Pizza/Spaghetti Rice

So recently I've been trying to do more with the crockpot...The easier the better as far as I'm concerned...so to have something that will cook all day and be ready for me to eat when I get home is AUTUMN* in my book...

So far I've done broccoli cheese chicken, beanies and weenies and something I can't decide what to call it lol...it's Pizza Rice or Spaghetti Rice...

I took 1 can of spaghetti sauce, 2 cans of petite diced tomatoes with garlic and tossed in 4 chicken breasts...let it cook on low all day...The Boy came home before me and stirred it for me and when he did, the chicken fell apart - not what I wanted to happen, but it worked out in the end...We cooked some rice and served the chicken/sauce mixture over the rice and mixed it together...and it was awesome...the only improvements I would make would be to throw in some cheese near the end...I'm thinking some of the grated parmesan cheese would make it more like spaghetti...but some mozzarella would add more of a pizza flavor...

And J Boogie even liked it once we made him take that first bite...all I heard after that was "Bite Mommy!"


*AUTUMN = AWESOME in J Boogie speak

The Pursuit of Happyness

Christopher Gardner: It was right then that I started thinking about Thomas Jefferson on the Declaration of Independence and the part about our right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. And I remember thinking how did he know to put the pursuit part in there? That maybe happiness is something that we can only pursue and maybe we can actually never have it. No matter what. How did he know that?

Nope, this post isn't about the movie, but I thought the quote was appropriate...

Why can't people be happy with what they have? And by people I mean me...and by what they have I mean: I have J Boogie, who let's be honest, I never should have been able to have him...I got pregnant when I never thought I could...He survived and thrived when they said I should terminate...He was doing flippies when they were so worried they were checking for his heartbeat 4 times a day in the hospital...

So, back to this being happy thing...Why do I feel so bitter about the things I missed out on? Like the baby shower? Or breastfeeding due to the blood thinners? Or spending his first Christmas eve with J Boogie? Or taking him to get his first Christmas picture with Santa?

Why do I feel bitter about all the other people who get pregnant? Especially the ones that have more than one child? What makes them so special that they can have all the fucking kids they want, but I can't...And let's not even talk about the people who have kid after kid after kid that they don't even seem to care about...

But my end of summer resolution is to stop being such a bitch about it and be happy with the beautiful, sweet, smart, adorable, smart ass, entirely too cute and mouthy for his own good baby that I have...Even when we've done eleventy billion rounds of "Mommy" "What-y" "Mommy" or hearing baby gibberish and saying "Say what?!" and getting the response of "What!"

from 3/21/2007 - Cookie

Cookie

What a freaking SWEETIE!!! I've added new pics of her to the PLR page (in my top friends). There's a little info about her as well, but I was only with her for a few hours...

She would probably do really well with kids, not so sure about dogs though...she doesn't seem to like the "in your face" dogs, but she may have just been a little weirded out today...

She's a little underweight and has some dry skin, but she should be looking good soon. I gave her double what I normally give my dogs. Probably about 4 cups of dog food, 2 cups of home prep food (didn't measure either one though), 2 teaspoons of yogurt, 2 fish oil capsules and 2 vitamin E capsules...The fish oil should really help with her skin if we get it into her on a regular basis.

She took her shots like a CHAMP!! Every dog has argued with me about the kennel cough vax, but she did the least arguing. She even let me pull on her ears a little with no problems. My fuckhead roommate was waving his hands in her face to get her to move and she didn't even flinch. I picked her up and carried her around and she didn't care.

She loves car rides and especially liked getting in my lap while I was driving. I pushed her over and she was fine with that too. I'm hoping all works out with her foster home and she won't have to stay in the kennel for longer than a week.

Check out the pics of her on the PLR profile...

from 4/5/2007 - Things to Ponder If You’re a Biker

Things to Ponder If You’re a Biker

Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul.

Most motorcycle problems are caused by the nut that connects the handlebars to the saddle.

Life may begin at 30, but it doesn't get real interesting until about 60 mph!

You start the game of life with a full pot o' luck and an empty pot of experience... The object is to fill the pot of experience before You empty the pot of luck.

If you wait, all that happens is that you get older.

Midnight bugs taste just as bad as Noon time bugs.

Saddlebags can never hold everything you want, but they CAN hold everything you need.

It takes more love to share the saddle than it does to share the bed.

The only good view of a thunderstorm is in your rearview mirror.

Never be afraid to slow down.

Don't ride so late into the night that you sleep through the sunrise.

Sometimes it takes a whole tankful of fuel before you can think straight.

Riding faster than everyone else only guarantees you'll ride alone.

Never hesitate to ride past the last street light at the edge of town.

Never do less than forty miles before breakfast.

If you don't ride in the rain, you don't ride.

A bike on the road is worth two in the shed.

Respect the person who has seen the dark side of motorcycling and lived.

Young riders pick a destination and go...
Old riders pick a direction and go.

A good mechanic will let you watch without charging you for it.

Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to stop for the night.

Always back your bike into the curb, and sit where you can see it.

Work to ride & ride to work.

Whatever it is, it's better in the wind.

Two-lane blacktop isn't a highway - it's an attitude.

When you look down the road, it seems to never end - but you better believe, it does!

Winter is Nature's way of telling you to polish.

Keep your bike in good repair: Motorcycle boots are NOT comfortable for walking.

People are like Motorcycles: each is customized a bit differently.

Sometimes, the best communication happens when you're on separate bikes.

Good coffee should be indistinguishable from 50 weight motor oil.

The best alarm clock is sunshine on chrome.

The twisties - not the superslabs - separate the riders from the Wanna Bees.

When you're riding lead, don't spit.

A friend is someone who'll get out of bed at 2 am to drive his Pickup to the middle of nowhere to get you when you're broken down. Without asking "What the hell were you doing?"

Catching a yellow jacket in your shirt @ 70 mph can double your vocabulary.

If you want to get somewhere before sundown, you can't stop at every tavern.

There's something ugly about a NEW bike on a trailer.

Don't lead the pack if you don't know where you're going.

Practice wrenching on your own bike.

Everyone crashes. Some get back on. Some don't. Some can't.

Don't argue with an 18-wheeler.

Never be ashamed to unlearn an old habit.

A good long ride can clear your mind, restore your faith, and use up a lot of fuel.

If you can't get it going with bungee cords and electrician's tape, it's serious.

If you ride like there's no tomorrow, there won't be.

Bikes parked out front mean good chicken-fried steak inside.

There are drunk riders.
There are old riders.
There are NO old, drunk riders.

Thin leather looks good in the bar, but it won't save your butt from "road rash" if you go down.

The best modifications cannot be seen from the outside.

Always replace the cheapest parts first.

You can forget what you do for a living when your knees are in the breeze.

Patience is the ability to keep your motor idling.

Only a Biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window.

Keep the paint up, and the rubber down!

There are two types of people in this world, people who ride motorcycles and people who wish they could ride motorcycles.

Never try to race an old geezer. He may have one more gear than you.

Gray-haired riders don't get that way from pure luck.

from 6/5/2007 - No Place Like Home

No Place Like Home

So, I got up at 3: fricking 30 this morning to drive to my parents house to take them to the airport...I came back to her house to get some sleep before driving home...Jen doesn't come home until later tonight, so I wanted to let the dogs out for a little while rather than leave them locked up all day...and I had to get Capone to try to alleviate some of the stress on Jen for the week since I just left her with all the dogs last week.

Capone and I get back to my mom's house and her 2 dogs come outside to see who it is...Side note, Capone stayed here with both of her dogs for a week last year when I went out of town and he's the most submissive dog I have, he's NEVER started trouble with any other dog...all was fine outside, sniffing, running around and what not...my mom can leave bones down with her dogs with no problem...i don't/can't do that at my house and it's not something Capone is used to and he will growl if another dog comes near him when he has a bone...So, Capone is chewing on a bone and Bear (mom's male GSD) gets too close, Capone growls, I yell...I got up and took the bone away and put it up...well, 2 minutes later, one of them snaps at the other, I'm inclined to believe it was Capone that did it...I got up, ready to separate them and yell at them at the same time and they stop...Capone ran under the coffee table and Bear was whining...Capone was made to lay down and hasn't been allowed to get up...Bear was bleeding under his chin, nothing serious but he whined a little - such a sissy, not that my dogs aren't...

So that better have been a one time thing or my week is going to SUCK...or Capone will have to go back home...I was thinking he'd be able to run around with Tasha and get Bear to run around a little too since Bear is WAY overweight...

from 7/14/2007 - DC and Agility

DC and Agility

Current mood:satisfied

I went to do agility with Capone this morning, well get a basic introduction with a pro anyway...

I picked her up in DC...I HATE driving in DC and of course I ended up way off from where I needed to be...I managed to find Mike's favorite take out place, YUMS, though...

Some guy comes up next to me and makes a reference to the new magnet Adriane got me...He let me know that he wanted to pull my hair and do many other things to other parts of my body...I kinda laughed and thanked the traffic Gods that the light turned green right after that...

So the nice lady that was helping me ususally charges $60 an hour for training...and I got a free 30 minute lesson...

Capone picked up on the tunnel in a snap...the jump was a bit harder since he's used to jumping up, not up and forward...she showed him the weave poles and gave me a few things to work on that will really help if I decide to take him to trials and stuff. She also said that Capone has a great build for agility and his drive will really help him with it as well...

from 9/10/2007 - I’m such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels

I’m such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels

The professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth.

Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."

The following was actually turned in by two of his English students:

Rebecca and Gary.

THE STORY:

(first paragraph by Rebecca)
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.

(second paragraph by Gary)
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostati on 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

(Rebecca)
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.

(Gary)
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie.

(Rebecca)
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

(Gary)
Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F—KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!"

(Rebecca)
*******.

(Gary)
Bitch.

(Rebecca)
F&*%K YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!

(Gary)
Go drink some tea - whore.

(TEACHER)
A+ - I really liked this one.