The Tale of the Disappearing Green Bloody Mary Mix..

  I have recently wanted to become a more creative Bartender, and when our crew moved to a new place with a new name it was the kick in the arse I needed to become more adventurous in the way of cocktails.

  One afternoon, something wonderful showed up on my computer screen amid all the gross peach-foo-foo and douchey mcdoucherton drinks..it was a picture of a green bloody mary. GREEN! That sounded amazing, and no one else out here has those, so I decided that I had to check it out, make some, and convince the Boss that we needed to run these IMMEDIATELY!

  About a month later (yeah, that's how I roll) I bought a whole bunch of produce. Tomatillos, celery, cucumber, cilantro, bell pepper, jalapenos, and probably some other stuff that I can't remember off hand, and made this delicious green juice! It was amazing! Not quite ready to be called a bloody mary mix yet, but I probably could have lifted a bus off the ground after drinking some...it was Popeye Power in a glass. It needed to be "watered" down with booze or it could be dangerous. But first, I needed the help of my coworker, Chef Ed.

  I brought the magic green juice down to Lucy's Lounge (the name of our new place, for those of you that don't know me personally) and we started adding stuff. Horseradish (I'm a huge fan), celery salt, Tabasco (Wait, wont that turn it a gross color? Actually, no), Worcestershire sauce, more horseradish, more stuff that I can't recall and then I remembered the green Tabasco! That would be perfect! Turns out we didn't have any (I accidentally let it slip to the wait staff that we had half a bottle of it stashed in the bar then it mysteriously disappeared but whatever), but I'm using that next time.

  ANYway, it turned out freaking awesome, so when I could convince someone to try a nice green bloody mary, I was kind of stoked. So I sold more. Then more. Then it was gone and I had forgotten to save some for the Boss to try. What is great is that the people who have tried them, AND friends that have seen them on Facebook but haven't tried them yet are coming in and asking me about them, so of course I am going to make more. I just have to get to the store and get the supplies, which I will do soon.

  I guess this is my very long winded way of saying that Lucy's will have the green marys back this weekend.


 

Now I am Starting to get Mad...

  For whatever reason, people have always felt the need to gossip abut me. Maybe it is the fact that I am 6'3" and I have made sure that at least 1/3 of the people around here aren't totally certain that I have been a woman my entire life (I have. I have also lived here my entire life, so most of these idiots have seen me grow up). Maybe it's because I had a son young in life and gave him up to his father to raise because I had nothing, for one thing (the other things aren't for a public blog, but I would be willing to discuss the subject). Actually, it's because these assholes would rather make shit up than actually ask me a question...

  Recently, it has come to my attention that I am sort of known as an irresponsible parent. Really? Has MY child ever called anyone at 9pm saying that they didn't have a ride home and could they stay at your house? Because listen assholes, some of your kids have. And you know what? I didn't automatically assume that you would let your children sleep on the street because you were too lazy to pick them up, I assumed that I was helping YOU because something came up or something. And in addition, I don't think it's cool if one of your kids calls you to come get them in the middle of the night because they don't feel good and no one bothers to tell me. I just hear the freaking door close and jump up and run outside to see your tail lights. But I just figure that you are tired, and not an inconsiderate prat. Or, heavens to mergatroy, a bad parent.

  I can't play totally ignorant, because I know part of the reason. I live with huge amounts of pain daily, and although I am sure that most people would be more accepting of me if I were to take huge amounts of pain pills to deal with it, or drink gallons of alcohol to dull it, I do not accept that fate for myself. I have also developed awful anxiety, and refuse to take a bunch of pills for that also, even though to most, a pill popper is more socially acceptable. Well, this ain't anyone else's life but mine, and I choose a different route to deal with my issues. And ya know what? I am not breaking any laws except for maybe your moral ones, and don't expect for me to live up to your morals, especially if you think it's morally acceptable to talk shit about someone and decide they are a terrible parent, rather than talk to said supposed bad parent and find out for your own damned self. Oh, and then send your kids here anyway. If I decided to be a jerk and judge one of the parents of my kid's friends as lesser than whatever, I certainly wouldn't let my kid go over there because that would make ME a pretty freaking bad parent. So chiggity check yoself before you wriggity wreck yoself because Michael Jackson was allegedly bad, but every parent that dropped their kid off there after the rumors started was WORSE! BAM!

  Because of the way I choose to deal with my pain and anxiety, I basically took the blame when someone's kid got into huge trouble. I didn't realize it at the time, but it has been decided amongst the parents that I am the only person in the Universe that uses this medicine, so therefore, the kids obviously get it from me. So I guess when certain kids were sneaking out of your houses on weekends, they were going to Midnight Mass or to help feed the hungry or some otherwise Saintly act, eh? Mmm-hmm...

  There is one thing that I MUST address, again, because it seems that everyone assumed this happened when I was busy being an irresponsible parent. That is the stupid pepper spray video that took place in my house a few months ago. My daughter had 2 friends staying over. I figured that since they were all 16 and 17, it would be ok to leave them on their own for 45 minutes. Anyway, when I got back home, I got on my computer and THE video was saved to my desktop. It was of one of the kids spraying pepper spray into my kid's face and her reaction as the 3rd girl took a video. My first thought was that was probably the stupidest thing they had done to date. My second was that I was going to get into HUGE trouble with the other parents because somehow the kids had found MY pepper spray (there I go, being irresponsible again), then gotten the idea, then executed the idea. Turns out it was the sprayer's pepper spray, but whatever. It was stupid, and I bet my kid isn't going to volunteer to get pepper sprayed ever again. I am not mad at the sprayer, nor am I mad at her parents for providing her with the pepper spray. NOR do I have any ill feelings or judgements towards her parents for the incident. I do know, however, if different kids were involved, or if MY kid was the sprayer, there would be hell to pay. Don't be mistaken, I wasn't excited about the video, or anything that had to do with it, but I figured that the punishment hit my kid the second the pepper spray hit her face, so there was no yelling or throwing of anything...

  SO, whatever y'all may think, this is NOT the party house, NOR am I a "Cool Mom." Maybe parents should spend some time finding out who the ACTUAL "Cool Mom" is and where the ACTUAL party house is and then go throw the judgey hammer down on THAT parent while you still let your kid go over there. Then you can figure out why y'all get mad at ME when you think your kids steal my medicine, because it is not MY job to teach YOUR kid that it isn't ok to steal. And if I thought that anyone's kid was stealing from me, that kid wouldn't be allowed over here. Duh.

  Just like my post about my relationship (which is still just dandy, by the way), since we have taken the time to talk about my parenting, let's talk about everyone else's. Oh, something suddenly came up and you have to go? Yeah, sounds about right. Carry on...I'll just keep hanging out with my non judgey parent friends. Too bad most of the good ones live in my computer, but at least they blog...

The Fleecing of the Earthlings

  It actually started a few months ago. I was having a really bad back day and as a result, was stuck in bed with nothing but the TV to keep me company for days. I came across a commercial. One of those really long ones that for some reason, they always play twice in a row. It was some kind of especially magic weight loss pill. It was especially magic because not only does it make you lose weight, but the fat disappears too (probably comes out with the oily stool, but that's for a different blog...).

  Now listen here, I would gladly stay 200-something pounds if it meant that I could once again jam my butt in those 34X36 501s in the bottom of the pile in the bottom drawer. Meaning, DUH! Generally, losing weight means shrinking your fat ass, which means burning fat. Seriously, DUH!!! THAT is the especially magic selling point? Now that I think about it, anyone dumb enough to think that a pill is a good alternative to exercising and putting the cookies and Diet Pepsi down once in a while would probably go for this...

  Then, the other day I was cruising Pinterest and came across something that I am ashamed to admit that I clicked on...the reusable paper towels. Good for the environment, good for the pocketbook (who even says that anymore?), and you can even make them yourself!!! WOW!!! I actually wish I had come up with this idea, because, well, DUH again. PAPER towels are the paper version of TOWELS. Therefore, the reusable version of PAPER towels would be TOWELS. Seriously, I am no scientist, but this is just simple science. And common sense...

  Now today, while I am catching up on The Voice and figuring out what to do with all this extra furniture that's in the middle of every room for some reason, a commercial comes on that just takes the cake. It's a snap on keyboard for your IPad/Kindle/whatever tablet thing that everyone has to have because they don't want to have to open and close a lap top (I guess). So basically, a desk top was too big and not mobile, so we had to get lap tops. Then the lap top became too big and bulky and heavy and I don't know what else, so we had to get these tablet things. Now, I don't have one, so I don't really know, maybe they do awesome magical stuff, but the tablet doesn't have a keyboard that you can fold to close (like a what?? A freaking lap top). So now we have to buy something ELSE to make the thing we bought because the OTHER thing was too bulky....wait for it...JUST LIKE THE DAMNED BULKY THING. I feel like The Doctor when I try to wrap my mind around this (I am pretty sure I had THAT look on my face, too):

  It seems to me that we are getting stupider and stupider as a race (the Human race). Yet another example: The IPhone 562 or whatever number they are on now...seems like they should have gotten all the kinks out...seems like they shouldn't have to get a new and way improved model out, what? Twice a year? I want my shit to last for more than 6 months, thanks, especially if I have to wait in line for a month and a half to get the shit, and it costs 8,000 freaking dollars!! Shoot, even XBox and Play Station have laid off a bit, their stuff has lasted for a few years, thank goodness!! What the H people!?!?! Do we have to fall for EVERYTHING??? Do we have to buy EVERY new thing? Well yes, I guess we do, or the rest of us wouldn't be subjected to all the lame ads everywhere.

  And in that case, I have a bridge to Hawaii I'd like to sell you...

 

This Turned into a Post About RobLissa...

  I haven't been writing very much lately, and I should. It's just that every time something strikes me enough to write about it, it's been something that pisses me off and I can't manage to write about it without a lot of cuss words. Like that jerk that rode my bumper on the way home the other day. Or when I saw a supposed family member's kids the other day and couldn't say hi because they don't know who I am (the awesomest part is that I wouldn't have known who they were either if they hadn't been with their lovely and delightful mother). Or when my dog pooped on the carpet for the 80,657,392nd time because she refuses to crap on anything that is not my carpet and I now have to decide if I want to live with poop in my living room, or a ninja pooper that has to be locked up every second of every day because if you even blink for too long, she will run out and decorate the damned floor. Or the fact that if I don't talk to someone for a while, one of their first questions is, "How are you and Rob?" Or, "Are you and Rob still together?" Yes, Rob and I are still together, why? Are you expecting something else? Hoping for something else? Well too damned bad, because we get along a lot better than people seem to think.

  I guess I just figured out the subject for this particular entry, because that last thing gets me all fired up. Guess what? Rob is one of the only people that has my back, no matter what, even if I am being an asshole. I know it may come as a shock to most that I can even BE assholey at times, but alas, tis true. He has also got my back even if HE is being an asshole. Sure, we have gone through some difficult times, but so what?? 95% of the world isn't any more or any less disfunctional than we can be...when we are done talking about this, let's talk about all y'alls relationships, shall we?

  Yes, he lives next door now. And ya know what? It's awesome for the both of us. He likes to have people over, like every week, I don't. He likes to leave the toilet seat up, I prefer to have the seat and lid down. He likes to leave the porch light on at night, I don't like to make it easy for people to see well enough to steal my flowers, or the pink toilet that is STILL on my little front porch, and on that note, I am pretty sure he likes his front porch to be free of pink toilets. He prefers to have poop-free floors, I do not have that option...and if he didn't live next door, we would most likely have to rent that place out, and it's too close for me to be comfortable with that anyway...

  Sure, we sometimes holler, and get irritated with each other, but have you spent any length of time with either one of us? To say we have strong personalities would be putting it mildly. And the irritation is mostly because he is stubborn and has a low tolerance for awesome (see what I did there?)...no, it's mostly because I am high strung, anxious, bossy, and have hermit-esque tendencies, while he is animated, but more laid back (which is odd, we both admit), also bossy, and is waaaaaaaay more social. Bossy and bossy don't mix well every second of every day, but we each accept the other the way that we are. I know he sometimes wishes that I would get out of the house more, and talk about what bothers me, rather than expect him to guess (if he really loved me, he could read my mind, right? LOL), and sometimes I wish he would just hush, but when that happens, he can wander the 25 feet over to his house. And let's not forget that whatever anyone thinks our relationship, if you have lived with me for any length of time, you know how I can get...for the rest of you, I get in the mode of needing to be left alone so bad that if you are breathing in the same building as me it bothers the holy horsefeathers out of me and I get resentful and feel all invaded and secretly want to poke your eyes out and stuff...oh, did ya think I didn't know that about myself? It happens a few times a year, so it's not really like my werewolf time, but I am probably as delightful to be around as a werewolf if I am not left alone...

  Seriously, it has been almost 4 years, a record breaker for me...I have done things because of him that I have never done before, like spend the day on Haight Street cruising the shops and getting barf splashed on by a city hobo, and fly to Texas just because. If he wasn't there supporting my weird ass, I wouldn't have had the courage to do that by myself.

  So don't mind us, if you see me standing there rolling my eyes at him because I asked him what time it was and he told me how to build a watch, you can bet your sweet arse that he will be doing the same thing later when I am bitching and complaining until I am red in the face because some doofus was rude to me (or whatever)...

Homemade Things I WONT be Trying...

  I have been poking around the Internet a lot lately, looking for random awesome things to try. I got inspired around Christmas and have slowly expanded my adventures in the homemade and crafty. Some of the projects have turned out totally cool, some have been kind of weird, and some took forever to make until I discovered a quicker way that looked better anyway...right before I was done...

  You find a lot of rad things that are really nifty or yummy or inexpensive and work better and that is THE BEST. Then you come across things that, for some reason totally creep you out. Or sound disgusting. Or that you simply refuse to try because at some point, you have to draw the line. These are a few things I have come across that made me say...erm...No thank you...

  1) Ketchup. I have heard just enough about how ketchup is made to know that I don't want to know how ketchup is really made.

  2) Toothpaste. With coupons and sales, toothpaste is one of the easiest things to get for free or really cheap. We had about 10 tubes, got most of 'em for free, and then realized that 10 was borderline crazy, and sent some of them to my brother. Therefore, I am fine with store bought toothpaste. Plus, what if it turned out creepy?? I couldn't throw it away because every time you waste something a unicorn dies...this is a true story...

  3) Lip Balm. First of all, the entire thing just sounds weird, and second, who has the patience to smash that stuff into those tiny little tubes?? Not me, that's who.

  4) Deodorant. Really? This not something you want to take a chance on not working. Don't believe me? Let's take a walk and keep track of the stank/non-stank ratio of people around here. It's not good. Plus, I am not embarrassed to say that I have about 8 deodorants in my stockpile cabinet (although maybe I should be), and I payed less than 2 bucks for all of them. No, not each, don't forget who you're talking to. I paid less than 2 bucks for all 8.

  5) Cold/Cough Syrup. Let's look at the ingredient list, shall we? Onions. Raw honey. Cloves. Ginger. Slippery elm. Notice there is no sleep crack in there, only the most important thing in the store bought stuff. And I don't care HOW sick I am, I don't want to be swilling on onion juice, but thanks anyway.

  6) Mayonnaise. Although I love mayo on sandwiches, burgers, and french fries, I was once scarred for life when I encountered a 5 gallon bucket of mayo in the walk in fridge at Negri's when I worked there. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't bad, or spoiled, or sitting there with no lid. It was fine. Everything was all normal and OK. The cook was getting some out when I walked in to get some limes or something. The point is that it was 5 gallons of mayonnaise. I was just not prepared for that quantity of mayonnaise. So I don't want to be stirring it, or cooking it, or have anything to do with too personally. GAG.

  There are a bunch of other things too, homemade Nutella, yogurt, stuff like that. Too weird, too complicated, and too weird. And don't you think the yogurt could turn out really really bad really really easily? I like experimenting with making my own stuff, but I certainly don't want to die for my craft!!!

Retro "Why I DON'T Think I Should Get Out More" Blog

  **This a blog from last year...I was reminded of it this morning**

  We moved out to the boonies when I was going into the 3rd grade. I was just citified enough for my new step brothers to have a great time scaring the beejeezus out of me, but I was also just bratty and spoiled enough to enjoy the hell out of them getting into trouble when I tattled…but something happened over the years as I grew up at the end of that 3 mile dirt driveway. The boys all ended up moving to town, the step brothers with their mom, and my big brother with our father (little bro, you weren't born quite yet), so I sort of grew up as an only child of sorts, riding motorcycles and raising pigs, and as a result have turned out different from any of my siblings. I’m the hillbilly of the family. I like the quiet and solitude of the country. I don’t have much use for the city life. Sure, maybe to visit, or even live for a little while, but I always end up back here in the sticks.

  I, like everyone else, have taken a figurative beating in late 2010 and so far in 0’11. Got my uterus removed, lost my job, had to move, was tragically broke…all at the same time. We got settled into this new place and I’ll be damned if I haven’t turned into a hermit. But so what?? What’s wrong with staying at home? It’s free, for one. You don’t have to get out of your jammies, or listen to anyone’s crap, or get anyone’s cooties on you. I’m good at home.
 
  Well, circumstances brought us to San Francisco the other day. It’s about an hour and half away, so we left early, did what we had to do, then decided to stop by Haight St because we had found some really rad vintage stores on a previous journey (I like to take weekend trips to cities, SF, Reno, stuff like that. Don’t ask me to go camping in the woods, I live there). 
 
  Ever tried to park a full size Chevy in San Francisco? I haven’t, but I must say, BF did a splendid job…but this was after about 20 laps around various blocks. That’s OK, the buildings are hella cool to look at. We don’t have those where I come from. We have redwoods. Anyway…BF was starving, so after we forgot to put $ in the parking meter (we don’t have those where I come from either) we walked down to the McDonald’s. We got our food and went to a table around the corner, in an area of the restaurant that BF referred to as “less crack-like.”
 
  We sat down and started our fine dining experience. Mostly eating, not much talking, we had some ‘sploring to do!!! BF and I both noticed when 2 hobos came in and sat down across from us…about 12 feet, I’d say. No big whoop, when I see a hobo, I don’t immediately think “terrible person.” All I can say in hindsight is “Meetzar, you silly, silly little naive child!!!” But anyway… woman hobo had her arm in a sling, so man hobo had to open her drink for her (they brought their own), then threw the bag on the floor behind him. I thought, “Ass,” and kept on eating until I heard a splash near me, then another. I thought man hobo was throwing the drink across the room and I was about to become seriously pissed that he came so close to getting it on my shoes when I realized 2 things in slow motion: one, it was pink and two, he was barfing across the room. I haven’t seen that since my kiddo was a baby and projectile vomited over my shoulder, across the counter and onto the kitchen floor, but anyway…
 
  REALLY!!?!?! What in the holy horsefeathers are the chances of the one person that everyone says should get off that hill, out of the trees, go see some stuff, enjoy public again (namely, me) getting almost-barfed on the one time all year she left the county??? Do you believe in signs from above? Can you say, “Validation??” I think I’ll stay in the sticks, thanks. The redwoods may be messy, but at least they don’t barf on you!!!

The Story of Why I am so Mean to the Wrong Number Lady

  As I typed that title and hit "enter," my phone started ringing. I thought it was HER. I hate her. She drives me insane. Who is she? She is some stupid lady that is CONVINCED that my phone number belongs to one of her friends. And just in case I am one of her friends pretending that I am not, she calls every couple of weeks. Like I am going to forget her number. Thankfully though, it wasn't her. YAY!!

  It all started about a year ago. I got a call for Nancy. "No, you have the wrong number but have a nice day," I said. So she asked for Yvonne. "No, wrong number." then I hear, "Well, is this Sara?"

  Let me tell you something about me. I am a lot nicer than I lead people to believe. I have a reputation for not taking any shit, but I was ringleader (bartender) at a circus (bar) for what? 13 years? What does one expect, for me to NEVER have had to yell at ANYONE for misbehaving? I WISH!!! ANYway, basically people get 2 freebies. The third time is the charm. So when this woman asked for Sara I hollered in the phone, "You f****** have the f******wrong f****** number!!!" Then I pressed that END button as hard as I could because slamming the phone down to hang it up is no longer an option, which sucks!!!

  So you can probably imagine my surprise when my phone started ringing again. Same number. *Sigh* I answered like a normal person, "Hello?" She started asking me if I was supposed to meet Nancy for lunch. I said, very maturely I think, "I DON'T EAT LUNCH, STOP F****** CALLING ME, YOU CRAZY OLD WOMAN," and hung up again. Then, a few minutes later, RRRRING!!! Actually my phone plays a song, but you know what I mean...

  That's when normal people would answer, threaten the woman, her children, her pets, everything if she ever calls your number ever again. I didn't do that. I pretty much just repeated the stop calling me mantra and hung up again. PHEW, that seemed to work! Halleloo!!!
 
  Cut to a couple of weeks later, she called again. Once asking for someone, again asking for someone else, then on the third call she didn't have a chance to say anything because someone (me) was yelling in her ear to get my number out of her phone.
 
  This happened every few weeks. BF knew about it, and the Kiddo knew about it too, because Wrong Number Lady had called a few times when they were home and I had to explain why I was hollering into my phone like an angry fool...basically because this was really starting to piss me off!!
 
  I've been sick the past few days, so I was already totally grumped out when my phone rang the other day. I recognized the number and I was ready. I mean really, if you had a phone number in your phone, and every time you called that number you got yelled at, wouldn't you get one of your grandkids to get that number out of your phone for you? Apparantly not. SO, this time she asked for Deb when I said hello. So I told her, "No, I killed Deb, don't call this number," and waited for the second call. "Helloooo?" I said. W.N. Lady asked for Becky this time. I said, "Nope, I killed her too, quit interrupting me while I am trying to dispose of the bodies!!!" And I thought that would be it. NOPE!!! She called again, so as per usual, she got cursed and yelled at. As I said on Facebook, I really wish I wouldn't have done that. I am SO curious as to what in the holy horsefeathers she was thinking when she called back after finding out her two friends got imaginarily killed, and I can barely sleep at night because of it. I also wish I would have offered to remove my phone number from her phone, possibly with my truck. And I ALSO wish I was mean enough to REALLY ask where she lived so I could bang pots and pans together in her front yard at 3am because that is my go-to cure for everything. I have yet to try it, but I am SURE I would teach a bunch of lessons with that method!!
 
  Hopefully this is over. Hopefully she doesn't call me anymore. The funny thing is, I think I just might know who W.N. Lady is (don't ask, I will never ever tell. EVER). The OTHER funny thing is, judging from the names she asked for, I am guessing she was looking for drugs. So if she ever calls me again, I may just give in and sell her some baking soda. Or corn starch. Or sugar. Or flour. Or powdered hazelnut creamer. I'll have to ask, because I don't know what the crap looks like, but I am beginning to think that I am going about this all wrong...