You MUST MUST take the time to read this.
Love and Ramen Noodles
Once again, my love has gone.
The longer he stays, the harder it is for him to go.
I really hate this. *sigh*
Ok, time to stop feeling sorry for myself.
Wednesday night, we saw Foo Fighters in concert at the Reliant Arena.
I think I showed M a side of myself he's never seen.
I'm usually pretty reserved, especially in public but Foo Fighters are my favorite band and once the music started I couldn't believe I was once again in their presence.
They were amazing and I totally rocked out, jumping up and down singing along to every song at the top of my lungs.
I've been thinking of getting a Foo Fighters-inspired tattoo for some time now and I am definitely now going to make that my fourth tattoo.
Tattoos should have some personal meaning to them and Foo Fighters mean a great deal to me....more than I'm willing to explain in a public blog.
We didn't get to meet the band this time but I did run into one of the roadies that we met at the last show and even though he couldn't have been sweeter, I didn't feel right about asking him to let us meet the guys. I know people probably do that to him all the time, so after the show was over I just thanked him for helping to make sure they put on such a great show.
We really had a great time but my biggest complaint is the stupid moshers. There were little mosh pits breaking out among those of us on the floor and I found myself keeping an eye on them to make sure we didn't get knocked over and trampled. Why can't these people just enjoy the fucking show and rock out??
The pushing got so bad at one point, I became a little scared. I kept thinking, "Getting trampled and killed at a rock concert when you're 30 yrs old is a little passe".
We stayed up at the front for about 4 or 5 songs, then I couldn't take it anymore. It was getting very hot and I was being touched by strangers on nearly every part of my body. I came so very close to my first bisexual experience when some chick grabbed my boob to keep from falling over when some dude fell into her.
I realized then that I wasn't having very much fun so I asked M if we could PLEASE move back a little.
We were farther back now but still close enough to enjoy the show.
It was M's first rock concert and I was afraid throwing him into a General Admission situation was a bad idea but he loved it.
I haven't been keeping up with things since M was here so I don't have a lot of interesting things to blog about. Not that anything I blog is EVER interesting....
I'll start catching back up with the world and try to blog more later.
Note to smelly dudes at the Foo Fighters' concert: Mix in a shower and maybe some deodorant........PLEASE.
It's The Recipe Swap!
I made this last night and it's deeeeelish!
I adjusted a few things in the recipe and it tastes just like my favorite local mexican restaurant's Carne Guisada.
Carne Guisada
2 1/2 lbs round steak or stew meat, diced in one inch cubes
2 Tbsp olive oil
1 Tbsp cumin
1/2 Tbsp garlic powder
1 Tbsp fajita seasoning
1 Tbsp chili powder
1/2 cup diced onions
1/2 cup tomato paste
3 cups hot water
1 - 14oz can crushed tomatoes
Brown meat in olive oil. Add onions and spices, cook onions down a little.
Add crushed tomatoes, tomato paste and water. Bring to boil, then simmer on low for 1 hr or until meat is very tender.
Let me know if you fix it and what you think.
This guy just really makes me angry. It's times like these when I fully support the death penalty.
The body of the boy, who was due to be born in February, was found April 13 by a passer-by walking a trail at the Point Isabel Regional Park, which is on the San Francisco Bay. Laci Peterson's headless body was found washed up on rocks the next day, more than a mile from the unborn baby, authorities said.
What the hell. Because of this monster, her family has to deal with information like this. I don't know how I could stand it.
I just sent out a resume to a job that could possibly be perfect for me. Please send me some good job vibes if you feel so inclined. :)
I know I haven't blogged in a while. I had this weird writers block due to the fact that I shared this blog with my mother.
I didn't feel free to write whatever I wanted and therefore I couldn't write at all. Yeah, I felt like I couldn't compose my Pulitzer Prize-winning prose because my MOMMY might be reading.
*eyeroll*
However, I fixed that! I went to her house and removed my URL from her browser history.
Yes, I know, I suck.
This dude is "OJ guilty".
I hope they find this guy a big hulkin' boyfriend named Bubba in the pokey. He's a purty boy, I bet his dance card will be quite filled.
This kind of shit happens too often but looking at those pictures of the beautiful Laci Peterson, all happy and glowingly pregnant, it makes me sick to think he killed her and then dumped the bodies, like she was some kind of animal.
Ok...on to some good news:
The love of my life will be here tomorrow. We have NINE days together. Nine days??? That's like a life time or something.
I won't be posting much, if at all, while he's here because things will be getting hot......
that's right, folks, HOT in the kitchen because I'll be cooking and cooking a LOT.
The menus consist of:
Carne Guisada
Rib eye steaks
Chicken breasts in a light lemon and herb sauce
Coq au Vin
Cajun Chicken Pasta
Salmon
Chicken curry
and Better Than Sex Cake (we'll see)
So, Happy Easter and I'll be back in nine days!
CNN.com - Former POW: 'We were like Custer' - Apr. 14, 2003
Man, what a wonderful wonderful thing.
I was just so happy to see the smiling faces of the freed POWs.
One look at Joseph Hudson and the beatific smile on his face had me in tears.
I know those guys didn't know if they would live or die and it just isn't entirely possible to imagine the relief and happiness at being on their way home.
The terror in the eyes of Shoshana Johnson had haunted me until the day I saw her, flanked by Marines, being led into coalition territory.
I suppose now that I have to be a good blogger. No more cursing. I let my mom read my blog and she's got the URL now. She told me not to write anything I wouldn't want my mother to read. Well, that's pretty much every other thing I write, say, think...etc.
I can't say goodbye to the "F-word" though, so Mom is going to either have to live with it or lose the URL!
I Am Dying!
No sooner do I talk about this crackhead/crackpot HST do I find his "amusing" little article on ESPN.com.
Oh. My. God!
This guy is about as amazing as Michael Moore.
Three journalists have died in Baghdad so far, and not one of them was killed by Enemy Fire. They were shot down like dogs by U.S. military personel, killed and wounded and mangled by Americans, who drive American M1 Abrahms battle tanks and eat all-American pie, just like the rest of us. American troops are killing journalists in a profoundly foreign country, under cover of a war being fought for savage, greed-crazed reasons that most of them couldn't explain or even understand.
First of all Mr. Thompson, our marines were returning fire in the middle of a WAR ZONE. Yes, believe it or not, it's a war zone, not a movie set. Reporters were warned to leave Baghdad. In not doing so, they put themselves in the middle of the fighting. It's a horrible thing that these people lost their lives but they were civilians, not military, in a war zone when they weren't supposed to be and didn't have to be.
Secondly, maybe you don't understand why this war was fought but I'm guessing our military does. Maybe the pictures of torture rooms, chemical laboratories, starving people, countless corpses of torture victims and the jubiliant Iraqi citizens, rejoicing in their new-found freedom is beyond your understanding.
Unfrickinbelievable.
This is despicable!
Hobbsonline has got a good round up of information regarding this CNN story.
For example, in the mid-1990's one of our Iraqi cameramen was abducted. For weeks he was beaten and subjected to electroshock torture in the basement of a secret police headquarters because he refused to confirm the government's ludicrous suspicion that I was the Central Intelligence Agency's Iraq station chief. CNN had been in Baghdad long enough to know that telling the world about the torture of one of its employees would almost certainly have gotten him killed and put his family and co-workers at grave risk.
I don't even have to comment on how horrendous this is. Plenty of people have done a better job than I ever could.
My Kingdom For A Bad Haircut!
This one is good!
A jury awarded $6,000 to a woman who sued a hair salon, claiming that bad hair treatment left her depressed and led her to seek early retirement.
Geremie Hoff, 56, of suburban Creve Coeur, sued the Elizabeth Arden Salon for emotional distress, depression, counseling and lost income.
You know, last year my hair dresser cut my bangs too short, I wonder.....
This story shows just how uninformed and brainwashed these people were...
Jordan said al-Sahaf and other Iraqi officials had long believed that CNN journalists worked for the CIA, and a previous information minister had accused Jordan of being a CIA station chief when he was working in Iraq.
"These people believe in their hearts, or at least they did, that CNN was part of the enemy regime," Jordan said.
Ok...see I've watched the idiots at CNN. If these guys are CIA, be afraid...be VERY afraid!
I can't read Hunter S. Thompson. I haven't dropped enough acid.
I tried reading Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and I just felt left out because I wasn't strung out.
Anywho...I was reading about a newer book of his Kingdom of Fear and what I've noticed with him is that he's so enamored of his own life. His books seem to be made up of memoir and mythology. Apparently he says in Kingdom of Fear, "We have become a Nazi monster in the eyes of the whole world - bullies and bastards who would rather kill than live peacefully. We are whores for power and oil with hate and fear in our hearts"...
Right. This is a picture of someone who is impacted by the fact that we are whores for power and oil.
I wonder...will these people like Michael Moore and HST admit they're wrong when we finally leave a rebuilt Iraq without all their oil?
I'd Like To Puke All Over This Guy
I wanted to find this guy and tear him a new one but Rachel Lucas already did!
I was reading this article on CNN.com and it was interesting to see how the Iraqis feel about this "liberation" today. It seemed like such a fanciful thing yesterday but today, reality sets in.
I can understand their fear. Even though I know we are only there to help, these people have been brainwashed to believe that Americans are bad and greedy and all we want is their oil. They are afraid we are going to replace Saddam with another oil-hungry leader. These fears are all understandable. They feel that they are at the mercy of another culture, another country.
I just hope they have patience and faith and will wait and see what we can do for them.
Blog Update:
I'm working on changing some things around here so if you log on and my shit is all fucked up, come back in a few minutes and it'll be different but probably still fucked up. ;)
Wow, what a day!
For some reason I was brain dead today and I didn't get it at first. The people dancing in the streets, the smiling Iraqis shaking the hands of coalition forces, etc..
I didn't get it. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop and leave it to Peter Jennings to drop that shoe. I can't stand that dude. He's so far to the left, I'm surprised he doesn't fall over.
He just HAD to point out, "There is no sign of the chemical weapons that were thought to be in Iraq." Unspoken was his point, "Bush said we were going in to rid Iraq of weapons of mass destruction and now we can't find any, so there goes all reason for the war."
I suppose to make the naysayers happy, we either have to find them somewhere or have a bunch of our troops killed by them.
Or would they rather have them used on our own land? Shall we have them kill 1000s of others? Sure, then maybe we can take some kind of action, but not before then!
I read an interview with David Horowitz today. I got the link from Rachel Lucas.
It was great to see things broken down in this way. I always hated how university professors were so far to the left. It is as if it's okay to teach your beliefs and not the facts. It's sort of like a newscaster giving his political views. I thought a teacher is supposed to teach you the information so you can make a decision based on that, not tell you what to think.
These Iraqi people amaze me. Some of them have endured so much.
I heard that before Saddam came into power, the people were highly educated and the University of Baghdad was a top school. Won't that be amazing if they can build it up to that again?
Anti-Climatica
Well, there were no riots at Pearl Jam. Eddie tested the waters by making some statement about how "it just doesn't feel like America anymore".
He was rewarded with loud booing from the audience, followed by some guys trying to get a "USA" chant going.
Saturday, I went with some of the family to the antique and craft shows in the hill country.
M, via phone, bought me the worlds most beautiful quilt in the world and if I can get the digital cam working, I'll post some pics.
I also bought some of my favorite wine at the Wine Shop at Round Top. The owners are selling their store. It's $250,000 for property and inventory.
I would give my right arm to own a kick ass wine shop. It's such a quaint little set up.
The store is surrounded by huge oaks and they have wrought iron tables set up under the oaks where they serve wine and cheese and have live music.
Wouldn't that be an awesome life?
Pass The Poster Paint
This should be interesting. D and I are going to the Pearl Jam show in The Woodlands on Sunday.
I'm going to feel a little hypocritical if I sit there and clap along when/if these guys decide to bash Bush. I wonder if they will have the balls to do it in Texas?
A statement put out by the venue said something like "The show will go on, however we are taking precautions for a possible protest." LOL Nice...I'll be right in the middle of it.
I should take a camera and post some pics here if anything cool breaks out!
This all goes under the heading..."SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SING"
Possible protest signs for PJ show:
"Just Fucking Sing"
"Pearl jam it up your ass, Commie!"
"We're Vedder off without you!"
So...Saddam made a public appearance...
WTF is going on? Dude is like NOWHERE for two weeks, now he's greeting his public like he's the Beatles?
Some say it's definitely him and not a clone and others say it's definitely a clone. Shit, I don't care anymore. Just blow his ass off the earth, whoever in the hell he is.
Just start shooting all fat Iraqis with mustaches.
So, I'm loving this Jessica Lynch chick and Mohammed who told our guys where she was.
I can't wait for that Jenny Jones moment when they're interviewing Jessica and ask
Jenny Jones: If Mohammed were here, what would you like to say to him?
Jessica Lynch: Well, Jenny. I'd like to thank him for risking his life, walking 6 miles under bombs to get to the US troops to let them know of my whereabouts
Jenny Jones: Jessica, you can tell him right now...here he is!! Mohammed!
*thunderous applause*
*Shocked look on Jessica's face*
*Huge emotional hug and lots of tears*
Mohammed: I love Americans, Jenny.
WW IV?
My first thought was sort of chilling but ex-CIA director seems to think WW IV is a good thing.
I'm not sure how I feel about is creating a "new" Middle East. I am naive enough to hope for a "live and let live" world.
"As we move toward a new Middle East," Woolsey said, "over the years and, I think, over the decades to come ... we will make a lot of people very nervous."
It will be America's backing of democratic movements throughout the Middle East that will bring about this sense of unease, he said.
"Our response should be, 'good!'" Woolsey said.
It's a scary thought that we will be "at war" for decades but actually, when has the world ever been totally without war?
Jessica Lynch is a super woman! What a tough chick! I am so proud.
So, speaking of this naive view of things that I have sometimes...
To me, utter peace is so simple if everyone would just follow along. Marianne Williamson wrote a book called A Return to Love
I know it sounds so totally hokey but if we all could follow this, I wouldn't have to blog about war, I could talk all about my thoroughly interesting life.
However, so many people have such strong convictions (whether they are right or wrong) and will fight to the death for them. Some religions are so fierce that "live and let live" isn't a part of their doctrine.
So, we wage war. We have to protect ourselves and keep our enemies close. We have to lose our young soldiers and read and watch stories of tortures and people being broken by an evil government.
Sorry Baby!
Oh April Fool's Day....brings out the mean-spiritedness is some of us. :D
I played a mean joke on my baby....thankfully he's a good sport but this just proves that I AM evil incarnate! So, thanks for being so sweet, Baby!
Ok, our soldiers freakin RULE!
Our guys went in and rescued a POW but unfortunately found 11 corpses.
*sigh* Again, it's hard to be happy about some things when so many other bad things are happening.
The story of the special forces going in to get Jessica Lynch is something out of a movie. I mean, how much more bad ass does it get?
God, I hope we can get in there and get the rest of the POWs. I hate to think of things that they must be enduring.
The weather here in Southeast Texas has been amazing the last few days. I was standing outside looking at the cloudless blue sky, feeling the cool breeze along with the warm sun thinking how hard it is to see this and believe that there are some ungodly things going on in other parts of the world right now. I wished all the coalition soldiers could spend a day in weather like that, just relaxing for a bit.
I gotta talk about Buster, the war dog, a bit. I adore dogs. I usually like them more than I do people. Buster actually sniffed out a HUGE arms cache in Iraq.
I was just imagining Zoe, Crash and Piper doing what Buster does and I don't think Crash would leave my lap long enough to find a bomb.
Welcome to the Dork Blog
God, I'm so dumb. When I first read Rachel Lucas' website, I emailed her also just to tell her what a great site she has.
Yesterday, I received a reply from her and I was all excited like some kind of idiot 13 yr old who receives a reply from a rock star or something.
She added me to her blogroll, so that was kind of cool.
I'm also excited because I slept like a normal person. The night before last I woke up at 11pm and was up for the rest of the night and day. I started getting really tired at about 4pm yesterday and went to bed at 6, got up to take the dogs out at 9 and went back to sleep and slept til 7:30 am. yay!
I was watching Ted Koppel last night and was surprised to see hear him speak positively about the troops. He told a story of the 3rd Infantry involved in a fire fight with Iraqis who were using civilians as human shields when suddenly an Iraqi woman started to run across the bridge waving a white flag. The Iraqis shot her and a couple of our soldiers risked their lives to go get the woman and bring her back. They are treating her and she is alive.
Those, my friends, are our troops. Our boys. Fighting for us and them too.
It's official. I've been watching too much war. When I slept for those first couple of hours last night, I had a horrible dream. Earlier in the day I had watched the news and they reported finding something that was possibly used for a torture room with iron beds, battery acid and bathtubs and other paraphenalia.
I dreamt that one of our helicopters was shot down and the pilot captured and taken to that torture room with all of this being filmed and shown on tv.
I actually saw him strapped to some bizarre chair and hooked up to some kind of wiring and he was being electrocuted.
His head was already swollen on one side and his face was so bruised and bloodied that he would have been unrecognizable. I remember watching this feeling glad because maybe his family wouldn't know who it was but then they kept saying his name Lynn Sternan, over and over again. I kept wondering why in the hell they were showing this on TV.
In my dream I was sobbing and crying hysterically and suddenly I awoke, wondering if I were sobbing in my sleep too.
We are too media saturated. Even my dreams are like movies.
