I’ve often wondered what men think about during sex or do they even think at all? Somehow I think the latter is probably closer to the truth or at least it is for my husband. That man could be dying and still want to get a little while absolutely nothing flows through his brain. Don’t get me wrong though, I have no problem with his lack of thought during sex. As long as he does his part, I’m happy.
Now, me…I am a woman and I can guarantee you that there are a million different things going through my mind even during a little lovemaking. In fact, sex is a great time for me to think about home improvements. No, really. Many decorating changes to our house have come about because of good sex. What am I supposed to be thinking? Ooh…aah…ooh?
What about you?
Promises, promises, promises…..I make them to myself frequently and then fail to follow them. One of those promises has been to keep up on my blogs. Yeah, I haven’t been very good at that one, have I? It’s not that I have giving up writing; I do that every day while working on my first book. I am also big on posting my strangely perverted, happy thoughts on Facebook, so if you are “friends” with me you aren’t missing out on much. If you want to be my little friend, you can find me at my Happy Blonde Facebook page.
Life in Happy Blonde land has included a lot of snow lately; in fact we received about 13 inches with the last storm. That equals about 1.6 inches of rainfall according to the Snowfall to Rainfall Calculator or basically not crap considering the drought we’ve been going through. See this picture? This is our neighbor’s pond last spring. It is now completely empty. Who knows, maybe with 13 inches of snow it might pass as a cup of fish soup now.
Anyhow, I am going to try and keep up my goal to blog more instead of just writing. It’s good outlet that I should utilize more, maybe I’ll be less crazy.
Since my Husband’s heritage is Mexican, I thought this was appropriate.
National Enchilada Day
Five Food Finds about Enchiladas
- The enchilada is one of the dishes mentioned in Mexico’s first cookbook in 1831.
- Enchilada is the past participle of Spanish enchilar, “to add chile pepper to”, literally to “season (or decorate) with chile.”
- Enchiladas originated in Mexico, where the practice of rolling tortillas around other food dates back at least to Mayan times.
- Writing at the time of the Spanish conquistadors, Bernal Díaz del Castillo documented a feast enjoyed by Europeans hosted by Hernán Cortés in Coyoacán, which included foods served in corn tortillas.
- In the 19th century, as Mexican cuisine was being memorialized, enchiladas were mentioned in the first Mexican cookbook, El cocinero mexicano (“The Mexican Chef”), published in 1831, and in Mariano Galvan Rivera’s Diccionario de Cocina, published in 1845.
Today’s Food History
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Ever have that awkward moment when you run into someone you should know, but you have no clue who they are? I can honestly say this has happened to me more times than I care to admit. I usually just smile, chat along with them, and pretend like I remember who they are. It’s really kind of embarrassing. Sometimes I open my mouth and something stupid comes out of it.
For anyone who grew up in Abilene, Kansas, the Central Kansas Free Fair is a big deal. Anyone who is anyone goes to the parade and fair. Even those of us who have moved away make a point to go home once a year and walk the fairgrounds. Like most kids in Abilene I grew up belonging to 4H and showing my rabbits, dogs, and projects at the fair. Going back is always fun and exciting, if not interesting.
A few years ago I went back for the yearly walk of the fairgrounds and to take the kids on the rides. I’m not sure they felt the same rush and excitement that I did at seeing who was there. It’s always fun to see who goes to fair and how much they have or have not changed. Not that I am one to talk, I certainly don’t look like I did when I was sixteen.
Walking around the carnival that night I kept seeing a dark-haired man with a mustache and goatee. He looked so familiar; I knew that he had to be from my past somehow. How on earth did I know him? Old boyfriend maybe? No, that wasn’t it, he had to be about ten years older than me. Maybe we were related. He did look a little like my cousin Paul. It was driving me absolutely insane. So, after stalking him and his girlfriend for several minutes, I finally worked up the courage to walk up to him.
“Hi, my name is Michele. You know, you look an awful lot like my cousin Paul”.
He just looked at me, shook his head, and said “Michele, you moron, I am your cousin Paul.”
Oops, OK, so I hadn’t seen Paul for a couple of years and he definitely didn’t have a mustache and goatee the last time I saw him. It’s been ten years since this happened and I still haven’t lived this one down.
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Using a public restroom can be a frightening experience because you never know what you will find. Pestilence, bubonic plague, hemorrhagic fever; who knows what horrible disease is waiting for you courtesy of a public toilet. No matter how gruesome these maladies may seem, nothing is as awful as having some idiot sit in the stall next to you when there is no one else in the restroom. That’s why the importance of bathroom etiquette is something that everyone should learn.
- Don’t sit next to anyone if you can help it. Take for example a large department store restroom with numerous stalls. When entering the restroom, look to see which stalls are unoccupied. If all are empty, use the farthest stall from the door. If someone is in that stall, use the one that is farthest away from them. At best, try to keep at least one empty spot between you and the other customer. Do you really want to listen to someone’s bodily functions?
- Control your children. I once was in a restroom when a three year old crawled under the stall wall into my area. Talk about a surprise.
- If you must sit next to someone, refrain from talking to them. No one wants to have a conversation with you right then.
- If the person next to you asks for toilet paper, politely hand it to them.
- Finally, if you pee on the seat, wipe it off.
Now, these rules are for the women’s public restroom. While I have walked into the men’s restroom on accident a time or two, I try not to frequent them. Even though I did try to pee standing up once in a frat house in a drunken haze, I’m still not really sure what happens in the men’s zone, but I imagine that some of these rules still apply. Let’s hope it’s not like the movies when one guy turns to talk to the dude next to him and pees all over his pants. Not cool.
Home bathrooms require etiquette as well, just on a smaller scale.
- If you put the seat up, put it down. Also put the lid down as well, because it’s about as sanitary as washing your toothbrush in a petri dish every time you flush.
- Warn someone if you did something stinky. Don’t let them walk into toxic fumes and take the risk of being blown up if a match is lit.
- Finally, if you use the last piece of toilet paper, replace it. It doesn’t matter if it goes under or over, that is for strung out A-type personalities anyway,
I hope you will find this information usual and never sit next to me in a stall. Trust me, I’ll know it’s you and you will suffer the revenge of the toilets.
Bright and shiny, the little 1995 Corsica was calling my name, “buy me, buy me”. It was the cutest car on the lot and would be our very first brand, new car in ten years of marriage. MY hubby and I were so excited. Every car that we owned prior to that was used. Even my 1982Datsan 280ZX was used, but it was an awesome car. It just didn’t have a back seat, so it had to go once kids came along. But that is another story.
We drove the car home on a hot summer’s day enjoying the ride stopping to get gas along the way. Ryan was close to three at this time and wanted to help his Dad pump gas. Little did we know that the small lesson in gas pumping would have such an effect on Ryan, A few days later it was an unseasonably warm day, so the kids were out front playing in the sprinkler. I watched out the front door every few minutes to keep track of them. They decided to wash the new Corsica for us and I felt that was safe. Sure, really safe until a three year old takes the gas cap off of the car! Ryan then proceeded to fill the entire gas tank full of water. He did this all in between the few seconds I was sticking my head out the door to watch them. Of course, my husband was thrilled when he got home. He had to take the entire gas tank off of the car to drain it. The problem was that wasn’t the worst of it. The temperatures were well over a 100 degrees and Ryan had managed to fill in the entire back seat full of water as well.
By the time we figured out what had happened, it smelled like something died in there.
We learned a good had lesson that day. Always invest in locking gas caps for all the cars.
Traveling with my children when they were younger was never an enjoyable experience. Amber is two and one half years older than Ryan, so they never really got along until just a few years ago. Needless to say, there have been many bloody noses , mostly on Ryan’s part after getting popped by his sister. Just driving across town with the two of them fighting in the back seat was enough to drive one insane! In fact, I remember diving down Crawford Street in Salina, Kansas as a medium-sized metal toy truck was flung at me, striking me in the back of the head. Apparently Ryan planned to bean his sister with it, let it go, and nailed me. I slammed on the brakes of the car in the middle of the street, pulled over, and refused to start the car back up until they could stop fighting. They finally behaved and off we went, with my head throbbing away.
Cars were not the only difficulty in traveling with small children. When Ryan was three we decided to take an impromptu trip to Disneyworld. The only problem was that we wouldn’t all be able to sit together on the way to Atlanta, Georgia, our layover. Robert decided to take Amber and Ryan sat with me. Not a wise decision to say the least. Ryan spent the entire flight either crying, kicking the seat ahead of him, or screaming. At one point he even stood up and lobbed a toy across the seats nailing some guy in the head. Thank goodness this was before Homeland Security because he probably would have been arrested as a terrorist, not just a terror.
Once we hit Atlanta, Ryan had settled down a bit, much to my pleasure. However, I informed Robert that he was taking Ryan for the next half of flight while Amber sat with me. We were separated by many seats so I didn’t know how well Ryan was behaving on the flight to Florida, but I couldn’t hear him, so maybe that was a good
sign. On the other hand, I felt it was only fair that my Husband get a little payback for what I had to put up with earlier. That was not to be though. After the plane had unboarded, the stewardesses had to wake up my Husband and Ryan to get off the plane. So not fair!
Last week, Sandylikeabeach, nominated me, newly-found blogger, for the Versatile Blogger Award. I was really excited and surprised at the same time. I enjoy writing and hope to someday incorporate it into my career, but the fact that someone else actually likes what I have to say amazes me. Thank you Sandy!
However, there are some things that must be accomplished along with being nominated for the award. The first is to link back to the person that nominated me, Sandy. Along with that I get to nominate and recommend 15 other bloggers for the award as well. Finally, I get to tell everyone seven bits of information about myself. Now, aren’t you excited?
Here are some great blogs that deserve this award and certainly worthy of reading:
Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays. In a way, it used to come before Christmas for me. Hopefully God won’t strike me down with a lightening bolt for that last statement. Halloween was for so long been such a huge part of my life. Finding new ideas to decorate and fun themes for costumes, who could ask for more? At least that is the way it used to be.
Seven years ago we purchased the home of our dreams (probably a nightmare for others). Our house is located south a median-size metropolitan area, about 150,000 people total. Yes, it is south of town, but still with a lot of houses in the area. I was so excited that first Halloween and decorated to the hilt. Amber and Ryan were still in their early teens, so Halloween was just as much fun them. They dressed in costumes and left with their friends to run around. Care was taken to make sure the house was spooky enough, but not enough to frighten small children. Candy was purchased and ready to go in my special candy bowl with the moving creepy hand. I even dressed up with my devil headband and sparkly read makeup. Oh, what fun we were going to have!
About 5:30 the front porch light was turned on and my excitement was stirring. I couldn’t wait for all the little children to start showing up in their costumes. Unfortunately, wait is all I did. Not a single kid or person came to our door that evening. The road we live on is very busy and had no sidewalks at the time, so I should have realized. Finally my kids came home and I was able to give out some candy to someone. This year the county installed sidewalks but I am not going to get my hopes up.