Krazy...not enough room to tweet

BREAKING NEWS:... The Pity Train has just derailed at the intersection of Suck It Up & Move On, and crashed into We All Have Problems, before coming to a complete stop at Get the Hell Over It. Any complaints about how we operate, can be forwarded to 1-800-waa-aaah with Dr. Sniffle Reporting LIVE from Quit chur Bitchin'. If you like this, retweet. If you don't...suck it up! Life doesn't revolve around you.....

Can I put this in a mantra?  I love my job...I love my job...I love my job....I love my job.

I was offered assistance today to obtain my J.D.  Tough decision.  But one still in the nest, all up to me to give her a good start.  Mama first, me second.  That is just the way it is.  Maybe my next life.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkYdrLB7scA

Spoof on Krazy

I am inspired on the article I have just read from MORE MAGAZINE entitled 'A Country of Women' April 2011.  In no way do I dispute the passion of these women, however I dare spoof to enlighten the gravity of the situation now facing the whole world with the radiation expulsion of Japan.  (Reported to already affect California)  I encourage you, men and women alike to read this article and especially note the visual on page 124.  The 78-year-old woman that looks tough as nails, and proud to regain her home in the dead zone of Chernobyl.  As Scarlett was quoted to say:  "As God is my witness they're not going to lick me. I'm going to live through this and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry again."
Ingredients:
1.  Ionization chamber- (The principle of these chambers are used today in smoke detectors)(cheap fix)
2.  1 radiation badge (I still have mine from my hospital trauma days) (very very cheap)
3.  Knowledge of Dosimetry (is the technique of measuring the amount of radiation that can cause a given amount of biological damage. It is common practice in medicine)
4. Collard greens
5.  Pig Fat
6.  Sprinkle of sugar
7.  Vodka
Clean collards, put in large pot, cover with water, and bring to a boil.
Add Pig fat
Quick boil on high for 1 minute, then turn down to simmer
Sprinkle a pinch of sugar in pot.
Simmer for 1 hour.
Spoon out; add your favorite hot sauce. Check your levels, (may take a few days)
I apologize; I do not know what this woman does with the Vodka.  The collard green recipe is mine; I am at loss with the vodka.
You will only get the true effect of this spoof if you get the magazine and turn to page 124.
If your Carbon-14 level and Potassium level are within the norms (Nuclear weapons fallout is estimated to be less than 1 mrem a year)...enjoy.
In all honesty, I salute the passion of these women in the article. I just don't know that I could do what they are doing.  Maybe that is what the vodka is for?

Just Krazy!

I fully believe that when you purchase a car that is automatic, it needs to live up to its' name.  My belief was thrown out the window today, as my car became DRT (dead right there) at one of the busiest intersections of the world.  As the perspiration (no, lets call it what it is, SWEAT GOSH DARN IT, SWEAT) rolled off every inch of my body, I slowly stepped out of the car.  I apologized to all the cars behind me, and they smiled and waived.  Frantically calling on my cell phone with SOS's to all I knew, 2 boys on a motorcycle stopped and pushed my idiot car into the nearest parking lot at a Wal-Mart.  Class reeked from me, as onlookers giggled at my plight. (not) My social status went from 10 to 0 in a heartbeat, as I had now fallen into what I felt was the most embarrassing moment of my life.  Big man in big truck then came to my rescue.  Put the little red cable things from his truck to my stupid car, and it started! After hugging everyone (boys and big man) I jumped in and....it stopped.  Big man said it was my altinater (sp), and I was dead in the water.  I started to cry, (no feminine trick, just out of control) he gave me bottled water,  & called a tow truck for me.
2 hours later, tow truck man came and took my car and me away.
Car now in shop, no longer my best friend, I must wait until tomorrow to see why it got sick and died.
Wake-er upper!  Another goal in single life I must accomplish.  Car stuff.  I am on it.

Food for thought

This blog is off my beaten path of yummy dinners and deserts.  I suppose it could be listed in the desert column, yet I digress.  Being one that is newly (a little over 2 years, yea I am a little slow here) in the dating game, I find it remarkable that men adopt a pet name for you the moment they meet you.  I have come to (finally) figure it out that this pet name is used universally as to not slip up and say your name while in bed with their wives.  Interesting concept.  However it creates a wall to your heart. (Good thing)  (Better than Procardia)  I have become educated in my meetings of such deceptions and have found what to look for.  I tested my education last night and was able to reveal the following ingredients:
1.  Even though they wear a ring on the left hand that is not a band, look for the depth of the indents around that ring.  Increased indents = not their everyday ring
2.  They never look directly in your eyes so you can look back and reveal their soul.  (The most important thing to get to know someone)
3.  They are always touching touching touching and getting close to the 'do not touch me there' zones
4.  They are intense on making you laugh to increase a comfort level, post haste
5.  They try to impress you about how important they are
6.  If they are not a good looker, they stress their titles
7.  At times of 'good night’ they grope
That being said, being duped sometimes can be a good thing.
1.  Relieves stress in the heat of the moment
2.  Lets you have a 'play world' not a real obligatory world
3.  Unleashes the simplistic needs of the human body
4.  You don't have to see them again, kind of like cattle to slaughter
5.  Brings out the 'bad girl' side of you
So the whip cream of all of this is I have learned to enjoy the moment, do not look to anyone's future but my own, always look in to someone’s eyes, it will make them calm or make them uneasy, and your choice to continue will be your own.
These are just a few thoughts, as I get ready to embark on a mystical weekend, another adventure, another notch on my belt. (Ouch!)

Too many depending on me. So Krazy!

Ok guys, I have received too many emails as to Mama taking this weekend off.  So to not leave you in a learch, here is tonight’s menu.  For my babies and me.  Num num!
5 chicken thighs - fat removed (yea, like I would like mine!)
Fresh garlic, 1 clove
Salt and Pepper
Sweet onion slices
Portobello’s
Butter
Fresh broccoli
Sweet potato fries.
Brown garlic, salt pepper, onion and mushrooms,
Add chicken
Med. heat, until ready (you know the signal) slice and put in the fresh broccoli (get the gas!)
Oven @ 400 degrees
Slice sweet potatoes and put on cooking sheet and pop in the oven until done (really not fried, but kids like fries, so I tell them they are!)
Arrange on the most colorful serving dish, chicken on the inside, potatoes on the outside.
Sit down and chat it up with your kids.  That is where the good stuff is!

Not so Krazy...who needs a kitchen!

This weekend, Mama is folding in the towel.  Finally my time to be wined and dined and feeling fine.  So for this blog.... the recipe is.....  IT'S ABOUT TIME..... IT IS ALL ABOUT ME!  Tee Hee.
Have a great weekend, order out.

Seafood Sunday- supreme!

Tonight, brain food....Lord knows we all need it!
I start:
Mejillones Marineara=
2 lbs mussels, cleaned (no beards- ka ka!)
olive oil in a very large skillet (heated)
Fry up some onion and fresh garlic ( I like sweet onion), throw in some chili pepper, pealed chopped tomato, dash of oregano, saffron and a touch of salt. Sprinkle a pinch of flour over it all, then put them in .  Yes, put in the mussels. (don't forget a glass of white wine, one for the muscles, one for you) 
Simmer all of this for about a minute until the muscles open add some chicken stock ( yes chicken, if you use shellfish stock it will taste fishy)  Squeeze over fresh lemon juice (1/2 of a lemon)  (Of course off the tree in my yard)
Once all of the little guys are open, transfer to the ultimate serving platter, sprinkle with fresh home grown parsley.
In the mean time, I have marinating in the fridge, scallops in lemon juice, olive oil, salt and pepper.  I am going to fire up the broiler and wrap each scallop with bacon, and pay attention to detail topping them with butter, bread crumbs, chopped red pepper and parsley (get your colors!)
Once done, place on a plane crystal platter (don't want to take away the presentation of the scallops) which is covered in fresh spinich, a little arugla, and petite strings of parmasion cheese.
I feel smarter all ready!!!!  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5f32_b7eyKg   (turn it up some!)
My friends and I will be smart as a whip this week!