The peanut butter and brown sugar sandwich!

My poor, dear friends. I feel so sorry for you all, that you have lived this many years without knowing the glory, the inexpressible joy, of a Peanut Butter and Brown Sugar sandwich. Well, your search for the perfect food is over.



No longer will after-school snacks be dull. Never again will you need to wonder what to have when you are craving a midnight snack. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. This unassuming little sandwich will satisfy, no matter what the occassion.


Step 1: Take out a slice of bread. One of the great things about the Peanut Butter and Brown Sugar sandwich is that it tastes equally fabulous on whole wheat or white bread (unlike the lesser pb&j sandwich, which is pretty yucky on wheat bread.) Spread your bread slice with a thin layer of peanut butter.




Step 2: Sprinkle brown sugar on top of the peanut butter. Use your fingers to sort of pat it into the pb and push it to the edges.




Step 3: Place the other piece of bread on top and give it a little smoosh. Some people only use the one piece of bread and then fold it like a taco so none of the brown sugar falls out. Proper smooshing technique should keep this from happening in the two piece method.


Or you can cut it into triangles. My sister and I have always known the bliss of eating this sandwich...I don't know who taught it to our mother....but it is a wonderful thing. Don't turn up your noses until you've tried it.

There isn't a proper wine that goes with this sandwich...I prefer milk.

AEP/PSO kiss my hiney...

For the past several weeks the Asplundh tree people have spent time in our neighborhood trimming trees of 5 years growth. Some trees they just removed which was fine with me. They trimmed huge branches from my oak trees. These oaks are huge....many, many years old. My backyard looks worse than when the ice storm hit in 2007. I knew they would return eventually and cut up and chip away what they had piled in my backyard.
Today, a PSO representative rang my doorbell and told me that they would be back "sometime next week" to start getting rid of the wood. However, they would need to take down 12 feet of my privacy fence. Uh, hello, WTF?
I told him "no".
He blinked and acted most surprised and asked me why. I told him the Asplundh people had no trouble getting through the very wide gates I have both at my driveway and on the South side of the house. I also told him I knew too many people where PSO had taken down their fence to work and ruined it, or it took weeks, sometimes months to get it repaired.
In addition, I have dogs, and twice when PSO "broke in" to read my meter, they literally broke my fence. My fence is locked because I want no dogs going out and no strangers coming in. Twice when PSO broke in my backyard, they left the broken gate open and dogs ran out later to be found by a panicked me when I arrived home and found them gone.
So, no.
My refusal apparently irritated Mr. PSO Man and I don't care. If he does what I think he's going to....delay the limb removal, I'm going to start calling both PSO and Asplundh customer service on at thrice daily basis.
I know, bury the lines!
Every other place I have lived the electrical lines are buried. We have wind "micro bursts" every spring and fall, we have tornadoes, we have ice storms, which always, in some part of Tulsa cause the lines to fall and we are without power and then we end up paying for the work in our bill.
Well, I am willing to pay for buring the lines.

Enter on the RIGHT!

People we don't live in Britain or Australia. Don't be so rude and come in the left door when someone is correctly exiting.

Wait to enter an elevator until everyone has gotten off...same goes for getting on a subway, train, any public transportation. WAIT until those passengers get out before you start pushing yourself in...this is especially true at the airport.

I think we all need to take a class in manners and etiquette because it appears almost everyone has forgotten.

Never ok....

I love the message we are still giving to young girls..."it's ok to be hit by your boyfriend"

I find it amazing that this whole Rhianna/Chris Brown thing is still a question. I read the police report. He didn't just hit her....he beat her continually, he tried to kill her by choking her.

How do we know he did this? Well, he publically apologized to her via the media. He admitted guilt and then sent out that bullshit statement of getting help from his pastor, his mother...blah blah blah.

Anyone that has worked with domestic violence or rape victims knows that it wasn't the first time that the offender was caught.

It IS NEVER ok to be hit.

It is not just married people that are taking part in this activity...1 out of 4 girls under the age of 20 who have a steady boyfriend are being abused by him.

1 out of 4. Amazing.

We can keep preaching to our children how wrong this is...but then Pop stars or whatever the heck they are do this and the media is giving excuses why he did it???

He's a 19 year old kid...yes, I love his voice...now would I listen to him, no. I won't buy anything and unfortunately I have the soundtrack from This Christmas. That will be going in the trash can.

I certainly am not an expert on the subject, but I have done a lot of work with Rape victims and battered women and I see the patterns.

Lock Chris Brown up. I don't care. He tried to kill her. And if she takes him back...well, Rhianna's self loathing must be very high.

Love does not hurt.

Love doesn't hurt. If he BEAT you once, he will beat you again.

Enough...

I have had enough of the "funny" emails from ultra-conservative Republicans that are racial slurs against the President. Look, he's been in office not two months....and I'm sure you don't agree with anything he is doing because he's trying to fix what one other President did over an 8 year period. AND stop sending the crap that Clinton started all of this because HE balanced the budget and lowered the deficit.

I put up with a Republican President, even supported him at first before I found out he lied about everything, put our military in harm's way, and pretty much screwed up the country.

You can make fun of Obama all you want...but DO NOT send me racial slurs. They aren't funny. I'm not laughing.

Amazingly these don't come from the redneck Oklahoman that only got out of 8th grade...these come from men who are educated, have successful careers and still find this type of childish email funny.

IT isn't. It also isn't funny to send emails about how stupid women are. Ok, we get it, you have issues.

I now ignore and delete all emails from these men....they wonder why I don't respond.

These same people wonder what happened to respect and family values. Well you need to point that racist finger back at yourself and start looking in the mirror.

Do you ever have those dreams that seem so real that when you wake up, always too quickly, that you are sure that the event happened? Sometimes they are superficial and stupid but obviously something that was tucked back in the dark parts of your brain. They can be something useful to you like a dream about someone special that has passed away...it's almost like you get to see them again, talk, and often it makes you feel very good. My sister and I had dreams of talking to our parents for a few years after they died. We both would always ask them "aren't you dead?" I know it sounds rather blunt, but it is what apparently popped into our brains. The terrible feeling thru a dream after we had split all of their property, belongings, and money that they came back and really weren't dead but were really angry they didn't have any money. Actually my sister has this dream more than I do since she was the one that actually split up all their money and property.
I seem to have several reoccuring dreams that have been with me for years. One is the dream of driving over a large suspension bridge over dark water and the bridge falls. I even tense up when I have to drive on the bridge over the Mississippi or in Charleston. Not a fan. I also have a dream that I live with a Chinese family. I don't mean just a normal every-day Chinese family, I mean the kind that has the pony-tails and silk robes. That one I have never been able to figure out. I also have the dream of going to the beach house but instead of the normal house it is this huge mansion with a dark pool and a hidden bedroom that only I know about and can find. I'm sure a psycho-analyst would have a field day on those...funny I have never told my therapist at the time anything about them. They aren't too alarming, the car off the bridge does tend to get my heart rate up but I manage to awaken.
I am a firm believer that people that have passed away that you loved do come back to you in your dreams. I don't know how to prove it other than to tell you it happens...and it's a wonderful, comforting feeling to know. They seem to come more when you're going thru the hardest part of the grief, but I will tell you, my grandparent's have been gone over 20 years and when I'm really very stressed I have a dream about them comforting me.
Maybe it is just repressed memories of those you loved and the brain is an amazing instrument, but maybe, just maybe it's real.
My sister is much more believing than I am in that type of thing and I have, in the past, teased her about such things. But she has opened my eyes to a couple of things....one being something we shared over the loss of a very very dear family friend. I won't get into specifics, but it completely freaked me out for days, and we both experienced it at the same moment. In fact, she had to point it out to me, at first I laughed and said "sure" and then when I saw it...Sweet Jesus.
And then you can have such purely silly dreams...like last night I dreamed I walked past a mirror and my eyes were aged. Yep, wrinkles like a woman in her 90's...funny, I thought in my dream, I'm only in my 40's, why do my eyes look like that? Ah, probably just my brain telling me of things to come....it all catches up to you eventually. You just cannot fool your own mind.