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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Nuts, Trannies, and a Contest Winner

Did everyone have a good weekend? It's Tuesday, I know, but I'm moving a little slowly.

Perhaps it's from bending over 100 times to pick up the fresh new pecan crop that has been falling like rain from one of my huge pecan trees. I'm not sure why I am picking them up - I don't even really like pecans unless they are in pralines or pie. If I wait long enough, someone named Pedro with a pickup truck full of Texicans will eventually come clean them up and sell them to the people who make fruitcakes, all with huge smiles on their faces, thinking they've pulled one over on me. Actually, I'd be hiding the glee inside because, you know - bending over like that over and over again isn't exactly the kind of bending over I happen to like. Oooo, bad CruiserMel!

Actually, my weekend was a productive one. I got some stuff done that I just hate to do with a passion. I hauled out my little green steam machine (I like saying that) and cleaned up some carpet spots that CruiserDog had deposited when I wasn't looking. Glamorous, I know. I think I spent an hour on my hands and knees. And no, I'm not going to take that in some double entendre sort of way and run with it, but you can if you want. I'll wait.

Don't you just love scrubbing bubbles and their lemony freshness? I hadn't made friends with the little guys in probably a month and my bathroom sink and tub are thanking me now. Those little bubbles can clear out all kinds of little sins, like that not-quite-rinsed-away dribble of toothpaste or those tiny bits of hair from trimming my bangs. I heart scrubbing bubbles so much that I want to use it in place of Pam when I cook. Non-stick and it's self-cleaning! I need to invent things, don't cha think?

I'm mad at my workplace. I never really wake up until after I've been at work for an hour or so - so putting on makeup in the morning can be hit or miss. I went to the ladies room before lunch, glanced in the mirror and thought "I look pretty good for being forever sleep-deprived." I then went about my day. To my horror, I caught another glimpse of myself once I got home and holy crap, I looked like Bozo the Clown or one of those blue-haired ladies in church with those red circles of blush on their cheeks! No one said a word about it all day. I could have passed as a transvestite! Who puts fluorescent bulbs in a ladies' room?????? Can I get an AMEN? Note: the following photo is not me. I could never get away with wearing that!

And to get your mind off that, I've got a great recipe to share with ya! For some reason I remembered this chicken my mom used to make and so I went digging for the instructions. Yeah, I call recipes "instructions" because I am no Rachel Ray, lemmetellya. It was tremendously easy and tasted tremendous, too. Ready? Take boneless chicken boobs, roll them in lemon pepper seasoning, put in a paper sack (don't use any Pam or scrubbing bubbles), close tightly and bake for an hour at 350 degrees. I know it sounds ridiculous (and a fire hazard, too) but that's some rockin' chicken, folks! You're welcome.


Okay, quit rolling your eyes, this is my blog and I can put up a photo of Kasim anytime I wanna. Deal with it.
Last night while I was cooking that chicken, I was having a little fun. Fun? CM? Yes! Kasim was a guest on my 'Bama buddy Doug's internet radio show, RundgrenRadio. (I think that pic above is one of Doug's - so, thank you Dougiemeister.) It was great hearing some of Kasim's stories about his 30 years recording and touring with Todd, even though I'd heard many of them before. I called-in with some questions. And then again. Hey, I wasn't done yet! Tomorrow night (7:30 central time, I think) Doug's guest is Prairie Prince - a funny guy who's played with Todd, Jefferson Starship, The Tubes, and - oh, you get the gist. He's quite an artist, too. Should be pretty cool. I need to think of my questions tonight so I can call in again. I'm a call-in-kinda-gal. I suppose you could say I'm one of Doug's groupies.

AND while I'm on the topic, I WON! Yuppers, I did. A couple of weeks back, Doug had a fan night - where the special guests were the listeners. We could call-in and tell our stories of Todd - the first time we heard his music, fun concert stories, favorite records, etc. Who wouldn't want to share their fondest Todd memories? Oh yeah, y'all don't get it. Whatevs. That's not the point here. Back to me winning, shall we? So, I call in and give my story of seeing Todd for the first time on the Midnight Special (anyone remember that show?) at a slumber party and some other stuff that I can't recall right now. SOOOO - it turns out, Doug had another person judging the stories and I WON! Well, it wasn't my story, per se, but my style that won it for me. Telling him I was wearing four Todd tour shirts, twirling a baton and tap-dancing while telling the stories was was cinched it. Are you callin' me a liar? Okay, you'd be right. But hey, I won a tshirt. I don't ever win anything. *strut strut*

So that's about it for me. I didn't even think I had a blog post in me today....but damned if I didn't. *still strutting*
Off with ya. Don't you have another 10 blogs to read?

10 comments:

Sassy Blondie said...

Congratulations, Cruiser!

Swishy said...

Yay! You're a winner! And I love scrubbing bubbles too :)

Blogget Jones said...

Congrats to you!!!

And I made friends with the scrubbing bubbles over the weekend, too! Oh, if New Fella knew how exciting I am when he's not around..... lol

tdawg said...

Love that prize of a t-shirt CM! I know that the suspense was killin' you!

And thanx for that cooking tip, now I know what to make for dinner. Those chicken "boobs" in my fridge must've been awaiting that recipe!

ThatGirl7278 said...

I heart pecans. Send 'em to meeeeeeeee! :)

puerileuwaite said...

I'm going to take the high road and avoid swinging for the fences at the following slow-pitches right over the plate:

1) bending over for a good set of nuts;
2) toiling on your hands and knees for an hour;
3) trannies at work;
4) a nicely seasoned set of breasts.

But I WILL mention that ANYTIME you want to tap-dance while twirling a baton in MY living room, I'll provide the outfit. Okay, actually the outfit is optional.

Just Sayin' said...

Ummmmm... Cruiser?

Has a large piece of furniture fallen on you preventing you from posting?

Should I send paramedics?

Sassy Blondie said...

Cruiser, if you've gotten another boy toy, I may have to stalk you! ;) I'm thinking mine will have to talk a walk though...

CruiserMel said...

Just Sayin and Sassy - Nope, no new boy toy....just been busy as hell. But I didn't realize it had been an entire week since my last entry in blogland. Next one's coming up soon.

Sassy - Uh oh. I think I need to pay your blog a visit....

The HOR blogger said...

Cruiser I do love all of your dirtu talk but damn it if I don't fall in love with your blog all over again EVERY time you do the *strut strut* thing. Gawd that makes me smile and I swear I can see you do it! EEEEE!! You're just so damn cute and cool. I want to be cool like you!

And now I'm going to buy scrubbing bubbles and burn my house down by attempting paper bag chicken. Just so ya know. If my house doesn't burn down I'm gonna dub it "drunk-chicken." And if it does burn down I'm gonna say it was burned down by a drunk chicken. Either way I get to make a paper bag drunken person comment and tie it to a chicken so I'm cool. I think I should invite people over for this.