, trolly liberal bloggers like Oliver who looks eerily similar to Shrek (can you say brainwashing?); by the way, has anyone seen my "Gun-toting lib" troll? I seem to have misplaced him;
2. Deaniacs;
3. People who voted for Hillary or will vote for Hillary, I don't like her, she has big eyes -- ala Janay Castine from AI;
4. Redneck bashers;
5. Evil Glenn, although sometimes he gets invited to parties so we can make fun of him ;)
6. Communists and MSM persons pretending to be bloggers;
7. Those who bash my religion, my country, my President, and the military that defends me (unless I already like you then you shall be exempt);
8. and anyone else I shall henceforth decide upon from time to time.

This is my will, it shall be done. But, my will can change if someone out there wants to claim me . . .

Why I love Nascar

Ok, so BinHex (sorry I don't know how to link to individual comments) wants to know from a fan why Nascar is so appealing, well here goes.

First, you have to love fast cars. I love fast cars. When I was but a wee-child I wanted a fast car, a 69 sport-fury to be precise. As I aged, I wanted a 64 'stang but would settle for a vintage 'Vette. At 16 I wanted a mercury zephyr with two holly 4-barrells and racing stripes. As I aged still more, it was bikes, vintage Victory or Triumphs, but I digress. I love fast cars. Naturally, I would love to see fast cars in action.

So, I started to visit dirt-tracks with my pops--Midget cars and dune buggy's. We'd sit as close as we could without getting splattered with mud, but we would still leave the place so dirty you could cut the mud off. Bonding with daddy helped spawn my love of racing; then it was bonding with my now-better-half at World of Outlaws races.

Once your bitten by the fast-car bug, you have to see a race, not just watch it on tv. but be there to hear the roar of the crowd and the whiz of the engines as the drivers speed past your seat at 180 plus mph and while you try to pick out your driver from the blur that has shot across your sight range.

There is a thrill in seeing your favorite driver weave in and out of traffic and speed to the front of the pack to cross the finish line first, or in some cases after first . . . but I digress.

The race is more than just fast-cars going in circles. It is about a common-love from common folk. This is why you have to attend a race. I will give you an example:

Upon attending a race in the Poconos, after which my driver had fared well but not won, I reluctantly walked with my family and friends back to the truck (see you visit these tracks with family and friends, it is the experience). I passed a group of people sitting on lawn chairs outside their motor home tending to no-less than five charcoal grills. They were cooking shrimp, hot dogs, burgers, sausage, and steaks. They had bowls of chips and coolers of beverages, and as passersby walked past their set-up, they offered a cool drink or a hot meal as friends for no reason other than their good nature.

Folks, these are good people, and this story isn't just an anomaly, it is simply normal.

So there is more to Nascar than the cars, you have to look at the people. Included in that group are the drivers, the most fan-friendly sports-stars today. They take time out of every race weekend to talk to fans, sign autographs, take pictures. They come to the race with their families in tow, and camp out in trailers like us commoners. They thank the people that make their dreams reality, their sponsors, their owners, their fans. There is a genuine lack of cockiness about them. There are no Randy Moss's or Terrell Owens' in the bunch.

Contrast that, however, with their on-track personas. On the track, they are warriors. They have one, make that two, goals in mind. Win points, win the race.

With that in mind, like rabid dogs, they defend their positions, and like skillful politicians, they play every advantage.

Nascar is more than cars going around in circles. One has to remember that the cars are going in excess of 180 mph. That requires an extremely athletic individual to hold onto the wheel. In races where the draft plays a role, the driver must be able to place his car just under the car in front of him in order to use the draft to gain more speed. In races where it is difficult to pass, the driver must attempt to cause the car in front of him to "get loose" meaning he has to position himself so close to the car in front of him that he steals the air, causing that car to wobble and allowing him to pass. In other situations, a simple bump can startle a driver or slow him enough to get by. The driver has to be able to see a hole where their isn't one, and make a dive for that hole to get the win.

This all takes skills beyond my comprehension. This of couse says nothing about the skills of the pit crew. How they can service, gas, and change tires on a car in 14 seconds is remarkable.

I was an honorary pit crew member at a race several years ago, where I saw, up close the work each guy puts into a pit stop. They are constantly moving, preparing for the next stop, and during the stop every guy has his place, and job. If they work together well, their performance is smooth like butter, but if one guy falters, the whole team misses a step. It is a precise dance that lasts mere seconds, but could mean the win in a race.

The race isn't all on the ground either. Precise calculations are made throughout the race to determine if fuel mileage will beat the driver. Fingers are crossed that the guys in the shop did their jobs, to ensure a speedy car and a ramped up engine. Ingenuity is key, the builder has to pull more power from an engine without varying from the regulated specifications, this takes skill, knowledge, ingenuity and luck. Some have it, some don't. Spotters perch on high ground so they can guide their man to the start-finish line with no, or minimal damages.

Then there is the thrill, there is no other sport like it. It isn't for everyone, but it is for me.

Oh yeah, did I mention the beer?

posted at the Beltway Traffic Jam

I've been tagged!

My first meme tag comes from Harvey at Bad Example, and so here goes:

You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be? The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy (wait, that is really five books hmmm. Is it ok if they are bound in one version?)

Have you ever had a crush on a fictional Character? When I was a young-un, I had a crush on a character from the book "Tiger Eyes" by Judy Blume . . .

The last book you bought is? Ann Coulter's "How to Talk To A Liberal"

The last book you read? Does it count if the book is from work? If so, the last book I read was a treatise on Products Liability. If not then, sadly, the last book I read was "Eight Silly Monkeys", to my son, last night.


What are you currently reading? I am currently reading "Good to Great . . . " for a marketing presentation. Blahhh.

Five books I would take to a deserted island. My Aphra Behn anthology, because her writing is a wonder.

"The Complete Idiot's Guide to Surviving Anything", because I'd need some basic skills, and its big, so it will burn nice on a cold night . . .

The Bible - because I have always had it with me.

"William Shakespeare: The Complete Works, Deluxe Edition" because if I was alone, I could act out five part plays in my spare time, and read myself sonnets . . .
And lastly, "Goodnight Moon" because it would remind me of my baby and because it was and is my favorite children's book.

Who are you going to pass this stick to (3 persons) and Why?

FrankL at Manic Viking because he has lost the love over the weekend ;)

Phin of Phin's Blog because it might be interesting to see what a fish reads . . .

and Ogre at Ogre's View because he is feeling a bit under the weather and there is nothing like a good meme to get you back on yer feet!

It's My Party!

Yesterday was my birthday and I'm 29 ;). I apparently share my day with the Confederate Yankee, tell him happy birthday, go now!

Anyway, so, it was my birthday and my momma asked me what I wanted. Of course, I wanted what I get every year from her (and she knew it) that is a traditional Korean birthday dinner. Here is what I got:

Mandoo--Korean dumplings (for luck)
Chap Chae--A Korean rice noodle dish with veggies and beef (noodles are eaten for long life)
Eggrolls-not Korean, but yummy
Seaweed Soup--for health
sushi rolls--Korean style has no fish
bulgogi --Korean BBQ Beef
And roast beef (cause it is my better-half's favorite dish!)

Oh yes, and an Almond Birthday Cake. Yum!

Both my son and nephew had birthdays last week, so it was also the day to celebrate their birthdays. My nephew wanted to open all his presents right away, but me, being the mean one, told him they were really my presents because it was my birthday. Well, he cried for an hour until I gave in and gave him a present.

My son, got so many things, and he was completely overwhelmed (only 5 presents but to a two year-old it is the jackpot!)

Every year, someone forgets its my birthday. This year, it was the better half. See better-half had already given me my gift (a Dyson vacuum which I asked for) last week, so when yesterday (my actual birthday) came along, well, I didn't get a "Happy Birthday" until well into the afternoon. It is going to take some time for better-half to be back on my good side ;)

It is ok though, because my son had a good time singing happy birthday to me, over and over and over and over . . .

Oh, and I learned something at my party, the word for Happy and for High are close in sounds, and my poor Aunt thought my dad was saying that he was High, until my mom explained he was really saying he was happy. ;)

Mensa Word Contest

The Washington Post had this fun contest to develop new words and definitions, see how well you do. (Sorry, don't have a direct link from this one as I lifted it out of an email . . . )

1. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.

2. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.

3. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows>little sign of breaking down in the near future.

4. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.

5. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.

6. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

7. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.

8. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

9. Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.

10. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extracredit.)

11. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off these bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.

12. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.

13. Glibido: All talk and no action.

14. Dopeler effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.

15. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.

16. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.

17. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.

18. Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole.

So, how about it? What word can you come up with??

Posted at basil's Monday Lunch

Carnival of the Recipes #30

The newest installment of Carnival of the Recipes is over at Pamibe and Pam did a wonderful job! Check out some yummy goodies and each site you find a goodie at because I guarantee you'll love what you find!

I am a drumstick

Got this quiz over at Boudicca's Voice who got it from Pam at CampHappyBadFun it tells me basically that I am a lunatic, but hey, I already knew that!

You are a drumstick.

Absolutely insane. That is how most would describe you. You aren't afraid to take risks, and enjoy putting yourself in strange situations. Most people hang out with you because of your hilarious sense of humour. You light up any bad situation, and can help all of your friends with their problems, except for your own. Because of this, you enjoy being around people like you. Many shut you out for your very weird, random personality, but honestly, you shouldn't care.

Most compatible with: Guitar, and another drumstick.

Click here -- What Random Object Represents Your Inner Self?

posted at basil's Friday
Breakfast

Green Stuff

As a child, my favorite part of Sunday dinner at Grandma's was Green Stuff. We didn't have a Sunday dinner without it. It was wonderful, and I still make it for Sunday dinner now. Of course, it is really Pistachio Pudding Salad, but as it is green, it is green stuff.

Ingredients:

1 box Pistachio Jello Pudding
1 container Cool Whip
1 large can crushed pineapple, drained
3 cups miniature marshmallows

Mix it all together well (the pineapple causes the marshmallows to dissolve, yum) and serve. Chill until ready to serve and put any leftovers in the fridge for later ;)

Things I love

I am full of love today. Why you ask? Well, today is my son's second birthday. We have been singing "Happy Birthday" all morning. So, it is a happy day because it was the day he was born! That said, I wanted to post, in honor of my son's birthday, about the things I love. Let's begin with the obvious:

I love my family. My better-half, my baby boy, my goofy sister, my hilarious daddy, my mom who speaks with broken English but can take a joke when we rib her about it, my pets and everyone else in my family (usually.)

I love God, for giving me such a wonderful family to be a part of.

I love the outdoors. I went on a month-long cross-country camping trip with my better-half that we simply divine. I urge you all to try a little camping!

I love to fish. I do, I love it.

I love Nascar. I'm going to Bristol in three weeks and can finally add Tennessee to my "where have you been" post.

I love food. I am married to a chef, so food is big at our house.

I love music, all kinds. So does my little guy. I bought him a keyboard and a bongo drum for his birthday and he is thrilled.

I love orchids. I know, I'm a geek. I love them. Every shape and size of them. Here is a pic of one of my babies taken last year.

I love Pennsylvania, except for that demojerk of a governor and Philadelphia & Pittsburgh politics in general, it is a wonderful state to live in. We get all four wonderful seasons, and we have beautiful country here.

I love animals, all kinds. I like to eat them too ;) and finally,

I love meeting new friends out here in the blogosphere! You are really great and talented. Thanks for dropping in and saying hello or leaving comments even on my weirdest posts :)

Enough, what do you love?

Posted at basil's lunch
special and at the Beltway Traffic Jam

Speed much?

Ok, ok, so I am a speed demon and I freely admit it. I live 38 miles door to door from my office and it takes me roughly 40 minutes to get to work (and an additional 10 with traffic.) That means I regularly travel in excess of the speed limit. I normally do not worry because here in PA, to get trapped for speeding, the cop has to be in a stationary position in order to laser you, and I can usually see them before they see me. Not so in other states as I had apparently forgotten until yesterday.

I was in Ohio where the kindly police folk can laser you or they can tag you while they are on the move. Go figure! Anyway, I had to tell myself outloud every ten minutes or so that I could not speed because I was in Ohio. I got two dirty looks from rollin cops and one quick light flash to alert me to the fact that I was speeding but that they would let it go for now. Arghh!

See, I have a driver superiority complex. I know I am a good driver usually. I speed but that seemingly is my only real driving problem. Usually. I learned to drive at 11 in a pickup we used on the farm. My pops is a professional driver and taught me to look out for certain things people do on the road. I can usually spot a clueless driver before they even do whatever clueless thing it is that they are going to do. Alas, I must admit that on occassion I have been known to be an aggressive driver. I know I am one of those a-holes that cut you off, but you probably deserved it. Anyway, I am sorry, for that. But as I said, I am usually a good driver. But speeding, well, that is my downfall. I set the cruise to keep from speeding and usually get angry with the cruise cause it is making me slow down, go figure.

I vow to try harder on the way home from work today (since I blew it on the way in).

But let me just tell you, tickets -- damn they are expensive!

What slavery where?

Ok, so the mainstream media hasn't cared a lick about this, mostly because our country's so-called civil rights leaders care more about reparations for slavery from 150 years ago (wherein the money wouldn't go to decendants of slaves but rather "civil rights organizations", but I digress).

The government of Niger was set to hold a "free-slave" event where 7,000 slaves were going to be set free. At the last minute, Niger cancelled the event. Niger's official comment for why the event (co-sponsered by the government) was being cancelled? There is no such thing as slavery!, it doesn't exist!

Well, I am sure that this is news to the over 43,000 people enslaved by other Africans in Niger today who are subjected to rape, torture and abuse daily. And I am sure that it is news to the slaves freed as recently as December 2003 in a similar ceremony.

It is a shame that the world doesn't take notice of these kinds of things. We are too busy turning a blind eye to the raping and pillaging of those less fortunate, by those sent to help (UN!!!). We are too busy trying to rape corporations here in the U.S. for things some of their predecessors may have done during slavery here, we are too busy crying foul when we feel oppressed by a banana eating cop .

Look to be perfectly honest, as is clear by Niger's refusal to admit to slavery, the sad fact is that it exists. No, slavery didn't only exist here in the Western World 150 years ago, it existed elsewhere and continues to. In fact, my family and other Koreans like them were enslaved by the Japanese for 50 years during which time, they could not speak their language or observe their traditions. During which time, whole families were uprooted by the Japanese government and sent to a locale off Siberia to mine gold. They still live there today.

The U.S., evil as we are portrayed, isn't the only country to be disgraced by slavery, but it is history here. Not so in Niger. Where's the outrage hmmm?

Posted at the Beltway Traffic
Jam

Redneck pic of the day

Actually, I am thinking that this qualifies for Beth's White Trash Wednesday instead :)

Sledding

I decided to take time away from working on the weekends (yes, I do that on occassion) to teach my young son the art of sled-ridding. I am not a novice at this as I have taught a few young people in my day, my two cousins currently serving in the U.S. Navy, their sister, my sister and some of the neighborhood dogs, I digress.

We were blessed with two things this weekend that made me decide to break out the sledding contraptions:

1. Snow; 2. Sunshine.

I know, snow and sun means melt, but we got about 5 inches so it took a bit to melt. Anyway, It was sunny and in the high 40's and time to sled. Now, mind you, my son is not-quite two and well, I am no spring chicken so the sledding was comical. My son had this to say:

"Push!"
"Go, Go, Go!"
"Again! Again!"
"Noooooo!" (when told that it was time to go inside).

The education in sledding was a success. I taught the boy to bank, to push off, to lean in, and to roll away when too close to the apple tree. He did wonderfully. The boy had a blast, the better half smiled much, and I took pictures to embarrass the boy with later . . . Fun was had by all, and the best part? I didn't work this weekend!

Hands Free

Redneck photo of the day!

Out of the Mouths of Babes

I thought I would do a “hooray it’s Friday” post today but instead, indulge me, I am going to do a little mommy “parent” blogging.

My son is not quite two. His official 2-Day is next week. He doesn’t know that but suspects something is up since I keep saying “your birthday is coming, to which he responds by breaking into song “hoppy birdday to oooo.”

He talks beyond his age, albeit with a sweet little baby slang, and is always the independent one. So after work when I tried to help him with his dinner, he loudly pronounced “I do it!” (He can’t say “me” for some reason so he has moved straight to “I”). He did a great job eating his Kielbasa and Kraut too (or "Big Dogs with stuff" as he calls it). Oh ya, he only eats big people food like vegetables, refuses little people food like Hot Dogs unless I eat it too, go figure.

So my little independent one ate his food, and it was jammy time. Again, I got the “I do it!” as he dutifully put his jammy pants on backwards, but insisted they stay that way. Off to bed he went. Now, as my boy isn’t quite two, I don’t want to let go of that sweet baby I held in may arms everyday (they ache without him), but it seems he wants to go quickly. Dejected, I headed to bed myself.

Well, out of a dead sleep, my not-quite two year old woke me. For some odd reason, I was dreaming of pool chemicals and opening my pool (its 9 degrees here right now). Anyway, he woke me (the clock said 12:45) to say “mommy I wuv ooo, move over” I of course obliged, how could I not, the kid is cute as a button! He snuggled in and said “dweam candy kay mom?” Awe. . . he knows I always tell him “sweet dreams,” apparently for him sweet equates with candy. It seems he doesn’t yet want to grow up completely, he still needs his mommy parent, all is good in my world again!

Oh yeah, HOORAY ITS FRIDAY!

New Carnival of the Recipes

The new carnival is up at Rocket Jones and he has interesting short stories/film lines imbedded in which are this weeks recipes. Go check it out!. While you are here, check me out . . . no not like that, get your mind out of the gutter ;)

It's the towel B-tch!

Inspired by Christina at Feisty Repartee, and because I would rather blog than work, I thought I would muse for a moment about my mom who is a naturalized citizen from Korea. See my wonderful emo (aunt) is coming from Korea next week. It should be funny because she speaks no English and my mom, speaks quite her own brand. Don't get me wrong, I give props to my mom cause she came here, spoke no English and learned so people can understand her, but it is still comical to walk into a Dairy Queen and have my mom order a "Brizzald" instead of a Blizzard, or for her to say something completely off the wall, and otherwise insulting and then to look at me and say "what'd I say?, you know I don't speak English so good!" So I was thinking for a moment about how the months will go by:

my mom: Have a "sit" by that towel "b-tch"

my emo: Ehh?

me: She said have a seat by the beach towel.

my emo: Ehh?

my mom: translation in Korean

ladies: Ha ha ha. . .

my mom: What want you full "runch" "radies?"

my emo: Ehh?

me: She said what do you want for lunch ladies?

my emo: Ehh?

my mom: translation in Korean

ladies: Ha ha ha . . .

my mom: (points at me) rawyel in pittsbulgel.

my emo: Ehh?

me: She said I am a lawyer in Pittsburgh.

my emo: Ehh?

my mom: Translation in Korean

ladies: Ha Ha Ha . . .

Since my emo is staying for several months, this should pretty much be how the months go with the occassional:

I am wondering if I will be able to get through this in one piece, not just that, but my 2-year old is learning to speak so my hope is that he doesn't start speaking in broken english, not that it wouldn't be damn cute though . . .

Posted at the Beltway Traffic
Jam

St. Paddy's day Toast

For this weeks recipe I thought I'd go a bit on the alchie side with a little St. Paddy's day mixer

3/4 oz green creme de menthe
3/4 oz Green Chartreuse( (an herbal liqueur)
3/4 oz Irish Whiskey
1 dash bitters
Stir all ingredients with ice, strain into a cocktail glass, and serve. Yummy!

I love it when . . .

I love it when I have been blogrolled somewhere, it means that someone, somewhere has read something I have to say. It is a thrilling experience really. So, when I recently discovered that I had been blogrolled by Frank at ManicViking and by the Babaganoosh at Mitsurgi's Babaganoosh I was very excited! (Anyone named after the wonderful creation that is babaganoosh is good in my book). I've also been blogrolled by Ogre at Ogre'sview and Phin at Phin's Blog. I read these guys everyday so it is nice to know they read me too!

I am on the Alliance Blogroll so I show up at other places here and again, but it is fun to see someone actually blogroll you! It is also an honor! Thanks guys!

What Flavour Are You?

Tagged this one from Ogre this a.m. The quiz asks what flavor am I? Well I am:

Hot hot! I am Curry Flavoured. I have a spicy personality. If you can take the heat, you'll love me, if not, I'll probably make you cry. I am not for the faint-hearted. What Flavour Are You?

I am Chocolate Flavoured. I am sweet and a little bit naughty. I am one of the few clinically proven aphrodisiacs. Sometimes I can seem a little hard, but show warmth and I soon melt. What Flavour Are You?

Hmm. Interesting, two of my favorite things. What Flavor Are You??

Isn't it Ironic?

Drudge had a post yesterday in which a woman who helped establish the Million Mom March was arrested on illegal gun charges stemming from a drive-by shooting investigation.

LaShawn Barber posts about a report wherein an activist mother who has been getting in the business of other non-minority parents who pulled their kids from schools with a majority illegal immigrant population has recently pulled her children from the school as well, typical liberal, when it comes down to it, your really only in it for yourself!

And Newsmax reports that KKK Byrd likens the GOP to Hitler because they want to invoke the "nuclear option" to force full Senate votes for judicial nominees. He says it is the majority's way of stepping on the rights of the minority. That is really rich, seeing as it was KKK Byrd and his cronie Al Gore, Sr. who filibustered the Civil Rights Act. Can't get more steppy on the minority than that!

Isn't it ironic that Bush's charge to free the peoples of the Middle East is paying off despite the claptrap from the left? The people in the Middle East actually want democracy (See recent protests in Lebanon and Iran) and we have proven in Iraq that it can be attained!

Also, the Supreme Court, charged under the Constitution with interpreting laws to make sure they conform with the Constitution, has ruled that minors cannot be executed. This of course, is ironic as the Constitution protects a state's right to punish its constituents in the manner it deems appropriate. This is simply one more step in federalizing the entire country, something the Constitution was created specifically to avoid!

And lastly, the country songstress Carrie Underwood on American Idol sang Piece of My Heart last night. The judges said you can't countrify Janis Joplin, but ironically, the version sang by Ms. Underwood last evening was the version which hit the country charts at number one many moon ago by none other than superstar Faith Hill! Now, since the washed-up judges on AI clearly have no idea what they are talking about, they need a music class somewhere. Ms. Underwood did Faith's version justice and while I love Janis, not even Melissa Etheridge and Joss Stone, can adequately present Janis, so any attempt has to be modified greatly!

Further ironies: A man was tasered in a Chuck E. Cheese in Colorado for taking food from a salad bar without producing payment (having gone to Chuck E. Cheese at least once every two weeks for several months, I can tell you, you don't get a plate for the salad bar unless you pay!). (hat tip Drudge) According to an eye witness, the man was physically battered by police and then tasered in front of an entire restaurant of children, including his own! His children were then left to fend for themselves in the restaurant until a relative could get them. I smell a lawsuit, endangering children, physical battery, false accusations, embarrassment ooh the list is long! Oh, the local paper adds this, the man was black and the police department has been accused of using excessive force in the past. Two sides to every story, I wonder how this will play out . . .

In another Drudge post, China calls for global and multinational controls on the internet because the U.S. is "wah" monopolizing the internet. Chinese Ambassador Sha Zukang told a UN conference that

"controls should be multilateral, transparent and democratic, with the full involvement of governments, the private sector, civil society and international organizations."

Posted at the Beltway Traffic
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Redneck Picture of the Day

Where's the door?

Feeling under the weather

Did you ever notice that you tend to feel under the weather when the weather is bad out? Coincidence, I think not! Today we are on day two of our snowstorm and I couldn't feel worse. Ate crackers on the way to work so I wouldn't get sick. And yes, I went to work. Some miserable bastard from work made me sick, so I am going to pass on the favor.

Speaking of weather, the forecasters forecasted around 10 inches of snow here in "Picksburg" they were wrong. 2-5 maybe but 10, no way.

Speaking of Pittsburgh, we are the City of bridges. We have more bridges and tunnels in and around our fine city than any other.

Speaking of tunnels, did you ever get that creepy feeling inside a tunnel that the walls were going to cave in? Well, here in Pittsburgh, one tunnel is doing just that!

Speaking of creepy feelings, while watching American Idol last night, I got the creepy feeling that Mario Vasquez really is Fez;

Speaking of Fez, I don't watch That 70's Show anymore, it bores me, but I am totally into Lost.

Speaking of Lost, one of the men is going to die in the season finale, but we do not know which one!

Ok, I am done speaking of. . . I am going to leave early and go home to bed.

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