Coming back for more .

It has been a while since I posted, but I need to get back to snark, recipes, crafts and more. I hope you are ready for it all! Stay tuned :)

hope

About to hopefully start a journey that will end years of questions and pain. If I should have the chance to go before the great medical minds at Mayo's clinic another worry will pop in as a "what-if". What if no one will take the time to listen to me and hear what I am saying about my own physical health that has now crept into my mental health as well. I am nervous and hopefully, with a slight dread of what if these doctors don't listen and make it sound as if I am just nuts? I just want my life back. I just want to be able to enjoy a short walk. I would love to take a shower without the water burning my flesh. I would love to eat and not get sick after each meal. I would love to fit my own clothes and shoes,but instead swell daily up to 20 at the max. Rips in my skin and bruises on my legs trend to make me ashamed when out in public. The worst is the "hot" flashes. The are a downpour of sweat and unrelenting stomach pain.Then the fatigue which was already bad is almost paralyzing. I just want to be me. I have given up to much time, education, work, hobbies, and just being a half there wife and mother. I want my life back. I want to love life and not dread getting out of bed or into a shower. I am scared of how quickly these newest symptoms have come on and how no doctor here knows what to do. Lonely is a good word for what I feel right now.

Thank you.

I'mma Cut You Bitch

A lovely evening in mid-autumn, brought cool breezes and wanna-be-gangsta thugs. In my Burb, there is a fair amount of real gangs, but we also have the white wanna-bes too. This evening was an early to bed night as work was early in the morning, and me in the morning is not pretty, and sometimes a pissy ordeal. Our Master bedroom faced the street parking at our apartments.

I was in my fuzzy PJ pants and a tanktop, sans the boob holders. and rocking knee-socks.

I had just settled into that comfy position that is achieved only when all the elements of the world align just for you. It was glorious. The that glory turned to the wailing as my car alarm was going off. Having already dealt with car theft at a previous location, I was not gonna go for a twoffer.

I grabbed my Chef's Knife and ran down to flight of stairs screaming at the top of my lungs " I swear to God I am gonna cut a bitch!"-All while wildly waving a very large and clearly sharp knife. I for got about wearing fuzzy pants,a wife beater, and fuzzy slippers with my hair in pigtails. I didn't care, my car is my baby. I truly will cut a bitch if they harm my green machine.

Everything is Better Drunk-Right?

Geeks love food, and my Geek is no exception. He and his friends took me to one of their favorite Mexican spots in Chicago when we were dating. We had an amazing meal with a great group of geeks who treated my like one of the guys.

The appetizer really was a wonder of molten cheese, meat, and a flavor that could only come from my old friend Tequila. The name of this was Queso Fundido.(Cheese Meltdown). Holy Mother, a trilogy of awesome with a side a grease.

I hate cheap tequila, but I never turn down free booze (unless it is grape or anise flavored). Having had multiple parties and random bottles of liquor brought including cheap tequila a thought popped into my head- This is the perfect time to play let's make drunk cheese!

*In no way am I claiming this to be authentic to anything else.
*This is not Diet Food.

Ingredients:

14 oz. Beef Chorizo
16 oz. Chihuahua Cheese
8 oz. Cheddar
splashes of Tequila

In a medium saucepan, brown the Chorizo with a few dashes of Tequila. After browning, drain some of the grease off. Spread the browned Chorizo in a baking pan. Add a little Tequila. Top with the Cheeses and sprinkle just a little Tequila over the cheese. Bake at 350 until Cheese bubbles and browns. You may want to use a broiler if you would like a more molten and browned top.
Goes great with Tacos and Refried Beans. Yummy and Heartburn wonderful!



Lets get that meat drunk!



Cheese, the Oooey Gooey Reason for Living.



Spread that meat like a Hooker spreads her Legs.



Layer on the Cheese like a Hipster and scarfs.



Time to Get that Cheese Drunk!



Bonus Points if you get your cat to look at you from above disapprovingly.



Bake that Bitch!



Mmmmm melty.



Enjoy.

Crackheads are not the servers at Cracker Barrel

I love a fun crackhead. I mean where else would you see a man about 9 pm at night running down a parking lot with a large potted plant from Menards (after they closed) in Hoffman Estates. I am pretty sure by the cracked out look and meandering running he wasn't your "clean" plant stealer. We had to much fun trying to figure out if the dude was gonna try and smoke it or sell it to yuppies from drug money. Either way it gave us a laugh at addiction in progress, kinda like the whole Charlie Sheen thing, only I think some people are just wanting him to die.

I think alot of people who have had a complicated raising up have a few of there own favorite crackhead moments. My college roommate, from the south side of Chicago and transplanted to central Illinois, woke me up in the pre-dawn hours to share the news that he saw his first crackwhore on Market Street since he moved to school. It was a special moment that you toast with a box of Pop-Tarts (because it has the word tart and it was in the house) I am not trying to piss-off the crackhead community, but lets be real, they are a great source of humor when they aren't robbing you for crack money.