Drink recipe #2

Hurricane Wilma's Hard Lemonade.

1 pitcher of Crystal Light Pink Lemonade
1/2 bottle of Vodka.

Pour together and if you can find a few ice cubes to spare - throw them in!

Makes the long days a little more bearable.

1:30 am

At 1:30 am on October 31, 2005 the "Mother of J" household was woken up by a massive - no, a huge surge of power running thru the house.

I cannot tell you how happy I am. I can do laundry and watch TV and add to my blog on a Sunday afternoon.

But - on the other hand I will miss it. I will miss sitting on the back porch shooting the breeze. Making smores and heating beefaroni. My campfire coffee was kick ass and I sadly looked at my Mr. Coffee maker this morning - knowing that it will all go back to the same ol thing.

Everyone online. In front of the TV. Fighting about bedtimes and talking on the phone at all hours of the night.

The cooperation I received this past week was amazing. Only a few heated arguments arose. But not because of the storm. Because of the boredom.

J learned that we must be patient. Money is not readily available. Gas is not a 5 minute stop and the grocery stores are bare. We make due and grin and bear it!

Last nite J and HB complimented my campfire cooking. Stated they didn't starve and haven't eaten as well as they have this week.

Mornings started with breakfast and ended with a hearty dinner. These things were planned and thought about the whole day. You have only so much propane so you have to ration. You only have so much to work with so you get creative. Made my heart smile to know the appreciated it.

The campfire talks and the private jokes between the two of them was a nice change.

J and I went to breakfast along with the rest of the hood this morning. It turned out to be a 2 hour wait as they are the only breakfast place in town. But - we didn't mind.

We have had a week of slow down - be patient and wait. This was a snap!

So - my hats off to the lovely folks at FPL.

One question - do you think you can shut it off once a week. So that I can have my family time again?

New Day!

Hello from Hurricane Central!

Rumor has it that our block may have electric today. Exciting news.

Bad news is that if you have a problem from the powerline - the line will be cut and they will tackle you at a later date.

So everyone was on thier roofs last night tightening wires and crossing fingers.

No one wants to see thier line cut.

Gas lines are still horrible. Stay to the left if you get in one of those lines by mistake - you are in trouble.

People are driving like shit!

4 way - 4 way - 4 way!!! How come people dont understand this concept? They think they are the only ones on the road.

We found a deli where we work that is open - so we bought a few loaves of bread. Its not a feast for kings - but it feeds the belly! They don't have any meat to sell - I am sure they will get a delivery soon.

The FPL trucks are out in full force and the police are doing a hell of a job.

My panic attacks are a little better - I have HB to thank for being a rock.

We will keep you posted on the goings on.....

Take care all!

A new day ahead!

Of course...

Of course WORK has power.

Now I live in the hood. I work in the Ghetto. So all you "in need" you have what you need.

I on the other hand have...No power / boiled water orders / and a roof that is minus shingles.

But - I also have....My health...for now.

I am a wreck. I cry at the drop of a hat. I shake from deep inside. I have been taking walks and doing my breathing.

I ran into a wall last night. Too dark to see your hand in front of your face. I am glad I still have my front teeth.

The sounds of generators - helicopters and ambulance sirens. I wouldn't do well in war.

So I keep quiet and I smile. But this is terrible.

But I have my health and my front teeth.

:)

Drink Recipe #1

Drink Recipe #1

I am going to start posting some of my concoctions. I think I did that for Apple Martinis and Mojitos once.

But since I am constantly fiddling with this and that I thought I would share my drink of the day as opposed to..."What I am listening to..."

I shall name it:

Peach Love

1 Glass filled with ice
Equal parts - Peach Vodka / Club Soda / Pineapple Juice.
Stir.

Enjoy!

Im who..

Nobody.

Nobody loves you.Nobody had your back. Nobody is there for you when you need them

I guess I am Nobody.

That family that you say is your family. That you say is a somebody. Someone you call family.

I will remember those words for a long time.

I forgive - I never forget.

So I am not Nobody.

I am that elephant that remembers that little squeaky mouse. That mouse that will need Somebody someday.

Comments

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Middle finger

I love my middle finger.

I use my middle finger all the time.

Piss me off - turn your back...you will get the finger.
Drive too slow - keep hitting your brake - finger.
The TV gets the finger all the time.
So does the radio.

I use it to wave to people who walk too slow. The welfare shuffle across the street.....People its called a crosswalk - Use it!

I love my finger and it would be a shame to lose it - thankfully I have two.

I watched a video on a horrible website - Ogrish.com (you can look but I warn you its gross). They cut off this guys finger.

My middle fingers are the ones that I type with. I use them for everything. Wait let me dial the phone....Yep...Middle Finger.

I shall praise it and take care of it.

Middle finger...I love you!

Wilma

Well - we have another lovely Hurricane heading our way.

It's a very trying time for me as there are things that I want to do this weekend.

Gonna stop by the Big Daddys - make sure I have all my fixins for Hurricane Punch.

I guess I need to but a few cans o' soup. We ate our rations - I thought this was over.

Wish us well.

***UPDATE - Still waiting...it was supposed to be here by now. By pretty glass bottles are calling my name....I want my punch and all the snacks I bought - just in case we lose electric (No electric means no calories). Come on Wilma!!!***

The drunk

Just a little funny about the Hood.

J and I went over to a local ice cream drive thru the other night.

Its on a road that is filled with the living dead. Ho's and druggies, drunks and bums.

Yes - I said the word bum...I know its not very PC of me but they are the ones who ask..."Hey can I bum a smoke?" so they are bums.

The freaks really come out at night and driving this road is like a game of Frogger.

So - we have a ice creams and we are making our way down the road.

The is a man in the middle of this 4 lane hwy - standing (barely) on the yellow line by the turn I need to make.

I proceed to slow down to a crawl. I don't know if he will stumble into my lane. I don't know what he's doing. Seems he has taken it upon himself to direct traffic as he steps back and waves me thru.

How nice of him I think.

Until he screams....Learn how to drive asshole!

I then proceed to scream...Get out of the road you F' drunk!

The drunk becomes incensed....He crosses two lanes of traffic and starts to run after my car in the middle of the road!

He could hardly stand - now he's running after me!!!

I hit the gas an laughed until I peed all the way home!

I told HB about my drunk interaction. He said I should have hit the gas and then hit the brake. Let him catch up and hit the gas and hit the brake.

That was equally as funny and I wish I had thought of that.

I love the Hood!

Pictures

Today looking thru pictures of my recent trip I was wondering if I should post pictures.

On one hand - I like that only a few people know who I am. I can talk about people like the Roach and stuff and people cannot KNOW who I am talking about.

But - on the other hand. I have things that I want to show you. Things that I have seen or done and want to share.

Since I don't know who reads this blog and I wish Blogger would have a visitors tag page I will just ask my audience (all 5 of you) if you would be interested in seeing a more personal side on the blog.

Or shall I keep it Anon with my drunken rants?

Fickle

I had to explain this word today to J and she said she was. I am wondering if I am too.

I don't know if its because we are girls and CAN change our minds anytime we want -because it is our perogative.

Or - we get bored easy.

Or we think things are greener elsewhere.

I am a lover of all men. Since my recent trip abroad - I am in LUST with some of the fellows I speak to daily.

One of the seven deadly sins fills my soul and HB is very aware of it.

That doesnt mean that I don't love HB. That means that I like to look at the merchandise. That doesnt mean that I will leave HB. That just means that I would like to spend a little more time window shopping.

Now - don't get me wrong. This is not a admission of anything - or a Dear HB letter. I can't help wondering if I am missing something else on the menu that might be just as tasty.

I ordered the Prime Rib and I am wondering if the chicken would be better (so to speak).

Thankfully - If I am only fickle I am not impulsive. I have never been impulsive. I do things because they have been thought out, planned and stratigically thought thru. Boring - I know. But thru this I have learned not to settle.

So if I dont settle and change my mind a few times to make sure I get what I want and am content with my life - does that still make me fickle.

Or human?

Its your birthday!

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday dear J!!!!!!!!!

Happy Birthday to you!!!!

Love you bunches!

Mommy

My name

She didnt even know my name.

Actually - she knew my name because everyone told her again and again what my name was when she called me by something different.

Each and every time. Year after year.

The other thing she did to me...After I had J I sent her pictures. She returned them to me - unopened. Apparantly - I did something wrong in the protocol of the Matriarch.

I will never forget that feeling of rejection.

She died the other day.

I have been asked to attend her funeral or at least her wake.

Nah .... As she is looking down and seeing who attended she will start saying the names....

Ok Look - there is Big T. Little T. Baby T.

And.....Oh and.... whats her name?!?

Nah - I think I have something to do that night.

Fear

I have a fear of flying. I have many fears.

I am scared of closed spaces - I dont like the dark. I don't like heights and I dont like Lizards.

Flying is two of my fears combined - closed spaces and heights.

I never sit by the window - If I am unlucky enough to get such a spot I promptly close the window. I dont want to see - anything!!!!

We flew a carrier home that I wasnt familiar with. We get to the airport and we must go thru security - twice!

There is a hubbub of activity around the plane I am boarding and security personnel are everywhere.

When finally granted access to the plane I am greeted by a huge bomb - sniffing dog that totally scares the bejesus out of me!

While sitting on the tarmac waiting to leave the gate the Pilot comes over the speaker and states we will only be a few more minutes - two people have decided not to show for the flight (along with their bags onboard) and they must remove them from the plane.

Am I sitting on a ticking timebomb? Can you please let me off while you do this? What if its a remote controlled bomb and they are sitting there by the gate with the finger on the switch?!?

HB tells me to watch the crew. They would signal if there were any problems. This Dutch girls with their pillbox hats were too Stepford Wivish for me. They smiled a creepy smile and passed out chocolates.

I am in full panic. My flight mates are all Talibanish - I have an entire row of scarf headed folks behind me - speaking in the tounge of their land. I was about to vomit.

We take off.......which is always a thrill.

The flight is an hour in - we are almost over open water (Thanks to that little TV they provide). It lets you see your little plane over the Ocean and how far up you are and how fast your going and that the temp outside with freeze you into a popsicle immediately. I guess there is no going out for a smoke on the wing?

I can do without the TV.

We hit turbulance. We are sitting in the back so we are swaying with the tail. The engines are screaming!!! There is a man who works for the airline walking up and down the ailse with a sensor and making notes on a clipboard.

Oh yeah - I am comfy!

I start to cry. I don't want to die! I am thinking of the shoe bomber - he tried to set his shoe on fire on a flight from Paris to Miami. Wanted to do it over open water - No trace of evidence.

I start to tell everyone I love them. My life flashes before my eyes. I think of everyone. I can't stop crying.

I am too young to die!!!

All while the flight attendants pass out F'in apple juice!

I then proceeded to take some sleeping pills - chased them with a Heinie!

If I am going to blow up -I don't want to know.

If I am going to be shark food - I want to be asleep.

I hate flying - I cannot wait until we can do that Star Trek thingie and turn into little particles for a brief moment and be where I need to be a second later.

Beam me up Scottie!

Ow....

My aching back!

Flew in after a 9 hour flight. Was so happy to be on my homeland that I rushed to the baggage claim and promptly injured myself lugging a 1000 lb. bag to the cart.

I have been down for count. Today I am actually walking straight as opposed to the contorted Quasimoto stance that I have favored for the past few days.

HB is a saint. I never wanted him to see me on the toilet. The other day...I whimpered..."HB? Can you help me get the toilet paper?" As a gentleman should he walked in and proceeds to make sure I had a proper supply and then helped me get up off the proverbial throne.

He has helped me with my pants and drying my hair he has taken over the chores for the weekend and I am seriously grateful.

I was so proud of myself all week while I was gone. I walked and climbed and walked somemore. I kept up with the crowds of people and I didnt whine (well not outoud) once. I couldnt believe that a stupid bag was going to be the thing that brought be down after such a strenuous trip.

It bums me out to be on my butt for the weekend.

Stupid baggage.

Ciggies smell

I know its not a revealation.

In America - there is no smoking anywhere. Even bars and pool halls have been added to the list of sweet smelling hole in the walls.

There is no smoking anywhere. Period.

Except the Atlanta airport- now that stinks. But after a long flight - nothing smells better to the nose except that dingy room.

Now as a smoker I was pleased to see an ashtray at every port in Europe.

You mean I can smoke at breakfast with my coffee? No F'in way. I have found heaven!

I can smoke in this bar? Really? I love this place!

It only lasted so long though. Walked into a hotel room which was a smoking room - and it stunk! I didnt need a ciggie - I just needed to sniff the curtains - the comforter and that rug that may have been orange in another life to get all the nicotine I needed.

I walked into one of the many airports and saw the haze across the large room. Once again the smell was awful. It truly - truly stunk!

As a smoker - I never smelled the smell. I could never smell it on myself and the clouds that wandered past me on a streetcorner made me long to hang out with my nicotine buddy.

Its only been a year I think since Florida passed the smoking ban. I still believe that my bar should let me smoke instead of making me sit outside and sweat.

But - I will now think again about wanting to sleep in my ashtray. I dont smoke in my house - why would I want to get a room that smells like my back porch?

I will not be quitting - but I am now a lot more aware of the stench.

Peyew!

World Traveler

Sorry I haven't posted much recently. Been traveling the world.

I cannot tell you how much I love America. As the Europeans call it..."Land of Plenty".

First stop - Iceland.

Arrived without luggage for two days - saw the local malls and spent hundreds of dollars trying to buy 1 stinking outfit. Way overpriced for my taste.

Just to give you an idea of the cost.

At the mall -

1 slice lasagna and two cokes $33.00

At the grocery -

1 bag of Tyson chicken nuggets - $31.00
1 chicken - whole $30.00
1 duck - whole $90.00

I don't know how the people survive paying those kinds of prices.

On the other hand - the men are beautiful. I mean beautiful. I was in heaven. They are not only beautiful, but polite and very hardworking.

HB and I decided that we would send the girls there for a few weeks when they graduate to find a hubby.

These folks can also drink. Hot drink for the evening...Mojitos. This is a Cuban inspired drink. And usually you can locate it in any bar in Miami. Strange to see this cold concoction being downed in Iceland. Drinking is saved for a Friday as you MUST get a cab. If you get caught drinking 1 drink and driving. 30 days in jail and a month and a half wages. So when they drink - they drink and drink and drink.

Next stop - Holland

Actually - Amsterdam. My boss wanted to stop there for the weekend before our next stop.

Went to museums. Van Gogh and Rembrandt and even the wax museum. Thought I would hate them. I didn't - beautiful works. Look like photographs. Lovely.

As far as the coffeeshops and redlight district. They were there. But nothing is open about it. Soft Drugs as they call it are illegal. They are tolerated - so blatant drug use was not apparent. You had to look for it. Hard drugs are a huge no-no. I read about being offered these things on the street and to beware. But - Not one offered. I think I could have asked a few shady characters but - since I don't do that it would be all for nothing. The redlight district which we visited on our last night was odd. I didn't find it sexy at all - but the guys did. Its neat to see - but I don't get it.

It was a neat looking place with crooked buildings - lots of different colored faces. The ones who seem to live there - busily hurrying by on their bikes in their suits.

So - been there -done that and had a great cuppa beer there too. Wouldn't go back.

Last stop - Norway

A quaint village like feel. Streets roll up at 10. They also have the no drinking and driving law. And Norweigens take it seriously. Everyone was busing to and from our location. Can you image an American doing this? I know....Its hard to believe.

My first note on this place was the lack of elevators. I climbed steps and more steps to going to the floor I needed. I made note to HB that if I gained weight after all the walking and climbing I did I know my fat ass is due to a thyroid problem. Not a lack of exercise!

I had my worse and best meal here. For lunch they took us to their canteen at work. In America we would be given huge meals and options. Here you have bread, cheese and a small dish of meat (shrimp, chicken). You take these things and make a semisandwich - which you eat with a knife and fork. Strangely enough it was enough.

Dinner was excellent. I had crabs and HB had whale steak. I know - the whale steak creeped me out too - but I had a bite and it was the most delicious and tender piece of meat ever.

What I did not eat was puffin. I refused. I am glad I kept my standards.

I am glad I went. I want to go back to Iceland and actually see some of the natural beauty they talk about - beside the inside of their local mall.

It was worth the trip - but I prefer America.

Glad I am home.

Anyone want to go for a beer after work? I'M DRIVING!