One of my not so guilty pleasures

I get pretty bored with reality shows. How many "pretty people can date each other while trapped in a deserted area of the world while being filmed and watched every moment of their lives" shows can we have? When it comes to the food we put in our bodies, it starts to get interesting. I have mixed feelings about watching footage of the seedy underbellies of our local eateries. But, I love to see Gordon Ramsay tear 'em up on his Kitchen Nightmares show. The Hell's Kitchen uber-chef is a hellian with a heart of gold, tearing up unsanitary cooking conditions while building up chefs into the leaders he knows they can be. I started looking up info on Chef Ramsay's vast culinary empire. WOW!! I looked up menu offerings for one of his pubs. Most of the items were fishy items that I would not care for, or know what to do with. But, the most interesting offering I found on any of the menus read as follows:
BRAISED GLOUCESTER PIG CHEEKS WITH MASHED NEEPS I have no idea what that is, but it sounds really cool!!! What on earth is a neep???? I would love to go his restaurant sometime, but I wouldn't know what to do with myself. Haute cuisine for me is P.F. Chang's once a year if I am lucky. Something to aspire towards I guess. Until that time, I will satisfy my longing for the Ramsay by watching weird clips of him on youtube, verbally abusing, well, everybody. He's scary, but you gotta love him!

Dog update...bounty hunter bigot?

Previously, I posted on my love for Dog the Bounty Hunter and his messed up family and show. Recent events have put the hunter in a bit of a rabid light. Because he chose to use taboo terms, he has gone the way of the Imus and screwed his career. He wants to meet with Sharpton...making a deal with the devil? He is sorry....I BET!! A@E has suspeneded production of his show. Maybe he'll show up on Spike TV or something. Was he wrong to use those words, absolutely! He seemed very comfotable in their use. Should he be judged for what he said in a private conversation? It is a toss up. His show will be missed in our home, if for nothing else, for the comedic value. The dog has been sent to the pound. Will he be re-adopted in time? We'll see.

What has Halloween become?

I consider myself lucky at this point of my life. My children are old enough to have an opinion, but old enough to know that mom and dad have the final say. Halloween in the Festerpower house was exciting but predictable. My girls dressed up as a bride and a cat, and my son was an elephant. I cherish these days of innocence, of safe, sweet costumes. I do not long for the day when I have to argue with my children over whether or not their costume is appropriate. Recently, on Fox and Friends, they had a man discussing the inappropriateness of costumes for little girls. Set aside your possible ideas about the Fox News Channel, sit back and view what is bound to be a new entry in Webster's Dictionary. If nothing else, it is one of my new favorite terms.........PROSTITOT.

Click here for Fox News Video on Prostitots

Another milestone....

This picture has nothing to do with anything. I just love Mike Rowe and Dirty Jobs...found on the Dicovery Channel and various Ford commercials. You like to hear the word "poo" a lot? This is your show.

Tonight, my oldest child has been at her very first Brownie scout campout. Because I am still the main food sourve for the baby, I was unable to attend. My weary, but sainted, husband volunteered to go with her. Though my time in scouts ended too soon, I have mostly fond memories of my times with them. I got in my first, and only, fist fight with a sister scout during a heated game of Capture the Flag. She was a bit of a weirdo then, and continues to be one to this day. That aside, I cherish the times I did have, even the hell that was Camp Sky-Wa-Mo. The camp where girls made themselves sick so they could leave. Where my friend Kristen and I cried ourselves to sleep, sharing the same bed because we thought we'd be safe from the snakes that way. Thankfully, the tear-stained letter my mom received must have been convincing enough....she never made me go back. It is with these memories in hand, the I get a bit misty thinking about my own child. It is hard to believe that she is old enough to be a scout. To make the promise to live by the Girl Scout Law. I will have a hard time sleeping tonight, eager to hear of her first camp out experience as she comes home smelling of campfire and a faint hint of s'more. Sniff....

Christmas is a-comin'

I was at Target the other day to find my daughter a sleeping bag for her first Brownie camp-out. I discovered that, among the numerous Halloween stuff, were the beginnings of Christmas decorations, cards, etc.. In the little chorale I am in at church, we have begun the process of preparing for our Christmas cantata. It is full of some pretty good stuff. I love Christmas music, but I must say that I have never been a huge fan of the contemporary Christian music. It may stem back to a criticism I received in my youth from one of the members of my youth group. It was during that heady time when the Monkees were making a comeback on MTV. I loved them. My brother and I watched them quite often. The girl at church told me that the Monkees worshipped the devil and that I needed to listen to Petra instead. Now, I have my few songs that I will always love....Watch the Lamb, We are the Reason, anything by Glad. But I have found the ultimate Christmas song in this church cantata. As much as it pains me, it was co-written by Amy Grant and some guy. I go back and forth with my feelings on her. But this song will reduce you to a puddle of goo. Breath of Heaven is written from Mother Mary's perspective. I can't even talk about it, or type about it. It tears me up. Go to YouTube and type in Breath of Heaven. Try to get an Amy Grant version. Get out the Puffs! Christmas is comin'!

Weird names

My son has a somewhat unusual name for our particular are of the world. Not so much that I think it will cause him to have beatings, but enough that he stands out. I think about some of the names I have come across in my social work past. Myriacle, and her brother Chocolate, Octavius and Octavian(twind) and their brother Zeramian, Buford, Uretha, Vagina (yes, that one). I found a webite, www.notwithoutmyhandbag.com that had lists of bad baby names. Their moderator person makes comments on the bad names. Check it out and get a laugh. Check it out and weep for their childrens' future. I have!

Stop the Britney madness

Please make the Britney Spears machine go away. Yes she's out of shape. Booze and babies can do that to people. Yes she's crazy. Look, she married Kevin Federline. Let's just move on to more important topics......like, why won't my son take a nap? He's been crying for almost two hours. He doesn't want rocking or feeding or playing or music. Mommy had officially gone on a trip to her happy place. I did however make a wonderful Christmas purchase. Rare pieces of Little Tikes mail for the rare activity garden I found for Christmas. Thank the Lord for ebay. Just like the "Summer of George", I want to have the "Fall/Winter of Jenny". I am going to enjoy the holidays by having all my shopping done in advance. The Little Tikes mail is one step closer to that dream.