The Dinner…

OMFG! My sister is whacked!She literally made whatever anyone wanted… AND the kick-ass, punk-rock turkey from hell!I think it topped Mr. White’s bacon-wrapped bird… Prosciutto wrapped rosemary sprigs skewered with garlic and stuck into the legs. The stuffing was bread and sausage and celery and onions and apricots. Get this… she loosened the skin from […]

Holiday OCD

Most everyone is off running/watching Louisville’s Thanksgiving Turkey Trot Run,so I thought I would take some time to conquer the great unknown that is LJ tags… The freak-ass designer in me is driven to create a poetic system,big surprise there… So this is the explanation post… Adoration – Not quite on my knees (look for […]

Laughin’ at My Sorry Ass

Yeah…er, um…sure… I was gonna go the WHOLE freakin’ weekend without posting… Bwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha… So the entire family is asleep, but I slept too much on the drive here. And I am a bit too pissy to sleep… It seems that David overlooked telling me that he was planning all along to head back early to […]

One Last One – I SWEAR This is the Last!

Okay, David’s work crisis is over.Another social work masterpiece! He will be home any minute and off we go.My sister didn’t believe that we were late getting off because of David.Ouch! One last parting thought… I always wear my heart on my sleeve – as a conscious effort.I know it will not break. People are […]

Prep for the Holiday

Well… I just called off work today…It was only a “half” day which would have ended up more like two hours. I decided I didn’t want to pack dirty clothes to launder at my sister’s.I am sure I will be a posting whore until we hit the road,but while I am feasting my LJ will […]

Tonight, the Role of Villian Will Be Played by Sustiva

My recent stroll down the lane has left my fixating on a couple of things during my chemotherapy treatment. They are tied into one of the anti-retrovirals in my first drug regimen, Sustiva. I was digging through the cupboard, hoping to find a facts sheet from the pill bottle, but no luck. I would have […]