Thursday, September 30, 2010

Cinnamon Chips and Apple Dip

I made this last night. They are cinnamon sugar chips and apples chopped up mixed with cinnamon and sugar.

How to make apple dip:

2 Large Apples
Sugar
Cinnamon

Peel the apples, cut up and mix with cinnamon and sugar (as much or as little as you would like).
I used the Magic Bullet to chop up the apples to make them smaller.

How to make Cinnamon Sugar chips:

Tortilla shells
Melted butter
Cinnamon
Sugar

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Brush butter over the tortilla and sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar mixture. I did this on both sides, but that is up to you. Place them on a baking sheet and bake for roughly 5 minutes and then flip them over and bake for another 5. This ensures they are crunchy on both sides. You can bake for longer if you would like them crispier. Then eat them with the apple dip for a nice fall treat!!

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Love is...

Love Is... - September 29, 2010

Life Lesson #5...Really Listen To People

God gave us TWO ears and ONE mouth...

Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.
Winston Churchill



This is a lesson that is a lot easier said than done, especially for me. I am a talker. I could probably have a conversation about any topic in this world. I was very good in speech class because I have no problem with speaking. I often forget that I also need to listen to others. I have been working on this more lately, but it is a very hard thing for me to do.

In order to truly listen to others, don't think about what you are going to say next. I think this is the most common error people make. They are so worried about keeping the conversation going that they don't really hear what the other person is saying to them. Just take a moment each day to truly listen to what someone is saying to you and you might just learn something!!

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Monday, September 27, 2010

My Bucket List

I know I am only 22 years old, but hey I can have a bucket list too! You never know I may kick the bucket tomorrow (let's hope not).

1. Finish Medical Transcription School


2. Learn to play guitar


3. Learn Fluent Spanish


4. Be a mom (hopefully a good one!)


5. Learn to Belly Dance


6. Visit the Winchester Mansion


7. Ride in a hot air balloon


8. Learn to bartend


9. Go to the Grand Canyon


10. Sing Karaoke (I have done it with a group of friends, never alone)


11. Pay my house off


12. Go on a cruise


13. Visit all 50 states


14. Write a book and get it published


I will add more as they come to mind. I will also blog about any that I happen to accomplish. You should follow my blog!! Any comments are appreciated :)

What Goes Around Comes Around

I believe without a doubt, what goes around...comes around. If you dish it out, you better be ready to take it. Perfect example:

I was at the bar this weekend. I was the DD, so I wasn't drinking. My friends and I were all dancing and having a good time and I had to use the restroom, so I left them on the dance floor. (Side note: they should have 3 women's restrooms for every man's restroom. Just putting that idea out there.) Anyway..I was on my way back and I walked by this guy who was 3 sheets to the wind.

So I walk by this guy and he reaches out and grabs me, not just touch but Grab! I don't care if you are drunk or not, there is no excuse for that. So I turned around and got in his face and told him to never do that again (there was a few expletives in there that I won't type). So he let me go and acted shocked (as shocked as a drunk man can get) that I reacted that way. Because clearly any woman in the bar wants to be pawed by every man they walk by.

So here comes the Karma part of the story. He gets up to walk right after that and slipped in someones spilled drink. Well he is drunk so down he goes like a ton of bricks, flat on his back. The best part is that he had a full drink in his hand that he spilled on himself as he was falling.

I may sound like a horrible person, but I pointed and laughed hysterically!! So in conclusion...What goes around comes around! Hahahaha

Friday, September 24, 2010

Craig Morgan

This is me with Craig Morgan!!! It was so awesome that I got to meet him. If you don't listen to country music, you won't care. It was really neat though, he was nice.

I got his signature too!

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Lola..haha

Lola

This is my husband all the way. Actually he won't even let me get popcorn or a drink when we go to the movies. One time, he snuck a 3 pound bag of gummy bears into the theater!! No one needs that many gummy bears! haha

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Another Tour of Duty

I just found out this morning that my husband is going to be sent back to Iraq. He is in the National Guard. He was in Iraq a few years back and that was one of the hardest things I have been through. He is getting shipped back overseas in 2012. I am so proud of him. So I will be blogging a lot more about the Army and being an Army wife. I always appreciate comments and you should definitely follow my blog, it will be fun times!! So I am gonna close with this....

When the good Lord was creating Wives, he was into his sixth day of overtime.
An angel appeared and said, "You're having a lot of trouble with this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"
And the Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order? She has to be completely independent, but must be sponsored to get on post; have the qualities of both father and mother during deployments; be a perfect hostess to 4 or 40; run on black coffee; handle emergencies without a manual; be able to handle flu, birthdays and moves around the world; have a kiss that can cure anything from a child's torn Valentine to a husband's weary day; have the patience of a saint when waiting for the Unit to return home; and have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her hand slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands... no way!"
And the Lord answered, "Don't worry, we'll make other military wives to help. Besides it's not the hands that are causing the problem, it's the heart. It must swell with pride in her husband, sustain the ache of separations, beat on soundly when it's too tired to do so and be large enough to say, "I Understand" when she doesn't, and 'I love you' regardless."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently. "Come to bed... finish this tomorrow!"

"I can't," said the Lord. "I'm so close to creating something unique. Already I have one who heals herself when she's sick, can feed three unexpected guests who are stuck in the area due to bad weather, and can wave good-bye to her husband, from a pier, off a runway and understand that it is important to his country that he leaves."
The angel circled the model of the military wife very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.

"But tough," said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this woman can do or endure."
"Can it think?"
"Can it think? It can convert 1400 to 2 p.m."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."

"What's it for?" asked the angel.
"It's for joy. Sadness. Disappointment. Pain, loneliness and pride!"
"You are a genius," sighed the angel.

The Lord looked somber and replied, "I didn't put it there."

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Just one of them days...

Sooo...a few weeks ago, my boss and I got into it big time. I have been at this job for over 4 years and he treats me like I am in Kindergarten. I finally reached my limit and we started yelling at each other. So he called me in his office and told me that I need to work on my attitude and that is why I haven't gotten a raise in over a year and why I am not going to get a raise...ugh. Well I was mad, but I can handle that because that is my fault for having a short temper.

Now to today. He calls me in his office and this is sorta how it went:

Boss: I just wanted to tell you that your attitude has improved tremendously.

Me: Thanks!!! (thinking: maybe I will get a raise)

Boss: You haven't been slamming the phone or getting aggravated and I think you are doing a really good job.

Me: Thanks!! (thinking: OK get on with it already!!)

Boss: BUT...you talk really loud when you are on the phone. I know I do this too and this is something we both need to work on.

Me: Huh? (thinking: What the Fuck! I am getting in trouble for my volume!)

Boss: Yeah that is something you really need to work on. You are the only one out of the girls that I can always here talking on the phone.

Me: thinking: (Yeah douche bag, probably because I am the ONLY one that sits 2 feet from your office)

Boss: Other than that, keep up the good work. Just try to talk quieter when you are on the phone.

Me: Ok, sure. (thinking: AAAAHHHHHHHHH!! Why me?)

So in conclusion...I am still not getting a raise. I love all the lame excuses they come up with so they can pay me this crappy amount to do a job that I should be making hella more for. I am naturally a loud person. I talk loud and laugh loud. I generally live my whole life out loud and I love the way I am.

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Prison vs. Work

Just in case you ever got these two mixed up, This should make things a bit more clear....
 
IN PRISON you spend the majority of your time in an 8X10 cell.
AT WORK you spend the majority of your time in a 6X8 cubicle.


IN PRISON you get three meals a day.
AT WORK you only get a break for one meal and you pay for it.


IN PRISON you get time off for good behavior.
AT WORK you get more work for good behavior.


IN PRISON the guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you.
AT WORK you must carry around a security card and open all the doors for yourself.


IN PRISON you can watch TV and play games.
AT WORK you get fired for watching TV and playing games.


IN PRISON you get your own toilet.
AT WORK you have to share with some idiot who pees on the toilet.


IN PRISON they allow your family and friends to visit.
AT WORK you can't speak to your family.


IN PRISON all expenses are paid by the taxpayers with no work required.
AT WORK you get to pay all the expenses to go to work and then they deduct taxes from your salary to pay for prisoners.


IN PRISON you spend most of your life inside bars wanting to get out.
AT WORK you spend most of your time wanting to get out and go inside bars.


IN PRISON you must deal with sadistic wardens.
AT WORK they are called managers

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Be the Version of Yourself that Makes YOU happy

I know that this is easier said than done, but I think everyone should make an effort. I see so many people falling to peer pressure over everything from drinking to how they dress or act. I love to see people who stick out from the crowd. Someone who is not afraid to express who they truly are. I have to admit, I still struggle with this myself. I am very good at saying "no" to things I don't want to do, but I still haven't quite figured out who I am. I would love to hear people's thoughts on this and how you are your own person. :)



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Beauty is only skin deep

John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station.

He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose.

His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin.

The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address.

She now lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II.

During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused.

She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.
When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York City.
"You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel".

So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen.
I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened:
"A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive."

"I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips, 'Going my way, sailor' she murmured."
"Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell."
"She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes."

The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own."
"And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her.
"This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful."
I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment"
"I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"
The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile.
"I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street."
"She said it was some kind of test!"
It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive. "Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."

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