Thursday, July 26, 2012

Party, Party, Stay out Late! We're the class of '88!

I thought I'd been stood up!

I flashed back to my BB (Before Blaine) years. You sit there waiting for them to show, then you start to worry,  the waitresses look at you with the "aww bless her heart' look, and you just want to crawl under the table. You finally decide you've waited long enough and you'd like your check and a to-go box.

Tonight, she was late, but she didn't stand me up. My classmate Rhonda and her husband showed up. I immediately knew why she was late. She was toting her THREE WEEK OLD granddaughter with her. Belle was just a doll. She's gorgeous. She slept most of the time. A few times she'd open her eyes and give us the ol' "stink eye." But a real beauty!

We were the only ones who showed for this planning meeting. We'll see how things turn out!

I can't believe that 25 years ago I was getting ready to start my Senior year of high school! I wish I had a picture from then to post. I think I look like a totally different person. I know I feel like one.

If I could sit down and have a little talk with my 17 year old self, I wonder what I'd tell her?

Would I try and convince her that cheetos aren't a food group?
Tell her how important it is that she exercises and moisturizes?
That she shouldn't just go for the first guy that is interested in her?
Definitely that she needs to hug more on her mom and call her more often!
How sometimes no attention from men is better than any attention you can get?
Why to make men respect her at all time and not allow them to behave badly?
Maybe that butter is always better than margarine, but to remember portion control?
Perhaps that alcohol does NOT make you a good singer or a good decision maker?
Most importantly don't marry a man you met on the internet?!??!?!?

All these things would have changed the person I am today. I wouldn't be who I am if I hadn't gone through the things I've experienced. I might not be married to Blaine.

So, I don't think I'd tell her anything. I'd take a couple of photos of the two of us and post them to facebook.


Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Throwing stones, please don't.

I've really been pondering the whole "Chik-fil-a doesn't like gay marriage" explosion.

Since this is my blog, I figure I can type what I want. If you don't like it, "X" out.

That's the thing about our country, to an extent, if you don't like something you don't have to go there, use the product, watch the show, etc.

People (this includes Muppets) who say they will no longer do business with this company due to their stance on marriage, where have you been? This is a company that was founded on traditional Christian beliefs and are closed EVERY Sunday. You thought they were pro-choice and for same-sex marriage before this? Ever go to Hobby Lobby? They're closed on Sundays, wonder what their stance is.

Don't make yourself one of the hateful people that avoids somebody just because what you believe differs. The world needs more love. All this hate will just fester in your heart and make you say and think hateful things. Both sides, need to step back and just let the others live. I say all the gay couples (not to imply there aren't gay Christians) should go to Chik-fil-a and show the love, not the hate. All the Conservative Christians should go to Starbucks, Disney, and Home Depot and show them Christian love. You don't have to buy anything if it hurts, you, but be nice!

To many people are going around this world filled with hate. Quit letting them live rent-free in your heads! The only person you're hurting is you and maybe the people who witness your behavior.

Our place is not to judge, our place is to love. Love the sinner, not the sin.

I'm for people being happy. I'm for staying out of their business. I want them to stay out of mine. Who's to say which biblical sins get laws against them and which don't? Please don't outlaw the Turtle Pecan Blizzard. I know it's evil, but it's good.

I have friends on both sides of every fence ever built. Gay, straight, conservative, liberal, spankers, non-spankers, pro-choice, pro-life, year-round school, give-me-my-summer-vacation, drinkers, abstainers, atheist, agnostic, three-times-a-week (if not more Southern Baptists) the list goes on. Who am I to tell you what you believe is wrong? Why do you get to tell me what's wrong? You want to convince me? Set the example, love me, live the witness. Don't approach me with hate and a refusal to accept my differences, that will turn me off faster than anything.

How I was raised and what I believe are sometimes the same and sometimes different. I want to be allowed to believe what I do without fear of judgement. I just want to be loved. If you want to pray for me, that's awesome, please don't lecture me. At my age, 42, I'm going to do what I want. If you make me uncomfortable, I'm not going to be around you.

I'm don't like discussing politics with people I don't know well. Folks sometimes make assumptions based on whether you vote Democrat or Republican. You're a Democrat? Oh you're a baby-killing, give all the money to the immigrants liberal! You're a Republican? You're a racist, bible-thumping conservative. Please quit judging, IT'S NOT YOUR JOB!

Personally, if you want to marry your pet goat, go for it, as long as the goat is able to voice its consent. Oh, it can't speak? No goat wife for you. Two guys? Two women? One guy, five women? As long as everybody is a consenting adult, not my business. You answer to God, not me.

I have friends that have been with their partners, for years! Longer than most married couples. But when something happens and their partner dies they will have NO rights. They won't be able to make end of life decisions, be allowed in the ICU, because they will not be considered next of kin. What does it hurt for you to allow them the legal courtesies so many take for granted? Why is a same-sex marriage more damaging to family values than people living together? Why do they scare you?

Why not go after the people who've been married seven times and divorced seven times?The people who just live together but opt not to marry? Who are we to pick which sins get legalized. Are there still common law marriages? Why? Let's legalize pot while we're at it and tax the crap out of it! Wouldn't that help the deficit? Oh look! A Squirrel!

What makes somebody believe that they get to dictate how the rest of the world lives? Not everybody believes in the Bible, that's their choice. My choice is to allow them to choose. I'm not a historian, and please don't give me a lesson in the comments, but wasn't this country founded by people seeking religious freedom?

Please don't leave snarky comments, I will delete them. I don't care if you're a relative, a colleague, a friend, or a complete stranger. BE NICE WITH YOUR WORDS!

Whew, I feel better. Please remember to love your neighbor.


Monday, July 23, 2012

Hooker Chicken Recipe

Hooker Chicken

Raw Chicken - however much you wanna eat
Buttermilk - enough to cover the chicken
Flour - good grief I was supposed to measure? uhmm 2 cups?
Egg - 1
Salt - a dash
Sea Salt - sprinkles
Pepper - 4 hard shakes
Honey - a bear full
Pecans - 1 cup (maybe I didn't measure, I hate having to wash the measuring cups)
Bourbon - oh heavens, an ounce, maybe two if you wanna drink one?
Garlic Salt - two shakes out of the can
Stick of Butter - one whole stick, God Bless Paula Deen
Brown sugar - dang, I just grabbed the biggest clump out of the bag. Maybe 1/2 cup?

Cover raw chicken in Buttermilk, save some for the batter (maybe a cup). Soak for at least a couple of hours. I soaked mine for two days. I meant to cook it yesterday and got distracted.

Put the pecans on a cookie sheet, drizzle with honey, sprinkle with sea salt.
Bake at 350, take it out before it burns. (Wish I'd had these instructions)

Melt stick of butter, add shot of bourbon, (check on the pecans) drink a shot of bourbon, two shakes of garlic salt, brown sugar.
Bring to a boil while stirring constantly (check on the pecans!)

Take pecans out of the over before they turn black (dang, I needed this!) Chop up and add to sauce. (Don't forget to turn off the oven!) Let this simmer on LOW. Then turn it off and let it thicken.  (I just looked at mine, now it looks like caramel. I wish I'd left out the garlic salt and it would be delish on some vanilla ice cream!)

Take the chicken out of the the buttermilk. I washed mine and patted it dry. I don't know why, I just did. You can do what you want.

Mix up: 1 egg, 1 cup flour, 1 cup buttermilk, salt and pepper to taste. Mix it up, it should be kinda thick.

Mix up: 1 cup flour and salt, pepper to taste.

I rolled the chicken in the flour, dipped it in the batter, then rolled it in the flour again. I think I saw them do this on the Food Network. If I'm wrong, do it the right way! Don't listen to me, I'm still learning. Keele didn't use batter, I love crunchy fried batter, so I modified, sue me.

I dropped it in my Fry Daddy. Keele used an electric skillet. Do whatever makes you happy. Just get the chicken done, don't get Salmonella or some raw chicken disease! Check on the sauce and stir it.

Let the chicken cool, pour sauce on top, or on the side, it's a personal choice. Serve it up.

I have to warn you the sauce is super sweet, don't go over board until you've taste-tested it. Keele didn't use brown sugar, but it looked good, so in it went! Make it your own recipe, give it a new name. Be a rebel, don't use the measuring cups!


p.s. don't ask me what kind of flour it was, I have no idea.

“Thanks to the interstate highway system, it is now possible to travel from coast to coast without seeing anything.” – Charles Kuralt

I know, I know it's been over a month since I've blogged. My sister is very disappointed in me.

We've been busy!

We went to Las Vegas:
The view from our room in The Cosmopolitan.

Blaine enjoying the pool.

A night view from our balcony. The Bellagio fountains and awesome.

I got all gussied up to go see Dancing With the Stars Live!

Kyle Massey, me and Carson Kressley! I was super excited :D
We visited with my Aunt Patty and Uncle Jim while we were there, I don't get to see them often since they live in California.

After Las Vegas we took a trip to South Carolina with my Aunt Olivia. We went to visit her grandson and granddaughter (my cousins):
We ate at the Glass Onion. Somebody forgot to tell Patrice it was wear your yellow shirt night!

I enjoyed Ruby Falls and the Incline Railway.

Kevin and Nanny, aren't they sweet :)

Blaine enjoyed visiting the Hunley museum.

I loved getting to spend time with Aunt Liv

The Chattanooga Choo-Choo

Patrice is a great sport and let me take pictures.

Our matchy-matchy shirts

Chocolate from Europe makes me happy!

Never heard of it. Tasted weird.

Jack is always hungry.         

 I was lucky to get to spend some quality time with my sister Tanya. We flew to Arizona to visit some of her friends.
Tanya and S.H.E.

The landscape out there is just mind-blowing

I-40 is a lonnnnnnnng road!

Standing on the Corner in Winslow, Arizona.

Getting our kicks on Route 66

Flagstaff is gorgeous.

Roasted Chicken Stuffed Sopapilla at Salsa Brava (Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives visited here)

The view from our deck

Hookers separated at birth.

Sisters, Meteor Crater, Arizona

"But it's a dry heat"

Hooker Chicken
I'm tired, it's been a great summer. It isn't over. I'm planning more fun!