Frodo's 9 finger bars of DOOM

So I made these yesterday, a variation of 7 layer bars...
here we go, and here's what you need.
1 c sweetened flaked coconut
1 stick butter
9 graham crackers, crushed
1 c pretzels
1 c semisweet chocolate chips
1/2 c white chocolate chips
1/2 c peanut butter chips
1 can of sweetened condensed milk, 14oz

preheat to 350
take a 13-9ish pan and line it with foil, spray with pam.
spread coconut on a sheet and cook for about 8 min till it starts to brown.
cut up butter and put into pan, into oven till melted.
add the graham crackers to the melted butter and mix to combine. then layer in order
pretzels, also crushed, choco chips, white choco chips, peanut butter chips, coconut, and then dump the can of condensed milk on top...

bake for 25 min, cool for 2 hrs before removing from pan and cutting.

Random thoughts from a long car trip, etc

Happiness is driving barefoot...
At night, Disneyland sounds a lot like iraq, but without all the Machine Gun Fire....
Is In-and-Out, really what a hamburger is ALL about???
who would win in a fight, Jack Bauer or Chuck Norris?

Glorious Peanut Butter Hershey Kiss Cookies

I made these about 2 months or so ago... we used to make these as kids and they are awesome and easy..
So Heres the Super Easy Recipe...
Oven to 375
In electric mixer. Beat.
1/2 C Butter
1/2 C Peanut Butter (smooth or creamy)
3/4 C brown sugar
1/4 C sugar
1 egg
1 t Vanilla
1 t salt
Beat all till fluffy.
then add
1 3/4 C flour and
1t baking soda

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.

Place on cookie sheets and bake 8-10 min.

Pull them out and immediately place a Hershey kiss in the center of each and press down a bit.
let cool and you're done. YAY

Car Pics Updated

here are the newest pics i got of my car that's gone.. sad face!!

Munchies 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.

Start with
1 red onion- dice, saute till almost caramelizing. then add
1/4 cup ketchup
1 cup honey
Tbs dijon mustard
tsp chipoltle
2 Tbs apple cider vin
1-2 Tbs siracha "rooster sauce"
then dice about a 1/4 of a fresh pineapple, w/o core, cook in the sauce for maybe 10-15 min, then
transfer to a blender or use an immersion blender and you are done.
oh, add a pinch of salt and a touch of black pepper too. booyah

I fought the tree and the tree won

a new step into the dark

So 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....

Hero of War

He said, "Son,
Have you see the world?
Well, what would you say
If I said that you could?
Just carry this gun and you'll even get paid."
I said, "That sounds pretty good."

Black leather boots
Spit-shined so bright
They cut off my hair but it looked alright
We marched and we sang
We all became friends
As we learned how to fight

A hero of war
Yeah that's what I'll be
And when I come home
They'll be damn proud of me
I'll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it's flag that I love
And a flag that I trust

I kicked in the door
I yelled my commands
The children, they cried
But I got my man
We took him away
A bag over his face
From his family and his friends

A hero of war
Yeah that's what I'll be
And when I come home
They'll be damn proud of me
I'll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it's flag that I love
And a flag that I trust

She walked through bullets and haze
I asked her to stop
I begged her to stay
But she pressed on
So I lifted my gun
And I fired away

And the shells jumped through the smoke
And into the sand
That the blood now had soaked
She collapsed with a flag in her hand
A flag white as snow

A hero of war
Is that what they see
Just medals and scars
So damn proud of me
And I brought home that flag
Now it gathers dust
But it's a flag that I love
It's the only flag I trust

He said, "Son, have you seen the world?
Well what would you say, if I said that you could?"

Song and Lyrics by Rise Against

been a while

so its been a while since ive laid down some thoughts here and figured it was time...
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...

White Trash Russian

Vodka and Yoohoo....

Happy Veterans Day, Marine Corps Birthday

In November 1775.I was born in a bomb crater.

My mother was an M16, and my father was the devil.

Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life.

I eat concertina, piss napalm, and can shoot a round through a flea’s ass at 300 meters.

I travel the globe, festering on Anti-Americans, where ever I go, for the love of Mom, Chevrolet, baseball, and apple pie.

I’m a grunt. 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.

I’m a United States Marine… We look like soldiers. Talk like sailors. And Slap the Shit out of both of em.

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.

Warrior by day, Lover by night, Drunkard by choice, Marine by God…. Semper Fidelis.

The Greatest thing ever made

This is by far the most awesome, stupendous, glorious thing I have ever seen.
If God made Salt, it would be Bacon Salt
http://www.baconsalt.com/

Figs On Fire!!

I made dessert the other night...
here's what you need and how it goes.
6 or so fresh figs, i used black mission, with tops cut off, and quartered.
Tbs of butter.
a few Tbs of brown sugar.
brandy.
I made it just like a banana fosters. I used a cast iron skillet, but any saute pan would work.
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....

a note to people at catered events....

To my people at catered events....
if you did not pay for the event.... and I always am told who did...
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.
this will not get you whatever it is that you feel you need...
to end this I will leave you with a paraphrased quote from fight club....
"Do not fuck with the people who make and serve your food"

Awesome New Song

Check it out guys, download it for free. Someone I know from high school.

http://davesmallen.com/america/

loss of words meaning + emotional disconnect

Ive 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!

Are 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.
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??

Want

Want more than I'm being given, and want to Give more than is being received.

Collar Not for Popping

So 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 PunkRawkPurl had made the same thingy at least 3 times. It is the Pattern "Fourteen" From YarnBallBoogie. I used a sweet Malabrigo aquarella, size 13 needles, but used the Brioche Pattern suggested by PunkRawkPurl called My Favorite. 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.

JOB SEARCH

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.

Oh well, I recently went to the San Fran Renegade Craft fair, which was frickin sweet.. My best purchase was some awesome yarn from Spincycle yarns of Bellingham Wa.