Sorry ...

I haven't written much in the way of recipes lately, been busy at work, no time to try new mish-mashes.

but I did find a new bunch of songs I love! go and play this playlist.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMUu43Q2IO8&list=PLECD1FAEC72019D79&index=3&shuffle=31&playnext=4

CHRISTMAS.....2000

I was living with Judy at the time in Hainsway apartments. I was working at Spiegel, and life was ... mediocre. Well, we couldn't really top the previous thanksgiving, since a lot of our peeps decided to make differant choices than ones *I* would have made, and more than half of our group had other things going on.

SO, we decided to go to my dad's farm in Nebraska (about 2 hours away) and stop at the Wakpamni Bed and Breakfast ( http://www.wakpamni.com/ ) , where our other friend, Laurie's family lived. Well, Judi and I took her Dynasty car down to the off-the-beaten-path get away, and there was noone home.. this was about 5 or 8 pm Christmas Eve.
So we just toodled on down the rest of the way to the farm. We had a good dinner and exciting breakfast with present openings and carols.. we each got a blanket, hats and gloves and scarves from my dad, and a few other things that only Dad would have thought of for both me and Judy. We gave him a few spiffy things as well, and my son was there too, enjoying the festive christmas with his mother.
I had to work the next day, so we took off around 4pm to go back up to Rapid City, by way of once again, Wakpamni B&B. Well, the Swicks were home, and ALL of them were home. Raleigh, Andrew, Adam, Laurie... And they had a new dog, one that looked a bit like Spuds Mackinzie. He had a collar made with jingle bells, and was all butt-wigglie because he had one of those thin tails that really wasn't a swishy waggy tail, just whippy waggie..

ANYWAY, Mr and Mrs Swick talked me and Judy into staying for dinner.. so we did. and we helped fix it too. WELL, Raleigh and Andrew went hunting for a goose for dinner, and a couple pheasants as well. We were listening to christmas music, peeling potatoes, getting brussel sprouts washed off, and having a good time. The boys came back in, and were all excited, as was the dog, wuffing and wagging and jingling the whole time.

Raleigh says "Look what we got!" and pulls a huge goose out of his bag, and hands it to Andrew.
the bird is still bleeding! all over the floor. of a very very nice bed and breakfast. light color carpet.
"RALEIGH! GET THAT THING OUTTA HERE!" Mrs Swick yells at them in her southern belle accent, "IT'S BLEEDIN' ON THE FLOOR!"
Andrew hoofs it over to the sink, where in one side are dirty dishes in water, and the other side, our fresh Brussel sprouts. He opted to dump the bleeding bird onto the vegetables. they could be washed off.
While he's doing this, Raleigh pulls out another 'bagged bird', a lovely pheasant rooster! I looked over from where I was helping Mr Swick peel garlic cloves, and something just didn't seem right....

"Oh you got a Pheasant! How Lovely!" Mrs Swick says, and smiles.... then it happened

The pheasant TOOK OFF! It hadn't been killed! It flapped around the room, spraying blood all over the walls and stair railings! Mrs Swick started yelling at the boys, the dog was barking and attacking the bird, Judy was at a loss for words as was I... Laurie was chasing down the bird, trying to corner it in the bathroom, which by this time looked like it was used on the set of Psycho.
Mr Swick just sat in his chair, next to me, and peeled garlic, chuckling the whole time.

Well, now that freddy kreuger visited the bed and breakfast, and the bird was caught and neck wrung, Mrs Swick made the boys take the birds to the garage to clean them.

Laurie, Judy and I set to work washing the walls and trying to soap out the carpet.... to the sound of the dog jingling around outside, terrorizing the cats. hehehehe.

The dinner went well, and we headed home....

NOW you remember where I said dad had given us blankets etc? well, we needed every stitch of those gifts.

The car had no heater.
no defrost.
it was nearly 10 pm when we left the B&B
and this was christmas in SD/NE.

the temperature was way below 0
we had to scrape the windshield from the inside to see outside
and
only one headlight.
for 2 hours
back home.

Thanksgiving... 1999

a few years back, before 2001, when I had met Dan, Friends of mine and I did a thanksgiving to remember.....

We had just done the Rocky Horror Picture Show in the Alex Johnson Ballroom, Halloween was a kick that year... That was the year I met Travis (that is a story within itself), and was introduced to Vampire the Masquerade. We played the Table Top with dice at first, then we upgraded to LARP (Live Action Role Play). We all had our own little quirks and costumes.. it was a Hoot! ( except mass combat.. another long story )

Well, quite a few of us had no other way to do thanksgiving with family, so I agreed to cook dinner and everyone brought something else to the table. It was a lovely idea.

Well, We had turkey breast, ham, potatoes, beans, chips, dip, and wine... remember, we had wine.. and dragon's breath.. remember this. we were intoxicated.

while food was cooking, and people were showing up:
Nate
Travis
Jamie
Lincoln
Brian
and Me.

Well, while food was cooking, Travis brought the ingredients to Dragon's Breath:
5 fifths of clear alcohol (rum, vodka etc)
5 packets of black cherry koolaid
7 cups of sugar (white refined)
3 habeneros (peppers)
1 large bottle of tobasco

pour all the alcohol into a large pot, and simmer on low, adding sugar, koolaid, and tobasco.
use some of the alcohol to blend the habeneros to a fine puree
then simmer the peppers along with the rest for about half an hour

filter out all of the peppers with a fine mesh filter/funnel
put all the alcohol into containers, and chill

Brian comes over, and I hand him a large mug:
"Brian, taste this!"
"what is it?"
"Koolaid"
*sniff sniff, Gulp*
.
.
.
"FUCK ME GENTLY WITH A CHAINSAW!!!"
*cough hack wheeze, spit into sink*

Now, The dinner saw all of us dressed up as we were for halloween or just in some outfit:
Me: Irish garb from SCA
Travis: Dominatrix
Neight: Nosveratu Vampire (with the scar)
Brian: Viking Lad
Jamie: Gay Geisha Chef
Lincoln: Al Boreland (he said he wasn't going to dress up for thanksgiving, but showed up in nice pants, and a red plaid shirt.. he was also sporting a fairly full beard, and looked just like Al Boreland from Home Improvement.)

otherwise, the food was great...

well, dinner went great, and afterward, we were sitting, drinking, watching something on tv. I was sitting in a plastic chair, and looked over at Lincoln on the arm of the sofa. He happend to be drinking wine from a champaign flute, and had put the full top of it in his mouth and was going 'ahlaalaa' with his tongue, trying to lap the wine... I about wet myself.
I started to laugh and basquaw *Loud and fully hearty laughter*, then fell out of my chair, onto the floor.

NOW, earlier that evening, I had wrenched my thumb on a stair railing.. don't ask me how, i don't remember how, i just remember it hurt.

Neight comes up and offers his hand, to help me up. I take his hand and scream because it pulled on my thumb... well then he thought it would be amusing to stand over me, one foot on either side, and bend over, to help me up by PICKING me up... well, he ended up breadbasketing me with stiff fingers to my ribs..

NOW.. I am a VERY VERY ticklish person. and when I say VERY i mean you could pull the phantom "tickle tickle" from a phone call and i'd freak out.

Well, I freaked out, for he was indeed tickling me in the ribs. so naturally, I kicked. strait up, like opening a scissors... NOW REMEMBER: He was straddling me, standing over me, and well, his Groin was RIGHT THERE.

The crack as my foot connected to Neight's Groin was what made Travis (who was in the bathroom at the time) poke his head around the corner and ask "What the fuck was that??!"

Neight doubled over, and was giggling like a ninny, tears gushing from his eyes in pain, but still, giggling like a ninny.. I felt sooooo bad!!! but we were all laughing and giggling.. for you do remember, we were Inebriated.

We finally calmed down, and were sobering up a smidge, enough to clean up the table and put away leftovers for my then roommates to eat if they came back in a timely manner....

SIDE STORY:
    I would NEVER lock the door to the apartment when I left, because normally there was one or both other roommates in the apartment when I left. both roomies were male, (had no romantic connection to either, both were taken), so i would think, hell, if someone broke in, they could handle the problem.
WELL: That night of thanksgiving, I left, and one roommate had just come home, however, he had gone to the apartment's swimming pool. He wanted to go have some fun while the place was empty. (that whole roommate thing is ANOTHER story altogether.)
So I left, and LOCKED the door.
I came home after a few hours, we had gone Somewhere to either a bar or a movie, or perkins... we loved perkins. sometimes still do.
When we came back, there was the roomie, mad as hell, but not technically AT me.. I was only a portion of what he was mad about....

When he left to go swimming, he FORGOT TO TAKE HIS KEY. Assuming *I* had once again, left the door unlocked. His story:

"I went swimming, and came back to the apartment. the door was LOCKED! I was so mad, because YOU NEVER LOCK THE DOOR! THE ONE TIME YOU DECIDE TO LOCK THE DOOR, I don't take a key with me! So, There were no neighbors home, they had gone elsewhere for Thanksgiving. So I took the fire escape to the roof.. TO THE ROOF.. soaked to the bone, with just swim trunks and a towel and soaked shirt.  NO SHOES, NO DRY CLOTHING. I walked across the roof in bare feet, picking up tar and pebbles in my feet. "
NOW REMEMBER, this is THANKSGIVING in SOUTH DAKOTA. The temperature was nearly below freezing, and it had snowed a little a few days prior.
"I climbed down the wall to a Neighbor's Patio, and crawled across the divider rail to OUR patio. YOU DIDN'T LOCK THE SLIDING GLASS DOOR!!"

Needless to say, even 11 years old, this story is stuck in my mind for EVER!!

Not a recipe, but....

PRESBYTERIAN: 
When you rearrange the letters: 
BEST IN PRAYER 



ASTRONOMER: 
When you rearrange the letters: 
MOON STARER 



DESPERATION: 
When you rearrange the letters: 
A ROPE ENDS IT 



THE EYES: 
When you rearrange the letters: 
THEY SEE 



GEORGE BUSH: 
When you rearrange the letters: 
HE BUGS GORE 



THE MORSE CODE: 
When you rearrange the letters: 
HERE COME DOTS 


DORMITORY: 
When you rearrange the letters: 
DIRTY ROOM 

SLOT MACHINES: 
When you rearrange the letters: 
CASH LOST IN ME 



ANIMOSITY: 
When you rearrange the letters: 
IS NO AMITY 



ELECTION RESULTS: 
When you rearrange the letters: 
LIES - LET'S RECOUNT 



SNOOZE ALARMS: 
When you rearrange the letters: 
ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S 



A DECIMAL POINT: 
When you rearrange the letters: 
I'M A DOT IN PLACE 



THE EARTHQUAKES: 
When you rearrange the letters: 
THAT QUEER SHAKE 



ELEVEN PLUS TWO: 
When you rearrange the letters: 
TWELVE PLUS ONE 




AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE: 


MOTHER-IN-LAW: 
When you rearrange the letters: 
WOMAN HITLER 

Little Reprieve...

Just saying... 
there is a time and place for a lot of things, and not everything needs to be the same time and place.
voting is overrated in most circumstances...it's underrated in a lot of others.
play
make friends
be true to yourself if you can't be to others.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxrd_jZJxkg
"if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with"
Sing ... anywhere anytime ... or hum, or thrum your fingers, or tap your feet..
enjoy your small guilty pleasures... like bodice ripper books, or teeny bopper pop music in differant genres...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psuRGfAaju4&p=71FD9C82CE71C88C&index=14&playnext=11
Look out your window. Think what the other people would be doing at the same time you are looking out that window.
Enjoy the Clouds, and horizons. 
Never be afraid of thunder, it's the lightning that kills you.
thank a serviceman.
Do a cross stitch. 
Watch an Animae
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1-0upQXykI&p=71FD9C82CE71C88C&index=15&feature=BF
Watch Ninja Warrior.
read a book on theology. on demonology. on astrology. on anthropology. on archaeology. on theory. on mathematics and chaos theory.
twitter your dreams
talk to a stranger about their shoes.
do silly dances in your kitchen while wearing  your significant other's socks
tell silly jokes about cats and dogs
laugh
laugh
laugh.

Casserole .. thing

Roasting pan
pot
stirring utensils

rice (about 3 cups)
6 cups of water
(make rice as you normally do)

1lb hamburger and spices.
bake hamburger like an uber thin meatloaf

dump the rice on the hamburger
pour a can of cream of soup (mixed with a can of milk)  over the rice
top with about 3/4 lb of mozzerella cheese.
bake until little brown on top

take out, let set
eat