karalynn

Quote of the Day:
Jumpier than a rattlesnake in a pickle barrel. Sandy Cheeks of SpongeBob SquarePants

WTF?!?!?!?!?!?

Wow two updates in one day. I took the time to post a recipe to oldskoolpat so you all get to see it now. It is a little something I invented. It evolved from my wonderful German heritage of Spare Ribs and Sauerkraut but was southernized by my living in NC for 25 years.

Carolina Swamp Meat

1 pork roast (tenderloin or Pork Butt is fine)
3 cans of Glory Southern Style Turnip Greens with Diced Turnip
3 cans boiled potatoes
1 lb baby carrots
1 yellow onion, chopped
Ms. Dash to taste approximately 2 teaspoon
1 teaspoon Savory
Vegetable oil

Begin by mixing the herbs and spices and chopped onion in enough vegetable oil to brown the roast. Brown the roast in a Dutch oven until all the sides are brown. While the roast is browning, pull out your crock-pot and add the 3 cans of Turnip Greens and Carrots. When the roast is browned, add the entire contents of the Dutch Oven to the crock-pot. Cook until meat is done. Check your crock pot for estimated cooking times. Shoot for about 5 hours for a pork butt with a bone in it. About 2 hours before you are ready to eat add the 3 cans of boiled potatoes. Once it is all done, it doesnt look to great, hence the name, but boy is it yummy.
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Yesterday I went to Roller Derby Practice and fell down way to many times. I am a Ref but my skate skills are pretty low compared to the other refs all of which are actually better skaters than most of the Derby girls. So since the Derby Gals were working on skills I tried too. I ended up on the floor four or five times too

Oh and I got a lot of old kitschy costume jewelry over Thanksgiving. I raided the stash my mom got when she purchased a bunch of stuff form an estate yard sale. And I got two berets out of it and one of the old jewelry boxes too.


And since I have a huge back log of Quotes to use up Im gonna post a
Quote of the Day special edition:

feeling that in some way we could never explain on our opposite sides of the Inbetween, we were born to keep each other company. Alice Seabold, from The Lovely Bones

and her journal would release her into a daydream of being such a good poet that her words had the power to resurrect me. Alice Seabold, from The Lovely Bones

How does the rabbit feel when the shadow of the hawk falls on him like a dark crucifix? Steven King, from The Stand

But Christmas he never forgot. It was the one remnant of his religion which never left him, for he sensed behind it a great, shimmering history that went back and back through the millennia to the dark forests where fires blazed and pagans dance. Anne Rice, from The Witching Hour

She had learnt a painful lesson, she thought- that as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses our watchers, those who know and understand the tiny little meaningless patterns, those words drawn in water with a stick. And there is noting left but the endless flow. Anne Rice, from The Witching Hour

How beautiful that little tree, with its lights which meant the Light of the world and its ornaments which meant the gifts of the Wise Men, and its green-smelling branches which meant the promise of the summer to come even in the dept of the winters cold. Anne Rice, from The Witching Hour

The Universal Toast

Observe, when Mother Earth is dry
She drinks the dropping of the sky,
And then the dewy cordial gives
To every thirsty plant that lives.
The vapors which at evening weep
Are beverage to the swelling deep;
And when the rosy sun appears
He drinks the ocean's misty tears.
The moon too quaffs her paly stream
Of luster from the solar beam.
Then hence with your sober thinking!
Since nature's holy law is drinking,
I'll make the law of Nature mine,
And pledge the Universe in wine. -Tom Moore