Guns, wine, & donuts

2.11.13 Raining again.

Good Monday to ya!

A little housekeeping - I share my blog link via Twitter nowdays.  So if you are a Facebooker who is wondering why I haven't posted links - read yesterday's blog post.  I am no longer a part of the FB land. 

48 hours post FB - still breathing and living.  Its been a great choice thus far!

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I hope you guys had a terrific weekend!  We did.  Saturday was probably the longest day on the planet for my husband and I.  We decided to be good law abiding citizens and take our conceal to carry course.

The word boring doesn't do that class justice.

We had nearly 9 hours of brutal boredom.  The only time that seemed to catch our attention and keep it was the thirty minutes on the range.

My husband and I have either great luck or bad luck, we don't get that in between luck ---- ever.  So when we took our handgun, which we purchased a few days before because the other one is very crappy, to shoot on the range portion of the class - it jammed up.  Jammed up handgun - uncool.

Needless to say my husband ended up using the instructor's gun.

I used a larger caliber, smaller bodied gun.  And it kicked......the recoil was out of this world.

My husband's target.

My target - bad recoil for me.  I think plastic surgeons would appreciate me.

As you are reading this you are probably thinking out of one of two schools of thought:

School 1:  Gun nut.

School 2:  Cool.

Let me clarify my stance here -

I took the conceal to carry class because I want to have the permit in the event my gun is in my car when I get pulled for a taillight being out.

I took the conceal to carry so if the day ever comes that carrying a gun is truly warranted, I can do it.

I didn't take the class because I'm some freakshow who is in love with guns and bang bang blow 'em up.

I didn't take the class because I'm paranoid.

I took the class to be a law abiding citizen who has a couple handguns.

And P.S. I'm pretty good with it - so don't mess with me.

And P.P.S. I never want to have to use it against anything other than a distempered fox, rabid raccoon, or a big fat bad copperhead.

I advise anyone who wants personal protection to take the class because you'll find out - you cannot shoot anyone at any time unless they are breaking into your home (NC) or they have beat you to a bloody pulp and won't stop.

Anyway, the class was an eye opener.  Many of the people in it - personal thought - didn't need a gun within 150 feet of them....due to advanced age, questions they asked, and some of them had strong paranoia going on....tis the world today.

I left with a stronger idea of what to do in a situation - run.  If you run you'll probably keep your life and stay out of jail.  If I had to pull a gun I think that would be a hard task....my job isn't to take life but to respect it.

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Post Law Abiding Citizen training we had to celebrate....glass of wine was much needed.  The buffalo chicken dip was an added incentive.

Then a trip to the grocery store for more wine.

Why is it when you meet someone in person for the first time you have to look bad?  A friend of my little darling's is up for a play date with us one weekend when the weather starts looking more spring flowers than spring showers.  I had conversed with the dad at school drop off and pick up.  The mom, only through email.

So it was only fitting that I should meet the mom on my wine run....in the beer section....of the grocery store.  In my arm are two bottles of wine, gingerly cradled.  In my husband's hand a box of beer.  I of course had to blow it off with humor.  Then I realized - hey they are in the alcohol section too!  My two bottles of wine and my husband's box of beer all in our arms matched up to their six pack....yeah feeling like real winner now.

Ok so only one bottle was for me - the other a thank you to my mom for watching my children and her demential riddled mother.

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I didn't even break the seal on that wine....I was too tired.  I passed out on my own accord.

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Do you know why I love my husband?  (Valentines Day is around the corner, lets talk love)

I love my husband because Sunday morning was spent in peace in Target.....alone.  The mission - to purchase some dirt cheap Pampers, get a giftcard for buying said Pampers, and come on home.  Target at 8:45am on a Sunday is a blessed place.  No children, no annoying voices, no long lines....just a few people in a big store. 

I was able to aimlessly roam the store....score the diapers, the giftcard, and two shirts for my Hulk baby on clearance for $2 a piece.  The little princess even score a pair of yoga pants for dance and or soccer.

I even had time to run in Michael's - and get great ideas for the design of my kitchen when we tear it apart.

How did I celebrate this lovely time to myself?  The picture says it all.  When I got home with heaven's melt in your mouth gifts of love.....my little princess was pleased as punch.  (And the baby was asleep!)

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Yesterday I made a London Broil.  It was my first attempt at this cut of meat.  I can perfect it as I try again however it went over rather well.

I made my own marinade -

1/3 c worcestershire sauce
3 cloves of garlic cut up
1/2 a large yellow onion cut up
Black Pepper

It soaked for about four hours in that.

I scored it.
Then broiled it for about 10 minutes per side.

Served with couscous (I buy Near East, yummy) and sauteed yellow squash and portabellos.

Delish!

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Have a good Monday.....tv tonight:  How I Met Your Mother (CBS 8e), Dallas, Monday Mornings!

<----- TV cannot stand a chance when my little man is jumping his heart out! Then the sister joins in...pretending she's in one too......hilarious.



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Until we meet again -


                                     Brownie

Rainy ramblings

2.7.13  Looks like rain.

My hair is back to blonde.  It's a great day.  I am so happy.  Isn't it crazy how something as small as the hair on your head can make you feel fabulous?  Thanks to Jen for making me feel great!  I made a promise to keep my hair appointments up.

As I get a bit older I get a bit more silver topped - if ya catch me.  I started growing some silver strands in my early twenties.  I imagine if I let me my hair go natural today it would be 50% grey. 

I like grey hair....on other people.

Grey signifies a lot.  Wisdom gained from passing years....old cells.....advanced age.  Some people rock it so very well and it just looks beautiful.  Others look like a hot mess with half black, a quarter yellow gold, and a quarter grey hairs adorning their scalp.  Sometimes those with grey try every color on the department store Ms. Clairol aisle to hide their grey and thus they have an interesting animal pelt decorating the top of their scalp.  I often see these pelts falling into the shape of a mullet when I visit my local mass retailer.

Epic - a silver mullet.

Since I'm not numerically ready for silver hairs I'll be keeping a committment to keeping the hair blonde.  I figure every 8-10 weeks I'll be in to get my anti grey on.  Over the summer the chlorine, salt and sun will do most of the work but when the beauty of summer starts to dwindle I'll be back in the chair.

I can't afford botox so I'll just continue to blonde-ox.

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Three messages from yesterday enjoyed my jump to salmon patties.  HA!  The connection was lowering the BP with heart healthy omegas as found in salmon.

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I am happy to announce that Brownie World now has NEW bath towels and wash cloths.  This is a big freakin' deal people.  We have been using the same ones we got upon our marriage many moons ago.  They held up wonderfully (so you probably can't find them anymore....if you like something it will be discontinued, count on that one).  But lately they met some bleach.  Then some frayed edges.  Then some swiss cheese styling hit them.

My pretty blue towels became - white and pink tye dyed messes. 

Today some will become cleaning cloths.  Others that are salvagable will be put away for those "oh smack didn't wash towels" evenings.

The new towels are white.  I will no longer purchase any linens that are of any color of the rainbow.  I like bleach way too much.  When you have kids you end up using bleach a little more than ever before in your life.  So between the "lets play in mommy's make up" and the "lets paint the playroom and our bodies" and the "mom the baby peed in the bed" - white it is my loves.

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I scored a London Broil at the local Food Lion for $5.  That's a great deal.  I am so freaking proud of that.  Now to find a good recipe to whip up, devour and share!!! 

I heard Hard Rock Cafe had a killer recipe for them.

If you have one to share please do.  The comments section can be used on this blog.  You can toss in a recipe or tip of your own or just comment there.  If you prefer privacy just keep emailing.

And here is a Valentine question for you.  What does a sexy recipe consist of?  I hear people talk about sexy recipes and I am just lost.  Is it the aphrodisiac of chocolate, oysters, creme, wine?  Let me be blunt - recipes are not sexy to me.  I mean if romance was "And now a quarter cup of sherry" then I'd be reading a lot of smut daily. 

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You know what really blows?  A baby with what seems to be a really bad cold.  We've been dealing with that here in Brownie World.  Yesterday I had had enough and we went to see the NP.  Turns out the child is mine and has passed the test to see if he truly is a member of this family - we left with Zyrtec. 

Last night we actually slept past 3am.  And the reason why?  Not the Zyrtec but the Little Remedies For Noses spray.  Best stuff ever! 

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I am missing a dear friend of mine today.  We cannot seem to work out anything with our schedules to gab.  Our daily routines are very different yet very similar.  I love her dearly - we have to get serious about a date....and now I'm staring at my calendar.  We had mentioned getting together in February but look guys - February is nearing the mid month period and it looks like March would be a safer time.

Always remember to make time for your friends and write it in stone.  Its good for your heart.

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Did you hear about the tsunami that hit those small islands the other day?  Well somehow it also found its way to my home and made a disaster of my house.  I'm not kidding.  This place looks like a huge disaster zone. 

The great thing about having a five year old is they can labor away.  She has a detailed set of step by step cleaning directions for a few rooms.  She also has a fun little surprise awaiting her as soon as she completes her tasks.  Actually its a rocking surprise.  Yeah, I'll share later.

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A few of you asked about Cathy Cat.  She is now back outside.  I couldn't handle her.  She is at home in my husband's workshop where she has a nice bed and guards our chicken feed from furry little Disneyesque creatures.  She also is probably with children....considering I caught her in the act with Garfield.  Let me just say that is the most disgusting thing ever - to stumble upon some animals getting their procreation on.  I have seen a lot of animals just go to town - goats, cows, dogs, cats, chickens, insects and every time I'm like "good grief find a bush to hide behind".  My five year old has also witnessed it and no I didn't explain it (like I probably should have if I was a complete and total lets go into detail with a small child weirdo).  I just say "well they are married now".  Remind me to correct that when she's older so she isn't really warped.

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I hope you guys have a terrific Thursday.  Treat yourself today....I did. 

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Until we meet again -

Brownie