Midnight Cravings. What makes a man sexy.

So. Joe and I NEVER want kids. But that doesn’t stop my hon from getting up after midnight and going to the store in his pj’s to solve any and all cravings I suddenly have.

First of all because he likes bad foods and a lot of it and any excuse to eat any especially after midnight he will jump to for without much of a push. Especially because I have a really healthy home most of the time.

Second, me on my period on top of a day I have had no caffeine on top of a day that our usually quiet and sleeping pets decided to both be total assholes during an attempted nap and I was grouchy all to hell all day was just not a day to mess with ….my attitude on a good day isn’t nice. War tours survived and that man don’t mess around. 

I laughed and said “You are going dressed like that?” and he says that “he will meet the eyes of any man and say “The woman’s on her period” and that any other man will nod and his eyes will show sympathy and he will say…here brother, step ahead of me in line.”

So…long story short. I got chips last night. I think the last time I ate chips was once last summer at a BBQ. I didn’t beg or even ask for them. I just simply sighed deeply and said “man, chips would be so good right now”. I could have easily gone and gotten them myself. I am pretty sure he is feeding his very own fat boy over my cravings and simply uses the excuse to his benefit. It isn’t the first time he has run out in the middle of the night at a slight suggestion from me. But, whatever, I got my chips.

Vet and Taxes. Because. Monday.


Yesterday was Monday and Monday meant tedious as shit errands and stuff and things.

Like…the vet.

George needed his one year updated vaccinations. While traveling we don’t always get the chance to use our same vet, who we love, and is in San Antonio. But for some update vaccs we felt ok to have them updated elsewhere after some research into the location.

So…we went.

Our poor bubba. He was taken to the “back room” for a fecal exam and brought back as a no go they reported he was “not having it”…the rest of the day I did George voices to Joe “Don’t even go in there, dad”, “They tried touching my no no spot, dad”, “Those ladies are into some weird shit, dad”.

The vet and tech and experience was not BAD…but it was also not GOOD. Where our amazing vet in SA always takes the time to “talk to George” who literally has conversations with her which is funny because he is a super quiet dog otherwise.  These kept trying to sell us their own form of flea and heart worm meds (he is on all of his meds regularly) and I felt it was a very long sales pitch the entire time. I didn’t even get a chance to ask some questions that I had. They kept trying to push the heartworm shot (over monthly med), I pushed back on that. Tech says “I like it because I forget to give my dog things like that” I deadpanned “I don’t”. They kept not understanding that I still wanted him heart worm tested even though he is on heart worm prevention meds monthly. Like, dude, we’s in the south. Just test him. (I always test 6 months to a year regardless as well as any time before a vaccination or surgery.) They were super overly apprehensive with him and he is very sweet, though he was hyper (we had even run him out and taken him prior to petco to try and tire him out but he was a hit hyper still) but while weighing they literally had a dog lunging at him two feet away and “waiting” rather than taking him (the tech was handling it) around the corner and getting Georges weight who wanted to pay more attention to the boxer that was lunging at him close enough to touch noses the entire time. SHE got frustrated that they couldn’t get his weight then. I kept saying “Please remove that dog” and then got him to be still just fine finally but had to totally butt in to do so.

Then the vet seemed super apprehensive with him and two of them like totally clobered him to restrain while he got his shots which made him upset. Again, not aggressive upset, but wiggly and panting and drooling upset. He was simply confused because they kept moving all around him and grabbing at him on the floor the entire time. I mean..they didn’t even try and be nice about it…they just grabbed him and took him down. For the bordetella nasally done she got upset that he got upset (not aggressive at all) when she clamped his mouth shut and held him really tight. Of course he wiggled. (Another issue I had is that they went for nasal B rather than injecting b after asking them to do injecting). And yet they were big on me not helping, which is fine, but our vet techs in SA also do restrain him while he doesn’t FEEL restrained. Honestly though the vet and techs there in SA work super well together, here, not so much. At the end the vet told us a story about a neighbor chow chow she once took care of and (unwarranted) she obviously just had a fear of chows. Even in his most agitated state he wiggled but he never got mean at all or scary in any way. They made what could have taken seconds last several minutes and just made everything stressful for everybody. At the same time…they still weren’t TERRIBLE. I just wasn’t really happy. Also, I had taken plenty of treats for George to get his attention in a distracted situation. They kept pulling out a tub of peanut butter with a used by other dogs tongue depressor to give to him and I kept telling them he hated PB then they would not listen and kept trying. On this dirty by other dogs nasty used double dipped tongue depressor tub of PB. Then she just stuck the PB on his nose and when he licked it off she was like “see? He does like it!” Umm, no lady, he was getting the shit off his nose and still not interested in licking the PB off that stick”.

After that, there was a small cozy outdoor supply store next door so we walked over and George lay on a rug while I sat on a chair in the shoe section and the lady there came right over and sat Indian style on the floor and belly rubbed him and he got lots of love and attention. So he ended on a really good note. I calmed my own nerves.

As we walked out, Joe and I began discussing a bit about the vets issue with Chow’s being a large problem in it all. He says “I kinda hope the next ten dogs she gets are Chows. Though I kinda feel sorry for the dog, too at the same time of course so I guess not” Just then…we see this super fluffy HUGE lion head chow chow show prancing his big ass head from car to clinic and I said “Well, if any chow chow is going to give some attitude deserved, that diva will be it and there is your wished for train of chow chows for the vet today happening.”

And then the rest of the day I continued doing George voices about the “back room” and the Not happening fecal test to Joe. “Was that a vet or a church, dad?” “Dad, you do NOT wanna go back there. Let. Me. Tell. You.”

Top Chef


Jumping around Top Chef a little lately for the first time as I had never watched it. I began watching it for two reasons, but one of them was after reading a new article about Chef Nina Compton ( See here Chef Nina Compton )

Her season (11) of Top Chef took place in New Orleans (with some at the end in Hawaii) and she is from St. Lucia so all of that interested me. I have also been on a huge kick from San Antonio to Florida on women chef’s and women owned and run restaurants. I had been to both her first and her newest restaurant in New Orleans. So…I watched the season 11 Top Chef.

Joe comes home and with him and with an upcoming project and being on the restaurant kick and he and I being total foodies (we travel for food but as example our Sunday was a bite shared and a drink at several restaurants, creating our own little through town tour. Before that in another city. In one weekend we’ve done two cities. One being New Orleans, all tying into the Top Chef watching. I had already previously mapped out the majority of our little tour myself but a few extra got added in. That food truck, though…..

Mostly drink wise we judged on Old Fashioned and French75’s. Let. Me. Tell. You just how BAD a bartender can be…and just how amazing. There was a patron margarita in there as well that I will admit, as a come from Texas gal, was the best done drink I’d ever lay on my taste buds. I don’t even like margaritas much.

This is how we travel. Usually not as much on the drinks as this weekend but we felt like remembering that we were grown ups. We enjoyed our time and ate and drank a lot of water and meandered slowly. And we truly enjoyed some classic drinks and a lot of judging because we are very judge people. We enjoyed at each place good bartender conversations as bonus…or bad like their obviously don’t know what a French75 even is kind.
Funny enough…the personality usually matched their drink ability.

So…anyway…all about Top chef these days. Nina is awesome….how the heck a chef who had to be told he had no salt on EVER single dish, and turned out TERRIBLE dishes on several attempts won over her I just don’t understand. But the woman moved to New Orleans (from Florida at the time where she was chef) and opened her very own beautiful restaurant. And since then…a second as well more recently. She ain’t no small deal and maybe the title of Top Chef wasn’t won by TV reality but it was certainly won by peoples hearts and palettes and I can understand why by both show, meeting her, and tasting everything on her menu’s.

With Joe home I decided to jump to watch the Charleston season (season 14) but it was SO bad that we had to switch and try another season. NOLA S11 had been produced SO well and the show as a first really sold me on the TV show altogether. Charleston would have ruined it full stop had it been first. It was just poorly produced to tears of boredom and lack of clarity, a badly put together team (although I was excited for Shirley back from season 11). I will likely discuss that in more detail later.

So, I jumped to Season 10, the episodes prior to the one I had enjoyed so much. And…better than Charleston. Not as better as New Orleans for sure. Even down to I see clearly when and where Padma (love her) really finally gets a real and good stylist (from hair to makeup to clothes finally) to the team working a bit better together and more. However…still more out of kitchen drama than in and frankly…I ain’t here to watch a soap opera. The production on season 10 is much better than season 14 but still pretty terrible and not clear on what some of the challenges even are or the end product of the food (both parts of which season 14 truly failed on greatly) and where New Orleans season 11 was VERY god on. My full props go to production, stylists, team, chef’s, and every detail of season 11. Even Judges discussion, played out challenges where all so well done and kept a person from boredom.

I still can’t get over the obvious stylists changes you can tell for Padma…like my bartenders and a French75…some people had it…some did not. Greatly. Did. Not.

Still watching season 10 now and soon I look forward to trying the after my favorite season 11 and jumping to 12 and see how that one goes. Then I am looking forward to watching the Kentucky season happening as we speak. I will totally have to watch Miami (s4) and of course, Texas (s9) if I don’t watch the entire catch up of it all. I don’t know, as much as I’d love to finish a Charleston season, if I can make myself finish S14 at all. I ask #BRAVO for a redo.

Also…throw out there real quickly…I LOVE chef’s Table but also my newest start on Salt Fat Acid Heat two eps in and I am swooning.

At its best.

Really need to add to my resume “Really good at procrastinating on end of the minute house work”.
I mean. I keep a clean house on the daily. Every time right before my vacation begins it seems to have exploded. I also always deep clean…and in the midst of deep cleaning…it gets ugly before it gets better.
Right now I think my closet is the only thing looking good. If I can’t grab and go with my wardrobe I pretty much fall apart in the morning. Last vacation I hadn’t prepped and organized my closet just so and I would wake and just sit looking at it until Joe said “You ok?” and I would be like “I can’t pants right now” He would get up and go make me coffee. But…he is also gone for four weeks at a time and the world needs me to have the ability to pants. I GET Mark Zuckerburg’s plan on the wardrobe.
I started some Spring cleaning stuff yesterday…just going through and finding “joy” in some areas. But today and tomorrow I planned to deep clean every nook and cranny that pet hair and dust gets into plus put away all of my books and papers I pull out during my work month (i.e. cramming everything into good hiding places and hope Joe doesn’t open any doors). Like in RV’s the window seals get super dirty really quickly (I also always have open windows), and in RV’s there are many weird places that trap dust and pet fur. On the daily I get the majority and keep it pretty well. On the weekly I do a deeper go at it. On the monthly I tear shit apart and am always like “HTF does that even happen?”
Joe always asks why I have little boxes of baking soda hidden everywhere. Small spaces. Big stinky pets. Also RV’s easily can get a milder smell even without the mildew (I’ve checked). You kinda have to remember this thing is really a big vehicle and you know how sometimes after a rain even when it doesn’t get wet inside it can kinda smell like it has? Yeah. That. Moisture wreaks havoc on an RV and no matter what, moisture gets in. Little cheap boxes of baking soda do WONDERS. And I hate perfumy smelling coverup options to smell control in a home.
So anyway. I have a lot to do. I’ll admit I allowed laundry to build until I can’t close my cabinet anymore. Oy. Why do I punish myself?
And yet.,…I am still sipping my coffee and googling “Best pie” and “best BBQ” and “Bourbon” along my next planned travel routes.

The Tree of Me.

There is a lot of what makes a person the person they are.
There are the people they come from.
It is a funny thing, studying a family tree, because so very much of it is wrong. In generations of time there are children raised as siblings, children sent away, illegitimate children, children from affairs and thus not connected to the husband in the tree…or the mother…and often, not even on the tree…because who really knew?
There are the secret adoptions, into the family tree…and away like a branch of the tree we never know is missing. The one family cousin who had several boys and sends one to live with another of the family to work a farm and thus is actually a branch attached for our viewing upon the wrong section of the tree.
And in the world of mumps and more…there were many fathers who could not father and mothers who could not mother and children stolen, bought, yes…this happens even now, raised from another without proper proceedings, and secretly adopted…or impregnanted by another who could. And even a child adopted from across an ocean that someone seemed fit to hide from the tree altogether.
Sadly…in thousands of people and many hundreds of years, there are children born of rape. There are children of white fathers born unto slaves…due to rape except in perhaps the very rarest and least likely in most times exception. There are the children born with “something wrong” and sent to be raised in asylums, in orphanages, in special homes, and during that tme, by slaves. And somewhere…hidden or forgotten about of the family tree. There are the hidden families…one because they way men do. The other because of what was legal or not.
And there are the disowned that slipped by.
When we look at our tree’s…there are so many of the people in it who may not actually be blood related at all. A second husband or a second wife without the proper mention or documentation. So many reasons.
There are these new DNA tests. It is funny…and perhaps much simply over my head. They can’t gather and prove “North American Native American” blood “because there isn’t a data-base” and yet we well know that these companies began with a foundation of a data base to begin with. And we very well know that the government has collected enough, and is willing to sell.
Often the excuse or reason is that not enough people NOW (NA) are entering into this new fad of DNA testing and thus…they have nothing to go on because of that…and yet they hand a paper with 50’s of this or that, even with a different “Norwegian than the father” I have read many times of the type…and then your results change. You go from being 50% such and such to 40% or 60% based upon “more people entering into the DNA testing data base” which to me does not make sense. You are…or you aren’t. If I test and have a % then all 8 of my siblings test…why would that change what I actually am?
And IF that is the case…then they DO have a NA data base by every tiny percentage in each person tested. It isn’t like the data base began with the cleanest Norwgian of centuries back, either.
What am I missing?
Family is a funny thing. The people…and the history…and the blood relation and the non-blood relations which make it all up. We can’t fully trust our tree’s, and now, especially with the DNA companies selling our data base to the FBI, we can’t truly trust even our own DNA (scary that there could be a data base for white nationalists to literally know who to wipe out should we ever come to another world of Hitler).
Family is a mysterious thing. There is much we never know about our own. And there are things we always thought we knew and learn not to be quite true. There is the family long gone who we wished we had asked more questions of when we had the chance or been able to get to know. And there is the family alive who we don’t even speak to for twenty years.
Family…in every which way…is both a very large part of who and what creates us as we are. And yet….they can be also a very small and slim part of it as well.
So…what makes me me? A lot of this…a little of that. But mostly in all the end…nothing at all to do with the family tree. For some we need that ability to change and create our own destiny. For some of us it will always remain such a mystery that we may wonder where something of us comes from…but it will only ever be a wonder. And never should we rely. Remember that we can change. And yes…some things are built into our DNA…and beyond that in how we are raised and influenced. Some are “so much like…” and others are born and grow into “nothing at all like…” so in the end, all of the destiny is ours and in only us.