Ok, sooooooo…This past weekend. I had the pleasure of laying in bed and watching Netflix with my ipad sitting on my chest, whilst sipping root beer floats through a straw. Don’t hate.
With that said, I have had ‘The Wild and Wonderful Whites of West Virginia’ in my queue for about a year now, and my aunt who I have turned into a Netflix fiend suggested I watch it.:
Ok, if you are not familiar with Lee Daniels, he is the man who brought us films like Monster’s Ball, Precious, and the sick mind fuck, but hell of a good movie- The Paperboy. If you are familiar with him as a director and producer, then you can kind of understand where I’m coming from if you watch this. If you don’t know who Ted Nugent is…where the hell have you been this past century?
Now, I’m not going to say hillbillies, because I damn sure have family that could fit the mold of a hillbilly. This shit right here……is an abomination. Not the film itself, but the people who allowed cameras to follow them around for an entire year. I’m just going to give you a brief run down of the foolishness, and meth filled fuckery that these fine folks participated in:
1. Taking a picture with an infant, holding an unlit cigarette in said infants mouth.
2. Women who sounded like Billy Bob Throton in Sling Blade.
3. Giving birth, and snorting drugs in the hospital room
4. Children cursing, and flipping the bird
5. Twerking redneck style
6. Sniffing coke in front of your 85 year old mom, on her birthday.
Not only was my mouth hanging open, because this was a REAL family…but I couldn’t understand how the crew were ok with filming this shit for a whole year, and not calling CPS.
Now, I’m not from the suburbs and I’ve seen somethings that most people probably will never see in their lifetime…and my jaw was open the entire time. I didn’t even fall asleep like I normally do when I watch movies late at night.
PLEASE WATCH THIS MOVIE! YOU WILL LOSE ALL HOPE IN HUMANITY, BUT IT IS A MUST SEE. LOL
Carly Simon’s lyrics are the theme of this post….pretty much the theme of my entire life, seeing as I was born to two of the most narcissistic people on the entire planet. Coming from a world where everything is about someone else, sort of locks you into a certain mindset of always trying to NOT make everything about you.
In the days of social media, you can’t just have a simple rant about something on your Facebook status, twitter timeline or even your own blog, without someone feeling like you’re taking jabs at them. Ok, so now here comes my reenactment of one of my favorite movie sound clips of all time. I give you, Rush Hour (1998)-
I NO PUNK BITCH!
First of all Sir/Ma’am, I’m no pussy. If I felt I had to say something to you, about you, that is bothering me…I will either call you or send you a PRIVATE message (if I don’t have you number) and read you your rights. I have no time for childish games or sending subliminal messages through social media updates.
Don’t play the victim when you say something stupid, after people start making you aware of the fact that you just said some stupid shit. That’s not them bullying you…that’s them letting you know you sound like an ignoramus. It really makes you sound like an ignoramus if you can’t explain in depth, WHY you made the comment you made.
Please understand, that people making their opinions known, is not them trying to have an argument with you. Your friend “Lisa” posed a question on Facebook, and asked other people’s opinions. You agree with the no-so-popular opinion and everyone else begs to differ. Not one person singled you out, mentioned you….instead, everyone made generalized comments using the word ‘you’…Not you as in YOU personally. Everyone is answering the question that your friend asked; so how, might I ask….are you being attacked? I’ll wait. *taps foot*
My having an exchange of ideas with my online friends is not an attack on you. You are not that important to us. I am an adult, and just like I don’t engage in physical fights because it’s childish…I don’t engage in cyber beefs nor do I troll. I have bigger fish to fry, and I would much rather look at a dog in stockings than to read about you being butt hurt over a comment that wasn’t even about you in the first place. However, if it isn’t about you and you feel some sort of connection to it….maybe it’s time for some introspection.
In this one instance, you may be right. YES, this post IS about you.
I’m not going to go into a long story, I’m tired and I have to go on a class field trip to the zoo tomorrow. Yes, it is my class. LOL
So, without further adieu, I give you my Food Network adaptation of Honey Siracha wings, and a nice, cool asian slaw I made up on my own.
Don’t make fun of my Coffemate utensil holder!!!!!! Yes, I repurpose things!
Print Foodie Friday: Honey Siracha Chicken Wings w/ Asian inspired Slaw Cuisine: Asian American Prep time: 20 mins Cook time: 45 mins Total time: 1 hour 5 mins
Serves: 4
The original recipe states to bake the wings- That’s not my style to have soggy chicken wing skin, so I fried them until the skin was crispy. Ingredients Deep Fryer (If you don’t have one, improvise and use a dutch oven/stock pot) 2 pounds chicken wings, split at the joints, tips removed 2 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted 1 teaspoon granulated garlic sea salt and freshly ground pepper and smoked paprika For The Sauce: 5 tablespoons unsalted butter (I used an
I’m sick (physically and mentally), and highly irritated with people today. Yes, this is another rant post, which is required for me to do every couple of months. Feel free to click the ‘X’ in the upper right had corner, if you are a prude with a stick the size of my linebacker calfs up your tight, constipated ass.
We live in a free country, that allows us to say what we want to say and I love it. While everyone is entitled to their opinion, there are somethings you need NOT share your opinions about. I maybe a little more sensitive than the average person about this, as I don’t have patience for ignorance, stupidity, bullshit and fuckery, and dumb school girl feelings. There are a lot of things that fall into that description, and I probably hate or I’m irritated by every single one of them…but let me tell you what gets my nipples in a real pinch. Not a sexy, ‘oh, you bad boy’ type pinch. That pinch that every woman with bazookas for boobs has experienced lying in bed, and your nipple gets caught between your arm and the bed as you try to get up.
After much encouragement from Dee Dee of Miss Foodie Fab, I have decided to start posting recipes to this here blog, instead of teasing everyone on Instagram. Even though it’s Thursday, ‘Foodie Friday’ is starting now.
If you know me, you know there is a lot of Creole cooking (not to be confused with Cajun, because there is a difference!) going on in my household growing up. It also helps that most of my family comes from the gulf regions of Louisiana and Mississippi, So, that makes me a crawfish head sucking, Étouffée eating, Gumbo grubbing heifer. One of my favorite dishes growing up was Succotash (The southern/gulf version…not that New England version), sans lima beans.
I made Succotash last night, after craving it for about 3 weeks. I had almost everything I needed but I did have to improvise, since I didn’t have andouille sausage or green bell pepper or celery. I don’t measure anything unless I’m baking. I measure by looking all the ingredients I have on had, after they’ve been chopped and using small or large handfuls to determine if it’s enough. So, if you feel like you need more or less onion or
Lately, I’ve been in such a rut when it comes to my blog. I haven’t been inspired, and when I want to talk about something, I don’t have the energy to put to compose a post. I have decided to participate in the May Blogging Challenge hosted at Creative Girl Media
I’m actually excited, and can’t wait to get started. Just to show my excitement…I actually used my editorial calendar (since downloading it 6 months ago) to schedule this post as soon as I signed up to participate! YAY ME!
Interested in participating? Visit Clever Girl Media to and your link to the blog hop!!!!
If you would have asked me 10 years ago, where my ideal locale would be….I would have said L.A. or Die. As I have grown, experienced real life, and have become the mother of a girl- I have realized that L.A. is not where I want to be.
Most people really don’t understand why I love the Pacific Northwest so much; it rains a lot, there’s hardly any sun, it’s kind of cold, it’s boring..yada yada yada. However, until you live there, and experience it yourself….You don’t know JACK and….(read photo)
Yup. You’re not hip. Why do I love this place so much you ask? Well, here’s a list of why I *heart* The Evergreen State (and the PNW in general):
Clean air- the constant rain, and the beautiful foliage keep the air so crisp, clear and clean that you can smell the dirt, the rotting leaves, and if you’re lucky and live in ‘The City of Destiny” –then you get the stinky aroma of Tacoma…which is about once a month, but compared to the contaminated L.A. air…I’d take it any day. Diversity- Yes, I understand Los Angeles is very
Have you wondered where I’ve been??!!! Well, if you must know…I’ve been sitting on my lazy ass when I’m not doing school work, or freelance work, or being a mom or trying to figure out how I’m going to pay all these parking tickets so I can register my car for new tags, since the current ones are 2 months PAST DUE! (Ridin’ Dirty by Chamillionaire is my current theme song). I could probably go postal, but I won’t. Unlike Washington State, California doesn’t allow you to renew your registration UNTIL you’ve paid ALL parking tickets. What sucks is all my tickets could have been avoided if I wasn’t so absent-minded. Taking my sweet time adding change to a parking meter (the dickwad meter maid was waiting for my time to run out, according to a shop owner that met me at my car when he saw me), parking on the wrong side of the street during street sweeping day, parking in a “30 minutes only” zone for 45 minutes (because I took longer than expected)….so with tickets and tags, that’s $500 upfront. Great, right? Yeah…*palm to forehead* In addition to tuition, books, gas, rent, utilities…I’m hanging
Almost exactly two years ago…I met an amazing guy. Tall, handsome, great personality…he can build and fix shit…great, right?
Before I get too deep into this post, please know that this story is not worthy of becoming an episode of Catfish (we met in person). I was just out of a relationship, he was moving to Canada…so obviously, there was nothing more to us than getting to know each other.
So far, getting to know him has been great. About a year after we met, he visited me in Washington and we had a great time. Since then, between my school and him working 12 hour days, a visit hasn’t been possible. However, where I will be attending school (transferring) is only a 4 hour drive away from where he lives in British Columbia and he has already made it clear that he intends to visit on weekends (with my approval of course).
This is where you wonder where I’m getting at, right? LOL
Ok. So, obviously in two years we have discussed everything under the sun…and after a conversation we had this afternoon, and knowing that we’ll soon be living only a short drive apart.I don’t think it’s wise
