The great fudge recipe search is OVER!!! Yahoo!!!

I make a fantastic peanut butter fudge - everyone loves it. AND it's made in the microwave so even I can't screw it up! But tragedy struck this Christmas - I lost my recipe!!! Over the last couple of weeks I have spent HOURS (literally) searching for this puppy. First I went through all my recipe cards, books, folders - nada. Then I started searching on the internet for a copy. I pretty much know the recipe, just not exact amounts. Last weekend I thought I had found it and made a batch. BAAADDD. The PB layer was too dry and the chocolate layer was too runny and never solidified.

So today I tried again only this time I used Yahoo for search and TA-DA! I found it! Well, I think I found it. I made it and so far I think it is the right one. It's in the fridge now hardening (hopefully).

Now I have to make sure and copy this to about ten different places so I won't lose it again.

Do you know what a Koala Bear Says?

Randomly found this and thought it was so cute:

From R to the Iso

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Do you know what a Koala Bear Says?

This morning @ 7:45 am Matt was sitting on the couch and Riso walked over with a book.

I can hear them talking away, making animal sounds, and as I walk past I hear Matt say,

"That's a Koala Bear, do you know what a Koala Bear says? It says (in a very high pitched voice) 'I'm a Koala Bear, don't kill me, there are only 4 of us left."

I promptly ran, laughing, to the kitchen to spit my coffee into the sink.

Bob Lefsetz blog - Lefsetz Letter

Don't remember how I discovered this Lefsetz Letter blog, but I look forward to his almost daily postings. His insight into the music industry can be interesting, but that's not what draws me in. It's his LOVE of music and how it affects you. He gets SO excited and remembers what music felt like back when music actually made us feel something. Like this posting:

Fat Man In The Bathtub

I saw Little Feat at the Troubadour.

When I was a junior in college, all the music magazines testified about this new album by Little Feat, entitled "Dixie Chicken". So, of course, I bought it. And played it. And if you’d taken a picture of my face upon that first time through you would describe my expression as quizzical. As in HUH? This is what they were raving about? It didn’t sound quite like anything else, kind of like white boys from L.A. got sidetracked on their way to New Orleans. There was no hit single, and if this were the modern era, I probably wouldn’t have given the album another spin, but it being 1973, I played "Dixie Chicken" again and again and AGAIN, because I’D PAID FOR IT!

That’s how it worked. We could only afford a small amount of music. Every record was picked with TLC, no purchase was casual, to buy a bummer was to indict oneself as a lame, uneducated music fan. No one else might have known, but you would, so you gave these records a chance, and more often than not they exposed themselves to you.

But "Dixie Chicken" was a bit beyond that. First I loved "Juliette". Then other tracks started to reveal themselves to me, and then not only did I like "Dixie Chicken", I LOVED IT! I had to go back and buy "Sailin’ Shoes", I was a fan of a band almost no one had ever heard of, never mind had an opinion on.

Moving to L.A. is like arriving in a musical cornucopia. Not only do the street signs and locations make sense, from their placement in your favorite songs, suddenly all your favorite musical acts are AVAILABLE! You can SEE THEM!

I dragged Danny to the gig. He was the only guy at Star Sporting Goods who’d heard of Little Feat.

And this was back when there were tables in the venue, before it was necessary to stand to hear rock and roll, when the music touched not only your body, but your soul. You’d sit tucked into your seat grooving, with your mind bouncing like a pinball through the stratosphere.

I saw Little Feat again. At the Santa Monica Civic a few years later. But that Troubadour gig was the shit. Because it was solely about the music. They didn’t have a new album, it wasn’t like this one gig was going to ignite their career, this was a band of players locking into a groove for their fans.

And Little Feat ultimately had a radio hit. But not only did they not live up to their potential, they never broke through to mainstream consciousness. Everybody knows who Vanilla Ice is, even if they don’t want to listen to Rob Van Winkle’s music…but stop people on the street and ask them their opinion on Lowell George and they’ll say HUH?

Philip Reed - RIP

Just found out that a classmate from high school died - he was only 48 yo. I don't know the cause of death. Philip and I weren't close friends, but we hung out with the same party crowd.

It makes me sad and scared all at once. I hope you had a good life Philip and great forever after.

Obituaries Share | Philip C. Reed (April 10, 1962 - December 9, 2010) Sign Guest Book Send Flowers | Send Sympathy Card The funeral services for Philip C. Reed, 48, year-old Enid resident will be Monday, December 13, 2010 at 10:00AM in the Henninger-Hinson Funeral Home Chapel. The Rev. Kevin Choate will officiate. Burial will be at 3:30PM in the Carter Cemetery, Carter, Oklahoma. Philip was born April 10, 1962 in Madill, Oklahoma to Carl and Betty (Cartmill) Reed and died suddenly December 9, 2010 in Enid. Philip graduated from Altus High School in 1980, attempted pre-med at W.O.S.C. and then the University of Oklahoma, and graduated from Texas Chiopractic College in Houston, Texas in 1985. Upon graduating, Dr. Reed opened his practice in Enid, Oklahoma where he has been practicing ever since. Reed was a member of the Oklahoma Chiropractic Association and served as Vice-President and President for the Oklahoma Chiropractic Association. He is survived by his parents, Carl and Betty Reed of Altus, OK., his children, Tinah Reed of Shawnee and Caleb Reed of the home. Brothers David Reed and wife Cindy of Austin, TX; and Paul Reed and wife Kim of Hobart, OK; and sisters Brenda Finney and husband Michael of Alamo, CA. and Wendy Howard and husband Greg of Frederick, OK; a very dear life-long friend Laurie Owens-Davis of the home; Thacker and Amber Burden and children, Wyatt and Corinne; and uncles, Von Reed of Norman, OK. and Dale Cartmill of Rush Springs, OK; and nephews: Benton, Carter, Connor, Grayson ,Fletcher, and Preston; and nieces: Olivia, Kelly, Emily, Bailey and Faith. He was preceded in death by his sister, Tena Lynn Reed, grandparents Cecile E. and Bluie ( Cookson ) Reed and Roy and Iona ( Kring ) Cartmill, Uncles Earl Cartmill, Leroy Cartmill, Jack reed, Wade Reed and King Reed. Condolences to the family online at www.enidwecare.com

Raising Hope

I love this show - it is so stupid and politically incorrect and really funny!

RAISING HOPE

is a new single-camera family comedy from Emmy Award winner Greg Garcia that follows the Chance family as they find themselves adding an unexpected new member into their household.

At 23 years old, JIMMY CHANCE (Lucas Neff) is going nowhere in life. He skims pools for a living, parties every night and still lives at home with his family, including his MAW MAW (Cloris Leachman); his mother, VIRGINIA (Martha Plimpton) and his father, BURT (Garret Dillahunt).

Jimmy's life takes a drastic turn when a chance romantic encounter with LUCY (guest star Bijou Phillips) goes awry once he discovers she is a wanted felon. Months later, when Jimmy pays a visit to the local prison, he learns Lucy is pregnant with their baby, and after she gives birth, he is charged with raising their daughter.

Rachel's comic of Ahna & Dan

I wish I knew how to insert the picture here, but I'm stupid so you'll just have to click on the link to Rachel's blog to see it:

Rachel's comic of Ahna & Dan (scroll down past the Black Friday photo)

ADORABLE!!!

Robert Plant and the Band of Joy

YES!!!!!

Just got tickets to see ROBERT PLANT and Band of Joy on 2/1/11 at DAR Constitution Hall which is incredible because that place isn't that big - only seats about 3700 people.

AND Patty Griffin is part of the band and I love everything she does.

Shouldn't have spent the money, but it will be worth every penny!

Band of Joy (2010)

TRACKLIST:

• Angel Dance
• House of Cards
• Central Two O Nine
• Silver Rider
• You Can’t Buy My Love
• Falling in Love Again
• The Only Sound That Matters
• Monkey
• Get Along Home Cindy
• Harms Swift Way
• Satan Your Kingdom Must Come Down
• Even This Shall Pass Away

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Released: September 13, 2010. Label: Es Paranza / Rounder.

Producers: Robert Plant, Buddy Miller.
Recorded at Woodland Studios, Nashville, TN, House of Blues Studio, Nashville, TN, Clinton Recording Studio, New York, NY

Credits:

Robert Plant - Vocals, Producer
Marco Giovino: Drums & Percussion
Patty Griffin: Vocals
Byron House: Bass
Buddy Miller: Electric guitar, baritone, 6 string bass & mandoguitar
Darrell Scott: Acoustic guitar, mandolin, octave mandolin, banjos, accordion, pedal steel & lap steel guitar.

This is my life!

Hyperbole and a Half tells my life story here

The first time I read it I laughed my ass off because that is SO ME!!!

But then I realized how depressing it really was.

Sigh. . . .

Postcards from Yo Momma

Just discovered this website today (thanks LOTD!)

I haven't gone back very far in the history of posts - but some of these are hilarious! You just can't make up the good shit that moms' say.

Here's a few and then go check it out for yourself:

Watch out for Spike
Posted By Postcards From Yo Momma On July 30, 2010 (11:00 am) In chats

Me: When I pick up the cake where should I put it?
Mom: just make room in the freezer in the garage – just watch out for Spike
Me: I’m sorry, Spike the cat?
Mom: yes, he died
Me: he died in the freezer??
Mom: No he died in the yard – but we can’t bury him yet the ground is frozen.
Me: so you put the DEAD CAT in the freezer?
Mom: Oh stop whining – I liked that cat. All we keep in there is sodas and stuff.

Article taken from Postcards From Yo Momma - http://www.postcardsfromyomomma.com
URL to article: http://www.postcardsfromyomomma.com/2010/07/30/watch-out-for-spike/

Don't Passive-Aggressive-Smile-Face-ME
Posted By Postcards From Yo Momma On August 4, 2008 (4:01 pm) In chats

Mom: So when we come to Sydney can we stay at yours?

Mom: Hello?

Me: Oh. Sure. Well, actually there are a number of awesome hotels just a two minute walk from my house. I’ve just emailed you a bunch of links. Have a look! Am happy to book any of them for you. But, yeah, of course you are welcome to stay at mine, if you really want to.

Me: Mom?

Mom: You were welcome to stay in my uterus for nine months, and then my house for 17 years. But I understand, a week at your apartment might be a bit … much. :)

Me: Don’t you passive-aggressive-smile-face-ME, woman.

Mom: Fuck off. Love you – M.

Article taken from Postcards From Yo Momma - http://www.postcardsfromyomomma.com
URL to article: http://www.postcardsfromyomomma.com/2008/08/04/dont-passive-aggressive-smile-face-me/

Life Lyrics - Jackson Browne "Never Stop"

Fantastic song - the last line gives me goosebumps. It doesn't get any more romantic than that.

Now the night is glowing beneath your skin

And when you smile I'm the richest man I know.

Urban survival - open a bottle of wine with a shoe!

Very cool - I can't wait to try this!

http://www.wimp.com/wineshoe

Life Lyrics - James McMurtry

If you haven't heard "Just Us Kids" by James McMurtry you should check it out. The whole song is great but the one verse I can't get out of my head is the last one:

Ya know we could really have it all
Our kid's gonna graduate next fall
I could take retirement in 10 years
It's a damn short movie
How'd we ever get here?

Just us kids hangin' out today
Watchin' our long hair turnin' gray
Not so skinny maybe not so free
Not so many as we used to be


Man - it sucks to get old.