Category: Life

Love Month

Once the Big Game is over today I plan to begin celebrating the Love Month in my life and in my blog. Now that doesn’t mean my writing will get all mushy and icky; although, it could have elements of both mush and ick. Instead, I plan on taking a look at love in its many forms.

If any of my readers would like to contribute I’d enjoy reading and sharing your thoughts on love, loving, and being loved giving you full credit, of course. I hope you’ll share! Be sure to give a link to your blog if you have one so folks can pay you a visit.

Now, how about a LOVE fest to kick this off?

Longing
Obsessively,
Voraciously
Evolving

Or two:

Lost
Over
Vast
Emptiness

Why not one more?

Listless
Ominous
Vestigial
Esthetic

Oh, who am I kidding?

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From Pinterest.

Cooking for Studly: Another Cookbook

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My hilarious daughter thought I needed this cookbook for my new adventures in cooking. Apparently she inherited her mom’s sick sense of humor.

I couldn’t be prouder!

Big Game Monday

The day after Super Bowl Sunday should from now on be known as Big Game Monday. The post office should be closed. Schools should be on holiday. People should have the opportunity to recover. I’ve said this for years, and I don’t know why someone hasn’t taken action.

Who must I contact to make this happen? Troy Aikman? Terry Bradshaw? We all know Congress won’t do a damned thing. Figuring I’d go right to the top I wrote this letter to the First Fan:

Dear President Obama,

Hey! How are you? How are Michelle and the girls? I’m a huge supporter. Huge.

Listen, I know you’re busy, so I won’t waste your time. We need to declare the day following the Super Bowl a national holiday. I know you watch the game, and I think you might be the person to make this happen. A little Executive Order ought to do the trick.

You know productivity on Super Bowl Monday is practically non-existent. Americans are hungover and sleep-deprived. Half the country is depressed because their team lost. The other half is giddy. No one is getting anything accomplished.

What do you say? It’s worth a try. Of course, I don’t really give a flip who wins this year, but the Cowboys might be in the big game next year, so let’s make this happen.

Oh, and Boehner is a party pooper. 😉 Keep giving him hell, and bypass him on this one.

Sincerely,
Nana Noyz

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How do I make sure he gets my letter?

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Not entrusting it to this man, for sure!

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C’mon in! Stay awhile! If our President comes through we don’t have to go to work tomorrow!

Peace, People! And thanks to Pinterest for the memes.

Going Guatemalan: Apology

Did you know that Guatemala is in Central America, not South America? After posting my article, “Going Guatemalan” last night I slept like a baby, but I awakened this morning to learn that I’d placed Guatemala in the wrong place.

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My sincerest apologies to those from Guatemala. I should have looked on a map. I hope they don’t bar me from traveling there based on this error. I’ll just have to double down on my Spanish and learn how to blame this on Studly. How does one say, “scapegoat” in espanol?

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A scene from Antigua:

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Peace, people!

Cooking for Studly: Recipe Worth Sharing

Studly Doright gave his stamp of approval to our dinner on Tuesday evening, so I thought I’d share the recipe. After all, I’m not one of those stingy folks who keeps all the good stuff to herself.

I found this recipe for Crockpot Orange Chicken at www.thefrugalgirls.com while searching for easy crockpot recipes. Usually when I find a recipe that sounds too easy I’m often disappointed in the results, but this time Studly and I were both impressed.

Crockpot Orange Chicken

4-5 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
3/4 c. Sweet Baby Ray’s original bbq sauce
3/4 c. orange marmalade
2 tbsp. soy sauce

Thaw chicken breasts. Cook in crockpot for 3 hours on HIGH. After 3 hours, drain off liquid.
Mix bbq sauce, marmalade, and soy sauce together and pour over chicken.
Cook for 30 min. In crockpot.
Serve over rice.

I’m not a big fan of orange marmalade, so I was apprehensive about that element, but it couldn’t have been any tastier. I’ll be trying more of www.thefrugalgirls.com recipes.

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Peace, People!

Going Guatemalan

If I had plenty of money I would spend it on travel; whereas, Studly would spend it on golf and motorcycles. Fortunately, I don’t mind traveling on my own, and if I leave him enough food and water he can survive on his own for a few days.

Last night the older of my two “little” brothers called me from Guatemala where he’s been all week visiting his oldest daughter, HH. She works for Teysha, an incredible company involved in empowering indigenous peoples in Guatemala. Check them out at teysha.is They sell the most exquisite handmade shoes and boots.

The lovely HH and her fiancé are planning to marry in Antigua, Guatemala, in mid-April. I hadn’t really given much thought to going, I mean, it’s in GUATEMALA, for Pedro’s sake, but then my brother said, “What’s it going to take for you to come for the wedding?”

I put up all sorts of objections. He had all sorts of answers. Bottom line, I’m going to Guatemala in April. I didn’t sleep a wink all night. I’d almost doze off and then it would hit me again: I’m going to South America!

There are so many things I need to do: brush up on my Spanish, lose 10 pounds, buy a dress, learn the Guatemalan national anthem. Do I need shots? Fortunately my passport won’t expire until this fall, so I don’t have to deal with that.

Of course the Studmeister isn’t going. After our trip to Scotland a couple of years ago he declared he’d had enough international travel to last a lifetime. And, honestly, I don’t think Guatemala is ready for Studly.

Look at these gorgeous shoes!

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Peace, People!

Candy Crush Withdrawal

Twelve step programs
Always say, first one must
Admit one has a problem.
I have a problem.

Bidding adieu to the
Crush Sisters:
Candy and Soda
Piece of cake.

Too many hours spent
Bringing fruit all the
Way to the bottom
Or eliminating bombs.

Chocolate and bears.
Candy of all colors.
Deceptively innocent
Addictive as hell.

Then, the tremors
Began. My fingers
Beat staccato trying
To find bears.

Today I searched in
Vain for the icons
Deleted two days past.
Lord, give me strength.

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Mall Thinking

People watching at the
Mall:

Elderly woman cajoles
Her husband.
Then commands.
She worries he’s done
Too much today.
Their hands touch
Briefly. He hates
Feeling old as she
Fetches Starbucks.

Thirty-somethings,
Husband and wife
Carry plump
Pillows between them.
She looks at him
With love and
Something akin to
Annoyance.
He is oblivious.

Young adults sit giggling
Heads together
Job applications stacked
Neatly between them.
Pens scratch earnestly
Between witty asides.
Don’t make me laugh!
You made me forget
My address!

Mother and pink clad
Toddler enjoy
Conversation in a
Language I cannot
Understand. Their
Eyes smile. Little
Girl dances impatiently
Eager to join others
At play.

I wonder is anyone
Watching me?

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Kentucky Bourbon Barrel Ale

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I believe Whole Foods has a new marketing approach. It works like this: Station a really good looking younger man in front of the beer cooler section. Have him look slightly perplexed. Unsuspecting older women will be sure to ask if he needs a hand. 😜 Then he’ll say, “Oh there it is! You really should try this. It’s an ale aged in Kentucky bourbon barrels.”

Let’s face it, the guy might’ve said, “You really should try this. It’s a monkey’s butt aged in peanut butter,” and I’d have purchased it.

Yes, I bought an exorbitantly priced four pack of this stuff because the guy was ridiculously cute. Thank goodness, it’s really quite good.
Well done, Whole Foods, well done.

Peace, People!

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Ok, this wasn’t him, but I’d buy whatever he’s selling, too.

When the Waitress Gets it Wrong

Today I clearly heard
Myself order a
Grilled shrimp salad
Dressing on the side,
Unsweetened iced tea
With lemon.

Imagine my surprise
When tea arrived
Sweet as a toddler’s kiss.
After a sip I sent it back
Receiving a chastened
Tea in return.

My salad arrived, a
Wide expanse of
Iceberg lettuce ringed with
Red onions and simulated
Cheeses, white and yellow,
And fried chicken.

Excuse me, miss,
I ordered grilled shrimp.
No, she said, eyes rolling
I wrote down fried chicken
See. Indeed she had,
But I’m inclined to believe me.

While taking my order
She’d outrageously
Flirted with two men
Seated at the next table,
Hoping I suppose for
Big tips.

I ate the salad anyway,
And didn’t make a fuss,
But when she came to refill
My tea, I said, with a twinkle,
Remember, dear, I asked for
Unsweet.

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