My Stat Counter tells me I’m B-o-r-i-n-g! I’m really not though!
So, after some thought, I decided to look towards making some more friends. I know it sounds crazy, but I am “shopping” for blog friends. Slowly I have watched my stat counter go from a few visits into the near negatives, and boy do my comment sections reflect that. It makes me sort of sad because, though I write mostly for me, I also write to make friends, to have someone read what I write, to have a few comments here and there (my ego likes to be fed a bit).
The way I found some of my blogging friends was simply chance– I pushed the “next blog” button on blogspot.com until I’d find a blog that looked interesting. I also found some friends by visiting the other commenters on blogs I frequented. That’s what I did tonite. I visited some new folks. Perhaps they will stop by and say hello. Maybe I’ll make some new friends!
I appreciate all of you that do stop by regularly, whether you comment or not. I’m glad I haven’t bored the snot out of everyone! I am also glad that I have been able to meet such neat people through my blog! From Japan and Australia to LA! That’s what makes blogging so much fun– making friends!
I stole this Meme from MyFloat and changed it just a bit…
You can press a button that will make any one person explode. What person would this be?
Explode? No one. Disapear? I’d put a few of the world’s leaders on their own little planet.
You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one would it be?
Hmmmm. I respect everyon’e attempt at art. But, the Doodle Bops Piss-Me-Off! Especially the flamboyant blue one.
Who would you really like to just punch in the face?
Wow. Punch. I don’t think I dislike anyone that much. Unless I’m driving. I kind of dislike Naomi Campbell; might be fun to knock her ass out. Break her wee, little nose. She’s just a mean person that goes around hitting people and getting away with it. Perhaps someone should do it to her?
What is your favorite cheese?
Brie. Hands down. I’d eat it all day, everyday.
You can only have one sandwich. Every ingredient is at your disposal. What kind would you make?
Now I’m hungry. I would have a toasted english muffin with cream cheese, ham, provolone, sprouts, oil and vinegar, tomatos, banana peppers, jalapenos, and a bit of green chili. Yummmm!
You have the opportunity to sleep with the celebrity of your choice. We’re talking no-strings-attached sex and it can only be once. Who would it be?
Ok, assuming I’m a single woman (why does this question make me feel guilty?), maybe Brad? Nahhhh, definitely Angelina. No. Ok. Ok. Matthew. Definitely Matthew.
You have the opportunity to sleep with a musician of your choice, who would it be?
I feel guilty answering this again. But Enrique, he is pretty hot.
Now that you have slept with two people in a row, you seem to be having a good day. You now stumble across a $1000 bill. What do you do with it?
I would buy a couple of tickets to Las Vegas for a 3 day weekend with my hubby on our anniversary next month. Oh, I guess I wasn’t married when I slept with those 2 people, huh? Ok, I’d marry Jeremy in Las Vegas with that money.
You just won a ticket to anywhere but you have to leave right now. Where are you going?
Hard question really because I’d only have 1/2 day before I’d have to fly back for work on Monday. So, either the place has to be cool enough that it is worth losing my job over (Europe– but only if we get to have BIG spending bucks too, and it has to be for a month at least) or it has to be somewhere I wouldn’t mind just having a few hours at before I fly back (NY, NY because anything more than a few hours would make me CraZy!).
Upon arriving at the aforementioned location, you get off the plane and discover another $1000 bill. What do you do with it?
Assuming I chose NY, NY– I’d take the kids to FAO Schwartz for a fun Christmas spree.
The devil rises from the pits of hell and offers you a lifetime supply of the drink of your choice, what would it be?
The devil thing is kind of creepy, dude. But if I could only have one drink for free at any bar for my entire future, it would definitely be a Mojito.
Rufus appears out of no where and has a time traveling phone booth. He offers you a trip to any era, where would you visit and what would you do?
Who the hell is Rufus? I guess I would want to visit medieval France. I’d definitely want to be rich and to throw a grand Masquerade ball with enough Brie to choke a horse.
You discover a beautiful island where you decide to build your own society. You make all the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?
No schedules. No more rushing. No time structure. I’m tired of being on time.
You have been given the opportunity to create a 30 minute television show about anything you want. What is it called and what is it about?
“Design Her House”. It is a show about fixing my house up. We’ll start with the master bathroom. A jacuzzi first thing. Then the master bedroom. Mirrors on the ceiling maybe. No, that’s too Elvisy. And I need to get my tubes tied before we do something that kinky. I’m just sayin’.
What is your favorite curse word?
Fucker. I say it alot. When I’m driving.
You wake one night because you hear a strange noise. You turn on the light to find yourself surrounded by mummies. They are just standing there. What do you do?
I’d tell those Fuckers to get to work. The bathroom is filthy, I’d like breakfast waiting on me upon 5:30 am, and there is a yard full of maple leaves and apples that need to be taken care of.
The Angel of Death has descended upon you. Luckily he is pretty cool and let’s you have 30 minutes to do what you want before you die. What will you do?
Cuddle. Cuddle. Kiss. Cuddle.
You accidentally eat some radioactive fruit. They were yummy and have also given you the superpower of your choice. What superpower do you choose?
I’d be like Mystique in X-Men and be able to change myself into anyone at my will.
You can relive any moment in your life, but only for 30 minutes. What moment would you choose?
One of the moments mom and I laughed. Perhaps one of the times we went searching for sand dollars with our toes. Wonder if she knew then that it would be so memorable for me as an adult? Wonder what kind of moments like that I will give my family?
You have been thrown out of your country for being a time traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. You can choose any country as your new home. Where would you go?
A quiet, remote, oceanfront 20 acres in Jamaica.
The consumption of magical moonbeams mixed with the radioactive fruit from earlier has had the strange effect of allowing you to resurrect any person or family member. Who would you choose?
I agree with MyFloat, I’d choose Gandhi. Wouldn’t he be so proud of us?
What is your theme song?
I don’t think I have one. How about a favorite song? I have so many. First one that comes to mind? In Your Eyes, Peter Gabriel.
I tag anyone who wants to be tagged!
…Is through his belly? I doubt things are quite that un-complicated. But I’ve spent enough time feeding men through dating (a very long time ago), work (I work with all men), potlucks, family, and the men I love to learn which of my specialty recipes are winners for the menfolk. They are left well satiated, full bellied, and content. I am a sucker for comforting foods though, so don’t look here for the healthy stuff necessarily. This stuff is sticky to the thighs (who cares!?) but de-licious!
Potato Chip Chicken (#1 Favorite, TRUST ME!)
1 large package of drumstick chicken legs, 1 cup melted margarine or butter, pepper, garlic salt, 1 package of sour cream and onion potato chips (not rippled).
Crush chips within the potato chip bag (this will get kind of messy). Dip chicken leg in butter, put buttered leg into chip bag and shake the bag as to cover the leg with the crushed potato chips. I also squish the chips into the legs. Place the legs into a glass baking dish. Sprinkle and leftover chips in the bag over the chicken. Sprinkle lightly with pepper and garlic salt. Cook on 375 degrees for approximately an hour, or until the juices run clear.
This is super yummy with some mac-n-cheese and a yummy voluptuous salad.
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Slow Cooked Chicken & Dumplings (I am from the South!)
4 skinless, boneless chicken breasts cut into bite sized pieces, 2 tablespoons of butter, 1 can cream of celery, 1 can of cream of chicken, 1 can chicken broth, 1 finely chopped onion (purple onion is pretty), 1 can mixed veggies, 1 10 ounce can of refridgerated biscuit dough (rolled flat a bit and cut into 1 inch strips, impossible to mess this up).
Put chicken, butter, soups, onion into crockpot and fill with just enough chicken broth to cover. Cover and cook for 5 hours. Carefully stir in bisquit dough about an hour before you want to eat and cook until the dough is no longer soft in the middle (usually 45 min-1 hour).
Yummy with a salad!
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Meine German Lasagna (I’m a Southern German, don’t ya know!?) Chances are good that if you grew up near Fayetteville, NC you are not only southern, but also german. Why? Fort Bragg is connected to Fayetteville, the grandpa’s and dads came home from being stationed in Germany with beautiful german wives who can cook, clean like you have NEVER seen, and never bother to fully learn the English language. I grew up with a southern twang and the abilty to easedrop on all of the old German Betties that my grandma hung out with…
9 lasagna noodles, 1 can cream of mushroom, 1 can cream of chicken, 2 cups milk, 1 pound kielbasa, 1 20 ounce can of sauerkraut drained, 8 ounces shredded mozarella.
Preheat the over to 375. Boil large pot of water with a pinch of salt. Add pasta and cook for about 8-10 minutes, until al dente, and then drain. In a blender mix the soups and milk until smooth. Cut sausage in half lengthwise and then slice thinly. In a 9×13, layer 1 c. soup and 3 noodles, 1/2 sauerkraut, 1/2 sausage, 1/3 cheese. Top with remaining noodles and soup mixture. Bake for 25 minutes covered. Then uncover & bake for another 15 minutes. Pull out, sprinkle with cheese while hot.
Yummy. Artery clogging. Deliciousness!
Mornings Make Me Tired
5:00: Wake, turn coffee on, brush teeth.
5:05: Grab a crying Bella from her bed, fill juice cup, put her on couch to watch the Wiggles.
5:10: Noah wakes crying, nurse and cuddle.
5:25: Put Noah in swing, heat up curlers, and make Noah’s bottles for school.
5:35: Roll hair, put on makeup.
5:50 Put Bella in highchair for a breakfast of fruit and a Nutrigrain bar.
5:55: Wake Noah from swing, give him bath, lotion, clothes.
6:10: Nurse Noah again.
6:25: Wet Bella’s hair, brush it, ponytail, lotion, get her dressed.
6:35: Chug coffee, pull out curlers, brush hair, get dressed.
6:45: Mad rush grabbing kids, keys, coffee, cell phone, purse, diaper bag, and bottles.
6:50: Kids are all loaded, head to town. (It is a 40 minute commute most of the time)
7:30: Drop Austin off at school, kiss, kiss.
7:35: Arrive at daycare with a crying Noah and an excited Bella (she loves school even though she cries when I actually leave). Drop Bella off in toddler room, kiss, kiss. Drop Noah off in infant room, label bottles, and put bottles in fridge, socialize with teachers, kiss, kiss, bye-bye.
7:51: Back in the car heading to work.
7:59: Pull into work’s parking lot.
8:00: Sit at desk. Catch breath. Sigh.
