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I just got home...baby* brother drunk...awesome.

*He is 23...so it is kosher.

What Do/Would You Do?: Santa Claus

I have seen a few bloggers talking about how they handle Santa Claus with their children.

Do they go with the Santa Claus myth/lie?

Do they just celebrate it as the birth of Christ?

Do they do a combo of the two with some different traditions?

I know I don't have kids yet to do Christmas, but I would like to be prepared.
What do you do or plan to do?

I would love to hear your opinion.

Yes, I am that big of a geek

When Typefaces are personified!

See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.

Each one perfectly played but Wingdings is by far the best

I did it...check it out

WOHOO!!!!

Short Story Long: Sex in a Glass

Yes, that is right...I have Sex in the title so I am now prey to spammers and weirdos alike. But this is a classic story with a classic refreshing twist. Sit down, children, and gather round.

A long, long time ago in a distant land of pretty girls and southern boys called Furman University lived our heroine, TRS. TRS was in a sorority with many good girls. However, there were some girls in the sorority that liked to shock the good girls with things like DRINKING! BOYS!!! and CAFFEINE!

Thus, paints the backdrop of my story: A sorority sister of mine (one of the bad ones) loved McDonald's fountain soft drinks so much that she often said that it was better than sex.

Shocked, scandalized but suspecting the full truth to this statement, a young, naive TRS told her friend and roommate, Buffalo Betty about the comment. During our weekly Friday-Happy-Meal run, Buffalo Betty cried "I want a Chicken Nugget meal with a Sex in a Glass!"

Thus the naming of Fountain Coke from McDonald's Sex in a Glass. And for my love, Diet Coke: Diet Sex in a Glass...often shortened to Diet Sex.

So much was our love of Sex and Diet Sex, that whenever we were sad a run for sex was always in order. Many times through the drive thru, I would say "2 Medium Diet Sex...I MEAN Diet Coke! Coke! (not sex)."

There is rumor that Coke gives McD's a different formula for fountain drinks, or they calibrate their syrup to soda ratio better...I don't care. I love it and will never stop calling it what it truly is: Sex in a Glass.

***K-Dubs would probably like a disclaimer that this name was formed before having sex, esp. with him***

Voodoo Chicken Enchiladas

If you follow me on Twitter, you might have seen me making Voodoo Chicken Enchiladas two nights ago.

K-dubs and I had Voodoo Chicken Enchiladas while in Chicago because I did something I never do: I asked the waiter what he likes and GOT IT! I also LOVED IT!!! (I have a chronic disease of poor ordering.)

The Voodoo Chicken Enchiladas was so great that I tried to find a recipe, but alas Google failed me and I couldn't find one.

What I did find: Voodoo Chicken recipe and basic info on how to make enchiladas
Voodoo chicken recipe found on Recipezaar

Marinade
1 cup honey
1 cup butter, melted (I would put a little less and used margarine)
1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
2 ounces Southern Comfort
1 lime juice
3 ounces balsamic vinegar
Dipping Sauce
1 cup chinese sweet chili sauce (or chili flakes)
2 ounces Southern Comfort
2 sprigs cilantro, chopped
1 lime, juice of
1 tablespoon hot sauce
3 ounces honey
1 ounce sesame oil
3 boneless skinless chicken breasts

So I threw in most of those ingredients (subbing Jim Beam for So Co, cause I don't keep that junk in my house and added a bit of brown sugar)into a crock pot and cooked it for a lOOOOOOOooong time...till it was pull apart tender and awesome.

I filled the tortillas with the delicious chicken shreds rolled the tortillas tight and packed five of them in a 6x6 pan. Poured the reserve crock pot juice over the middle of the enchiladas and baked it off for 20 minutes at 350. I think sprinkled cheese over the middle and baked again till good and melty (yes melty). The goal for me was to make the ends of the tortillas crispy. It looked somewhat like this:
After one test try and photo was taken with the photo booth, sorry for the quality.

And here is how good it tastes:

The Final Costume

Hey remember all those many moons ago, when I was posting my many Halloween outfits? Yeah, I forgot to show you the piece-du-resis...peace-de-risest...okay no French this early...the last one.


What are we?
Please in all Christian charity ignore the crap in the picture and do not say that I am a hooker, please?

Oh, and I so needed this make-up to finish off the look.
These are my girls that got ready with me: Southern Belle (get it, Belle-costume...althought I thought it was Cow Belle for a second), and my rocking out Avril Lavigne wanna be (you should have seen her faux hawk up close and personal).

So I am finally done with all my traveling (I think) and will be doing a huge post on travel tales and woes soon.

Playing the Photo Album game

All the Mom Bloggers are playing it, so you know I'm game.

You take your sixth photo from your sixth album and talk about it.

Well, it just so happens that I had pictures from another Meme that someone else held ages ago and I forgot to participate.
It was show us your house, your junk drawer, your fav. jewelry, the place you blog:

So here is my every day jewelry: No earrings, no bracelet, wedding and engagement ring and my bean necklace. Please notice the pox, probably why this never got published.

I wear the bean necklace every day now, but I used to wear this:

This is the La Primavera cross, which the description says "combines Christian symbols with those of spring to express feelings of hope and love. The dove in the center of the cross is a sign of God's reconciliation with man, based on the story of Noah's Ark found in Genesis. It is also a symbol of purity and peace. The Ichthus at the very bottom of the cross is an ancient symbol for Christ, and the leaves, flower, and the sun on the arms and at the top of the cross relate to the warmth and new life of spring. The name, La Primavera, is Spanish for "the season of spring"."
I thought it was pretty and bought it for myself when I was 17. An acquaintance had received it as a gift from her sister, and I thought it was so pretty that I bought it for myself. It was the first piece of non-cartoon jewelry that I bought myself and I love it for that. My acquaintance didn't like it that I just bought her "special sister necklace," but I was happy to do something on my own, it didn't matter. (Yes, I was very sheltered and at 17 I got a taste of making my own decisions for the first time: getting my hair cut without my mom's approval, buying clothes or jewelry without her approval...having a car really does mean freedom at that age, huh? And now I just hope the car I have doesn't break down.)

Tangent over: The bean necklace is actually a gift from "my brothers" when I graduated high school. I say "my brothers" because my mom obviously picked it out and put their name on the card. This was made evident when Bo said, "hey what did we give you?" and Chops said, "Man, that is nice..we picked out something great...Thanks mom!" Still, it did its job, every time I wear it...I think of them. My mom said she picked the bean because my family calls me Binky...Bean-key. Silly family.

Still I love both of them and I think they will always be my stand-bys.
What is your favorite jewelry? Or do you want to play the photo album meme?

iPhoto Silliness

So, K-dubs says I don't have enough pictures in my posts...so here is nothing but a bunch of backlog pictures from my iPhoto booth:

A pic that I sent K-Dubs from my trip to Florida last year.


Me, jeering my Gator loving friend


K-dubs in his new glasses--man, I think he is good looking in those.


Me, being silly


family portrait

Ode to Stick Bush

Our apartment does a nice job of landscaping around the apartments. Some people will take matters into their own hands and plant gardens and plants of their liking. However, K-Dubs and I are of the "don't invest your money in someone else's investment" persuasion. So when we moved into our apartment, there was a mound of dirt by our door that sported 3 very large sometimes flowering weeds. We didn't mind them, we didn't say anything about replacing them. But one late fall day, we came home from school and found this:



A bush or shrubbery with no leaves.
We thought, "Wow, can't wait to see the foliage on that in the spring!"

But spring came and the leaves never appeared. Thinking that maybe stick bush was a late bloomer, we just let him go. Then stick bush became our little mascot. Similar to the lions guarding the Art Institute of Chicago.


Last week we came home from work again and the stick bush was gone. GONE! With no warning and no ceremony. My stick bush was taken from me. I had plans for the stick bush! I was going to drape it in lights and tinsel for the holiday season, put festive ornaments on it. Make it my own Charlie Brown Christmas tree. I voiced my indignation to K-dubs and lamented my now thwarted plans. To which he said, "You never had those plans...you only made them up now that you have lost stick bush...and you are weird."

Dump Truck, Backing Up

Okay, I'll admit it. I am in a funk...in a bad mood...down in the dumps.
And for no real reason.

Is it the change in weather? Love the fall, hate trying to find room for my sweaters.

Is it my messy apartment which refuses to clean itself? Oh yeah, that is a mountain of pain.

Is it my daily battle with one of my bosses who is driving me nuts? Sure.

And maybe added all together would account for this funk.
Maybe it is just Ennuis. Or PMS. or a bad hair day.

So to get myself out of the dumps what did I do this morning:
-Prayed that God would give me a happy attitude when dealing with the boss
-Put on a pretty skirt and shiny high heels
-and hope that tonight's girls night will lighten my mood

Other mood altering options:
-Go for a run (if it light outside which only occurs from 9-5)
-Get a hair cut...it always makes me feel good.

Do you have any suggestions of what brightens your mood?

***Update***
Called my hair dresser, Jennie, for an appointment and they told me she moved to Des Moines!!!! Des MOINES!!!! Now I have to find another hair dresser!?! BLERGH!!!!

Things I Hate-Episode 1

I really hate when people think they are speaking the complete and utter truth because their mouth is open. That what they say is not only important, and not only valid but more important and more valid than what I am saying.

See the conversation below as an example:

TRS: I love fall tree colors. They make me happy
Person: The best colors are in the Northeast
TRS: oh, these are nice. And I've always loved the colors in SC/NC
Person: But they are nothing compared to New York and Connecticut
TRS: well, that is an opinion
Person: No, it really is better. I have seen them all. I know.
TRS: Well, I will always love Jones Gap, Stone Mountain, etc.
Person: yeah, but it is better.

See, what I am saying?!?! No concessions for what I am saying. That person is always right, and I am supposed to just say, "By George, you must be correct and I must be wrong!!!" Yeah, that is not happening.

Sorry to have a 'tude. But I don't like it when people always think they are right...that is my job.