Sunday, April 28, 2013

My Ride-Along and a Rant


Well, I can safely report that I had a great ride along with the local police department. Super nice officers who were great about having me in the car with them. During my four hours we took a young women to the local jail who we pulled over for a minor traffic violation, but she had an outstanding warrant for her arrest. Then we went to a local restaurant to mediate a domestic dispute between divorced parents and their kids who didn’t want to be with dad for the weekend. Then we went out on a call to intervene with a man and woman who were also having a domestic incident – he had already busted her lip – but she didn’t want to press charges because “I love him.” Unfortunately for them both, once the police were involved, he was on his way to jail and his attitude did nothing to help his case. It was a fascinating evening and showed me some sights and situations I had no idea existed. I was glad to get home to Hud and Pepper!

Love the little Pepper girl!

If you follow Peter Shankman’s column, you’ve already seen this, but I was so blown away by this email, I thought I would share it here, as well. When I was in school, my mother drilled into my head “never put anything on paper that you wouldn’t want the whole world to read.” I do remember getting caught writing snarky comments about people and finding myself on the wrong side of some little girl’s wrath, so that’s why my mother had to say it over and over again. But finally, it sank in, and I’ve taken those words to heart. And, in this day and age – on computers – I would add don’t put anything online you don’t want the whole world to read. I think this is a lesson Rebecca Martinson, from the University of Maryland, should have learned a long time ago!

Caity Weaver, from Gawker.com does a great job of breaking down this amazing email:

A tipster forwarded us the following expletive and CAPS-ridden email tirade, sent to the entire sorority chapter by one of its executive board members, that will go down in history as one of the most passionate denunciations of F***ING AWKWARD AND BORING-ness ever committed to words.

 [UPDATE 4/25: The sorority sister who authored the email has now resigned.]
The impetus for the email: Sisters' inability to participate in Greek Week activities (particularly: those involving their "matchup" fraternity, Sigma Nu) to the satisfaction of the board.
(Put another way: Delta Gamma's leadership was concerned that its young achievers weren't living up to the sorority's historic mission "to foster high ideals of friendship among college women, to promote their educational and cultural interests, to create in them a true sense of social responsibility and to develop in them the best qualities of character.")
I do not give a flying f***, and Sigma Nu does not give a flying f***, about how much you f***ing love to talk to your sisters. You have 361 days out of the f***ing year to talk to sisters, and this week is NOT, I f***ing repeat NOT ONE OF THEM.
In the missive, the author expresses concern for her sisters' ("you stupid c**ks") mental well being...
Are you people f***ing retarded?
...and encourages them, earnestly, to reach out to her if she might be of assistance.
That's not a rhetorical question, I LITERALLY want you to email me back telling me if you're mentally slow so I can make sure you don't go to anymore night time events.
She reveals that she has received word from individuals expressing concern that Delta Gamma girls have not been themselves at recreational sporting events...
I've not only gotten texts about people being f***ing WEIRD at sports
...and behaving in ways observers found unusual.
but I've gotten texts about people actually cheering for the opposing team. The opposing. F***ing. Team. ARE YOU F***ING STUPID?!!
Though the author understands the importance of good sportsmanship...
I don't give a S**T about sportsmanship
...she worries this behavior could create the impression that Delta Gamma is a house divided.
I will f***ing c**t punt the next person I hear about doing something like that, and I don't give a f*** if you SOR me, I WILL F***ING ASSAULT YOU.
Finally, she instructs any sisters who might not feel up to socializing to stay home and recuperate...
I swear to f***ing God if I see anyone being a godd*** boner at tonight's event, I will tell you to leave even if you're sober.
...because maintaining an atmosphere of conviviality is key.
I would rather have 40 girls that are fun, talk to boys, and not f***ing awkward than 80 that are f***ing f****ts.
Love you girls!
And for those of you who are offended at this email, I would apologize but I really don't give a f***. Go f*** yourself.

Want to read the entire email in all it’s glory? It’s worth your time, just for the sheer audacity of it. Just clicker here: Crazy email  I can’t believe that this delusional girl actually believed she could put this rant in an email to her “sisters” and that no one else would see it. Ah, youth. She’s already resigned from the sorority . . . do you think this will follow her as she graduates from college and tries to find a job? Don’t doubt it. Your online profile is there for the world to see! And stays around FOREVER!

Friday, April 26, 2013

So very tired . . .

I could put my head down on my desk right now and just sleep . . . and sleep . . . and . . .

Have you ever felt like that? I'm an eight-hour per night girl. I need my sleep. I crave sleep! But Hud and his dear, dear softball team had a double-header last night and, as the official score keeper, I was out there. Supporting the team. Cheering them on. And staying up WAY past my bedtime. It wasn't so bad last night, when I heard the clock chiming 11:30 pm. But this morning, when the alarm went off at 5:00 - there was no way I could get out of bed!!
Hud at bat

So, now I'm suffering! I was just texting Hud, and he seems every bit as miserable as I am! I'd love to know who, in the local Parks & Rec Dept, put together this schedule - where the team has a bye week, but then has a week where they play an 8:30 and a 9:30 game. Don't they understand that we are old, working people? Honestly!


Hud takes the field

So, enough of Lyda Ann and her tired rant for today. I get to ride around with the local police department tonight as part of learning about my county through the Chamber of Commerce, so THAT ought to be fascinating!! Wish me luck!

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

This is why I love Pandora

Your radio in the car or wherever you might listen to it is okay - but you usually hear the same 20 or so songs over and over . . . and over. I'm really starting to love Pandora because it plays songs from artists that are like other artists I've already said I like - and I usually end up liking the new songs I hear!

Like this song from Skylar Grey - which got me thinking about poetry. I love the way poets (and song writers) can take just a few words and tell a complete, wonderful story. I wish I had that ability. I'm from the "why use 5 words when you can use 50 instead" school of writing, so I'm afraid I will never be able to write poetry like this. But tell me what you think - I'd love to hear your opinion. And before you ask - no, I'm not in a relationship that in any way resembles the one described in this song!! I am simply blown away by the melody and her ability to paint a picture with so few words.


“Love the Way You Lie, Part III”
Skylar Grey

On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don’t know why I’m still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But you’ll always be my hero
Even though you’ve lost your mind

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well, that’s alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that’s alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie

Now there’s gravel in our voices
Glass is shattered from the fight
In this tug of war you always win
Even when I’m right
‘Cause you feed me fables from your head
With violent words and empty threats
And it’s sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well, that’s alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that’s alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie.

So maybe I’m a masochist. I try to run , but I don’t wanna ever leave
Till the walls are going up in smoke with all our memories.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well, that’s alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that’s alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Testing . . . testing

Poor ol' Hud - today he had to have . . . well, let's call it a "medical procedure" and yesterday he had to spend the afternoon and evening preparing for it. It's not a very comfortable preparation to go through and, poor thing - it kept him up all night long! But all is well and he came through it all with flying colors! The funny thing is, he doesn't remember anything about the time from the end of the procedure until almost before we got home. He slept four hours once I got him back home.

I'm not trying to turn this into a food blog, but I tried a new recipe for chicken tonight and even finicky Hud thought it was good. And it was easy - which is always good! You might want to give it a try.

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Bruschetta Chicken


  • 1/2 cup flour
  • 2 eggs, beaten
  • 4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
  • 1/4 cup grated parmesan cheese
  • 1/4 cup crushed garlic croutons
  • 1 tablespoon butter, melted
  • 2 large tomatoes
  • 3 tablespoons minced fresh basil
  • 2 garlic cloves, minced (appox. 1 teaspoon)
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • salt & pepper to taste
Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Grease 9x13 baking dish. Place flour & beaten eggs in separate shallow bowls. Dip chicken into flour, then into eggs. Place into baking dish. Combine parmesan cheese, crushed croutons, & melted butter then sprinkle on chicken. Loosely cover with foil. Bake for 30-40 minutes, or until top is browned and chicken is cooked through. Chop tomatoes and combine with last ingredients. Spoon mixture over chicken, and return to oven for 5-7 minutes or until tomato mixture is heated through. *note: bruschetta (tomatoes, garlic, basil, olive oil) can also be made in blender.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

This might be worth the headache . . .

I've been doing some dietary experiments recently to figure out what are migraine triggers for me. Oh so sadly, I have discovered two of them are chocolate and caffeine (and it's probably the caffeine in chocolate, but I haven't put it to the test.) Which really breaks my heart, because there is nothing I love better than a venti mocha latte from Starbucks. I also experimented with cutting some other foods out of my diet and then added them back in one at a time and found that gluten gives me a little bit of trouble, too. Grreeaatt . . . just what I wanted to hear. No chocolate, no coffee and now no bread? This is getting really bad!

But I just saw the most delicious looking recipe online that makes me think it might be worth the headache - what do you think?


Hershey's Special Dark Truffle Brownie Cheesecake



Ingredients for Brownie Layer:
6 tablespoons melted butter or margarine
1-1/4 cups sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 eggs
1 cup plus 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/3 cup Hershey's cocoa
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt

Ingredients for Truffle Cheesecake Layer:
3 packages (8 ounces each) cream cheese, softened
3/4 cup sugar
4 eggs
1/4 cup heavy cream
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 cups (12 ounce package) Hershey's Special Dark Chocolate Chips, divided
1/2 teaspoon shortening (do not use butter, margarine, spread or oil)

Directions:
1. Heat oven to 350 degrees. Grease 9-inch springform pan.

2. For Brownie Layer, stir together melted butter, 1-1/4 cups sugar and 1 teaspoon vanilla. Add 2 eggs; stir until blended. Stir in flour, cocoa, baking powder and 1/2 teaspoon salt; blend well. Spread in prepared pan. Bake 25 to 30 minutes or until brownie layer pulls away from sides of pan.

3. Meanwhile for Truffle Cheesecake Layer, beat cream cheese and 3/4 cup sugar with electric mixer on medium speed in large bowl until smooth. Gradually beat in 4 eggs, heavy cream, 2 teaspoons vanilla and 1/4 teaspoon salt until well blended.

4. Set aside 2 tablespoons chocolate chips. Place remaining chips in large microwave-safe bowl. Microwave at Medium (50%) 1-1/2 minutes or until chips are melted and smooth when stirred. Gradually blend melted chocolate into cheesecake batter.

5. Remove Brownie Layer from oven and immediately spoon cheesecake mixture over brownie. Return to oven; continue baking 45 to 50 minutes or until center is almost set. Remove from oven to wire rack. With knife, loosen cake from side of pan. Cool to room temperature. Remove side of pan.

6. Place remaining 2 tablespoons chocolate chips and shortening in small microwave-safe bowl. Microwave at Medium 30 seconds or until chips are melted and mixture is smooth when stirred. Drizzle over top of cheesecake. Cover; refrigerate several hours until cold. Garnish as desired. Cover and refrigerate leftover cheesecake.

If you give this recipe a try, be sure and let me know how delicious it is. I'm not above enjoying these things vicariously. Of course, Pepper would be ALL OVER something like this, too - she doesn't know chocolate is just as bad for her as it appears to be for me!

Saturday, April 20, 2013

See Lyda Ann Run. Run, Lyda Ann, Run!


We did it! Hud and I got up – way before the sun this morning – and drove about an hour from here to run in another 5K race. For someone who always said she would only run if someone was chasing her with a gun, I can’t believe I am actually doing this . . . but I am! This makes the 6th race I’ve run in since I started a “Couch to a 5K” training program last June and then ran my first 5K in October. Now, I can’t say I love running, but I love when I’m done! And all of the races we run in are for good causes – for instance, today’s race supported brain tumor research – so I always feel as though I’m doing a good deed with my run.

It was a lot chillier than I thought it was going to be for the start of the race this morning. I was wearing shorts – and really wished I had worn longer pants! Usually I warm up during the race, but my hands never got warm today. Participating in all these races has also helped me overcome my aversion to porta-potties, if you can imagine such a thing! If you had told me a year ago that I would willingly use a porta-potty, I would have told you that you were crazy. But when you’re out there at the starting line and the only alternative is to run for 30+ minutes with a full bladder, you quickly learn to adjust!

I’ve also had to let go of the idea that Hud and I can run together. I learned my lesson on that one during a race last November when I tried to keep up with his pace and stride. I only lasted about two-thirds of the way through the course . . . and then I was DONE. I ended up having to walk the rest of the way – I couldn’t run another step! So now I know – I just run my race and let Hud run his and then we meet up at the end.

So now I’m dealing with all the long-time runners (friends) who want to see me increase the distance I’m running and move up to 10K or half-marathon races. No Thank You. I am very happy with my little 5K race distance, thank you very much. The great thing about 5K is – even if you’re having a horrible run and you can’t make it another step, you’re never so far away from the start/finish line that you can’t walk back. With those longer races – especially a marathon – and I say this with all due respect to those who can do it, I just don’t want to get out there on the course and not be able to get back under my own steam. Silly? Probably. But that’s how I’m thinking about it right now and I’m good with it. I’ll keep running 5K races and who knows – I may change my mind later on.



But anyway, here we are – ready for the race to begin. My number is inside the jacket and it was so cold I never took my jacket off. We’ll be running again in two weeks in the Susan G. Komen race for breast cancer. Keep running!

Friday, April 19, 2013

Out of the habit and out of . . .

No, I really didn't fall off the face of the earth . . . didja miss me? You know how it is. One excuse for not writing leads to another and the next thing you know six (maybe seven?) months have passed and you haven't made one single blog entry! Not one!! I'd like to say I've been doing fabulous things, like training for a marathon and winning a Nobel prize, but come on . . . let's be real.

I HAVE been running in some 5K races since last we spoke !! and we put Fatty McButter-pants Pepper on a diet, so that's been a lot of fun. She's been practicing her sad "I'm very hungry" look and she has it down to a fine art.

I wasn't sure exactly how to re-start my blog, other than to jump right back in and then I saw this online and decided - in light of recent events - it was the perfect re-entry for me. Hud and I will be running in another 5K tomorrow and I'll have some race results for you.