tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39929321932061095182024-02-18T17:32:34.236-08:00MunchOfLifeAn Tattooed Ex-Jarhead, wandering the world, searching for Culinary and Knitting Enlightenment.ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-73249489740404786452009-07-21T13:44:00.000-07:002009-10-28T20:35:18.879-07:00Frodo's 9 finger bars of DOOM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4qegYmHRbYh4dzLN_hcDn4khaV8SoU3-CfjB4zLoqbt9MH6W4lLzadorbo3qGR-NfWqDEjH_Ql-f7eYiC_GhtwN0-J-1_lK1citfxF-v2JVTNmcHAuShzir_Es_NykPf4GcArKIiigk/s1600-h/311+and+DL+003.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4qegYmHRbYh4dzLN_hcDn4khaV8SoU3-CfjB4zLoqbt9MH6W4lLzadorbo3qGR-NfWqDEjH_Ql-f7eYiC_GhtwN0-J-1_lK1citfxF-v2JVTNmcHAuShzir_Es_NykPf4GcArKIiigk/s320/311+and+DL+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361019829118985586" border="0" /></a><br />So I made these yesterday, a variation of 7 layer bars...<br />here we go, and here's what you need.<br />1 c sweetened flaked coconut<br />1 stick butter<br />9 graham crackers, crushed<br />1 c pretzels<br />1 c semisweet chocolate chips<br />1/2 c white chocolate chips<br />1/2 c peanut butter chips<br />1 can of sweetened condensed milk, 14oz<br /><br />preheat to 350<br />take a 13-9ish pan and line it with foil, spray with pam.<br />spread coconut on a sheet and cook for about 8 min till it starts to brown.<br />cut up butter and put into pan, into oven till melted.<br />add the graham crackers to the melted butter and mix to combine. then layer in order<br />pretzels, also crushed, choco chips, white choco chips, peanut butter chips, coconut, and then dump the can of condensed milk on top...<br /><br />bake for 25 min, cool for 2 hrs before removing from pan and cutting.ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-26879525853443840922009-06-04T16:15:00.000-07:002009-06-04T19:00:00.203-07:00Random thoughts from a long car trip, etcHappiness is driving barefoot...<br />At night, Disneyland sounds a lot like iraq, but without all the Machine Gun Fire....<br />Is In-and-Out, really what a hamburger is ALL about???<br />who would win in a fight, Jack Bauer or Chuck Norris?ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-47608680019785190692009-04-22T13:06:00.000-07:002009-04-30T16:55:42.171-07:00Glorious Peanut Butter Hershey Kiss Cookies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis394UaTiKD_8Pp67hc3ClXe_NWKCwSNhwWvt24fo6xcJLhuaJipSrjs-8Qx1clfrL5EoV61cvGWppgJ62LMIrMsZgNFY4SOrFQcaHwx-VykwE4TfD_C9-YG-pU1j18R90Qy4dQ8mY1CI/s1600-h/vegas+etc+001.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis394UaTiKD_8Pp67hc3ClXe_NWKCwSNhwWvt24fo6xcJLhuaJipSrjs-8Qx1clfrL5EoV61cvGWppgJ62LMIrMsZgNFY4SOrFQcaHwx-VykwE4TfD_C9-YG-pU1j18R90Qy4dQ8mY1CI/s320/vegas+etc+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327610832046777010" border="0" /></a><br />I made these about 2 months or so ago... we used to make these as kids and they are awesome and easy..<br />So Heres the Super Easy Recipe...<br />Oven to 375<br />In electric mixer. Beat.<br />1/2 C Butter<br />1/2 C Peanut Butter (smooth or creamy)<br />3/4 C brown sugar<br />1/4 C sugar<br />1 egg<br />1 t Vanilla<br />1 t salt<br />Beat all till fluffy.<br />then add<br />1 3/4 C flour and<br />1t baking soda<br /><br />take the dough, and using a spoon or ice cream scoop scoop into about 48 pieces, roll them in your hand and then roll them in a small bowl with about 3 T sugar just to coat.<br /><br />Place on cookie sheets and bake 8-10 min.<br /><br />Pull them out and immediately place a Hershey kiss in the center of each and press down a bit.<br />let cool and you're done. YAYItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-67559588835591416672009-04-16T16:29:00.000-07:002009-04-16T16:33:41.213-07:00Car Pics Updated<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibOgmXHMNSK57EAnn5npZutpOxW0w7p9Lf-Qhjm2zLGsyJL-KuRuqFZTlU-S3ZCs0YbBCRIK338Q2rG2YzjYIBboQFMSWz3agv0AYPicSbXIiEFHEIyiMMNSay5OUx3ZLA5F2WSPboE-0/s1600-h/car+fun+010.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibOgmXHMNSK57EAnn5npZutpOxW0w7p9Lf-Qhjm2zLGsyJL-KuRuqFZTlU-S3ZCs0YbBCRIK338Q2rG2YzjYIBboQFMSWz3agv0AYPicSbXIiEFHEIyiMMNSay5OUx3ZLA5F2WSPboE-0/s320/car+fun+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325436164137712370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO7UlaflA-86XWIPETTc9iYk-34LDMysyO-ixNcbbBUagJXqcYN7byAGcKjhKoPCjAHSlq9QTrCBovjS3IJiWiVSpKrv3j95AkClnDW7FJMqxjuRRWPfPWaG96-rSTNAtGi7NHGDyem3Y/s1600-h/car+fun+002.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO7UlaflA-86XWIPETTc9iYk-34LDMysyO-ixNcbbBUagJXqcYN7byAGcKjhKoPCjAHSlq9QTrCBovjS3IJiWiVSpKrv3j95AkClnDW7FJMqxjuRRWPfPWaG96-rSTNAtGi7NHGDyem3Y/s320/car+fun+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325436159400602178" border="0" /></a><br />here are the newest pics i got of my car that's gone.. sad face!!ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-23020467858520040162009-04-14T18:52:00.000-07:002009-04-15T13:22:40.885-07:00Munchies BBQ Sauce.Getting aside from random crashes and the goings on inside my crazy mind, here's a recipe of the bbq sauce I made the other day.. be aware most measurements are approximations i was kinda just making it up as i went along.<br /><br />Start with<br />1 red onion- dice, saute till almost caramelizing. then add<br />1/4 cup ketchup<br />1 cup honey<br />Tbs dijon mustard<br />tsp chipoltle<br />2 Tbs apple cider vin<br />1-2 Tbs siracha "rooster sauce"<br />then dice about a 1/4 of a fresh pineapple, w/o core, cook in the sauce for maybe 10-15 min, then<br />transfer to a blender or use an immersion blender and you are done.<br />oh, add a pinch of salt and a touch of black pepper too. booyahItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-16794542362607971072009-03-25T15:01:00.000-07:002009-04-15T13:23:15.735-07:00I fought the tree and the tree won<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiLgcKI46WbraP6WPiuCVzqAM1pd0HHHtfqd0S4jsAd6ILDAHIDBbISvrmj8xccstFAPjojttKdljHAMHqsLqWgRrNtOUeVHyZXQqdZ7_TrCWUiLAAuHGJ8suyvYXxQChDCDIY70sWuYc/s1600-h/vegas+etc+021.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGzjOHETdYwIYY5iB5kkypnhXuzrAvuOoeUF5BqzVaxCWE4x5-SbPDGLcPPdcuQDZ-Lau_BcMtJkhKU3bCjM3wHX6QiGBOVRT5hmCaalKEn3ZuD2E0jhGhvZgBbmgfc4NO_hwIOAdp0c/s320/vegas+etc+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317253256944749202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwU8Po3r1KhAEIh6Mx9sNuM86NrYFXtygSYjn0-Q6OhGSgbrYRs5KxTilMdhivLLR0BH9hnLs44qASiR-_CEAZGgVrJNEkelzhQ6Mnd1S8AgN4oEjjoG35AQMpK_gdnFtt-ICcOIyiu9I/s1600-h/vegas+etc+023.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwU8Po3r1KhAEIh6Mx9sNuM86NrYFXtygSYjn0-Q6OhGSgbrYRs5KxTilMdhivLLR0BH9hnLs44qASiR-_CEAZGgVrJNEkelzhQ6Mnd1S8AgN4oEjjoG35AQMpK_gdnFtt-ICcOIyiu9I/s320/vegas+etc+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317253251800467138" border="0" /></a>ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-78286965605912809522009-03-22T20:46:00.000-07:002009-03-22T20:54:41.530-07:00a new step into the darkSo i had a personal revelation yesterday.... I quit my job... I grew tired of dealing with boss' that had no clue as to how things should properly run at a bar, and would not listen to any help or reason... i was by title the bar manager, but was micromanaged every step of the way, no matter how small or ridiculous. from being pulled aside during a busy friday night to be told that i had to empty the water from all the candles, and only put one tablespoon of water in them, to then being told to fire all of the barbacks. who make it possible for a bartender to constantly make drinks... I refused.. asked for one week to show them that things could run better my way... one co-worker walked. I had that epiphany that it was time... I laugh, picturing the owners and the inept/idiotic bartender who is now the senoir most trying to figure out the ordering.... lol... lucky for them i decided not to drop a deuce in the ice machine....ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-60776750494837825842009-03-11T12:55:00.000-07:002009-03-11T12:57:44.088-07:00Hero of WarHe said, "Son,<br />Have you see the world?<br />Well, what would you say<br />If I said that you could?<br />Just carry this gun and you'll even get paid."<br />I said, "That sounds pretty good."<br /><br />Black leather boots<br />Spit-shined so bright<br />They cut off my hair but it looked alright<br />We marched and we sang<br />We all became friends<br />As we learned how to fight<br /><br />A hero of war<br />Yeah that's what I'll be<br />And when I come home<br />They'll be damn proud of me<br />I'll carry this flag<br />To the grave if I must<br />Because it's flag that I love<br />And a flag that I trust<br /><br />I kicked in the door<br />I yelled my commands<br />The children, they cried<br />But I got my man<br />We took him away<br />A bag over his face<br />From his family and his friends<br /><br />A hero of war<br />Yeah that's what I'll be<br />And when I come home<br />They'll be damn proud of me<br />I'll carry this flag<br />To the grave if I must<br />Because it's flag that I love<br />And a flag that I trust<br /><br />She walked through bullets and haze<br />I asked her to stop<br />I begged her to stay<br />But she pressed on<br />So I lifted my gun<br />And I fired away<br /><br />And the shells jumped through the smoke<br />And into the sand<br />That the blood now had soaked<br />She collapsed with a flag in her hand<br />A flag white as snow<br /><br />A hero of war<br />Is that what they see<br />Just medals and scars<br />So damn proud of me<br />And I brought home that flag<br />Now it gathers dust<br />But it's a flag that I love<br />It's the only flag I trust<br /><br />He said, "Son, have you seen the world?<br /> Well what would you say, if I said that you could?"<br /><br />Song and Lyrics by Rise AgainstItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-35370847531304681482009-03-10T13:02:00.000-07:002009-03-10T13:08:41.497-07:00been a whileso its been a while since ive laid down some thoughts here and figured it was time...<br />my life has been pretty great recently... i have a cool job that i put my heart into... but i am afraid that i will put too much into it without taking care of myself... and someday i will just crash and burn...this scares me immensely, as i have been there before and sometimes feel like i am slowly going in that direction. my mood is up and down and up and down.... i am still fairly medicated to help with this, but at the same time afraid that i have just come to rely on the drugs rather than doing what i can do myself to adjust things... i still feel almost as unsure about the future as i did in the past... though i guess i dont have much time to think about this as i feel like all i do is work and sleep...ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-13848851889856146772009-01-14T12:07:00.000-08:002009-01-14T12:08:37.654-08:00White Trash RussianVodka and Yoohoo....ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-15255295404864275292008-11-11T10:56:00.000-08:002008-11-11T10:58:20.026-08:00Happy Veterans Day, Marine Corps Birthday<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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I’m the dirty, nasty, stinky, sweaty, filthy, beautiful little son of a bitch that’s kept the wolf away from the door for over 225 years.</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">I’m a <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">United States</st1:place></st1:country-region> Marine… We look like soldiers. Talk like sailors. And Slap the Shit out of both of em.</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">We stole the eagle from the Air force, the rope from the Army, and the anchor from the Navy. And on the seventh day, when god rested, we overran his perimeter, and we’ve been running the show ever since.</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Warrior by day, Lover by night, Drunkard by choice, Marine by God…. Semper Fidelis.</p> ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-954717405673932582008-11-10T10:29:00.000-08:002008-11-10T10:35:29.558-08:00The Greatest thing ever made<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kajeWw8YrVY2K0a8iRtV4gOdcbqXX8IPxcAiNqQuQJWQWxhgD7BLoPQZj9Js2GPIZnVs6cbpoYVAPaJsazCSxCwJM-rR1AyBITkZynKkfQB0dj8lmoKWyeIkkvi_912Y7cuq6v736Lc/s1600-h/logo-baconsalt2-home.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 68px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kajeWw8YrVY2K0a8iRtV4gOdcbqXX8IPxcAiNqQuQJWQWxhgD7BLoPQZj9Js2GPIZnVs6cbpoYVAPaJsazCSxCwJM-rR1AyBITkZynKkfQB0dj8lmoKWyeIkkvi_912Y7cuq6v736Lc/s320/logo-baconsalt2-home.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267099193213701970" border="0" /></a><br />This is by far the most awesome, stupendous, glorious thing I have ever seen.<br />If God made Salt, it would be Bacon Salt<br /><a href="http://www.baconsalt.com/">http://www.baconsalt.com/</a></div>ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-19127583928843467142008-10-16T17:42:00.000-07:002008-10-16T17:49:26.042-07:00Figs On Fire!!I made dessert the other night...<br />here's what you need and how it goes.<br />6 or so fresh figs, i used black mission, with tops cut off, and quartered.<br />Tbs of butter.<br />a few Tbs of brown sugar.<br />brandy.<br />I made it just like a banana fosters. I used a cast iron skillet, but any saute pan would work.<br />melt butter, and add figs. cook them for a few minutes or until they are warm and softening up a bit. Sprinkle on the brown sugar and cook for another minute or so... and then to the fun part. just please watch your eyebrows... add a bunch of brandy and tilt your pan so that the brandy ignites and BAM, you've got your flambe.... at this point i choose to yell OPPA!! The alcohol will cook off and then just turn off the heat and spoon over vanilla ice cream....ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-23480073857797836472008-10-04T00:33:00.000-07:002008-10-04T00:41:37.018-07:00a note to people at catered events....To my people at catered events....<br />if you did not pay for the event.... and I always am told who did...<br />do not try to pass yourself off as the person who paid, because this will in no way make up for the fact that you are attempting to talk down to me and you are bieng very very Cunty.<br />this will not get you whatever it is that you feel you need...<br />to end this I will leave you with a paraphrased quote from fight club....<br />"Do not fuck with the people who make and serve your food"ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-46621013627565040992008-08-25T18:02:00.000-07:002008-08-25T18:03:59.992-07:00Awesome New SongCheck it out guys, download it for free. Someone I know from high school.<br /><br /><a href="http://davesmallen.com/america/">http://davesmallen.com/america/</a>ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-80286461398170177252008-08-25T12:48:00.000-07:002008-08-28T13:16:31.485-07:00loss of words meaning + emotional disconnectIve been thinking a lot about why I am the way I am. For good and bad I believe being a Marine has had the most impact... To the core basic, I was trained for 6 years in how to kill. Physically it is fairly easy, emotionally not so.. In boot camp you are broken down from your normal being and trained/conditioned to accept something that society teaches you from the start is wrong. Throughout boot, you probably use the word kill 40-80 times a day.. how you ask... well, from things as simple as sweeping, everyone sweeps with a small brush to a cadence of "Sweep, and a response of Kill, Sweep Kill, Sweep, Kill". this is just one example, but after time the word itself loses its meaning. To this day I hear the word sweep, and my first thought is Kill. Very Pavlovian. By the end of thirteen weeks it is ingrained into you. By disassociating the word, you disassociate the act too. And in turn you end up disassociating your emotional connection. You learn to flip off your reception of emotion because it makes you a better Marine, because you put your own emotions on the back burner, and therefore become a better killer. Now, In my day I have seen and done some pretty messed up things. Things that 99% of our population don't want or need to see. Myself, like others I know, while we enjoy and hurtfully appreciate people thanking us for our service.. also sometimes feel ashamed, because we think that if people knew the kinds of things we have done, they would not feel the same toward us. We have learned to deal with these horrible things by putting them away, and not letting them affect us.. But in the end we come out of it, and as for myself I end up with the same emotional disconnect in other aspects of my life. I feel like I have dealt with some of my shit, but am still trying to figure out how to turn the switch back to on. Do I still love my Marine Corps, yes. And would I do it all over again, Hell Ya. Because for good and for bad I still bleed Camo Green. Semper Fi............ bitches!ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-74297266341931758382008-08-01T21:26:00.000-07:002008-08-02T11:30:35.414-07:00Are lawn mowers like liberals to Rednecks???So, in the wake of some crazy news in the last couple weeks. I had a thought. First of all, there are some crazy ass white people out there. We start with one guy, who, drunk out of his mind, cant get his lawn mower to start. So what does he do, he pulls out his sawed off shotgun and shoots it. Can you say Redneck, I can. Next we have, crazy white guy number two, who decides to shoot up a church over its liberal views. Maybe he's scared of the "gays", or the fact that come November, hes not going to have his good old redneck boy running the oval office. Of Course now hes gonna go to federal pound me in the ass prison and take showers with Bubba, who will whore his ass out for cigarettes. ha, karmas a bitch.<br />So, I ask, Do Crazy white rednecks think Liberals and Lawn Mowers are the same... Maybe they have redneck beer goggles. You tell me. Does anyone see resemblance with Nick Nolte's Mugshot??<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkh15YtwcLoti7tno3EIETvFI-EqGy-ZMepUTvgMwnJoM7faO6obAjPIxsp0M5URdri7gGqvUrytnIuAI97cxqpG8A3PWIhFCCrZV_tV9vSrM-VMVqEaEIztH4WjkgYhR3MRvaW9nzzaM/s1600-h/mowerman.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkh15YtwcLoti7tno3EIETvFI-EqGy-ZMepUTvgMwnJoM7faO6obAjPIxsp0M5URdri7gGqvUrytnIuAI97cxqpG8A3PWIhFCCrZV_tV9vSrM-VMVqEaEIztH4WjkgYhR3MRvaW9nzzaM/s200/mowerman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229774213681576530" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Zc9CwLxRvbIykuczbBNJmhGgmxCjrMyn7rtkVy1GdR3gFiM-CCSTRm8f82ElPyyTWnmbdtQCAC6QSq-RoE1qbtKQSgi4yNUHXjBbn_AQQPp7BlUBy1wXQtmT-uTMmt_RWGTBG5pZiU0/s1600-h/church+shooter.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Zc9CwLxRvbIykuczbBNJmhGgmxCjrMyn7rtkVy1GdR3gFiM-CCSTRm8f82ElPyyTWnmbdtQCAC6QSq-RoE1qbtKQSgi4yNUHXjBbn_AQQPp7BlUBy1wXQtmT-uTMmt_RWGTBG5pZiU0/s200/church+shooter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229774287968013890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4VsFa9YqLP_LbKd1X4deuepyqiPIyi5kltrkbw4nCFYLLEJsZ-XprMkwYJS3nD7vKlCxyejn8iNG61JIvYWu704Ajt4xeJ0uJtSw5R-UAJamFRhfpkeHbnLhL8B5Wk6RbaGCGTFWLV-c/s1600-h/nick_nolte_mug_shot.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4VsFa9YqLP_LbKd1X4deuepyqiPIyi5kltrkbw4nCFYLLEJsZ-XprMkwYJS3nD7vKlCxyejn8iNG61JIvYWu704Ajt4xeJ0uJtSw5R-UAJamFRhfpkeHbnLhL8B5Wk6RbaGCGTFWLV-c/s200/nick_nolte_mug_shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229774924976536498" border="0" /></a>ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-30770762188443882962008-07-31T15:53:00.000-07:002008-07-31T15:54:58.832-07:00WantWant more than I'm being given, and want to Give more than is being received.ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-19505282779643704602008-07-25T12:55:00.000-07:002008-07-25T16:25:22.820-07:00Collar Not for PoppingSo I just finished, well almost finished a sweet, easy knitting project. At the encouragement and want of a certain lady friend, (you know who you are). She sent me a link to a great pattern. It also turns out that my wonderful friend <a href="http://punkrawkpurl.blogspot.com/">PunkRawkPurl</a> had made the same thingy at least 3 times. It is the Pattern "Fourteen" From <a href="http://www.yarnballboogie.com/?p=124">YarnBallBoogie</a>. I used a sweet Malabrigo aquarella, size 13 needles, but used the Brioche Pattern suggested by <a href="http://punkrawkpurl.blogspot.com/">PunkRawkPurl</a> called <a href="http://www.briochestitch.com/wts_ss.HTM">My Favorite</a>. Super Quick, thick, easy scarfy. I finished it in a day, once I stopped messing up the pattern and yarning over the wrong direction.. Now I just need to find some buttons and weave in my edges. and Booyah.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh5vYOlOxphyphenhyphen2-Mfbgsc49_zzHwd0nGPoiN_ZVebU6OLzk_ySbVuIqzwOp3l2qpeHfo-YnsH_GSbALvDhc1htWQ1ljBmnTRYu0_EkRiryrw70rSmJ7yF_F2SNSQ_5S0FREarwUf2GJzUA/s1600-h/fourteen+001.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh5vYOlOxphyphenhyphen2-Mfbgsc49_zzHwd0nGPoiN_ZVebU6OLzk_ySbVuIqzwOp3l2qpeHfo-YnsH_GSbALvDhc1htWQ1ljBmnTRYu0_EkRiryrw70rSmJ7yF_F2SNSQ_5S0FREarwUf2GJzUA/s320/fourteen+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227095940762289122" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd7nFEalalWSaUZwWCDlDbO_QwrdZPSHbe32uLMAtTXgYj18yWHDeRGOwQk7-RbqMEGB-WboKJzEI_wzfWdMKpodqBr6WXnVI4sR8xOJkc9AevFKs2PJ_8AdX_K8foGVSkyaXEXf-hAZA/s1600-h/fourteen+004.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd7nFEalalWSaUZwWCDlDbO_QwrdZPSHbe32uLMAtTXgYj18yWHDeRGOwQk7-RbqMEGB-WboKJzEI_wzfWdMKpodqBr6WXnVI4sR8xOJkc9AevFKs2PJ_8AdX_K8foGVSkyaXEXf-hAZA/s320/fourteen+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227096563954173506" border="0" /></a>ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-11566590845443620982008-07-14T18:58:00.000-07:002008-07-25T13:10:12.419-07:00JOB SEARCH<div style="text-align: right;">So, searching for a job sucks.. I recently got back into the swing of applying and applying and applying. I'd have to say that finding a job is more work than a full time job.<br /></div>Oh well, I recently went to the San Fran Renegade Craft fair, which was frickin sweet.. My best purchase was some awesome yarn from <a href="http://www.spincycleyarns.com/">Spincycle yarns</a> of Bellingham Wa.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyV-HyEamY24aHMJ22rZgTX5X3pkCAYQTOsuGZDEBLuhG4aRmWLUqSIL6X1qu29ZGz-wKIfg9fWK0FPOEXssv6JuYdVulnJ_nLN9v66DlYAPTwgaaz2TokpZader64IJ5fd-yvSGIF7Rc/s1600-h/yarn+008.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyV-HyEamY24aHMJ22rZgTX5X3pkCAYQTOsuGZDEBLuhG4aRmWLUqSIL6X1qu29ZGz-wKIfg9fWK0FPOEXssv6JuYdVulnJ_nLN9v66DlYAPTwgaaz2TokpZader64IJ5fd-yvSGIF7Rc/s320/yarn+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223058963675519954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkqjKRvQuSgh9ZI7hkaPuDncikYfMvipOTqYdW_2n3NvCjrE89xy0hNSllt8tbievztYLyFZt_MCYNT7D-hdVFDsKq5wPKKSmVUISf2i5EHb9MoriKE6DxBsGDXSHgEiLCPbA9yi91fPs/s1600-h/yarn+007.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkqjKRvQuSgh9ZI7hkaPuDncikYfMvipOTqYdW_2n3NvCjrE89xy0hNSllt8tbievztYLyFZt_MCYNT7D-hdVFDsKq5wPKKSmVUISf2i5EHb9MoriKE6DxBsGDXSHgEiLCPbA9yi91fPs/s320/yarn+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223057282876064114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-60833618536412322942008-07-06T00:41:00.000-07:002008-07-06T00:55:36.876-07:00Walked on or Generousso, sitting here a little drunkies I had some thoughts...<br />I am a nice person... I have my moments when I do hurt people, but for probly 99% of the time I am the nicest person that I know... I am the type of person that would do basically anything for someone, most of all my friends but even for someone I just met... I would do anything for them and never ask anything in return...<br />You may say that I am just a sucker... or that I let people walk all over me... This may have some truth to it as well, I don't know....<br />Maybe nice guys do finish last... or maybe I just keep playing the pawn in someone else's game..<br />Maybe the fact that I just shrug my shoulders and accept things and other peoples decisions is impeding my life and the things that I want... Maybe I don't communicate what I want and that is why I don't get it..<br />Maybe if the people that I want closer in my life knew more of how I felt........ they wouldn't push me away....ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-71547351622652079732008-06-17T16:51:00.000-07:002008-06-17T23:40:57.949-07:00BOOZE PART 2Ok kids, here we are for lesson #2 in my booze recipe.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It has been two weeks since I've put my peels with my everclear.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PrDrrr104z3oSqbQoCUrb4NjeDSC9VFAPmXJ1Wlbw1lhyphenhyphengoDPfNH547jq_N25ogORSIdUTwpBVRT8_SJj0RtPRBccFeAvRJn3MKQZfsUalR8FrS1jKLZQal67G-wGImshLLZy4MH744/s1600-h/booze+%232+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PrDrrr104z3oSqbQoCUrb4NjeDSC9VFAPmXJ1Wlbw1lhyphenhyphengoDPfNH547jq_N25ogORSIdUTwpBVRT8_SJj0RtPRBccFeAvRJn3MKQZfsUalR8FrS1jKLZQal67G-wGImshLLZy4MH744/s320/booze+%232+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213105155310835090" border="0" /></a>Now, part 2<br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">What you Need<br /></span>#1- large sauce pan or something to boil water in.<br />#2- 5 and a half cups of water<br />#3- 6 cups of sugar<br />#4- a strainer of some type<br />#5- a larger glass jar container thingy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PrDrrr104z3oSqbQoCUrb4NjeDSC9VFAPmXJ1Wlbw1lhyphenhyphengoDPfNH547jq_N25ogORSIdUTwpBVRT8_SJj0RtPRBccFeAvRJn3MKQZfsUalR8FrS1jKLZQal67G-wGImshLLZy4MH744/s1600-h/booze+%232+001.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div>so, go ahead and get your water on the heat, bring it to a boil, add your sugar and stir till it fully dissolves. Take the pot off of heat.<br /><div style="text-align: left;">If you like, you can shock the pan to speed up the cooling process, and that would be in cold water, with or without ice, not 2 in the pink, one in the stink for you sick minded people like me out there.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDbmJY62YTwcj8BKmirJ4CoHTvELQmz5hdpVcZqCX_PBQ4UC1ZppjptambZ8q1PEQelo-crkFUh4KVHpQ5fxpN2HOCC9G8RGXOOlpSCEs8xVDFQgtcDJcoFze9zplO2nGCPUT4Rqdobr0/s1600-h/booze+%232+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDbmJY62YTwcj8BKmirJ4CoHTvELQmz5hdpVcZqCX_PBQ4UC1ZppjptambZ8q1PEQelo-crkFUh4KVHpQ5fxpN2HOCC9G8RGXOOlpSCEs8xVDFQgtcDJcoFze9zplO2nGCPUT4Rqdobr0/s200/booze+%232+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213105693752245986" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQI1EVwfTZAlifXaOce7EHMOYEIexPrqCOu6fwZMt7fRSwchRpg1NagAeXruhU8v4c2uj8-rrXvBvti-VjkRVZDJvjAC76FVM4DUF0AOvtMvwooqK6IIPRuKOcJ9Yu0h9JO1-FKMiIR08/s1600-h/booze+%232+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQI1EVwfTZAlifXaOce7EHMOYEIexPrqCOu6fwZMt7fRSwchRpg1NagAeXruhU8v4c2uj8-rrXvBvti-VjkRVZDJvjAC76FVM4DUF0AOvtMvwooqK6IIPRuKOcJ9Yu0h9JO1-FKMiIR08/s200/booze+%232+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213107342832778402" border="0" /></a>You have just made simple syrup, yay you.<br /></div>While your syrup is cooling, strain out the peels and place the booze in your larger jar.<br />When the syrup is room temp. add it to the large jar with the booze. As you do it it gets all cloudy, like when you drink absinthe and the water running off the sugar cube does the same... mmmm absinthe..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ZBgyi9-dFfrRCeQm4Lyh-YtT0U6NCg0mfg6mgRhNUQR8tONAGXlbPCKcjL8I3DPFaf3Y9XhQ6iIBpDsqKvwsbSsJW7ZhLyR4fvXhtfh1ae-_FMuwVBl4zX0Tgy822_P11M1obSsP6-4/s1600-h/booze+%232+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ZBgyi9-dFfrRCeQm4Lyh-YtT0U6NCg0mfg6mgRhNUQR8tONAGXlbPCKcjL8I3DPFaf3Y9XhQ6iIBpDsqKvwsbSsJW7ZhLyR4fvXhtfh1ae-_FMuwVBl4zX0Tgy822_P11M1obSsP6-4/s200/booze+%232+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213105994486362930" border="0" /></a><br />Next, place the large jar in a cool dark place again, and shake it twice a day or whenever you think about it.. Do this for three weeks and then bottle into bottles with a rubber stopper, and store in the freezer...<br /><br />serve straight from the freezer, or mix it with tonic or soda water, add it to margaritas, sangria etc.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwcIV4ne7jGrCUKcAZ_yKuDTtlZLdn0wz3TSvExf6Ab8XT_Acx0eEi8a1tLByy5kDk3kkHid2CcK_kRK5O7FvpSVMTd5Mw6UV6Ir8NwEe85Ycspbb0tBs2lgwsGb6kf7-aUHFKiZITcNo/s1600-h/booze+%232+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwcIV4ne7jGrCUKcAZ_yKuDTtlZLdn0wz3TSvExf6Ab8XT_Acx0eEi8a1tLByy5kDk3kkHid2CcK_kRK5O7FvpSVMTd5Mw6UV6Ir8NwEe85Ycspbb0tBs2lgwsGb6kf7-aUHFKiZITcNo/s200/booze+%232+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213107592071847858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-25311909647137971212008-06-10T17:46:00.000-07:002008-06-10T18:03:12.535-07:00How to make Booze part 1Alright friends, its time for me to teach all of you how to make kick ass booze..<br />My Recipe is for Limoncello, a traditionally homemade liqueur in Italy.. Having made the normal recipe numerous times I have been changing it around a bit and trying different citrus'. The recipe following is made with limes, but lemons and oranges rock too..<br />-<span style="font-weight: bold;">What You Will Need</span>- (listed here is just what you need for the first step)<br />1. 25 or so limes, organic if you want, most of mine are but its not too important.<br />2. Two 750-milliliter bottles of pure grain alcohol. I use Everclear which is 151 proof if you buy it in California, the best Everclear comes from Oregon and is 192 proof, if you can get it. And, Yes I believe the 192 Proof batch I made was better.<br />3. a good vegetable peeler. The one in the picture rocks and is cheap as shit.<br />4. a medium sized glass container, I am not sure exactly how big it is, I have bought different sizes over the years from Cost Plus and also the Container Store.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieWnKa_2w-BuiqCs5AamBacvgCiqfUMpXQesfoWHrB8N96X8wDbANBeDm3SVnDE_G4HkDfqE_6loglFaTpy6WNhkJlthcUZTrg-_sKimjP7_s_Oqd_lchhQCsZPf2Hbx10wtSG95zzgME/s1600-h/booze1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieWnKa_2w-BuiqCs5AamBacvgCiqfUMpXQesfoWHrB8N96X8wDbANBeDm3SVnDE_G4HkDfqE_6loglFaTpy6WNhkJlthcUZTrg-_sKimjP7_s_Oqd_lchhQCsZPf2Hbx10wtSG95zzgME/s320/booze1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210422573603111218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Step One</span><br />Wash all of your limes and your container. Next peel all of your limes, all you want is the peel, not the pith, and stuff all the peels in your container. Add your 2 bottles of Everclear and make sure the peels are all covered.<br />Place your Jar in a cool dark place and shake once a day for 2 weeks..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpU-ZZ0CxfuEqsMD_zR74eyUT0zZ8dSIjqbIo81Bq-3yS4qW48xI4XYtA-ecRc5a5MbGhCnxZus_bItDZvRlCA32m0bIog3i0r4cVdkwZUph6v8VVQnfuLPY9TIRp6Y3oSZh-TvT2WT1k/s1600-h/booze2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpU-ZZ0CxfuEqsMD_zR74eyUT0zZ8dSIjqbIo81Bq-3yS4qW48xI4XYtA-ecRc5a5MbGhCnxZus_bItDZvRlCA32m0bIog3i0r4cVdkwZUph6v8VVQnfuLPY9TIRp6Y3oSZh-TvT2WT1k/s320/booze2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210422896205324002" border="0" /></a>ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-5434198854109253122008-05-21T13:52:00.000-07:002008-05-21T13:56:40.155-07:00A CloseMinded Stupid PersonSo, today i noticed something that fucking pissed me off. As I'm going back to my car I noticed that someone keyed the shit out of my Iraqi Freedom Veteran sticker.. WTF!!! Honestly, this is probably the first time that I am almost ashamed to live in the Bay.. Fuckin A!!.... It wasn't my fucking idea to invade Iraq, so don't fucking blame me..ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992932193206109518.post-17481257618629750152008-05-20T20:05:00.000-07:002008-05-20T20:27:07.481-07:00New Tattoo Etc.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1Jb-K1T73n2HeS7W8QwR-5syXmLn7z6jQko8pkLh4b_SkNgBf06LklSwWmCIV3MGrc2CJgMT2jhCHUdZFA44y8O1S-CgqZFDor1TDbluxX3j9qI0yaqaoC3OcDs1lNkOH7iV8PxnGC8/s1600-h/durer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1Jb-K1T73n2HeS7W8QwR-5syXmLn7z6jQko8pkLh4b_SkNgBf06LklSwWmCIV3MGrc2CJgMT2jhCHUdZFA44y8O1S-CgqZFDor1TDbluxX3j9qI0yaqaoC3OcDs1lNkOH7iV8PxnGC8/s320/durer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202667198060009778" border="0" /></a><br />Hi everyone and anyone who reads this. So, Last thursday I got my newest tattoo. its just like the pic below of St. Michael. Also I had the Latin phrase <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Si_vis_pacem%2C_para_bellum" title="Si vis pacem, para bellum"></a>Si vis pacem, para bellum </i>on the back of my arms. It means if you want peace, prepare for war. Yes that is kinda morbid or dark.. Well sure, but I feel like it means that you have to be able to deal with the worst of things to get the best. Now, I know that I am not the best at dealing with shitty times in my own life, and that I am not the easiest person to get emotion out of... It is a rare person that has actually seen me mad.. I feel like there are much much worse things to get angry over but from my track of not getting mad, I'm not entirely sure what they are.. I think also that I know what I am capable of doing to a person physically (I have been trained to hurt people for 6 years). I think that I am scared of what I might do to someone and might not be able to stop myself where a normal person might.. I probably put up with more than I should and shrug things off that others would front about.. Having taken anti-depressants for almost 3 or so years I am probably emotionally turned off and fairly monotone in my emotional demeanor. I have also learned to keep things inside and put up walls, because this was needed to complete the greater good of the mission, whatever it may be.. Right now I'm just babbling. On a lighter note, I will be going to Berlin next month to referee an international lacrosse tournament. So I will get to spend about a week in Der Faterland..ItsMyKnitInABoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473307679135121561noreply@blogger.com0