Saturday, July 29, 2006
This chaps my ass! Our enemies don't have to invade us. Hell we're shooting each other.
Six shot, one killed at Seattle Jewish center
Haq got past security at the building and shouted, "I'm a Muslim American; I'm angry at Israel," before he began shooting.Yeah, that makes a lot of sense, about as much as me shooting you because my cable guy didn't show up. If you're mad at them, go to their country and shoot them. Regardless of each person's ethnic background all these people, shooter and victims alike, are US citizens.
Don't pull that "foreigner" crap on me either. I've got German, Irish, English and Cherokee blood that I know of. Does that mean that I should shout "Heil Hitler" while taking scalps and then dance an Irish jig whenever someone pisses me off?
God, I had idiots and bullies! This asshat combines the worst of the two, shooting a bunch of unarmed women (one of whom is pregnant) makes him a real he-man doesn't it?
Make your mind up. Are you an American or not? If you want to be from somewhere else then pack your shit and go where ever that is and leave the rest of us alone.
Friday, July 28, 2006
Luckily I have lots of reading material. Bookshelves overflowing, books piled on every flat surface and then a few even stacked on the floor! It looks as if I have my own personal library. I buy them both new and used plus I have friends who give me the ones that they've finished. I pass most of the paperbacks on, but the majority of hard covers stay. I read everything; Si/Fi, horror, mystery, history, theology; even romance (the junk food of books) makes it's way onto my reading list once in a while. What I want to read all depends on my mood, just like the music I listen to.
Now it's back to work. Maybe something exciting will happen to post about but don't hold your breath. My life seems to be in a boring stage right now.
Monday, July 24, 2006
When I was a kid I loved those orange push-ups. Now I've found a wonderful low calorie, low fat cheesecake recipe that captures the flavor of them. Just the thing for all this hot weather!!
100 Calorie Low-Fat Orange Dream Cheesecake
Makes: 8 servings
1 HONEY MAID Honey Grahams, crushed (about 3 Tbsp.)
2/3 cup boiling water
1 pkg. (4-serving size) JELL-O Brand Orange Flavor Sugar Free Low Calorie Gelatin
1 cup BREAKSTONE'S or KNUDSEN Low Fat Cottage Cheese
1 tub (8 oz.) PHILADELPHIA Fat Free Cream Cheese
2 cups thawed COOL WHIP FREE Whipped Topping
SPRINKLE crumbs onto bottom of 8- or 9-inch springform pan or 9-inch pie plate sprayed with cooking spray. STIR boiling water into gelatin in large bowl at least 2 min. until gelatin is completely dissolved. Cool 5 min. Pour into blender container. Add cheeses; cover. Blend on medium speed until well blended, stopping occasionally to scrape down side of blender container; pour into large bowl. ADD whipped topping; stir gently until well blended. Pour into prepared pan; smooth top with spatula. Refrigerate 4 hours or until set. Remove side of pan just before serving. Store leftover cheesecake in refrigerator.
NUTRITION INFORMATION Nutrition Bonus: You're sure to love the creamy orange flavor of this low-fat low-cholesterol cheesecake. As a bonus, the fat free cream cheese is a good source of calcium.
Diet Exchange: 1 Starch,1 Meat (VL) Nutrition (per serving) Calories 100 Total fat 2g Saturated fat 1.5g Cholesterol 10mg Sodium 330mg Carbohydrate 11g Dietary fiber 0g Sugars 5g Protein 8g Vitamin A 10%DV Vitamin C 0%DV Calcium 15%DV Iron 0%DV
Anyone who knows me knows how I feel about Bush and everything he stands for (in case you're new here, it ain't good nor pretty). Regardless of my Dubya hatred or what I think about the war, I have the greatest respect and admiration for our troops.
Our armed forces put their lives on the line to defend our freedoms. As much as we like to bitch and moan about how things are, these fine men and women go out and make sure we have to right to pitch hissy fits and talk trash about the government any time we want too.
They don't choose where they go or what they do, our so-called fearless leaders do that. That's why the following email hit so close to home. I have friends and friends-of-friends in the service, I know how awful their lives are going right now and I wish all of them could come home tonight. But until that happens, I plan to give them all the support I can. Now I gotta go look for me a new red outfit.
*Last week I was in Atlanta, Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen.
Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camo's, as they began heading to their gate everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering. When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families.
Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal. Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men and women a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old, ran up to one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said "hi," the little girl then she asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her. The young soldier, he didn't look any older than maybe 22, said he would try and what did she want to give to her daddy. Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.
The mother of the little girl, who said her daughters name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter, Courtney, missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up.
When this emporarily single mom was done explaining her situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military looking walkie-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it.
After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, "I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you." He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying "your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon."
The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event unfolded. As the soldiers began to leave,
heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause.
As I stood there applauding and looked around, there were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness, turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek.
We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it's good to be an American.
Red Friday---Just keeping you "in the loop" so you'll know what's going on in case this takes off.
RED FRIDAYS ----- Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the "silent majority". We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for our country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or over-bearing. We get no media coverage on TV, to reflect our message or our opinions.
Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops. Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that:
Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar will wear something red.
By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers.
If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, co-workers, friends, and family. It will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once "silent" majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on.
The first thing a soldier says when asked "What can we do to make things better for you?" is...We need your support and your prayers. Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example; and wear something red every Friday.
IT IS YOUR CHOICE. WE LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE FREE
ONLY BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE
THEIR BLOOD RUNS RED
---- SO WEAR RED! ---
Sunday, July 23, 2006
OK, you've heard me bitch about trying to diet. Now it's y'alls turn to help out a fellow blogger in her war against jiggling thighs, bubble butt and high blood sugar. Stu Savory has already given his hints for losing weight and now it's your turn.
Tell me your favorite recipe suitable for cutting back on fats and/or calories . Anything suited to summertime and hot weather is a plus. I know lots of y'all are excellent cooks and I want the benefit of your wisdom and experience. Use the comments, post on your site and tell me about it or shoot me an email. Who knows, we might even get enough to write our own cookbook!!
Fess up and help a gal out.
I thought that having a big ol' juicy ass was in fashion. Else why all the talk on TV and in the magazines about JoLo's booty and song lyrics like:
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up front
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got
Make Me so horny
On the Tyra Banks's show the other day they were talking about a recent survey of hundreds of men asking the question: "If you had to choose, which would you prefer; a woman with a small boobs and a big butt or one with big boobs and a small butt?" Over 90% of the men chose small boobs and a big butt!!! See, I'm in fashion, except I've got boobs, brains and a butt. The best of all worlds, if only I could get Dr. Dupper to agree.
I've been trying to eat a little healthier cause Dr. Dupper is scaring me to death with all her talk of BMIs, diabetes and heart attacks. So I'm brown-bagging lunch to work and doing fairly well except that every once in a while I get a craving. The thought of a prime piece of rare steak, something sweet, even just a couple of French-fries will hit and my mouth starts to water. Once I get that taste in my mouth nothing else will do. I figure it's better to indulge in a little bit of sinfully good food instead of eating 3000 calories worth of salad trying to be good.
But the guys here at work are bird-dogging me! It's become a case of "Do what I say, not what I do". I made the mistake of letting them know that I'm trying to cut back, so if I nibble on a cookie the next thing I know I've got an overweight, beer-gutted redneck who has to tie his shoes before he zips his pants, holding a honey bun in one hand and a 20 ounce Pepsi in the other breathing down my neck grunting about "You're not supposed to eat that". Even if I'm being good, they come by and lean over my plate until I'm worried about them shedding nose hairs on my food while asking "What the hell is that?"
I tell you, it's almost enough to make me lose my appetite (actually this would probably be a good thing guaranteed to make me lose weight, but I've got a cast iron stomach).
Naw, the guys are just trying to be supportive but it's still frustrating as hell! I want me a double cheeseburger and a large fry. Prime rib with a baked potato loaded with butter and sour cream. I sit here poking at my salad while my stomach growls because the smell of cooking bacon and eggs in the break room is wandering down the hall and right into the craving area of my brain.
OK, I'm gonna quit whining now, the more I talk about food the hungrier I get. How many calories if I just chew on my pencil?
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Thursday, July 20, 2006
First I visited Young and Healthy Skin to have a few stray hairs removed via laser. This was the first time I've ever visited any kind of skin care clinic and I didn't know what to expect. Having a laser burn off body parts sounded painful but I was pleasantly surprised when the whole experience was so relaxing. I lay on a vibrating massage table wearing goggles while the technician zapped the errant fuzz. It didn’t hurt (thank goodness) but felt like someone snapping me with a rubber band. Getting my tattoo hurt tons more! The worst part was the stink of burning hair and not being able to see what was going on. Wearing those goggles was like wearing a blindfold for my execution. Afterward, I was a little pink but it was gone in a few hours. I may have to check out some of their other services; I need all the help I can get now-a-days.
Then I went with Karen to get her mammogram. No one likes having their titties squished in that torture device but it's a necessary evil. Men are so lucky not to have to endure anything that. Guys, imagine having your dangly bits put in a vice with a sadistic wench turning the screw!
Then it's on to traffic court with Karen to hold her hand while we see about paying her very first ticket. 50 years old, she's got her very first ticket and her maiden visit to court. She was a nervous wreck! You would have thought she was going to her own execution by the way she acted, but all she got was traffic school at a cost $100 and nothing showing on her driving record. At least her auto insurance won't go up.
Now I'm gonna kick back and take it easy. It's back to work tomorrow night and I want to enjoy my last night of freedom. I haven't been on line much, for some reason my 'puter has been really slow and locking up. I'll visit y'all tomorrow from work where I have high speed access on the company time.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
---- I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising. I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour. But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over.
--- Reporters interviewing a 104-year-old woman: "And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?" the reporter asked. She simply replied, "No peer pressure."
--- The nice thing about being senile is you can hide your own Easter eggs.
--- Just before the funeral services, the undertaker came up to the very elderly widow and asked, "How old was your husband?" "98," she replied. "Two years older than me." "So you're 96," the undertaker commented. She responded, "Hardly worth going home, is it?
--- I've sure gotten old.! I've had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees. Fought prostate cancer and diabetes. I'm half blind, can't hear anything quieter than a jet engine, take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts. Have bouts with dementia. Have poor circulation; hardly feel my hands and feet anymore. Can't remember if I'm 85 or 92. Have lost all my friends. But, thank God, I still have my driver's license
--- An elderly woman decided to prepare her will and told her preacher she had two final requests. First, she wanted to
be cremated, and second, she wanted her ashes scattered over Walmart. "Walmart?" the preacher exclaimed. "Why Walmart?" "Then I'll be sure my daughters visit me twice a week."
---My memory's not as sharp as it used to be. Also, my memory's not as sharp as it used to be.
--- Know how to prevent sagging? Just eat till the wrinkles fill out.
---I'm getting into swing dancing. Not on purpose. Some
parts of my body are just prone to swinging.
---It's scary when you start making the same noises as your coffee maker
---These days about half the stuff in my shopping cart says, "For fast relief."
---Don't think of it as getting hot flashes. Think of it as your inner child playing with matches.
---Don't let aging get you down. It's too hard to get back up.!
--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old, You grow old because you stop laughing.
- --THE SENILITY PRAYER : Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
The other night one of my girlfriends and I were planning to go watch a movie, but her husband pitched a screaming fit. She told him our plans the day before, hoping he would be mellow about it but no dice. He claimed that the only reason for two women to go out after dark was to screw around with other men! It's not the first time; he says the same thing even if we go shopping at the mall in the daytime.
It's not just the one friend with that type of marriage either. I have another married friend who's only allowed out of the house to pay bills (carrying just enough cash to cover them, her husband won't put her name on the checking account). She's not even allowed to have female friends visit her home unless he's there to supervise. What is it that we're supposed to be doing in her own home? One of our other female friends gave her a pair of earrings and her loving husband called her a whore, saying that the only person who would give her a gift was a lover.
Both of these guys say that women have no business being outside the home. That "decent women" should stay in the house and do "their job" and nothing else. No social life, no outside job, no interaction with outsiders, no hobbies, no visitors; women are supposed to just spend their entire adult lives waiting on their husbands and catering to their every whim.
What is it with some men, making them automatically assume that the only thing women are interested in is having sex with whatever man is available? Do they honestly think that women can't enjoy just being around each other without hunting down some poor man and tackling his sorry ass? Granted, some women go out on the prowl on their "girls' night out", but all of us are not constantly on the make. There are actually females who enjoy each other’s company without a man around to validate us. Besides, if I wanted to pick up a man why would I carry compition with me?
I would say that the husbands worry because I'm single and apt to "lead their wives astray" but these macho he-men act the same way regardless of who or where their wives are going, even if it's with their own mothers! Besides, we're all in our 40s and 50s. It's not like we’re models or young hard-bodies that have men falling all over us!
People wonder why I have no interest in getting married. All I have to do is look at the relationships around me and single life looks better and better.......
Thursday, July 13, 2006
The company fed us lunch today as a kinda "thank you" (never mind what for). When I opened the plate I found an 8 ounce T-bone steak, a monster-sized baked potato loaded with butter and sour cream, and a fried apple pie.
I know I didn't need all that but hey, it's free. Free means that the calories don't count! Right? Of course that's right!
I really need to get out and walk off some of this food, but I'm a prisioner here at this computer. The typical after-effects of a big meal are kicking in. You know the ones I'm talking about, the urge to take a nap while some of the excess food get digested.
I sure hope that the bosses stay gone for a while, I think I've got pie in my eyes.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
No getting up at 3:30 AM! No gently attempting to stuff my poor injured foot into a shoe while only half awake. Time to hang out with friends and maybe have a libation or three.
Hell, if I drink enough I may dance naked in the moonlight!
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
This morning my entire left foot is swollen (or "swolt" as Karen's son says) and tender and my shoe is killing me. Unfortunately I'm at work and going barefoot is not an option. I guess I got too frisky too soon, but dang it I need to get some exercise.
I'm not used to being a cripple, hobbling around like Chester off of Gun Smoke (how many of you are old enough to remember that Dillon's assistant/deputy was at first Chester Goode, played by Dennis Weaver before Festus Haggen, played by Ken Curtis?).
The guys here at work are calling me "Chicken Foot" again!
Seems like I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. With the blisters on my palms and my "chicken foot", I feel like I've got hoof and mouth disease. Good thing I'm not a horse, someone would have already shot me!
In all those old westerns they always gave the victim a good stiff drink for the pain. Someone pass the whiskey please.......
Monday, July 10, 2006
There's a website called "Virtual Model" where you can make a clone of yourself FOR FREE. The left is me now, and the right is me if I manage to lose the weight that I want by the end of the year. I'm taking it slow, I'd love to be even smaller but that's a drop of 50 pounds and I'm being realistic here.
Sometimes it helps to see yourself from a different perspective. I know that when I look in a mirror I tend to focus on what I perceive as my flaws. With this model it's easier to see yourself as others do. I don't search for wrinkles or cellulite or grey hair when I look at my model. And the before and after picture (use the Prevention.com link, it has a weight loss model) helps you be realistic about what you should weigh. If you type in a too-small number you turn into a stick woman.
Just though y'all might want to go and play with the models. You get to dress them different, too.
Sorry I haven't posted in a few days, I've spent all weekend trying to whip the yard into shape. I've mowed and trimmed and used a pole saw (See the picture at the right if you're lucky enough to have not ever heard of a pole saw). I didn't get all my trees trimmed, but I've got big blisters on the palms of both hands and a huge brush pile started, so I quit for now. I love my trees, but it gets to be a hassle keeping them trimmed and all the windfalls picked up.
I did manage to slip away long enough yesterday to go see Pirates of the Caribbean 2-Dead Man's Chest. I know he's a little freaky, but Johnny Depp just does something for me! Not only is he a good-old boy from Kentucky,he made all the girls hearts throb in the role of undercover cop Tommy Hanson in the popular TV series "21 Jump Street" (1987) and has kicked ass in a wide variety of parts every since.
Johnny can come play with my chest anytime!
Hope all y'all had a good weekend!
Friday, July 07, 2006
Thursday, July 06, 2006
First, let me give you a bit of history so you can understand my question. All of us girls were active and thus accident prone. We were on a first name basis with the emergency room nurses and the Doctors all knew us as well. Between the 5 of us we had multiple incidents of stitches & broken bones; foreign objects stuck in windpipes, noses & ears; and 2nd & 3rd degree burns (Teresa threw a match in gas, human torch, but a story for another time). For whatever reason, my left side seemed to catch hell most of the time. I'll just hit the highlights or this post would take forever.
When I was 4, I fell while climbing on Dad's pile of scrap metal and broke my left collarbone. I don't really remember it, but Mom claims that’s why my left collarbone sticks out farther than the other.
I was around 12 or 13 when my sister Lana, pissed off for whatever reason, swung at my head with a returnable drink bottle. You remember the ones I'm talking about, real glass, quart size, with a screw-on top and heavy as hell. I blocked the blow with my left hand and she broke my pinkie finger. The darn thing junted out at a 45 degree angle from the bottom knuckle!! At the time, Dad said it was just out of joint, yanked it straight and wrapped it with an Ace Bandage. A week later, the thing's still swollen and purple, so Mom took me to get it x-rayed. Yeah, it was broke. Now it's crooked and has a hump on the inside of the second knuckle. But hey, I can bend it sideways, always a neat party trick and a great ice-breaker with the opposite sex. Men just love those kinda odd-ball things in a woman.
Moving on, age 14. Donna, Ricky Speegle (one of our neighborhood posse) and I were climbing a huge walnut tree in the pasture. I was wearing soft-soled moccasins and it had started to rain. I slipped on the wet bark and fell a long-long way down, landing on my back with my left arm twisted behind me. I must have sunk 4 inches into the ground and was lying across a ditch. It knocked the breath out of me and all I could do is lay there and try to suck some air in my lungs while Donna hung off a branch, looking down at me and yelling "Are You Dead?" When both of them got to the ground and got me up, my hand was on backwards and my arm was turning really interesting colors.
We walked home, I took a bath (couldn't to the hospital with all that mud on me) and on to the emergency room. Not broken, but both wrist and elbow dislocated. The Dr. claimed that the only reason I didn't break my back was because of the mud cushioning my landing. Before the thing healed, I went through 5 casts, what with being thrown in swimming pools, getting hit in the cast by a softball and getting thrown off a horse (several times). For years afterward, every time I used my left hand to pick up anything over a few pounds, my wrist would pop out of joint and someone would have to grab my hand and yank it back in place.
Sweet 16 (now comes the foot part). I was mowing the back yard with a push mower when I hit a large piece of gravel at the edge of the driveway. The mower blade broke in the center, where the bolt goes through it. Half slung out the front and half out the back. That back half got stopped by my foot! I stumbled into the house yelling for Mom, a stream of blood squirting out with every heart beat and my big toe hanging on by a scrap of skin. The cool thing was, the blade hit so hard that it knocked all the feeling out. It didn't hurt; my foot just looked like a prop out of some Slasher/Horror Film (Curse of the Bloody Foot, perhaps?).
Mom, being used to bloodshed and mayhem, calmly wrapped my foot in a bath towel, loaded me in the station wagon and headed to Moulton. Everything was fine until she turned into the emergency room entrance and hit the speed breaker there. The thump caused my foot to slap the floorboard and all those severed nerve endings woke up at one time! The nurses rushed me inside , gave me a wonderful don't-give-a-damn shot, numbed my foot and then I sat up and watched Dr. Willard reattach my toe. He kept up a running commentary the whole time, naming and showing me the tendons and blood vessels as he sewed them back together. It was almost like watching the Discovery Health Channel. I bet not many of you can claim to have actually watched while a part of your body gets sewn back on!
The toe healed, eventually, but it took all summer. I left school for the summer on crutches and started the next term still on crutches. I got blood poisoning (for which they OD'ed me on penicillin, causing me to forever be allergic); slipped on spilled oil in the garage & fell, re-breaking the darn thing, and developed strong arms from hobbling around on those cursed sticks. A summer not being able to motivate is hell for a teenage girl, even if I did have a cute guy visiting on his motorcycle!
NOW……. The 1-ton-frozen-chicken smacked right on top of the tendon (which was cut and sewn back together in the past) that runs from my ankle to the reattached toe. The damned tendon is red, swollen and has a chunk of meat gone.
My left side is jinxed! True, the right has had a few injuries; I'll tell you the story about the ring of scars circling my upper right thigh - left by a flying, shredded beer can sometime. BUT……. What can I do to make the left side of my body less vulnerable? Hell, I'm 50; I don't heal that fast anymore! I refuse sit on the couch, quit doing anything that I want, or wear some kinda padded suit.
Oh well, you gotta die of something. Just make sure my good side is to the front when I'm in the coffin…….
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
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Injured Marine Semper Fi Fund, Wounded Warrior Project, Fisher House (a "home away from home" for families of patients receiving medical care at major military and VA medical centers), and Marine Corps-Law Enforcement Foundation (assistance is primarily rendered to children of Marines or Federal law enforcement personnel who were killed on duty or died under extraordinary circumstances while serving our country at home or abroad) are all organizations that do wonderful things and deserve all the support we can give them. All that and you get a great cookbook, too!
Here's the official website (check out the video while you're there!) and you can buy it locally at Ace Hardware, Airgas Gaspro, Aqua Quip, Do It Best, G.I. Joes, The Andersons, and True Value. Where else can your $10 do so much?
Check out the following links, several of them have sample recipes to try.
*Salt Lake Marine to compete in N.Y. in 'Command of Grill' contest
*Weber Presents "Command of the Grill"
*Decatur Daily "Salute!Steak recipe book by U.S. Marines to help injured comrades, families of those killed in duty"
*Google News Stories "Command of the Grill"
Damn, I wish I had the talent to create things like these. I'm just barely functional with HTML and I'm still learning CSS! It's nice of these wonderful and talented people to let others use their work, and it's FREE!
It has a lot of other options, including a custom doll maker. Go and check them out.
Damn, my doll's white britches don't show up too well, I shoulda put her in jeans.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
BONUS: Green-Eyed Lady has posted her response to the ABC meme and it's a hoot! She's an artist and poet who often works in adult themes, as witnessed by this snippet of her response to being assigned the letter P:
"a Period of adult Potpourri, Punctuated with Potent amounts of Pucker Power but still leaving me Panting for more… ;)"
Y'all go and check out the rest of her meme. The lady has mucho talent.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
One event was called the "Hot Saw" event. The chain saws had been modified to use dirt bike motors and cut through the logs like they were made of butter. When they were cranked the noise was unbelievable and you could hear all the men in the crowd go "OOOOOO"! I can just see some of those Tim "The Tool Man" Taylor wanta-be Rednecks going home and trying to build a hot saw of their very own. Hope the fools don't cut off something they might need some day.
We almost got heat stroke! The temps were pushing 100 and there wasn't a bit of shade in the stands. I had a hard time concentrating on my male ogling because the tickle of big fat drops of sweat (I swear they felt like they were the size of acorns) slowly cruising down the Grand Canyon between my butt cheeks kept distracting me. That and the sweat dripping in my eyes blurred my less than perfect vision. Oh, excuse me, I forgot; women don't sweat, they perspire.
All in all, it was a good day. Good-looking men, good company, nobody fussing or fighting. It's hard to get Donna out; she's a homebody and always comes up with an excuse not to go when invited. Maybe this is the start of something new for her.