...so, something got put on hold this week and it has me a little annoyed. Not because it got delayed - more of, because it prolongs the anxiousness about it.
I don't need extra days to think about things that both excite and stress the hell out of me. I really don't.
....making the BBQ'd chicken tonight, it reminds me of a recent coversation I had with my mother when I was telling her how good the BBQ'd chicken, from the chickens I raise, is.
Mom: I didn't know you liked BBQ chicken
Birra: Yes, I do. It is probably my favorite way to have it.
M: Really? You weren't that fond of it growing up.
B: Because I'm not that fond of charred shoe-leather.
M: OH It was not made like that!
B: Yes. Yes it was - every time. Steaks too. Everything had to be cooked into submission.
M: Well, it was for your own good.
...yes mom, because making your children think all grilled foods should be burnt and dried out is just so beneficial...
My real.. well, not surprise, but annoyance was that she initially denied it. Trust me people, I never finished a steak growing up. No one has teeth that strong.
I hear you there. I can't finish charred shoe-leather tasting meats, regardless of how good they smell. That's why the hubby and I are figuring out alternatives to traditional marinating sauces for me, due to allergy to onions/onion powder/onion family. If you've got any ideas, feel free to let me know, cuz any and all help is much appreciated. ;)
My entire childhood, my mother did exactly the same thing. Steak wasn't to be eaten unless it was charred to death, or else you'd get parasites or worms or something. I was on my first date, and he took me to Steak and Ale, and the waitress asked how I wanted my steak cooked. I asked her what choices are there? She enlightened me, and I have been eating steak rare ever since...
Quite the revelation that was. Course my mother didn't appreciate the fact that when she was cooking, I made her take mine out WAY before everybody else's after that....
Must have been a thing for women of that era...
...my friend's wife just made me breakfast and then showed me her new rear-end out in the garage.
She is very, very excited about it.
It is a 12-bolt 488 posi-trac, which will be going into HER drag car. By the time they're done building out all the new modifications, it should be a consistent 10-second car in the quarter mile.
These are the things my friend is into. I'm installing a wireless network and setting up his new laptop so he can have a workstation in his garage for referencing schematics and the sort... I figured I could get all that done this morning since their house is on the way out to where I take the chickens for... their... graduation ceremony.
His wife took the morning off so I could get the work done here, made me breakfast and excitedly told me the details of what is going into her car.
He is very lucky he found someone that is so much into the same things he is...
Onward and upward!
I'll get onward your upward.
I got confused with this and FB sometimes (kidding)....but I totally like her comment! HAHA!
Heh. I do too.
No, "schwing" as in, "pitching."
A tent, that is.
Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy Morrigon is? If you ever met her, you'd even schwing.
Yup, I've seen the awesome picture with the green eyes and the glass.
well, let me clarify...I actually have nothing that would schwing, but if I did, I'm sure it would...lol
Oh, I'm sure you do have something that would schwing. And if you met her, it would!
My neighbor is in his garage getting his Corvette out of storage.
I can hear my chickens clucking at him. Heh.
I do live in the south, and as a practical joke, my dad's neighbor took a bunch of feed, and bought about twenty chickens. To the other neighbor down the road, late one night, he spread the feed and put the chickens out in the guy's yard. When the guy woke up in the morning, his yard, driveway and garage were covered in chicken poop and there were still chickens there.
I think he's still mad at my dad's neighbor...lol
Wow.. that's a pretty extensive practical joke.
I bet the receiver had a good bbq later that week though... heh.
My chickens sound like turkeys. I think their voices are changing - must be hitting puberty.
None of them have tried crowing yet though... thank goodness.
Thursday morning is their... morning in the spotlight, so to speak...
...spent a good portion of today cooking with my daughter. We made stuffed hot peppers, which came out great.
Unfortunately, I wasn't althogether thinking clearly when I started prepping the peppers. Meaning, I forgot to get cooking gloves.
About 20 minutes after slicing and cleaning all the peppers my hands felt like they were on fire.
My daughter in her usual helpful, caring way, joined me in looking up all sorts of remedies online. Everything from soaking my hands in orange juice, rubbing tomatoes on my hands, rubbing alcohol, milk.. we tried it all. I think the milk finally did it. My hands still sting a bit, but they feel better.
It gave me an even new perspective on her though. She so patiently and diligently wanted to try everything - so I didn't have to go to work tonight with my hands hurting... she is so sweet.
My baby girl... *sigh* she's growing up so fast...
That is sweet. She takes after her papa. ;)
♥ How sweet!
I just thought of a new torture... hot pepper oils in someone's shaving cream... heh.
Stabb and I decided to save money on a huge Sam's can of unsliced jalapenos. I sliced them. For 3 days my hands burned. :(
Oh yeah.. it will.
Is it against your vegitarian lifestyle to dunk your hands in milk?
It's nice to see how you peppily prep peppers & persevered the painful price so plentifully provided.
Milk is the most effective item used to neutralize the capsaicin in chili peppers. ;)
...I'm going to be on the verge of exploding all week. Anticipating and anxious... potential, what is possible - success or failure.
This week is going to pull me into the depths of despair and force me to reconsider my entire life.
Everything I need to do.
It all might boil down to this week.
I have to remind myself... this... this is what I need to thrive on. The stress, the risk, the unknown...
I better get a good supply of chewing gum.
...I can't lose this momentum. I have to keep things moving forward, in every area of my life.
It's a better daily affirmation than looking into a mirror and saying, "You're good enough, you're smart enough, and dog-gone it, people like you."
*ode to Al Franken*
I have to stop. I know I have another install tonight and I have to go help a friend.. but right now I have to just stop... and breathe... and have a coffee, maybe some pizza... and just... stop.
So if anyone needs me, I'll be the guy sitting idle and doing not much of anything for the next 20 minutes.
...do I, or don't I? Should I or shouldn't I?
Will it help, or will it destroy me?
Hrrrmmm... wish I could see the future in both directions... well, actually I don't need to. If experience has taught me anything it is that the path meanders and sometimes you just have to meander with it.
...another late night. After putting in 5 hours on the new contract this mornng, I had an afternoon of running around, deliveries, sales meetings and then finally, around 12:45AM, I finished the job I was at.. mostly... and headed home.
Did faeriemoon ever come to use my fax machine? Like she ever needs to ask permission... pfffttt. I'm waiting for the day she shows up with her laptop, sits without saying anything, starts faxing and printing.. making phone calls... making herself a fresh pot of coffee... and doesn't once acknowlege the fact that she is in my office.
May I have your attention please! You must read this - this is some of the most important news of our, or anyone else's lifetime.
Please, sit before continuing.
Thank you for reading that important message. You may now return to your regularly scheduled VR nonsense.
Oh, and for those of you who have questions like, "Who is this Birra guy?" or, "What makes Birra so different, besides the hockey helmet and drool dried to his shirt?" or, "What has Birra been up to over the past four years?" I suggest you read my journal - from start to finish. Start in every section, way, way, way, way back at the beginning and read ALL OF IT.
Just saying.. it's the best way to get to know me. And without knowing me, how will you ever know to avoid me?
Oh, I already have two of those that I look at regularly...lol
And here I thought I was something else... heh heh
I gotta ask....
So if you have boobies...
Does that make you ubber cool?
Or do they have to be as fake and huge as Pamela Anderson to count? :P
No, the real, natural ones are the best. Big or small, it doesn't matter. As long as they're real... and, on a woman.
Moobies aren't good for anyone...
:) I bet half of VR came to read the BOOBIES!
LMAO Ahem ! I am utterly speechless.
I've been reading over some of my old journal entries lately... pretty amazed at some of the poetry I've written...
...amazed at how bad it is. It's funny when we look back on something like that and think, "Ugh... what was I thinking???"
ah, we live and learn :)
I do it all the time....
Half the time I ended up trying to figure out wth I was trying to write about to begin with. ;)
I think that alot about my exes.
Don'e we all?
You're full of shit. I love your writing. I miss it and look for more all the time. I hope you never stop...it's a way that you express yourself and that's always a beautiful thing.
I worked until about midnight... got home from the job site around 12:30.
Took care of the chickens, whipped up a quick dinner...
...a crabcake sandwich with spicy dill mustard, garlic sauteed spinach and provolone cheese, and a side of fetta cheese pirogies.
That and the tequila drink...
...it occured to me halfway through cooking, when I "whip up" a quick dinner, it's usually something a restaurant would probably charge about $20 for...
You're an amazing cook
Just hope you are in dreaming by now as it is late.
Dude, seriously, quit.
I mean, I live in the Pacific Northwest, and I can't GET decent crab cakes up here. You're killing me here...
And watch that drooling. Just keep it off the jersey, k?
I was attacked by the chickens. It happens when they get fed at 6AM, and I don't get back to the office until 4PM... they're a little hungry by then...
...so instead of letting me get to the food bag, they surrounded me and tried standing on my feet.
Strange little creatures...
...I have decided that Thothlestat needs to write in his journal more often.
I think we should all bomb his profile with obnoxiously large rate stamps until he complies with this demand.
...the lemons, the bread... both a lovely shade of military green... I think the mold fairy came in and sprinkled everything while I was gone.
At least my wine is still good.
Took the kids swimming tonight at the Y. I swear that pool water is 75% chlorine. You should have to wear a HAZMAT jump suit just to be in the room...
Dinner at 10:30... ravioli with meatballs... mmmm... but I do miss having someone to share it with...
I can understand why the Y puts so much chlorine in there pools..have you ever seen some of the people that go there.
I understand it completely - but it makes it almost pointless. You can't be in the water for more than 30 minutes before your eyes and skin is burning...
The trail ride was fun today... that is until Morri's horse tried to kill me. It was actually my fault - completely. Being an inexperienced rider and him being a 1500 pound Percheron, he decided he wanted something and I was unprepared to control him in the situation.
It was a very hot and humid day. Despite a cold shower in the barn before the ride, the horses were not eager to go on a ride in this heat. Especially Morpheus, having my fat ass on him, he kept wanting to go back to the barn. Morri's horse, Raitho, was also less than enthusiastic but worked well with Morri.
At the end of the ride I brought Morpheus back up to the arena, which is attached to the barn, while Morri and her mom took some photos off the trail just a bit. Morpheus climbed the small incline back up into the arena and as I patted him and said, "Good boy, let's go around a bit," he broke into a trot and headed straight for the barn. Unexpected and unprepared, I had little chance to stop him.
This wouldn't be a big deal except, the entrance to the barn is about a head shorter than I am sitting on the horse... and the entrance to his stall about a head shorter than that.
I don't recommend limbo on horseback. Nope... don't recommend it.
In the end, no blood... no foul. I managed to stay on his back, not bang my head off of anything and was able to dismount unscathed. Then I helped clean up the horses and gave him a carrot.
Lesson learned, big guy. I need more experience, for sure.
I have to ask...
Were you scared out of your mind when you were on him and he decided the barn was the best place to be at that moment?
No, I was laughing. Honestly. But assessing the situation and making sure I:
a. didn't fall off
b. didn't hit my head
c. didn't do anything that might cause the horse to respond with an action even less predictable or controlled.
I hung on for dear life and ducked, bascially.
Heh, you did a good job
I love the Goodwill here in Menomonie. I needed some pants - only packed shorts. Shorts and a trail ride don't mix. I got three awesome pairs of pants and a long sleeve knit shit - brand new - for $28.
I LOVEEEE the Goodwill. Thrift Stores in general are so great!
Totally. This one has brand new clothes - stuff donated by local stores like the Sears right across the street. It is clothing that was ticketed for $50-$60 in the store being sold at $8.
And not ugly, no one would buy it stuff... nice stuff.
You have to love a good bargain, i often donate my unwanted belonging's, it makes me feel good
This is happy stuff!
I owe much of my early fashion features in the pictures to that Goodwill. Including the medical corset.
...here's to hoping this 2nd cup of coffee gets things back... on schedule. Ugh...
...I rode a horse. I haven't done that since I was really, really young.
No pictures, just take my word for it. It was different. Fun, but different. It was slow around the arena... tomorrow though, we're going on a trail ride.
Sounds like fun. The last time I was on a horse, I was a kid too.
aaawww no fair i want to see the horsey.
At least you didn't fall off one. The only time I attempted to ride a horse, I managed to fall off it. Heh
I wanna see some pictures tomorrow! :P
We'll work on the pictures tomorrow. Today was more of a day of relaxation...
Dinner on a riverside patio and lounging around watching Knocked Up and MST3K on DVD....
...the drive was long... really long, on too little of sleep. It made me consider the days I was travelling where I would have to make long drives on little or no sleep... how did I do it? How did I manage to make it there in one piece with no co-pilot keeping me alert?
It infected my dreams last night. I had dreams of being back on the road... back running from city to city every week...
...back to feeling like I had some purpose... that feeling has definitely been lacking as of late.
I don't know... not sure what I need.
Success would be a good start...
...too busy today to visit VR much. Thanks to Morri for sticking with me tonight and helping me running network lines until after 11PM.
She rocks like no other. :)
...ever so slightly... have to keep going.
And now for these important messages...
...remember the movie, Sixteen Candles? All the subplots revolving around the chaos in the movie... surrounding the wedding, the school dance, the after dance party, Long Duck Dong being out of control... and the whole family forgot something...
...something important... something that a family shouldn't forget... but some friends remembered and the character handled it pretty well... what was it everyone forgot again... hmmm... they remembered by the end of the day...
..yes, this is dripping with sarcasm. I know the movie very, very well.
...arrrrrrrrrgh, the 80s...
Oh Molly, what can't we learn from you?
Well Duckie from pretty in pink is now on Two and half men
...I love that movie.
But I'm sure I completely missed the point of your journal entry.
Wait! Never mind, I figured it out haha.
Hey, your birthday isn't for a few more months. :p
I was thinking Birthday as it is not listed in the House thread.
Thanks FM for clearing that up.
While I don't know exactly what you are referring to, as I know your life to be as complex as mine...
purely from my own experience. Yet still a part of me wonders, do happy times ever truly exist? Or are they simply glitter that someone else wears to catch the light so we look and say, "ooo shiny!"...
*lost in thought*
Oh, no.. not MY birthday. Not too many people know when that is and honestly, I don't care to make any sort of BIG DEAL about it...
I don't know that I have ever known when Morri's birthday is. Oh wait ... Is for the two journal entries I saw yesterday along the lines of "You fuckers forgot my birthday!" ... ?
Some days I am just slow on the uptake. *sigh*
Reading Badger comments...
Now I get it.
And so life goes on.
DING DING DING DING!
You win a prize!
Watching movies often leaves me pondering my own life. I see these ridiculous situations, schemed as part of a plot line in movies... and the actors (and actresses) always seem to have the right words... or know exactly the right thing to do. And the responses of others are always predictable and fall right in line with the plot.
Then at the end everything works out, life is great, roll the credits... oh, let's see who the key grip was while we listen to canned music...
Don't you wish life actually worked that way sometimes?
Unfortunately it doesn't. I'm not perfect. I don't always have that perfect thing to say - and when I speak my mind, too often the response I get isn't anything close to what I would have expected. People are not that predictable when it comes to those matters and the script I was given in life - well, it hasn't been to an editor yet so I'm still working it out as I go.
Movies are a nice fantasy. Reality is a different story - no pun intended.
Exiting stage left....
I think sometimes the unpredictability of life is what keeps us going, at least for me it is.
If I could set my life up to be a perfect movie it would be boring and dull.
Being unable to predict the outcome gives me a reason to strive to be a better person, gives me ideas and goals to set, and gives me the opportunity to make a difference in something along the way. :)
I never looked at it that way Nocturnal, I always thought it was the fantasy and the ability to escape once in a while that keeps us going. Maybe it just depends on the person though.
This is my thinking behide romantic comedies...crap like that never happens in real life. I have never had an exboyfriend come runing after me down a run trying to stop me from getting on a plane or bus, or having a bunch of mishaps that would cause us to fall in love. Romantic comedies make me want to vomit.
Admitedly, there are many times when an edit would be a blessing, but would we then bother to even rehearse?
The actor that the audience flocks to see is the one who has worked hard at his art, all the while, knowing his imperfections are what made him the best on the stage.
I don't think I would want my life to work that way. I get bored with people as it is.
There are some things in our lives that way outdo those romantic comedies. Plus the sex is better.
Sex? Whats that?
That's part of why I sometimes prefer darker dramas, the stories where some things work out but not everything. The movie Franklyn is a good example of that.
I would want a life like the movies, I'd believe in dreams again.
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