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Grilled Jerk Shrimp and Pineapple Skewers
Prep Time: 10 minutes Marinate Time: 20 minutes Cook Time: 10 minutes Total Time: 40 minutes Servings: 4
Spicy grilled jerk marinated shrimp and sweet and juicy pineapple skewers!

Ingredients
1 pound (20-25 or 16-20) shrimp, peeled and deveined
1/2 cup jerk marinade
2 slices pineapple, cut into 1/2 inch pieces
directions
Marinate the shrimp in the the half of the jerk marinade for at least 20 minutes and up to over night, skewer the shrimp and pineapple and grill over medium-high heat until cooked, about 2-3 minutes per side.
Prep Time: 10 minutes Total Time: 10 minutes Servings: 4
A quick and easy homemade jerk marinade!

Jerk Marinade Ingredients
1+ scotch bonnet pepper
2 cloves garlic
1 tablespoon ginger, grated
2 green onions
1 tablespoon thyme, chopped
1 tablespoon allspice
3/4 teaspoon nutmeg
3/4 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon pepper
1 tablespoon brown sugar
1 tablespoon oil
2 tablespoons white vinegar
2 tablespoons soy sauce
1 tablespoon dark rum
1/2 orange, juice and zest
1 lime, juice and zest
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The definition of marriage

Someone asked me when the definition of marriage changed. And this is a person that reads history.

I liked my answer. That happens sometimes.

Don't know the history of the definition of marriage but I know it's changed quite a bit over time. Like now you're limited to only one wife. At a time. Unless you're a Mormon. And it has nothing to do with land. Or cattle. Or family allegiances. Anymore. And there's that pesky age requirement in this country that wasn't there before. And a wife isn't considered property nor can she be stoned. Legally at least. In this country. And divorce doesn't carry quite the same stigma that it once did. Marriage gets redefined according to the culture and the times. It's whatever the majority agrees it is and it's pretty apparent what the new definition is.
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Bashing gay bashers is the new black

Bashing gay bashers is the new black. Which pleases me. Also being ridiculed are those that say they just disagree with homosexuality - like you can disagree with something that's innate - it's like saying you disagree with blue - you might not like blue, you may even hate blue but no, give me a break, there is no world where saying you do not disagree with blue makes any kind of sense. The thing that really gets my goat is when homophobes say they feel bullied now. I seriously doubt you will ever be anything more than verbally ridiculed for your appalling behavior. I seriously doubt you will ever be literally bashed over the head with clubs, or made to feel so inferior that you take your own life at 16, or be forced into mind control camps by your misguided and fucked up religious parents, or shot at, or have done to you any of the other mean, nasty, horrible, ugly things that people of your mindset have been doing to gay people for a very, very long time.
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Rainy sleeplessness

What a weird day. It's been raining steadily since yesterday evening. Willow woke me up last night at 1:30 am with her whining to go out, she's had diarrhea so when she wants out, we let her out immediately. John let her out but while she was out I heard a bad and loud cat fight. So I had to get up and take inventory. And then I couldn't sleep. So I stayed up reading stuff. And didn't feel like sleeping till almost 5 am. Woke at 10 this morning feeling okay, not sleep-deprived and stupid like I expected. Been listening to the rain, reading and thinking about stuff and things. I hope I crash early tonight and sleep well. I haven't been sleeping well for weeks now.
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Nature oberserations

Wisteria grows wild everywhere around here. Except for my yard. The yard of death. But I'm going to see about getting a clipping from the bit on the corner in the empty overgrown lot.

People seem to love white Dogwood trees. Those are also blooming now in abundance.

Also the flowering trees with the purple/dark pinkish blooms. Those grow wild around here too.

Saw my first dragonfly yesterday since I've lived here in NC. It's a Blue Corporal.
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Finger and helping

I keep thinking that I've gotten all of the strength back in my left hand after the cat bite 6 and a half weeks ago but no. Last night John and I were putting the comforter cover back on and I couldn't hold my corner tight enough to pull the heavy comforter in place. I had to ask him to do it. I'm lucky that he's an awesome human being and has been helping me with no complaint whenever I need it. Hmmm. I think that sums up our relationship. We help each other whenever we need it with absolutely no complaint, in fact, at least on my part, I feel happy to be asked and do so with something close to glee. I do know that this will change as our relationship ages but for now it's a great feeling.
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Hello new year

So the holidays are officially over as of today. In Hope World. This was the first new year's eve that I slept through. Ever. I almost protested going to bed at 10:30 but then said naaaah, we were both happily beat and we are two people who try to not let tradition dictate our lives and I like that about us, a lot, so we snoozed our way into the new year.

Out visit to John's parent's last weekend was nice. His dad and stepmom made me feel like part of the family. I met John's brother and his girlfriend and their adorable little boy, and John's sister and her husband. John's son came with us too. And we all stayed in the house for the weekend and I think almost all of us got each other's colds but we had a good time. I learned how to play a couple new card games, I got to play with Django, John's nephew, and I got to see John's dad's incredible model train extravaganza that he's built in the basement. Quiet and comfortable and pleasant weekend.
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Finger

My finger almost doesn't hurt anymore except when I accidentally jam it. I have almost all of the strength back in my left hand. Still can't bend the finger even close to where I normally could but it's improving, slowly. It's been almost 5 weeks.
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Life

The finger is getting there. Slowly. It looks like it's almost back to normal. Most of the skin peeled off like it was sunburned. All of the scabs are healed. Now we have 3 small bumps over 3 of the holes made by little cat fangs. I still love this cat and cuddle with him but boy, I have moments when I want to knock his block off. I'm still pissed off at him and pissed off in general about this. But that's going away too. Thankfully. It's probably one of those 5 stages of something. I can now hold heavier things in my hand. Strength is coming back more and more each day. I'd say about an ounce a day.

I think we're at the greatest point of integration that we're going to get to with the animals. Boo is the only one that consistently hisses at Willow when Willow tries to nose him. All of the other cats are either hardly bothered and don't even look up at the giant dog nose when it's applied to them or they do look but are calm. Mostly calm. No one is cuddling up together on the couch but no one is trying to eat or injure the other. I'll take this.

No job yet. No replies to resumes sent yet either. Hmmmm. This isn't as easy as I thought it would be. So. After the new year I'm going to go back to temping. That should at least get me some money and get me out of the house. I know, weird, I'm getting bored sitting around all day. Didn't think that would happen but it has.

We're going to Missouri for a 4 day trip this coming weekend. We're visiting John's parents. We're bringing John's son. I'll get to meet John's sister and brother and their families. And we're driving. Sixteen hours. This should be interesting!

John and I continue to get along fabulously. Nothing to report there other than yeah, it's all good. Real good.
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Finger and stuff

The big bandage came off this past Thursday. I still can't bend my finger more than a little bit but it's a tiny bit more everyday. I was amazed at how withered my wrist and hand looked and how much strength I had lost. Also a bit shocked by how gross the surgical and feline incisions still looked. And they're still a bit on the yucky side. It's been two week and two days since Killer bit me and I'm still messed up good.

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Started putting up John's Christmas tree in the kitchen with my ornaments. Hopefully the cats and dog do not destroy it.

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We're going to John's parent's house in Missouri between Christmas and New Year's. We're driving. It's a 16 hour drive. This should be fun.

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The animals continue to integrate. All the cats are allowing themselves to be sniffed by Willow the dog and most of them, most of the time don't hiss at the dog. The other day I was laying in bed and had Willow on one side of me with her legs up in the air and her head across my feet and Cocoa the cat on the other side of me with her legs up in the air AND Killer was snuggled up against Willow's ample behind. If only I could have taken that picture but alas I was alone and could not reach a camera.