Tonsil update and AFI

Dylan came through his tonsil surgery just fine. He's recuperating at his grandma's house (I don't blame him - I'd rather have her as a nurse than me!!). I'm sure he's going to be very sick of Jello and Popsicles very soon.

The American Film Institute has come up with an updated best 100 movies of all time. My comments are first, my husbands are in italics.

1. "Citizen Kane" (1941) - "Rosebud." It's ok. I'd never pick this as number 1. Agreed.
2. "The Godfather" (1972) This is a boy movie - I've never really cared for it. I don't like most gangster films.
3. "Casablanca" (1942) Great film - loved it. I wouldn't have this in my top 10.
4. "Raging Bull" (1980) Another boy movie. Like this one.
5. "Singin' in the Rain" (1952) A musical!! *shudder* Not a big musical fan.
6. "Gone With the Wind" (1939) Fantastic - love it, love the book. Well - yeah!
7. "Lawrence of Arabia" (1962) Fell asleep during this one - and I love O'Toole. Only saw it once, don't remember much about it - except the camel.
8. "Schindler's List" (1993) Amazing film - I cry every time. Very powerful film.
9. "Vertigo" (1958) Fantastic - what a thriller should be. All these so-called thriller directors should watch more Hitchcock films.
10. "The Wizard of Oz" (1939) I always found this kind creepy - flying monkeys! Everyone should watch this - I like it.
11. "City Lights" (1931) Haven't seen it. Never heard of it.
12. "The Searchers" (1956) Haven't seen it. Ditto.
13. "Star Wars" (1977) Love this movie - was obsessed with it as a girl. The first film I ever saw in the theater - love it to this day.
14. "Psycho" (1960) Creepy - not a favorite. Take it or leave it.
15. "2001: A Space Odyssey" (1968) Phenomenal - wish I could see it on a big screen. This would be in my top 10.
16. "Sunset Boulevard" (1950) Haven't seen it. Ditto.
17. "The Graduate" (1967) One of my favorites - but kind of campy. Good film, but not one of my favorites.
18. "The General" (1927) Haven't seen it. Ditto.
19. "On the Waterfront" (1954) Not a Brando fan. One of the few Brando films I like.
20. "It's a Wonderful Life" (1946) Have never seen this from start to finish - but I've probably seen the whole thing in bits and pieces. I like it. Love Jimmy Stewart. This is a Christmas standard - and that's what made me sick of it.
21. "Chinatown" (1974) Bleh. Not a Nicholson fan.
22. "Some Like It Hot" (1959) Funny. One of my hubby's favorites. She's right.
23. "The Grapes of Wrath" (1940) Didn't like it or the book (and I love Steinbeck). Haven't seen it.
24. "E.T. -- The Extra-Terrestrial" (1982) Not a favorite of mine. Too sappy for me.
25. "To Kill a Mockingbird" (1962) Out of these 100, this would probably be my #1. Fantastic book and movie. Wouldn't be my number one, but is a really good film.
26. "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington" (1939) Okay. Ditto.
27. "High Noon" (1952) Haven't seen it. Good film.
28. "All About Eve" (1950) Haven't seen it. Ditto.
29. "Double Indemnity" (1944) Okay. Haven't seen it.
30. "Apocalypse Now" (1979) Yuck. Two hours of yawn and then he chops a guy's head off. Wow. (Duvall as a crazy guy is okay)
31. "The Maltese Falcon" (1941) Haven't seen it. Really good film.
32. "The Godfather, Part II" (1974) Boy movie. Bleh.
33. "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" (1975) Can't even come close to how good the book is. Doesn't do anything for me.
34. "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" (1937) A classic. I played a dwarf in a play - this was too traumatic to make me like the movie. I was Sneezy.
35. "Annie Hall" (1977) Yuck. Big deal.
36. "The Bridge on the River Kwai" (1957) This would be in my top 10. Ditto.
37. "The Best Years of Our Lives" (1946) Haven't seen it. Ditto.
38. "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre" (1948) Haven't seen it. Ditto.
39. "Dr. Strangelove" (1964) I like this one. This would be in my top 10.
40. "The Sound of Music" (1965) One of the maybe 6 musicals I like. Ditto.
41. "King Kong" (1933) Not a favorite. I like this one.
42. "Bonnie and Clyde" (1967) Didn't like it. Bores the hell out of me.
43. "Midnight Cowboy" (1969) Okay. Ditto.
44. "The Philadelphia Story" (1940) Haven't seen it. Ditto.
45. "Shane" (1953) This would be a good movie if it weren't for that annoying kid whining "Shane, Shane." Ditto.
46. "It Happened One Night" (1934) Haven't seen it. Ditto.
47. "A Streetcar Named Desire" (1951) Brando - no. Nah.
48. "Rear Window" (1954) Great movie. Ditto.
49. "Intolerance" (1916)Haven't seen it. Ditto.
50. "Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring" (2001) I just can't get into these movies. I don't get the point. This is one of the best trilogies I've seen.
51. "West Side Story" (1961) Musical! Bleh. Gangsters dancing? No.
52. "Taxi Driver" (1976) Yuck. I think this is pretty good.
53. "The Deer Hunter" (1978) Okay. Ditto.
54. "MASH" (1970) Yuck. You have to be into that era - I don't get it.
55. "North by Northwest" (1959) Amazing. Ditto.
56. "Jaws" (1975) Scary - great movie. "We're gonna need a bigger boat." Great line. Not great, but really good.
57. "Rocky" (1976) Bleh. I like the 1st one.
58. "The Gold Rush" (1925) Haven't seen it. Ditto.
59. "Nashville" (1975)Haven't seen it. Ditto.
60. "Duck Soup" (1933)Haven't seen it. Ditto.
61. "Sullivan's Travels" (1941)Haven't seen it. Ditto.
62. "American Graffiti" (1973)Didn't like it. Again - you have to be part of the era I think.
63. "Cabaret" (1972) Okay. Nah.
64. "Network" (1976) Love this one. Another great line - you know the one! Awesome.
65. "The African Queen" (1951) Fantastic - loved it. I like this one.
66. "Raiders of the Lost Ark" (1981) Great movie. Ditto.
67. "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" (1966) Haven't seen it. Ditto.
68. "Unforgiven" (1992) Booooooooooooooooooooooooooring. What is so great about this movie????!!!??!???!??!??!!!
69. "Tootsie" (1982) Fantastic. Really good.
70. "A Clockwork Orange" (1971) Wonderful. So creepy that it's in my top 10.
71. "Saving Private Ryan" (1998) Didn't like this one that much - hubby loves it. She said it already.
72. "The Shawshank Redemption" (1994) Fabulous. Ditto.
73. "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid" (1969) Okay. Ditto.
74. "The Silence of the Lambs" (1991) Great. Here's a guy who DID pay attention to Hitchcock.
75. "In the Heat of the Night" (1967) Fantastic - amazing acting. Doesn't thrill me.
76. "Forrest Gump" (1994) Okay. Ditto.
77. "All the President's Men" (1976) Okay. Ditto.
78. "Modern Times" (1936)Haven't seen it. Ditto.
79. "The Wild Bunch" (1969)Haven't seen it. I think it's funny how Monty Python's take on this movie is about as bloody as the real movie.
80. "The Apartment" (1960)Haven't seen it. Ditto.
81. "Spartacus" (1960) Cheesy. Brilliant when made, but cheesy now.
82. "Sunrise" (1927)Haven't seen it. Ditto.
83. "Titanic" (1997)Cheesy - but good. Ditto.
84. "Easy Rider" (1969) Overrated. I don't get it.
85. "A Night at the Opera" (1935)Haven't seen it. Ditto.
86. "Platoon" (1986) Yuck. Okay for me on this one.
87. "12 Angry Men" (1957) Fantastic. Ditto.
88. "Bringing Up Baby" (1938) Haven't seen it. Funny. "Where's my intercostal clavical?" Funny.
89. "The Sixth Sense" (1999) Amazing. Ditto.
90. "Swing Time" (1936)Haven't seen it. Ditto.
91. "Sophie's Choice" (1982) Haven't seen it and didn't really like the book. Haven't seen it.
92. "Goodfellas" (1990) Boy movie - but I like this one. Not a fan.
93. "The French Connection" (1971) Good. One of the best car chases ever filmed.
94. "Pulp Fiction" (1994) Great. Ditto.
95. "The Last Picture Show" (1971)Haven't seen it. Ditto.
96. "Do the Right Thing" (1989)Bleh. One of the few Spike Lee films I like.
97. "Blade Runner" (1982) Bleeeeeeeeeeeeh. My husband loves this and I just don't get it. I think it's dark and boring and weird. And I think Harrison Ford ***IS*** a replicant. Yeah - I like this. She's so wrong. We're getting a divorce now.
98. "Yankee Doodle Dandy" (1942) Okay for a musical. I get that song stuck in my head all the time. James Cagney singing - come on....he's a gangster.
99. "Toy Story" (1995) Okay for a cartoon. It's a good film.
100. "Ben-Hur" (1959) Okay. Charleton Heston is one of the greatest actor's ever. (said very sarcastically in a hilarious Charleton Heston voice.)

We want to know....where is:

Giant?
Dr. Zhivago?
The Last Emporer?
Empire of the Sun?
Planet of the Apes? (This is Jeff's question - NOT MINE.)

Also, I wish there were more movies from when I was alive.

By the way, the links take you Roger Ebert's "Great Movies" reviews.

Tonsils, Geckel, and Nudists! (oh my)

In about 12 hours my older son is getting his tonsils out. I'm so worried about this. I know it's a fairly routine procedure. But still.....it's my BABY. I had mine out when I was 17 and it was horrible. Although I did lose about 30 lbs. in a month. So if you're looking for a drastic, one-time-only weight-loss plan: have some serious throat surgery. I'm sure Dylan will be fine, but I can guarantee I will not get much sleep tonight and will be a wreck until I can see him after the procedure. Even more fun is that Noah has to have this done in a few months.

The news is so ghastly today - plane crash, things exploding in New York, and some horrible child neglect thing. Since all of that has been covered and covered and covered, I will offer you some quirkier stuff.

Since we no longer have Kat for the science news, I give you "geckel." This is the newest kind of adhesive. Not too exciting until you start wondering if YOU can walk on walls.

We're almost all going to be fat. But that's ok, because now they're going to make movies about us. Too bad "Hairspray" is a musical - can't stand 'em. I just can't suspend disbelief enough to buy into people just bursting into song. (Aside: My mom used to make up songs on the spot from the last word someone said. This bothered me to no end when I was a kid. When I was about 8, 9, 10? I said to her, "I bet you can't make up a song from ANY word you hear." She said she could. So I said, "Zebra." This is what she came up with: "I used to wear and A-bra and now I wear a Z-bra." This may have something to do with my dislike of musicals.)

But at least he won't get Parkinson's disease.

Reason 123,679,654,365,564,656 why I can't stand tree-people. Furthermore, there are some places on the body where frostbite is NOT GOOD YOU IDIOTS!!!!! Although...maybe it will limit their ability to breed....hmmm....strip away morons.

News

I haven't done a news update in quite a while so here we go:

Don't mess with the Queen. She's the Queen for Pete's sake.
Snooty photographer: 0, Queen: 1

From the who-really-give-a-rip-at-this-late-date files - I like the Doors. Kinda. But really, who cares?

From the DUH!!! files - it shouldn't be any other way.

People get hit by lightning while wearing I-Pods. My question is what were you doing out in the dang rain to begin with???

While I wouldn't mind finding a few thousand dollars, this just seems......icky.

I like to be early for things. Somehow I always have friends who are consistently late. This MAKES ME EXTRAORDINARILY ANGRY. And they act like it's my fault for being punctual. I think being late to things all the time is unbelievably rude and ill-mannered. But a YEAR early - I'm not quite that bad.

Now I FINALLY understand why my husband is a beer snob. If this is what most Budweiser drinkers look like - uh - hand me a snooty beer please.

HA!!!

SO THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PUFF PUFF!!!

***VACATION***

Well obviously I don't need a vacation from my blog - I'm so bad at this. In any event, this is our first *real* vacation in a very long time. We're not doing anything too spectacular, but just lazing around sounds soooooooooooooooooooooo good.


Anyway, I think they should have named it "Wisconsin."

Hey!

Happy Father's Day

I'm so lucky to have 3 great dads in my life right now.

My dad is wonderful man - truly a gentleman in the classic sense. I'm hard pressed to think of anyone who doesn't like and admire him. I think my best memory of me and my dad is when we went to Florida when I was about 8 years old. We went to the beach and spent what seemed like hours playing in the surf. He would pick me up and throw me into the incoming waves and it was just so much fun.

My father-in-law is also a really nice person - funny and open and generous.

I'm also very lucky to have my husband. He is so wonderful with the boys and always there for them. Jeff and Dylan are so crazy together - the two of them and their goofiness always keep me laughing. Jeff is also just mad about Noah. I've hardly seen anyone be so patient with a kid. Noah is a Daddy's boy through and through.

I hope all of you have a great Father's Day!!! Love you much!!

Beautiful Video

I wish I knew how the person made this video - it's breathtaking!

3 am

I hate when I can't sleep. My husband just lays down, closes his eyes, and falls asleep. How does he do that? Unless I'm at the point of complete exhaustion, I toss and turn and fret and worry. I suppose I could take pills, but I hate to do that. I have to be bleeding out the eyes before I go to a doctor for pills. My mom swears by this OTC stuff called melatonin, but I've never tried it. I guess it's not a big deal to be up this late on a Saturday - but this happens on weekdays and that's really bad. I've been a bad sleeper ever since I was a baby. Anyway, I'm just rambling now - I'm really tired, maybe I should go read something boring or watch something dumb on TV. Anyone with any tips - let me know.

Apocalypto

Now I feel bad for making fun of this movie. I just watched it and really liked it. Whether or not you like Mel Gibson, this is a great film. Of course there is a ton of criticism about portraying the Mayans as "savage." Well they were kind of. As were the Romans, the Crusades, etc. I don't think Mel is trying to say that savageness is ALL the Mayans were about. It's a wonderful story - thrilling, beautifully filmed, engrossing, etc. I've also seen some criticism about the historical inaccuracies in the film. It's a good thing I don't get my history from films, huh? I didn't EXPECT it to be a documentary - it's a movie. If you want the "real" history go buy a book or something.

Had a really nice weekend with the folks. So good to get out of town and just relax for a few days.

Blogging from Mom's

I love that my parents finally got high-speed internet. Now I can blog from the middle of nowhere! I've been trying to get my mom to do her own blog. She just refuses to do it. I think we should all harrass her about this until she gives in.

NY shoe store so big it gets its own zip code. Awesome. Someone want to come buy shoes with me? (Books, shoes, and purses are the only things I *really* enjoy shopping for - maybe DVD's too.)

This guy has never watched any of the Star Wars movies. I think that's ok. I've never seen Grease (and never will).

I can't believe this didn't happen in Wisconsin.

Slow news day

Not much out there on the news today, but I'll give it a shot:

Gay flamingos!!! (I think the pink color was a give away.) I'm only putting this one up to irritate my mom. *grins in an evil way*

And I thought *I* was a heavy sleeper!!!

Back to the gay thing (and to irritate my mom some more), I read somewhere on the internet that there's some sort of evidence that the more older brothers a man has, the more likely he will be gay. This only applies to boys with the same mother (although they didn't mention anything about different fathers or long stretches of time between pregnancies). The theory is that with the first pregnancy where the mother carries a boy, her body sees the foreign substances on the Y chromosome as something to develop antibodies against. So for future pregnancies that are boys, the mother's body starts using these antibodies against the male fetus somehow affecting the masculine infusing qualities of the Y chromosome. This is all theoretical, of course. Not every male who has older brothers will be gay and there are certainly gay eldest sons or only children. I guess I won't REALLY worry about it until Noah asks for a stuffed pink flamingo. And when he does, it'll all be Dylan's fault anyway. Gives me something more to guilt him for! :)

Wisconsin

Who remembers the mutated deer from a few posts back? Well now we have mutated calf. It has two noses. I was going to put the picture link in, but it's pretty gross - Google it if you really need to see it. Again I have to ask what the heck is going on in Wisconsin? I'm getting a little afraid of that state. If I see another Wisconsin mutation story, I may move - they're only two states away!!!

Don't trust the sunscreen. The article says, "The best clothing for sun protection is tightly woven, thick garments made of denim, wool or polyester, not cotton, linen or acetate." I don't want skin cancer, but I don't think I'm going to run around covered head to toe in wool this summer. Have these scientists every been outside??? So maybe you won't get skin cancer, but you'll die from heat exhaustion. Since the cancer seems like a slower death, I'll pick that! There's a lot of sunshine in Wisconsin - maybe they should cover their deer and cows in wool or denim.

Skinny people are fat on the inside. Well that sure gives us chubbies a cheap thrill!

Um

"Mommy, you said we were going to see SPIDERMAN - not some scrawny twerp in Spiderman pajamas!!!"

Light blue, dark blue

Maybe it's genetic. I was very impressed earlier today when my 4 year old told his dad that one car was light blue and the other was dark blue. I had no idea that he knew how to make such distinctions. As I'm writing this he's on the floor kicking and hollering because he can't have a cookie before bed. It's a good thing he's REALLY cute when he's cute.

Puppies and babies

So my husband entered some paintings in a local art show this weekend. I am far too biased to judge whether or not his were the best (duh, of course they were). We were told that this show would be "juried." To me, juried means that 3 or 4 people who have some sort of a clue about art judge the paintings on their merits as works of art. Instead this was popular vote by anyone who came in to see the art. I have to (painfully) admit that Jeff got his butt kicked in the watercolor section. Some woman did a painting of a bridge that was just astonishing. (Although, his paintings weren't actually watercolor - he uses gouache, which is watercolor with a gum base - it's different. But apparently no one had ever heard of that so they stuck him in watercolor.) But in the oil and pastel categories, the paintings that "won" were of a baby (oil) and a puppy (pastel). I mean no disrespect to the artists who created those - they are certainly light years better than anything I could ever do. Yet even if Jeff's painting weren't in that category, the winners still weren't the best. They were the cutest. We didn't realize that he should be aiming for cute. So next year he's going to enter a painting based on something like this:



I'm absolutely positive he'll win.

Art Show

My husband is going to have some work in a local art show this weekend. Here are his entries:

(He's also entering two pictures I've had up here before - the buffalo and the bridge)

Attack of April

Slightly over six hours left in this wretched month. If it weren't for Noah's birthday, I'd sign up for a medically induced coma for the month of April.

My poor hubby has strep. Who gets strep when it's 80 degrees outside??? People who know me in April, that's who!!

And then there's the cat. (Kat might want to skip this part.) My poor cat has an ear hematoma. Basically his paper thin ear just keeps filling up with blood. It's horrible. We've had 2 drain tubes put in and nothing is working. His poor ear is all deformed now.

I think I may just hide under the covers for the next six hours or so.

My mom sent me an interesting email on the origins of "mayday" and now I can't find it. Evil evil April stole it.

See you tomorrow when I'll be in a vastly better mood (assuming that a meteor doesn't land on my car in the next few hours, the washing machine doesn't start eating the dryer, the other cat finally gives in and comes out as a dog, and sparks start shooting out of my head).

Kids

We tried to make Noah earn his keep....

...but he got kind of mad!



If you think this kid needs a haircut, please comment!!!!!!

The Queen

Watched a fantastic movie today called "The Queen." It's stars Helen Mirren (who won the Best Actress Oscar - deservedly) as Queen Elizabeth II. The movie tells the story of the week that Princess Diana died. The acting in the movie is just amazing. You really start believing that you're watching the real people involved. The story itself is just mesmerizing. It's so interesting to see how there was such a clash between the traditional Queen and modern Prime Minister. At first the Queen seems so cold and distant - it's so obvious that the Royal Family disliked Diana. But her primary struggle is so internal. She wants to stick by the old traditions and protocols, but the situation demanded something different. The whole concept of a monarchy and royalty seems so strange when you're from this country. The whole family seems so stiff and formal - almost trapped by their traditions. But you also do get the feeling that the Queen cares for her family (especially her grandsons) and her country. It's difficult to fault her behavior when she really knows no other way to behave. At one point she says something like, "Country first, self second." She truly believes this and has LIVED it her entire life. Not many people can say that. This is a movie that I am going to buy. I highly recommend it.

P.S. Prince Phillip comes off looking like a class A jerk. I did some reading about him and he does seem woefully out of touch and snooty. He weirdly insists on taking Diana's sons hunting every day. Maybe it's a British thing, but I can't imagine taking children hunting when their mother just died. What strange, strange lives these people lead.

A new recipe

Here's a new recipe for you. This is a lot of work, but absolutely divine. Credit to my mom for finding this one.

Garlic Chicken

Ingredients:
1 or 2 heads of garlic (these are HEADS, not cloves - use as much or as little as you like)
2 cans chicken broth
4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
6 tbsp butter - separated in half
3 tbsp flour
1/4 cup dry white wine
1 large lemon, peeled, seeded, and sliced

Directions:
Separate garlic cloves.
Simmer garlic in water for 15 minutes in a small pot
Drain water and remove peels from garlic - do not crush garlic!
Put all cloves back into pot with the broth and simmer for 45 minutes
In a large REGULAR skillet (not teflon), melt butter over medium heat
Chicken can either be cut into bite size pieces or left whole
Salt and pepper chicken to taste and brown thoroughly in skillet - does not have to be cooked through, just well browned.
When chicken is done, remove to a medium casserole dish
Preheat oven to 350
When garlic is done simmering, remove from pot with slotted spoon to the casserole dish. Reserve the broth.
In the same skillet chicken was browned in, melt 3 tbsp butter and add the flour to make a roux
SLOWLY add the chicken broth. Let a little bit dribble in and incorporate it into the roux completely before adding more. Use a wooden spoon to scrape up all the browned bits from the bottom of the pan.
Slowly add the wine.
Put the chicken and garlic back into the skillet with the sliced lemon and let simmer for 10 minutes.
Put everything back into the casserole dish and bake, covered, for 45 minutes.
Serve alone or over pasta.

The sauce for this dish is amazing. We usually make sure to have a nice crusty bread with this to sop up every last bit.

Enjoy!!

March/April Blues

I don't have much luck in March and April. Bad months for me.

1993 - My son goes into the hospital with rotovirus, every appliance in my house broke down - VCR, fridge, washing machine, had to get the tie rods fixed on my car, and then it all culminated with my uncle dying.

2007 - My aunt dies, my dad gets very sick, my dad goes into the hospital, my cat's ear like blows up, and, as I type this, we are in the first tornado watch of the season.

Nine days left in this month - keep your fingers crossed for me that nothing else happens.

Here's a happy article for you:

I am now a fan of the Miss America pageant. Good for you lady.

Ash

I have this beautiful cousin (she's actually my cousin's daughter - has always been more like a niece to me) and today is her 18th birthday. She was almost born in my car. Only in my family would it seem normal to send a pregnant (and overdue) 19 year old off on a road trip with her 16 year old cousin (me) to see why the baby was late. We got about 1/2 hour out of town and things started happening. I never drove so fast in my life getting her back (this is in the middle of NOWHERE). I'm lucky I didn't kill all of us with my driving. About every 2 miles, my cousin would apologize in advance in case her water broke on my seats. I would just yell at her to shut up and breathe. Of course we were so young and stupid we had no idea that first babies take a LONG time to be born. Ashton wasn't born until two days later.

Ashton is a beautiful, smart, funny, loving young woman. She's always had a very special place in my heart (especially since I'll never have a daughter). I'd put a picture up, but I don't know how she'd feel about that. I wish her all the best and all my love. Happy Birthday Ashton, I love you.

I changed my mind....

....just go ahead and fire the wimp. "Imus said he wouldn't resign but said his critics had the right to call for his firing." Now he DOES deserve to be fired. It's bad enough that these morons make these ridiculous comments - but it's just as bad that they then go on every show in the world to say how sorry they are. No they're not. They're sorry they made equine butts of themselves and got caught. Now they're just doing damage control.

Still haven't gotten my pics off my camera. Check back tomorrow! :)

Uh-oh in the morning

Since it's a holiday I thought I'd blog about stupidity and hate. That's always fun.

Imus, Imus, Imus - what were you thinking man? I've never been a fan of his. I always found him a little bit boring and his over-the-topic antics just seemed like someone trying too hard. I'm sure anyone who is on the net at all has read about his remarks about the Rutgers women's BB team. I think what he said was really insulting and unbelievably idiotic. BUT....all of these calls to fire him and "punish" him I think are kind of silly. The same goes for Mel Gibson, Michael Richards, and the Dixie Chicks (I just have to interject here to say that I once saw this very funny comedian who said that he was going to start an all-boy country group and call them the Chixie Dicks - ahahahhaha). Anyway, all of these activists and groups need to quit demanding that something "be done" about people who make remarks they don't like. The interesting thing to me is that with the Dixie Chicks it WAS done. The constituency that didn't like what they said quit buying the records, quit buying the tickets, and made it very clear to the radio stations that they didn't want to hear them on the air or they would quit listening (of course the twits in the entertainment industry had to do a pitiful retaliation by giving them a ton of Grammys - that no one cares about anyway). That's what should be done with Imus. Don't buy the products from advertisers on his show - or anything from the stations involved. Once it hits the pocketbook, someone will do something. It's funny to me that when the Dixie Chicks were boycotted the entire left screeched about the Dixie Chicks' free speech being violated. It WAS NOT. They were perfectly free to say whatever they wanted and the consumers were perfectly free to respond in a manner that they felt was appropriate. NBC shouldn't have to fire Imus for what he said (the certainly CAN if they want to, but they aren't REQUIRED to). If the public is upset enough about it they will let NBC know and they will act accordingly - just like with the Dixie Chicks. I wonder if the left will screech about Imus' rights being violated then? I doubt it - only the left gets to say any nasty thing it wants to without repercussions. Did anyone freak out when Harry Belafonte called the African-Americans in Bush's cabinet Uncle Toms? Did Al Sharpton call for him to be punished and threaten to picket until something was done? Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. That's another topic though. It's just such a crybaby attitude - "oh please go do something about this big bully that called us names." YOU go do something. Why do I even have to say this? Didn't we first learn this lesson with the Montgomery bus boycotts? Instead of whining to the government to save you from the big meanies, be proactive, be a smart consumer, let the market take care of the problem.

'Nuff of that. The holiday was great for us. It's so nice to be at my mom and dad's place. We all had a great time and ate a ton of good food. Noah got to have his second birthday celebration. He got cowboy boots, a hat, cap guns (liberal freak out alert), and a badge. I'll post a picture as soon as I get them off my camera. Hope everyone else reading this had a happy weekend.

Strange news, good news, and really weird views.

Strange news first.

I am now re-thinking my wish to be cremated - because I don't want to be snorted or pressed into a diamond. Well the diamond thing isn't so bad - but when I mentioned it to Dylan, he said, "Yeah, then I can sell you on Ebay." No respect from that kid. Note to the world - it's pine box for me all the way. (Shot into space like Scotty might be ok though.)

I guess the name Bachman-Turner-Overdrive was taken. Probably a good thing. I think parents should legally be able to name their kids anything they want to, but maybe the Swedish government showing some sense is ok too.

Good news

Apparently the nursing programs in this state are doing a great job. Way to go!


Ok - Weird Views.

I haven't blogged much about my husband, Jeff. I don't know why. I would certainly never gripe or complain about him on here - that's just rude. And honestly, he's a great guy so there isn't much griping and complaining to do. And while *I* think he's cute, a picture of him with a pull-up on his head would just be freaky. He's smart, funny, talented, and just really a good person. I probably don't deserve him. I'm sure he puts up with a lot of really obnoxious things from me, but we won't go there. Just to brag, he really is very talented. Here's proof:


The first two are oil and the last is ink. As you can see, he's really into to comic art. This is where we get the really weird views.

We own the new version of Superman. I blogged about it before. I liked it. I like most of the Superman movies and stories. Anyway, in the new movie there is a scene where a bad guy shoots a pistol at Superman. The bullet hits his eye in slow-motion and the bullet just pancakes and drops to the ground. Stay with me - it gets really complicated now. So my husband says that in the first Superman movie, as well as the comic books, Superman's father, Jor-El (I can't believe I know that), explains that Superman's molecular structures is many times more dense than that of humans. My husband argues that if Superman is so molecularly dense that a bullet pancakes upon hitting his eye, then he would just destroy the earth. He would be like a giant sucking black hole killing everyone and everything. At the very least, he would destroy everything he touched, leave giant craters wherever he walked, kill anyone he merely laid a finger on, crush anything he tried to sit on, or, when taking off to fly, send the Earth spinning wildly out of control. Furthermore, if Superman has all this fantastic collective Kryptonic knowledge of physics, science, etc., passed on to him by his father, why is it that the best thing he could think of to be on Earth is a newspaper reporter - and not even the best one.

For some INSANE reason, I tried to join into this discussion with the theory that maybe Superman never really "touches" anything. He can fly - maybe it's just superbly controlled hovering. And maybe the bumbling reporter is just a cover. Jeff quickly countered with A) if he's that molecularly dense he would be so heavy and have such a huge mass that he would be, in effect, a black hole destroying everything in it's path, despite any hovering and B) why does he even need a cover? and why not a better one? At least work for the BBC or some international news agency.

Keep in mind that I'm already cracking up laughing at the tone of indignity that Jeff is taking about this whole issue - like any of it matters. But the absolute funniest, gut-busting, screamingly funny thing he said was this: And if Superman is so great, why is his arch-enemy just a normal bald guy?

I don't know, honey, you tell me!

Guest Blogging - Sioux Lady

Below is a piece written by Sioux Lady. Anyone who wants to "guest blog" on here - just let me know. Being the control freak that I am, I will OF COURSE vet the piece first, but what the heck - it is MY blog! Enjoy.

A PERFECT DIAL “M” FOR MURDER

The similarities and differences between Alfred Hitchcock’s 1954 “Dial M for Murder” and Andrew Davis’s 1998 remake “A Perfect Murder” tell us more about cultural changes that have occurred in the last 44 years than they do about the movie-making skills of either.

They movies have the same plot line. A money-desperate husband plots the murder of his beautiful, elegant, heiress wife who he knows has taken a lover and will leave him. He hires/blackmails someone else to do the “wet work.” He leaves her apartment key in a hidden place and shows the killer how that will guarantee his easy access. The killer is to make the killing look like a robbery gone wrong. The husband arranges to be surrounded by others miles from home while the deed is being done, but calls home at just the right time to place his wife in the “kill zone.” The husband hears the murder attempt taking place over the open line. However, the wife kills the killer. The husband makes a key blunder which eventually proves he is guilty of conspiracy to commit murder.

Some plot differences: Hitchcock’s movie is set in London; Davis’s in New York. In “Dial M,” the hired killer is an old Oxford schoolmate of the husband who is a complete stranger to the wife. He was a petty thief at school and, using an alias, has become much worse since – mostly bilking lonely women. In “Perfect,” the hired killer, using an alias, is the wife’s lover. He was a juvenile delinquent and has served time in prison as an adult where he developed an innate artistic talent. He, too, has spent his time since bilking lonely widows and is currently wanted for theft of bearer bonds. The wife does not know of his past and is helping to promote his artistic talent. In both cases, the husband uses the threat of exposure and the payment of a lot of money to get the killer to do the deed.

In “Dial M,” the husband finds a letter from the lover to the wife and mails her anonymous blackmail threats. The wife shares these letters with her lover. In “Perfect,” the husband sets detectives on the lover to learn of his past and on his wife to get pictures of her liaisons. The husband also writes a phony blackmail letter, but doesn’t send it. Both husbands contrive to have the killers pick up dropped envelops containing the love letter in “Dial M” and the blackmail letter and pictures in “Perfect” to place their fingerprints thereupon and use this as part of the threat. In both movies, the husband has the killer in the apartment in order to demonstrate how the murder is to be done. In “Perfect,” however, this requires the husband and lover/killer to meet twice; once when the proposition/threat is made at the lover/killer’s apartment and, again, at the husband’s apartment. This is important to the plot because it gives the lover/killer an opportunity to tape record the husband’s killing directions.

The most important plot difference between the two movies is that, in “Dial M,” the wife, after killing the killer, picks up the phone and finds her husband on the line. In a state of shock, she he tells him what happened. He tells her not to touch anything or call the police and rushes home. After sending her to lie down in the bedroom, he re-arranges the evidence to incriminate her. He places the love letter in the dead killer’s pocket, takes the apartment key out of the killer’s pocket and places it back in his wife’s purse, burns in the fireplace the scarf the killer had tried to use to strangle the wife and replaces it with her stockings to make it look like she planted them there after using them to make “strangle” marks on her neck. He is successful in all of this and she is tried, convicted and sentenced to death for the murder of a blackmailer.

In “Perfect,” the husband arrives home before the police. He goes first to “console” his blood-soaked wife and finds the blood trail back to the kitchen where the killer lies dead with a ski-mask on. He only has time to take her apartment key out of the dead man’s pocket and put it back on her key ring and make scratches on the back door faking a forced entry before the police arrive. Imagine his surprise when the ski-mask is removed and the dead man is not the lover, but a complete stranger the lover hired to do the “wet work.”

The cultural differences between the two movies are immense. First, as to violence. In “Dial M,” while we see the killer try to strangle the wife and her use a scissors to stab him in the back – not one drop of blood is shown. The killer falls backwards on to the scissors which drives it in deep enough to kill him. The place where the killer fell is covered by an area rug in later scenes. That is all the violence there is in the whole movie. In “Perfect,” we see the killer try to murder the wife and her use a handy meat thermometer to stab him in the throat. Blood squirts. There is blood smeared everywhere and one great pool of it. This movie has two more violent scenes.

Language. There is not a “hell” or a “damn” in the whole of “Dial M.” “Perfect” is littered with the “f” word among others.

Sex. In “Dial M,” the husband and wife exchange hello and goodbye spousal kisses. The lover barely touches the wife and the only way we know of any sex between them is because the husband tells the killer he followed them once to the lover’s apartment where they were making spaghetti together. Unless “making spaghetti” was some fifties euphemism for going at it hot and heavy, that is as much “sex” as there is. In “Perfect,” torrid bed scenes and passionate embraces between the wife and lover leave nothing to the imagination – darn it!

The most interesting cultural difference, however, is the difference between the role of the men and women in the two movies particularly that of the two detectives and the two leading ladies. (The role of the lover in “Dial M” is not important. He believes his lover to be innocent and, being a writer of mystery novels, realizes what must have happened, but he cannot prove it.) In “Dial M,” the Scotland Yard detective is the hero of the story. Learning of some odd behavior on the part of the husband after the wife’s conviction, he realizes that something “smells.” With further investigation, he figures out what really happened, entraps the husband, saves the hapless, dazed and confused wife from the gallows and delivers her into the arms of her lover.

In “Perfect,” while the detective believes there is something wrong with the scenario that the killer was robbing the apartment when surprised by the wife who he then tries to kill, he has not the least idea of what really happened. It is the wife who figures it out. She is not just a housewife like the fifties “Dial M” wife, but a high-powered – at least tri-lingual – career woman who works as an assistant to a United Nations ambassador. After the attack she had been as hapless, dazed and confused as the “Dial M” wife, but after a time she gets over it, attempts to contact her lover, gets on with her plan to leave her husband and moves out. She is suspicious that he might have been behind the attack and uses her high-level contacts to have his finances investigated. She learns that he is in deep financial trouble. When she confronts her husband, he shows her proof of her lover’s past and his “proof” of her lover’s attempt at blackmail. She accepts it all as factual, apologizes to him and moves back in. The husband kills the lover who attempts to blackmail him with the recording he had made. The lover – who did really love the wife – had sent her a copy of the recording, but the husband intercepts it and puts it in a safe in the apartment.

“Perfect” does not quite make clear what re-arouses the wife’s suspicions, but, becoming so, she figures out the combination to the safe, finds the recording, and locates the key piece of evidence. Instead of calling the police, she taunts the husband into trying to kill her. Once he strikes her and she has proof of his second attempt, she pulls a gun and shoots him dead in self-defense. When the detective arrives he listens to the recording and gazes at the wife in awe. I did, too!

How did “Dial M” end? The detective first clears the wife using the key piece of evidence; then uses it to entrap the husband. The four main characters are now all in the apartment together. The husband makes a half-hearted attempt to flee, but when he finds the exits guarded, he goes to the bar to pour himself a drink. He cordially asks his wife and lover if they would like one. They graciously accept. The camera pans to the detective who takes a comb from his pocket to smooth his “veddy” English moustache as he smiles in smug self-satisfaction. How civilized!

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to figure out which of the movies I prefer.

A Big 4 Kid

Today my little baby turns 4. He's been going on and on about being "a big 4 kid" now. This little guy is such a joy. His older brother made me learn to be a grown up, but Noah has sure made me learn to enjoy it. It's funny to me how different my two boys are. Noah is much much much more mercurial than his brother. But he's funny, and whip-smart, stubborn, cute, wild, naughty, and nice all rolled into one. He is also very very very much a daddy's boy. But that's ok with me - a) it's something that every boy should have and b) when he wakes up at 2 in the morning, he doesn't want me!!! You never think when you love one kid so much that you could ever love another, but amazingly, your heart just grows and grows to make room. I can't imagine a world without Noah. Happy Birthday my love.

Been a while....

I know it's been a while, but it's been a really hectic past few days - and next week is going to be just as busy. I only wanted to stop in and post this clip for you. I hope you like this. I think it's a riot. I hope to get back to my quasi-regular blogging late next week.

Newsalypto

Flu update - Noah is back to 100%. Also, he hit a potty training milestone last night that is a little to gross to discuss in public, but off in the hazy distance I now see a future without Pull-Ups. Whoopee!

On to the news:

A small quiz:

Define asinine:
A. Mayans use a purification ritual to drive away bad spirits left by President Bush.
B. Hillary's re-rant about that vast, right-wing conspiracy.
C. Both

Maybe Mel Gibson can make a new Mayan movie, "Conspiralypto: The Vast Right Wing."

Catalypto: Stray cats attack people. (Note that "cats" is not capitalized - this story does not refer to Brian Setzer and his bandmates running amok.) I may have to be nicer to Sinatra and Twister - they may turn on me yet.

Pizzalypto: It may be time to dig up that old phrase "conspicuous consumption." $1000 for a pizza? Madness. For that price the pizza better wash its own dish when you're done.

Globalypto: How to solve global warming (or Richard Branson just has way too much money).

Myocardioinfarctalypto (ok - I'm stretching this waaaaay to thin). Don't have a heart attack on weekends. You'll die. Because of the vast right-wing, no doubt.

The Unicorn did it!!!! Mythobeastalypto!!!!

F L U

So now my little boy has Influenza A and strep throat. The poor kid is a wreck. I HATE when little kids are sick. They feel so bad and they don't know why. I would give anything to be able to take all his sickness and have it be me who feels bad. He's being such a trooper and so brave. He can always manage a smile, a kiss, and a hug - even when he feels bad. I love that kid so much it just hurts. Luckily I have a wonderful mother who is going to come down on Monday to stay with him so we don't have to miss a bunch of work. THIS is why we moved back to this state. My mom is so great.

Now on to a big rant.

Apparently, no insurance company will pay for Tamiflu, the anti-viral medication. The doctor prescribed it for my son and for everyone else in the household. It's not a cure, but it can ease symptoms and help prevent others in the house from getting the flu. It make absolutely no sense to me that insurance will not pay for this. They consider it "optional" treatment. But wouldn't it be better for the rest of us NOT to get the flu? Wouldn't it cost the insurance companies (and our employers) MORE money if we all get really sick?!?!?!!??!?! Senseless. But since we're dealing with an industry that sees no problem paying for Viagra, yet balked for years at paying for birth control - I guess we're not dealing with any kind of logical thinking. The insurance won't even pay for the Tamiflu for Noah and HE ACTUALLY HAS THE FLU. Dumb. This stuff costs $78 for each person. So $78 x 4 people in my family = $312. Nice.

Send your best wishes to the little guy.

Tasina Appleseed...or how I learned to hug a tree

Oh the things we do for love. I got into a mostly joking argument with a dear relative about the environment. I have pledged to plant a tree in her honor when she is no longer with us. And not just plant the thing, but take care of it, and even replace it if it dies. (It's hard to grow trees in Siberia...er....South Dakota.) I draw the line at talking to the damn thing, although I may offer a word or two to her as I lovingly tend to my new plant.

But let's get one thing straight - I don't HATE the environment. It's environmentalists I have a problem with. Especially nutty, tree-hugging, people-hating, hypocritical, mis-informed, dogmatic environmentalists. Mr. Gore and his ilk present their argument as incontrovertible fact, when the FACT is they are presenting an argument. And any argument has at least two sides. I've had all the green propaganda and like any thinking, rational creature should do, I went out and looked for some other viewpoints. I'm not a scientist - I don't just *know* these things. I read "Trashing the Planet" by Dixie Lee Ray, I read "In A Dark Wood" by the guy that wrote it (can't think of the name right now), I've researched the issue (goodness, I'm starting to sound like Tom Cruise on a rant against psychiatry). But the truth is the tree people are being glib.

Global warming is NOT a fact. It's a theory...and not even a very well-built theory at that. Should a person CHOOSE to subscribe to that theory - fine. But don't make ME subscribe to it. Don't make me switch all my light bulbs to low-wattage just because YOU think I should. (I read an article on this very proposal in California recently but don't have the link handy.) I've seen the argument for global warming and I've seen the argument against. In MY mind, I find the latter to be more credible. Does this mean I burn tires in my backyard? Drop diapers out of car windows? Leave all my lights burning madly day and night? Of course not. Nor would I recommend that anyone do so. More importantly, I'm not trying to legislate my beliefs onto anyone else.

Anyway, I've spent way more time on this topic than I ever planned. Honestly, I find it all kind of boring and unimportant in the grander scheme of things. Beyond a few humorous jabs at the tree people, there's nothing much about environmentalism that interests me at all. 'Nuff said!

I was going to put up another recipe, but all my shows are coming on. Ha! I'll try to get one up tomorrow.

Peace, love, and greenhouse gases to you all! :)

Some News

We've been dealing with an almost 4 year old with a stomach virus. I'm sure you can imagine how things have been. I wouldn't recommend this as a punishment for the worst criminal. It's a good thing he's cute or we'd never put up with this!!! One cute thing Noah does - when he's about to get sick he says, "I'm freaking out!!!" I have no idea where he picked this up. Even if he sees/hears one of the cats getting sick he yells, "Mom! Twister's freaking out!!!" So next time you hear someone say that they're freaking out, you might want to take a couple steps back - just to be safe! :)

Anyway, here a few short blurbs:

I am not a dog lover, but I think doing this is mean.

Of course if there are going to be naked gyms, you'd get these two goofs - not the buff hot guys (there's no nudity in the link - you're safe to click).

Great - another thing to fret about when I'm getting ready in the morning. Brushing my teeth may give me a seizure. I'm sure dentists around the world are thrilled about this story.

Another recipe

Since the post I just did was so boring, here's another recipe. Also, I can make things other than Italian, but I really like these. Maybe next time I'll put up a different kind. I got this recipe from All-Recipes. It's a great site. This is a wonderful, simple, fresh-tasting pasta sauce. Very light and spring-like.

Ingredients
1 lb Roma tomatoes blanched, peeled, seeded, and chopped (or cheat like I do and buy a can of petite diced)
2-3 cloves garlic, minced
4 stalks green onion, chopped
1 small jar of marinated artichoke hearts
Salt and pepper to taste.

After chopping all the vegetables (I usually chop the artichoke hearts too - this is an incredibly messy procedure), saute them over medium heat until soft. I drizzle the pan with olive oil and probably about 2-3 tablespoons of the marinade from the artichoke hearts. Salt and pepper to taste. Serve over your favorite pasta and garnish with cheese.

This is a very simple but extraordinarily tasty sauce. We almost never use any other kind of sauce on our pasta. The fresh tomatoes are the best, but canned work fine if you don't want to go through all the work of blanching, peeling, etc. We usually serve this over cheese ravioli with a nice Italian sausage. There's a brand we can find here that has mozzarella and artichoke mixed in the sausage. This sauce can also be chilled and makes a wonderful salad dressing. Unlike my other recipes, I really would NOT recommend making changes to this (other than the canned tomato thing). It's very simple, but the flavors just seem to meld so perfectly. I'm a big fan of experimenting with wine, balsamic vinegar, spices, etc., but sometimes it's best to just enjoy something simple and good.

I hate winter

I'm just going to complain and whine and ramble aimlessly around in this post so feel free to skip it.

This weekend and the last were the ONLY two weekends I had any plans this entire winter. So of course we had blizzards both times. Ugh. Someone come back to this site in mid-June and remind me why I moved to South Dakota. (It's because mid-June in St. Louis is kind of like living on the sun - but with 100% humidity.)

I really have nothing else to say. I've been playing over at MySpace quite a bit. I've also been looking for new templates for this blog. Can't really find anything a) that I like or b) is easy to upload. I think I've been to every blog template site in the known universe. I found one really nice one, but it pushed the columns all the way over to the left side and I didn't like that at all. I'm sure there's a way to fix that problem, but it seems to complicated and not really worth the effort. For those of you who are kind enough to offer free blog templates, can I offer you one suggestion? Please make your sites easier to search. I'm sure there are lots of templates I would love, but I don't want to page through 16,000 thumbnails to find them.

I'm hoping we can get out of town tomorrow. The storm is over, but there is apparently no plan in this ENTIRE STATE for snow removal. This is city is the worst place I've ever seen for the lack of snow removal. We had a decent day where everything was getting slushy and they did nothing. Why not scrape the streets down? Because then later that night it snowed again so we had fresh snow on top of rutted, lumpy, re-frozen slush. It certainly makes driving an adventure. I'm sure it's REALLY awful for my husband - I am not a fun passenger. I'm given to gasps and winces and obnoxious (and obvious) suggestions. The dear, sweet man must go through an enormous amount of self-restraint to not slap me silly.

I just read a news story that there is going to be a TV show made about those cavemen from the Geico commercials. My mom will be so disappointed - she has a really weird love for that little gecko they use in the commercials. I even searched all over the internet for a little figurine of that thing to get her for her birthday. All I could find were stuffed animals and bobble-heads that looked nothing like the commercial character.

We just watched a great movie called "The Dancer Upstairs." It stars the ridiculously hot Javier Bardem and was directed by John Malkovich. It's a story about an honest detective in an unnamed Latin American country who is trying to find a communist terrorist. It's loosely based on the Shining Path movement in Peru. I really love the movie (not just for the terribly sexy Javier). Kind of a slow-paced, introspective film. Beautifully shot. Near the beginning of the movie there is an unexpectedly hilarious quip about cat lovers (spoken by the dreamy Mr. Bardem). The line is made more funny by the fact that it's not a comedy at all. If you can find this movie I highly recommend it.

Wow - I hope no one thinks I'm going to start stalking that actor.

This is the most boring post I've ever done - I apologize!!!

Carbon Neutral, But Chock Full O'Methane

So. I first saw the phrase "carbon neutral" in Michael Crichton's excellent book, "State of Fear." (I'd link to Amazon so you could purchase this book, but then thought that such an action might necessitate the killing of more trees - so just go to the library and get it instead.) I wasn't really sure what it meant, but it sounded tree-hugger-ish and like just another piece of PC BS propaganda so I just let it go. But then today I found this article accusing Al Gore of hypocrisy because of his lavish, energy wasting lifestyle. Turns out his family spends a whole bunch o' bucks on energy on their 10,000 square foot home. Good for them. Kill the trees, I say. Anyway, the Gores argue that since they are practicing all sorts of other energy saving do-gooder things, that they are living a carbon neutral lifestyle. Well that caused my ears to perk up and I did a little bit of research to find out just what carbon neutral really meant. Here and here are a couple of links for you. Basically, if you cause pollution by the consumption of fossil fuels, you can pay off your carbon debt by doing something good like planting a tree.

WHAT THE F***?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

This is the most self-serving, obnoxious piece of drivel that I have ever heard. So, Al Gore can circle the world 10 times in his jet-fuel guzzling jet just so long as he then installs some solar panels on his house. How incredibly illogical. Even if you believe the misguided assumption that burning fossil fuels hurts the ozone layer or causes ducks to have web-foot tumors or whatever, planting a freakin' tree isn't going to solve that problem. You can't repair stuff like that by planting a tree - even a whole forest of trees. The whole carbon neutral bullcrap (hey - crap is neutral, no?) is just an excuse for these stupid, self-absorbed, nosy, pushy, out-of-touch celebrities to waste alllllllll the energy they want to when they jet around the world, or blow up cars for movies, or spend a gazillion dollars on stupid stuff and still feel warm and fuzzy about themselves - AND - MOST IMPORTANTLY - tell the rest of us how to live OUR lives. What a complete joke.
By following their logic, I could go on a "calorie neutral" diet if I drink a Diet Coke for every bag of M&M's I wolf down. Or I could live a "tobacco neutral" diet if I go outside and suck up a bunch of fresh air for every puff I take on a cigarette. Maybe "narcotic neutral": do a big bag of cocaine and follow it up with some Quaaludes and a shot of tequila. Or how about a "virginity neutral" lifestyle? For every person you sleep with, you say no to the next person who asks then go home and masturbate. (My husband just came up with "felony neutral": for every person I stab to death with a Sharpie, I have to hand out candy and balloons at a cancer ward for kids the next day.) Or the best yet - a complete "logic neutral" lifestyle: for every inane, vapid, self-serving, PC, worthless idea that you come up with, you then have to spend 15 hours reading Ayn Rand - or studying Aristotle - or writing "I will not be an idiot" 500 times on a blackboard (and diagram that sentence after each time you write it). Un-freakin'-believable.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

16 years ago, at about exactly this time, I met the most wonderful person who changed my life completely. The first time I saw Dylan's beautiful face, I knew I would never be the same. I took one look at him and felt every emotion imaginable. I knew that my life was no longer only about me, but that I now had another human being to care for and to look out for and whose needs would always come before mine. I'm sure it was not ideal for him to have such a young and ill-prepared mother, but I think we came out ok. Dylan is smart, funny, generous, loving, kind, witty, talented, handsome, and unbelievable big-hearted. I didn't think it would be possible to love him more than I did at the first moment I saw him, but somehow every day I do. Now that he's a young man, I can see so much about him to admire. He's a much kinder and thoughtful person than I've ever been.

Dylan, I love you!!!!

Hello to Hollywood

It's Oscar night. Here are my picks for the major categories. (Because I don't really give a hoot about sound editing and it just makes the show way longer than it needs to be.)
Keep in mind that these are not the ones *I* want to win - these are the ones I think are going to win.

Best Picture - Babel
Best Director - Martin Scorsese (or however it's spelled) for The Departed
Best Actor - Forest Whitaker for The Last Kind of Scotland
Best Actress - Helen Mirren for The Queen
Best Supporting Actor - Eddie Murphy for Dreamgirls
Best Supporting Actress - Jennifer Hudson for Dreamgirls
Best Animated Feature - Cars
Screenplay (Adapted) - Borat
Scrrenplay (Original) - Babel

I could be wrong.

Here's another recipe for a snowy winter day.

Chicken Alfredo With Broccoli

I'm going to do this in sections like I cook it.

3 tbsp olive oil - or whatever - drizzle it around the pan - however much that is.
4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts - cubed
3 cloves garlic - minced
1/3 cup dry white wine
2 tbs italian seasoning

Heat oil in a medium skillet.
Salt and pepper chicken to taste and brown thoroughly.
Add garlic.
Use wine to deglaze pan.
Add italian seasoning to taste.
Remove from heat and place in large bowl - be sure to get all juices.

1 bag frozen broccoli florets OR
1/2 lb fresh broccoli

Cook broccoli to desired tenderness in microwave or on stove top. I do about 3 minutes, then stir, then three more minutes in the microwave with a splash of water. Add broccoli to bowl with chicken.

***GLUTEN ALERT***

Start a large pot of water boiling for pasta and cook according to package directions.

Magical Alfredo Sauce

1 stick butter
1 pint whipping cream
1 cup Parmesan cheese
1 cup Romano cheese
1/2 cup mozzarella cheese
***note*** You will have to adjust the cheese to your taste and texture preferences. I like my Alfredo sauce to be creamy with just a hint of grainy/gritty cheese.

Melt butter in a large, heavy sauce pan over medium heat.
Add cream and allow to heat fully.
Add cheeses A LITTLE AT A TIME, whisking until incorporated fully.
Remove from heat when all chese is melted.

If you add the cheese too fast it will make a big lump at the bottom of the pot with cream on top. You do not want this.

Drain pasta and combine all ingredients in a large bowl. Garnish with your favorite cheese and serve.

One note of warning - this is a delicious recipe, but it does not reheat very well. The butter in the sauce tends to separate if you re-heat in the microwave. A better idea might be to keep the sauce separate and re-heat on the stove for leftovers. Like the strata recipe from a few posts ago, this is very versatile. The magic really is in the Alfredo sauce. You could substitute shrimp for the chicken and really any vegetable for the broccoli. I got the basics of this recipe from my cousin, but I really think adding white wine to whatever meat you use really makes a difference. I experimented with adding the wine to the sauce, but wound up with a big glop of cheese underneath the cream. I think the wine works better with the meat and it does help deglaze the pan nicely. Experiment with the sauce and fine-tune it to your tastes. I know there's A TON of fat in there with the butter and the cream - but what the heck - it's dinner one night - it won't kill you. And if it does, at least you'll die really really well fed!!!

If anyone makes any of my recipes, please tell me how it turned out and what you added/changed to make it even better or to suit your personal tastes.

My hubby and little boy made this snowman yesterday. Too cute.

My name

So just like everyone else in the world with internet access, I've Googled my name any number of times (no, I won't tell you which ones were actually about me). I always get pages that are in Turkish or something and was worried that my name meant something crazy like scumbag or deer-hoof-licker or something equally dreadful. Well, come to find out that my names means:

tasinaya: tasina-, N.f.: thirst, craving. It is a different form of the word tanha-, N.f. Ins.Sg. = tasinaya.

I can deal with that! :) Turns out it's actually Pali (whatever that is).

Here's the link.

For those of you that don't *know* me, it also means "shawl woman" in Lakota.

Here's another fun thing. Apparently there's some sort of video game with a character named Tasina. I'm this hot too!

Strange News

Happy Pres Day!!!

Lose a tooth or a finger? Maybe you can grow a new one.

Of course they give the WOMAN the ticket. That seems incredibly unfair. But then again, people really shouldn't be doing this.

I just KNEW chocolate was good for me. I need to go get a candy bar now.

Here's a recipe just to add something different to the page. It's somewhat time consuming, but VERY good:

Italian Strata
Ingredients:
1 loaf Italian or French bread
1 1/2 lbs Italian sausage (ground bulk, or remove casings from links)
2 shallots - minced*
2-3 cloves garlic - minced*
1 1/2 cups mushrooms (I use baby portabellas) - slice or minced*
1 1/2 cups fresh baby spinach - roughly chopped*
1/3 cup dry marsala
2 cups of your favorite Italian cheese - I usually use 1 cup of parmesan and 1 cup of romano - you can also use mozzarella
6 eggs
1 2/3 cup half & half
salt & pepper to taste
*these are rough estimates, you can add as much as you like, or switch to other vegetables - onion, peppers, etc.

Directions
Thoroughly butter a 9x9 baking dish
Slice bread about 1" thick and cut into enough cubes to cover bottom of dish twice (about 8-10 slices should be enough). The bread needs to be dry, so either leave it out overnight or set oven to 225, distribute cubes evenly on a cookie sheet, and bake for about 20 minutes.
Brown sausage in a large skillet. Remove from pan and set aside in a large bowl.
In the same skillet, saute all vegetables until soft - you may need to add a little olive oil here. Remove vegetables and mix with sausage.
Pour marsala into pan to deglaze and simmer for 5 - 10 minutes.
While the wine is simmering, whisk eggs and half & half together in a large bowl. Salt and pepper to taste. Remove marsala from heat and allow to cool.
While wine is cooling, assemble the strata. In the 9x9 pan, put down one layer of bread, half the meat and vegetables and half the cheese. Follow with another layer of bread, the rest of the meat and vegetables and the rest of the cheese.
Whisk marsala into the egg mixture.
Pour egg mixture evenly over strata. Be careful and go slow or it will spill. You might have a small amount of the egg mixture left over, but try to get it all in.
Cover mixture loosely with plastic wrap and push down with your hands. Put something heavy on top such as book or package of sugar.
Refrigerate for 2 - 3 hours.
Let strata stand at room temperature for 20 minutes and set oven to 325.
Remove plastic wrap and add a thin layer of more cheese, if desired.
Bake uncovered for 50 minutes.

This is a very versatile recipe. You can use breakfast sausage and different cheeses (Monterey Jack, Cheddar, Swiss, etc), prepare the night before, and make for breakfast or brunch. You can also eliminate the meat for a vegetarian dish. Different types of dry white wines can be used as well. You can also try adding different spices - Italian mix, tarragon, whatever you like. Increasing the ingredients by about half would probably be enough to make in a 9x13 pan to serve more. I originally got the "breakfast" version of this from my mom, but switched up the ingredients for an "Italian" version. I made this for my parents last night and they loved it!!

Back To Blogland

Things I'm Glad I'm Not:

- A frequent flier, because of cracking windshields (why is this only happening to planes and not cars there too?????)
- A big peanut butter fan (we tossed ours out - did you?)
- A believer in superstition because pork is as bad as PB apparently
- Britney Spears for a whole host of reasons not even worth linking to (apparently she checked into rehab, shaved her head, and got a tattoo on her wrist - I can't believe my son used to have a poster of her on his door!)
- A resident of West Virginia or Kentucky because then I'd have to buy a portable defibrillator
- An infant, but I forget why

In better news, the blind may go bionic and Prince Harry seems to be very brave.

In ambivalent news, no more Chief Illiniwek as a mascot. I'm not really sure how I feel about that. Mostly team mascots are so far below my radar that I really don't care what they call themselves. On the other hand, no team in the world would ever be called the "Big Bad Ol' N****rs." Furthermore, when people get caught dressing up in blackface in a misguided attempt to be funny, the entire world comes crashing down and you hear of nothing else on the news. Seems to me that dressing up in redface should be just as bad. On the other hand, it's something of a compliment to some degree. Like I said - I'm ambivalent.

And finally, just for braggin' rights - I'm so proud of my littlest boy, Noah. At his pre-school they're splitting him and a few other kids away from his regular group because they're very advanced. Hard to believe of a kid who is STILL not completely potty trained (but maybe he's confused about what underclothes are for?)

Mea Culpa

Ok. I yelled at you all for not commenting. Then you commented. Then I didn't reply. Then I didn't post anything for a long time. Sorry! Bad blogger!

I haven't been reading much news lately. I've been into some good books and movies. Also, I bought this incredibly addictive game (Super Collapse 3 - buy it at your own peril - and don't make any plans). So, enough excuses. I still haven't been through the news, but I did find the most interesting article.

I know everyone is sick of Ward Churchill and it's really old news. But I stumbled on this article and it was fascinating and sickening all at the same time. And people wonder why I didn't stay in grad school. For those of you that know me well, be sure to check out the Appendix A - 12th name down the list. Here's the article:

"How Many Ward Churchills?"