Pepperoni Suprise

"Yummy!"  The first word that comes to mind when I think of this concoction.  A roommate in college made this for me.  I don't really remember what all is in it but I do remember the last time I had it.  I had a standard day set to watch a tv show with some friends of mine who would come over to the house.   It was great fun but this one particular Wednesday my boyfriend at the time had had a really close friend pass several years prior and was still taking it hard.  I forfeited that evening of tv and surprised him with a late night candlelit picnic in the park on top of the merry go round.  That was the first time he had the chicken/pepperoni mixture and my last.  I keep thinking about making it or at least coming up with my own combo to try and that is what I think of simultaneously....just so you know ;)

Rain makes everything better.

Currently I live in a Dessert Climate.  The only precipitation we get annually is generally snow.  Coming from the Plains, I miss the rain.  Everything about it: the sounds, jumping puddles, dancing in the downpour, the brightness of lightening.

Mentioning that I miss the rain to a co-worker he sent me the following link to listen to:

RainyMood.com: Rain makes everything better.

Can't say I'll miss the sounds at least!

Have a rainy day everyone! ;)

New Recipe for Cool Aid

Remember me telling you about lunch at my grandma's on Sundays when I was little?  Had to have my red plate, potatoes, and cool aid!  Yum, yum.  One Sunday it was lunch as normal until my uncle and father decided to show their horns.


We were all sitting at the table when I took my first drink of cool aid, but to my surprise it wasn't cool aid.  Hello beet juice!  Yep, that's right, the rascals had traded my grape cool aid for beet juice.  Let's just say I can't even look at a beet now without getting their horrible taste in my mouth.


Grandma's poor white antique tablecloth....

Split Heart

When I was in 4th grade I won one of those necklaces that has best on one half and friends on the other that was in the shape of a heart at Chuckie Cheese. A week later I went to my grandparents house and gave my grandmother a part of the necklace.


My senior year of high school my grandma passed away.  A sad time, but she had relocated to a better place.  As we were going through her house my mom found her half of the necklace and brought it home to me.  My gma had kept it all those years while I had lost mine.  I felt ashamed but so touched that she had kept a cheap piece of metal just for me.

I had the half-a-heart hanging in my rear-view mirror for the longest time.  Everytime I looked at it, I knew she was with and watching over me. One day my parents borrowed my car and mom was adjusting the necklace when it broke.  I haven't seen the necklace since but know that very special lady knew I was ready to fly on my own.  

Gamoush

In high school I became friends with several foreign exchange students, all of them with amazing talents and abilities.  One of them, from Korea, taught me how to play a few card games (Gampch and another one where unfortunately I forgot the name...but not the rules!)  Anywhos, I taught some of the my friends how to play them both but we all fell in love with Gampch.  One of my friends couldn't pronounce it so we all started calling it Gamoush.  Which kind of reminds me of a whale....


There's no rhyme or reason as to why I remembered this or even if you will think it is as funny as I did since it seems to be an in-the-moment thing but the fun we had in saying the names, poking fun at one another and the time we spent together was priceless.

Crazy Girl

2011 was a hard year for me.  I lost a lot and felt like I gained little (which I know isn't the case).  One of the things I lost was my grandmother, a beautiful gal.  A couple months after she passed I went to an Eli Young Band Concert with friends.  When the band sang a lovely song called Guinevere, I broke down.  One minute I was happy-go-lucky, dancing and singing and the next I had tears streaming down my cheeks as I related the brave woman in the song to my grandma.


I tell you that story to tell you this, my favorite song used to by Crazy Girl (also by Eli Young Band).  My boyfriend at the time also liked it.  In my head, I counted it as "our song."  After Guinevere, my boyfriend took me in his arms and whisper/sang all of Crazy Girl in my ear along with the country band.  I never felt more cherished or closer to him.  I took this song as a promise.


Several months later we broke up; the promise broken.  I could not listen to this song for a very long time due to extreme emotions.  The last time I heard it, I was able to resist turning the channel.  I'm not able to sing along yet, but you never know what tomorrow holds.

Snakes in the House

I was in grade school when my best friend told me that her sister had found a snake.  Was this snake in the garden? No.  Did she find it outside? Negative.  She saw the snake when she went to flush the stool after going to the bathroom.

My reaction?  "AHHHH!" In case you don't know me, I'm scared of snakes.  Terrified even.  I was going to put a picture of a snake on this blog but even the thought of it gave me the chills.  Ever since she had told me this story I have checked the toilet before going to the bathroom to see if any of the cretures had slithered up the drain.  I forgot why I had that reaction until the other night when I was taking a shower and it just came to me.  I of course put the plug in the tub before I did anything else.  I almost had to call my parents in case I was eaten by the snake.

Red Plates and Baked Potatoes

First off I LOVE potatoes.  They're practically their own food group:  mashed, baked, steamed, hash browns, french fries, etc.  Yum-yum-yum however they are.


Growing up, we lived close to my grandma and every Sunday after church we would go to her house for a Sunday meal.  Every Sunday I would set the table and every Sunday I made sure I got a red plate.  This might seem silly and my uncle and dad sure made fun of me for it but it's just what my spoiled little self wanted.  So to recap every Sunday I would make sure I had a red plate, and every Sunday I would have some form of a potato.  Not a lot, but I was happy.


Recently my grandmother passed away and the day before I moved away I was helping to clean out her house.  All I grabbed was a red  plate.  My dad thought I was crazy, but honestly how could I ask or want more?  That's one of my most vivid memories of her and that house.

QVC

At my last job, my immediate supervisor was completely infatuated with QVC, a television shopping network.  Once she told me how she went to the post office to retrieve a box she had bought from the show and ended up with 37 boxes.  She hadn't realized she had ordered so much and ended up returning a lot of it but every time I saw something new, I'd have to ask if it was a QVC purchase.  9 out of 10 times it was.  This past week a co-worker had to explain step by step to a customer about our product and basically introduce her to the web.  She had to explain what a URL was and where to find it, multiple times.  After she got off the phone, she said it was a young blonde who used to be a model for QVC.  My boss is an awesome person, so full of life and willing to do whatever it took for her employees.  I just had to let her know about this coinkadink! =)

Leslie

When I was in 4th grade my mom had a co-worker named Leslie.  This lady was so sweet and I loved to hang out with her.  One week my parents went on vacation and left me with her for a week. That's where my memory begins.


I don't remember much of that week but I do remember it being the first time I ever seeing a house with a security system or a house being renovated.  The other thing that I remember about that week is that I got really sick and Leslie and her husband didn't have any chew-able pills for me to take.  I had tried before but had not been able to swallow a pill.  They gave me this teeny tiny pill to swallow and it took me forever but I finally did it!  I guess I have to think Leslie for widening the variety of pills I can now take.


The reason I thought of Leslie the other day was because of a jacket I saw hanging up in a store.  It wasn't a fancy jacket or on a big display.  It was a Colorado Rockies jacket.  Leslie loved the Rockies.  I remember getting a prize for my AR reading points where there was a variety of things we could win.  I won Rockies tickets, which thinking back now was weird since we were located around Topeka, KS.  Anyway, Leslie was with me and I wanted to impress her  so I acted like I loved them, but secretly what did I know about baseball (at the time).  I didn't want the tickets to go to waste so I told my mom to give them to Leslie a few days later at the office.


This was kind of a random story, with no point except to point out once again how things relate and remind.  Thanks for reading!

All the Single Ladies

I had a friend, Dusty, who loved to drunkenly dance.  He wasn't very good but it was funny to watch and he didn't mind the laughter.  Loved it actually.

I've heard a lot of things about this show, Glee, but never watched it.  So far I'm not that impressed but they just sang the All the Single Ladies by Beyonce.  Made me remember him trying to remember the moves, both of us surrounded by friends.  I don't talk to Dusty much anymore.  We had different interest and grew apart.  We also had varying attitudes about life but I will never forget some of our conversations and his very different outlook on life.