I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep since Thursday. This morning at 4 AM the storm freaked out the dogs and I had to stay with them in the kitchen until 5:15 until they calmed down. I had to sing to them and lay down on their blanket to stop the whimpering and trembling. Once the storm passed, they were fine and I went back to bed. I woke up for good around 6 and decided to go look in on Maggie and have my morning coffee.

I couldn’t get a nap this afternoon because I was working around the house or running errands or kissing on the cutest, sweetest boy that quite possibly ever walked the planet. So there the idea of a nap.

Once Maggie got home, she wasn’t in the mood to eat quite yet and Nathan was working late. Cole wanted PB&J and pineapple for dinner, so I made that happen and then decided on dinner for myself.

My favorite comfort food in the world is Pasta Puttanesca. It’s not only very yummy and light, but tastes like nothing else you’ve ever had before. I have perfected a recipe for it that I’ve been using. It’s cheap, easy, and the other thing I love is the name “Puttanesca”.

In the Trastevere Quarter of Rome, one of the fixtures at night are the prostitutes that haunt the area. “Puttana” is the Italian term for prostitute, and conversely “Puttanesca”, loosely translated to “Like a prostitute” earned its name because it is quick, easy, and a little spicy to boot. In my house it is called “Ho sauce”. I love that story. Whether or not the anchovies lend any bearing on the whole prostitute thing, being fishy and all, is anyone’s guess - but smack me if I get sentimental.

I’m including my recipe here because I’m hoping some of you will try it and learn that the things you think you may not like could very well turn out to be the best things you’ve ever had.

And a word on anchovies: They have no fishy taste at all when they’re cooked - instead, they amplify the flavors of other ingredients. Here they bring out the garlic and tomato in the sauce.

Jude’s “Ho” Sauce

3-4 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
4 cloves of garlic, peeled, smashed, and chopped
1/2 tsp crushed red pepper flakes
6-8 flat anchovy filets, drained and chopped finely
(I always use extra anchovies)
2 14oz cans diced tomatoes
1 can pitted black olives, drained
2-3 tbsp capers, drained

1.) In a skillet, heat the oil over medium high heat. Add the garlic, crushed red pepper, and chopped anchovies and saute until anchovies begin to disentegrate into a paste, about 2 minutes.

2.) Pour the juices from the tomatoes into the pan and cook for about 5 minutes more until thickened, then add the tomatoes and cook for an additional 15 minutes. In the last 5 minutes, add the olives and capers and stir into the sauce.

3.) Toss freshly cooked pasta (I use linguine for this) with the sauce and serve with freshly grated parmesan cheese on the side.

4.) Grab fork. Rock on…

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Damien has a LJ now, so
those of you so inclined can add him to your friends lists and introduce yourselves to him and explain how you’re all linked to me - make it easier on me and let you speak for yourselves…

::dances a jig::

Fun Stuff Du Jour

This was suggested from , and I must admit made me laugh so hard I drank coffee in reverse through my left nostril. Which, aside from the incindiary pain, is kind of funny on its own.
Gonads & Strife

From The Onion:

Not Knowing What Else To Do (In Response To 9/11) Woman Bakes American Flag Cake

God Angrily Clarifies “Don’t Kill” Rule

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“My God this is annoying.”

- in response to the musical intro to nick.com

“Hey Mistuh DJ, put on a wecowd, I wanna dance wif my baby…UH! UH! UH!” ::pelvic thrust::

“Is my chili as good as Mommy’s?”

- Me

“No, it’s bettuh. (looking over at Maggie, then back to me) ..I mean, no, it’s not as good. I mean, yes - wait a minute, I can’t weemembuh.”
- Cole

“Can you explain why you’ve had such a bad day at school today?”

- Me

“I would, but I can’t weemembuh.”
- Cole

“Oh please, man! You remember that I was mean two years ago because I put the cat outside, but you don’t remember something you did two hours ago?”
- Me

“Well, yes.”
- Cole

“Cole, you need to do better than that. What happened today?”
- Me

(emphatically, as though this were just base logic) “You know what? I fink dat because it’s so hot outside,, da heat has fwied my bwain, and so I cannot tell you because I actuawwy CAN’T weemembuh.”
- Cole

“Kiss me, boyfriend.”

- Illeigh

HELL no - I’m wunnin’ away fwom you!”
- Cole

“Illeigh said she saw a snake by the swings at the pike. But then again, she lies moye than anyone I know.”

“Is it time foye the bitches to come in and eat?”

- regarding the family dogs

“Cole, you cleaned up your room, right?”

- Maggie

“Nope, you aye wong.”
- Cole

“Mommy, Nafen said ‘Mudduhfuckuw’ again.”

- Cole

::blank stare:: “He did? Okay then, let’s hope he doesn’t say that again.”
- Maggie

“But he did say ‘Mudduhfuckuw’, Mommy.”
- Cole

“Okay, honey - I believe you.”
- Maggie

“He weally did say it, he said ‘Mudduhfuckuw’. I pwomise.”
- Cole

::stern look:: “Cole, that’s enough.”
- Maggie

(from the living room) “MUTHA FUCKAH!!”
- Nathan

::supressing a giggle:: “MOMMY!!”
- Cole

“Who Fahyted?”

- Cole

“I pooted”
- Nathan

::accusatory tone, defiant & emphatic:: “Bullsit - that was no ‘poot’, Nayfen - YOU FAHYTED. Now go wipe.”
- Cole

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Come Home Blues - Jennifer Nettles Band

Well baby come on home
You know I got that itch
Well baby come on home
You know I got that itch
Come home, scratch my belly baby
Watch my ankle twitch

Well baby come on home
You know I miss that smell
Pretty baby come on home
You know I miss that smell
Come loosen up my collar baby
Watch me wag my tail

Well I ain’t no saint
And you ain’t no fool
I’ll do to you what I want done to me
We’ll practice that Golden Rule

Come home, there ain’t a moment none too soon
Well since you been gone baby I been howlin’ at the moon

Now baby - come home…
You know its been way too long
Pretty baby come on home
You know its been to long
Don’t keep me sittin’ and beggin’ baby
Throw this bitch a bone!

…Don’t keep me sittin’ and beggin’ baby
Quit tom cattin’ and come back home to me baby…

Someone I’m quite fond of will have a Live Journal very very soon - like starting tomorrow, I think.

::makes Target™ shopping list::

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My friend Sue in Joisey emailed me the link to this site, which is one of the funniest things I’ve EVER seen in my fucking life. She runs what is called the BA Primer. BA is actually “Beliefs: Atheism” which is a chatroom on AOL. The BA Primer is a collection of chat logs that are completely hilarious. You might even find some of my posts in there, they’re here and there. Anyway, back to the thing she sent me. In order to really get it, you need to look around and read the home page as it loads in. I love the fact that the background music is “Big Pimpin’”. If you loooove Ninjas, then this is the site for you. I was especially fond of the bit “The purpose of a ninja is to flip out and kill people”.

Then there’s the site Alek reccommended to me, about this local guy who chronicles the life of his Redneck Neighbor.

Damien, whom I have to come up with a nickname/term of endearment for, sent me the rest of these. Who hasn’t heard the Delta Ebonics Commercial, right? I figured as much… But have you SEEN it? “Y’all be goin’ on vacation? Check it!!

This I thought was just cute as hell - it made me smile…
GIMME THAT CARROT!

Now this was was the best (and funniest) animation that I’ve seen in a long time. Hope you like The Adventures Of Mittens & Snowdrop, which is really funny - but make sure you see the best one afterwards, the sequel!

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I was speechless. I was speechless.

We were laying there on my bed and I was holding him. I was thinking about how completely overwhelmed I was by the moment and the circumstances, and it happened. He looked me in the eye and kissed me and asked me what I was thinking… I looked him back in the eye and replied, “I don’t have the words”.

He’s in Atlanta right now visiting a friend and seeing some people he’s known for a while for the weekend. He told me that he was going to miss me while he was gone and I gave him my t-shirt I had been wearing that smelled like me and told him not to miss me too much - miss me just enough. He gave me the ring that he wears so I could do the same. I’ve been spinning it around my finger all night long.

It’s strange in that it ISN’T strange how completely comfortable I am. Yes, it’s only been a few days and I have a lot to learn and a lot to teach - but for the moment I’m very content. I would just rather we had more time. I’d rather have him with me doing absolutely nothing right now than being anywhere doing anything in the world that I could be doing. In a way, it’s just as well for this weekend, I’m either at the station or at Riverfest and there wouldn’t be any leftover time for me.

Finally, I meet someone that would actually consent to be seen with me in public. And would want to actively spend time with the people most important to me. And who understands how I feel about Maggie and Nathan and Cole. Someone Shane would have thought highly of and approved of for me.

I’m not sure what I did to be this lucky, but I’m grateful. Have a good weekend and come home safely on Sunday - I’ll be the one waiting and grinning like the Cheshire Cat…


Find your emotion!
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Nope, ain’t tellin’…

::continued grinning::

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Mojo Pin
Jeff Buckley

Well I’m lying in my bed
The Blanket is warm
This body will never be safe from harm
Still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal
Touch my skin to keep me whole…

If only you’d come back to me
If you laid at my side
Wouldn’t need no Mojo Pin to keep me satisfied

Don’t want to weep for you, I don’t want to know
I’m blind and tortured, the white horses flow
The memories fire, the rhythms fall slow
Black beauty I love you so

Precious, precious silver and gold
and pearls in oyster’s flesh
Drop down we two to serve and pray to love
Born again from the rhythm screaming down from heaven
Ageless, ageless and I’m there in your arms

The welts of your scorn, my love, give me more
Send whips of opinion down my back, give me more
Well it’s you I’ve waited my life to see
It’s you I’ve searched so hard for

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photawl: I’m down to one cigarette a night..
EJ the DJ107: excellent
photawl: And did I ever mention that I hate drama?
EJ the DJ107: yes - and likewise, i do as well
photawl: Everyone seems to want me and Mandy apart.. We have a few friends that are fighting for us, but there are alot of ppl who
photawl: don’t like it
EJ the DJ107: look, man - FUCK those people, the stupidest thing either of you could do is let other people have a say so in this relationship
EJ the DJ107: or to give them any energy
EJ the DJ107: any energy you give them takes away from her, remember that
EJ the DJ107: it’s you and her, not you, her, and them
photawl: That makes sense, actually..
photawl: It’s good to have ppl to talk to
photawl: That aren’t involved
EJ the DJ107: I know what I’m talking about here
photawl: I dropped it, but some of them continue to bring things up
photawl: Makes it hard
EJ the DJ107: so - let them, eventually it’ll burn itself out with no help from you
EJ the DJ107: giving it your energy is pretty immature when you get down to it
EJ the DJ107: it comes down to a simple question, really…
photawl: But it’s like I told Mandy.. We have something special, and I REFUSE to let someone take it..
EJ the DJ107: are you man enough to rise above and do your thing, or does it have to be about other people
EJ the DJ107: make a choice and stick to it
EJ the DJ107: stand your ground, look at them, shake your head, laugh it off, and walk away with her hand in yours
EJ the DJ107: it’s nothing but a mattter of will
EJ the DJ107: besides - if any of those people cared thing 1 about you OR her, they’d be more careful with your feelings
EJ the DJ107: so clearly they don’t matter
EJ the DJ107: and if they don’t matter, why the FUCK are you sweating them?
photawl: You’re right
EJ the DJ107: it’s not about me being right though, john - it’s just the truth
photawl: You’re absolutely FUCKING right
EJ the DJ107: fuck ‘em - fuck ‘em in the ear, what the hell do they know?
photawl: Yeah
EJ the DJ107: are any of THEM really happy?
EJ the DJ107: do any of THEM have the answers?
EJ the DJ107: or anything for themselves?
EJ the DJ107: probably not - so they don’t matter
EJ the DJ107: they’re pathetic little instigators
EJ the DJ107: fuck ‘em
photawl: Rock on, brother
EJ the DJ107: can i get a hallelujah?
EJ the DJ107: ::waves hands in the air::

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I’m VERY happy that I’ve found a couple of live Buckley shows, the entire concerts, but the bitch is that the one with the highest quality sound has some German motherfucker speaking that SHITTY language for the first two minutes. I FUCKING HATE GERMAN!! It sounds like what I imagine a big ol’ nasty hooker’s cooch would sound like if it were capable of speech…

I shouldn’t bitch about it at all, really - I’m downloading it for free. Ho hum…

::cannot help but cringe at the thought of a babbling Nazi cooch::

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