30th 12 - 2009 | comment closed

Hubby’s Getting Better At Cooking!

I proved that last night, when he volunteered to cook dinner. I allowed him because I was busy with a project that came along whose deadline is nearing. I didn’t expect anything out of the ordinary, hubby is not the world’s greatest cook, to put it euphemistically. I asked him what he will be cooking. He said it’s a secret. I was intrigued but let him have his moment alone in the kitchen. Half an hour later, a delicious aroma was wafting out of the kitchen. He called out, said that dinner’s ready, and sat down to a heavenly chicken curry. It was the best tasting curry I’ve tasted in months! The cayenne powder that he added was just the perfect amount, enough to excite the taste buds. I am so proud that hubby is finally learning to cook now. I will let him cook dinner again today; see if he continues with his perfect cooking streak.

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28th 12 - 2009 | comment closed

Running away from Home

I recently have thought about running away from home.  Not that I don’t like my family.  They are great! My mom can drive me a little crazy. That is what they are there for. I get to do anything I want. Stay up as late as I want.  It is just the pressure of growing up.  I mean, can’t there be another way? I want to curl up into a ball and let the world pass me by.  Oh well, at least my birthday is coming up.  50 here I come!

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25th 12 - 2009 | comment closed

That Girl You Were Afraid Of In High School

Let us rewind time, back to our high school days. Remember that one girl in your school: pale white skin, long black hair, all black clothes, and a scowl on her face? Do you remember how your first impression was ’she’s crazy!’? Well, thank you very much, no I’m not, and here is a little bit about me, and you can see what you missed. I am twenty two years old and I grew up in a little town (you may have heard of it) called Las Vegas, Nevada. I spent most of my life there up until I was eighteen, finishing high school through an independent study course due to the fact that I hated the high school atmosphere, but then again, didn’t we all? I then moved to Cedar City, Utah (a personal dump as I say), and then off to Clearfield Job Corps to study in the field of Health Occupations.

21st 12 - 2009 | comment closed

Dogs are our best friend

They are lovable and our protectors. She is a boxer-American bulldog mix that was the runt of the litter, blind in one eye.  Full grown, at 80 lbs, she is only 1/2 the size of her litter mates. When she was a pup, we found a plastic play gun in the front yard; a child had tossed down, because it was broken. Well, it was used to train her, to dislike guns.  It worked. I had gone to the store one day, and took her with me in the car. I was coming out of the store, when this pickup truck pulled up, next to me on the passenger side. They wanted to buy her they said. My thought was they thought she would be a good fighter, because of her size. I told them she wasn’t for sale. They got out of the truck, started walking over to my car door. As I started to get into my car, the one man put his hand back, on the side of his shirt, revealing a handgun in the waist of his pants. All hell broke loose with the dog, she wanted a piece of him, and was showing no signs of giving up, trying to get out of the car, till both of them hid on the other side of the car next to me. I’m thinking of getting her some really tough dog clothes, something that is close to being nearly indestructible. I wonder if Batman has a spare cape.

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