Where's The Beef?

Yesterday, Jason, Sabrina, and I went to the Depot Grill. It was our first time there. Since I am so picky, I chose to have a cheeseburger well done. Jason tried the Bison burger. The waitress said that the Bison burger was lower in fat and had extra taste. So, I tried of piece of his, before he took a bite, and it was really good! He said it was okay. I was thinking I wanted more! (If anyone knows me, I do not try new things! Especially when I am on the verge of being a vegetarian.) But before I kept on to that idea, Jason said, "You know that this is not regular beef, it is actually Bison/Buffalo meat..." It took a minute to realize it. Then I felt sick. I couldn't eat anymore. How did I get tricked into this? The first time I had deer meat, I gagged! The smell was bad enough to knock me down. (Okay, you are wondering why am I making such a big deal? I need to get over it!)

Like I said, I do not like to try new things, it's sad that I am missing out on things. I could never do Fear Factor, or go on Survivor. And if I got lost in the woods for days, I would not eat maggots! My brother Dan is the same way, but he is far, far pickier than I. In fact, his fear factor would consist of any normal home cooked meal. Like that last thing he would eat is a cheeseburger! There was a time, I could never forget, that my dad offered $500 cash to my brother if he just simply ate a whole country fried steak. (my mom's steak was so good, especially when it was crispy) At this time, my brother was in high school, we lived at the farm, and my cousin Chad was there visiting from Utah. Danny said okay, with Chad encouraging him the whole time. I watched him to make sure he did not cheat. But he was taking forever to finish it! With each bite, he quickly washed it down with Chocolate milk. With a quarter of it left, everyone had left the table but Chad and himself. I went and sat in the TV room, bored. And it seemed like everyone else disappeared. Then it happened! He did not finish it! With just a few bites left. I could not believe what I was hearing, he was throwing up in the kitchen sink! I did not get up, I plugged my ears, and my cousin Chad came in laughing! Then my dad came in, and I tried to stop him, but before I could he went over to the sink. (my dad has a weak stomach) He gagged and gagged, and I laughed, and gagged, and laughed some more. My poor dad actually had to clean it up. Then I swear, never again, my brother will eat beef. So where's the beef? Oh yeah, it's in the kitchen sink! LOL

I just had to share this story with you!

I Am A Mutt!

I am a mutt... What I mean about that is, that I am a mixed breed of all sorts and in different ways. For one, I hate it when someone asks me where I am from, that isn't a easy question for me to answer. If you want where I was born, that's easier. Who are my ancestors? Well, that's tough and confusing too. I have Scottish, German, Irish, English, and Cherokee blood.

For the longest time, I didn't care about St. Paddy's day, because I have Scottish blood, and since I have always had a thing for Sean Connery, I thought sharing this small common thing, made me feel superior. (it's a funny thing, Sean portrayed a Irishman in a movie I loved him in, Doobie O'Gill and the Little People) But in time, I found out through genealogy, the Irish snuck into my family tree.

On my mom's side, her parent's were Irish, Scottish and German. On my dad's side, it was English and Indian. The heritage I have always felt closer to is, of course that of the Cherokee blood. Hence, my dark brown eyes and brown hair. It's the most blood that I contain,(I think) because my great grandma was full Cherokee. My grandma, Genny, was half. So she always use to tell me that I had her eyes, and I use to tan quite easily. Why I don't now is a mystery. So that's it, not much tell, I am a mutt, and so are my kids. What about you?

The Sweet Hearts Dance, the night I fell in love...

The Photo above is Not me...

When I moved to Utah from Alaska in November, I had left a boyfriend behind, promising to come back and be loyal to him while I was away. Ha! Of course that was too much to ask of me, I was only 17! Moving to Utah for only my junior year, seemed hard on a kid, but I did it, and quickly made new friends. I was loyal to my guy for about three months, the first week I was there, I was asked out to go to a Jazz game. But I had no idea what the Jazz was, and I said no.( I wish I had gone now) When I met my friend Shannon, I became part of a small pack of LDS kids, gone awry. She was in love with a boy, who happened to be related to Jason. At this point, I did not meet him. Because of Brian's strict parent's, they did not approve of her going out with him. So she had this idea that I would pretend to be his date, meet his parent's and then we would switch at the movies. The only thing was, her date, was his best friend, and he was not my type!

For one thing, I did not like to date guys my height or close to it. And that he was. He was nice, but he liked me more than I liked him, let's just say. Shannon thought our scheme was such a success, that she wanted to do it again. I went along with it reluctantly. Then things got unbearable, so I asked Shannon to find me another date, for the upcoming Sweethearts dance. So one day, about two weeks before, we were sitting in the commons area, Shannon told me about Bear. That is Jason, in high school, it was his nickname, people knew him by. I thought Bear? Oh brother...Then I saw him, Shannon told me he was as cute as Brian, tall with dark curly hair, but he wasn't. I admittedly said no way! Bear was wearing huge tinted glasses, the tightest pants I ever saw on a guy, and a deer on his sweater. I decided then that I would go with Aaron instead, so I did.

Before the dance, we went to a fancy restaurant all decked out. Aaron knew at this point that I was not into him, and he tried to make me jealous by paying special attention to Jason's date, Jenny. There were eight of us in total, sitting in the candle light. Jason and Jenny sat at our end. Aaron was not really talking to me, nor I to him. It was then, I noticed him, when he spoke to me and acted like such a gentleman. He wore contacts, a red bow tie, black slacks, with red suspenders. I thought he was so cute! He had good teeth, which was a plus and a must. I was smitten. And when we got to the dance, I told Shannon, we had to get rid of this Jenny girl. She agreed, and from then on, it was on to hatching more schemes, all in the name of love.

To Be Continued....

Procrastination is Of the Devil?!

Do you ever have those days where you know there are things that have to be done, but your just not doing it? Move body move, think brain think, you would think I was born a blond! (no offense to those who are) I just want to do nothing, I admit it. I don't want to physically do anything, but yet if I don't I will pay the consequences. Right now, I have about a million things to do, but guess what, I am on the computer! It's not that I am sitting being possessed by it or anything, I had a reason to be on here. But really, I having having some issues right now, and I am venting.

Oh great, now the kids are home! That makes everything even better! At this point, I love being home alone! I sometimes daydream of having my own apartment, everything is clean, and I am alone! (that sounds crazy huh?) I also think that my cat is pregnant, what a hussy...geesh she gets around. She had two different boyfriends a few weeks ago, hanging around our house. They are both orange, she is not. I would be relieved to finally get some kittens that aren't black. (not to sound raciest, but over the years that is all we have had pretty much) I guess I need to get over this and just do what I have to! The last few nights I have had a hard time sleeping thing about this dinner/dance at the church and then of course the hundred phone calls I had to make for the dance at the school next week, I am in charge of. I will be relieved to have everything done. I had a list of things to do yesterday, and it all got blown by being tortured by the dentist from 10:30 to 1pm! Then again today for a hour. Plus I have this guilt to drop everything and help my parents when they need it. Which they suddenly do, and the last three Fridays, instead of having our date day, Jason and I have been working for them.

So what lesson did I learn? If I would have made the phone calls along time ago, I would not be doing this now, at the last minute. If I had insisted to move and clean everything until it was done for my parents all at once, it would be done. If I would have gotten the cat fixed, I wouldn't be complaining. And if I would have stayed off this computer, I wouldn't be in such a time crunch. Okay, enough said. procrastination

Over the Hills and Through The Snow!

Yesterday it finally snowed good enough to enjoy it! I have got my fill now, I am good. Today it's about 13 degrees, bitterly cold, and I see that mother nature is still playing tricks on us. In a few days, the snow will be gone, and it will be near 60 again. Thank goodness we got our flu shot! Anyways, it seemed everybody got a snow day but us. The kids had to wait until they got home to go sledding. And so we did. Is it terribly wrong to laugh when your kid gets ran over by a girl on a tube? Or is it wrong to give a good push to your husband, who is much to big to be on a tiny round sled, in Superman position, which causes him to almost go faster than a bullet? Is it wrong to trick your kid into going down on the hill where I know there is a big bump in the way that will cause them to fly off their sled? I am bad, very bad....

When we went sledding on a Mary Baldwin hill, I was remembering how ruthless I was with my younger siblings that I never gave them a reason to trust me, but they still did. In my earlier blogs, I talked about having to sled to school down one of two hills from my apartment complex. Buttbreaker or Killer Hill. (I did not name them, it was known to everyone) The Buttbreaker path was the quickest route to school, it was a wide path through the trees and it did not go straight down. It was loaded with stumps from trees that had been cut down but not pulled out. When it snowed, they were completely covered. It really hurt sometimes to go down it.

Next was Killer hill. It was very steep, next to impossible to walk up. It was like a 90 degree angle almost. The only way up was hanging onto the smaller trees on the side of it. One dark day, I took my sister and brother to go sledding. Many other kids had the same idea, along with some people on skis too. I always talked the kids into connecting sleds and going down together in a big mob. And it just so happened that later, I pushed my little brother Danny by himself in a huge long sled. He laid down in it, because he was so light, as fast as he went he crashed big time. Afterwards, he did not get up. He laid there. And I had to slide down on my pants. I knew something was wrong, and I had that feeling it was my fault. He was acting funny, and would not walk. So I let him lay in the sled while I dragged him up, pulling myself with one arm onto the trees. When I got up there I was mad we had to leave, but he was asleep in the sled, and I took him all the way home by myself leaving my sister. I let him lay in the sled when I had to walk up the three flights of stairs to get my mom. I still remember this guilt I was feeling. I shouldn't have laughed about it, when it happened. My mom ended up rushing down, worried, He did end up having a concussion. Not a good thing. Why is it that people put sledding videos on America's Funnest Home Videos? Why do we laugh at it? Why do I?