Thursday, March 04, 2010

Banana Bread

I made up this recipe when I was on my Daniel fast last year. It is almost time again for that fast to come around again. So I thought I would get myself ready for it. (But for the fast, I used other substitutes for the eggs, during the fast.)

Awesome Banana Bread

1/2 cup shortening
2 eggs
1/2 tsp salt
3 tsp baking powder
4 mashed banana's
1 1/2 cup All purpose flour
1 4 oz package of chopped walnuts
1 6 oz package of dried cranberries
a pinch of cinnamon

Preheat oven to 350

Cream shortening and sugar. Add eggs one at a time, then add mashed bananas. Fold in dry ingredients. Fold in nuts and cranberries. Bake in a 9X5 greased pan for 1 hour.
Easy and very yummy!

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Golf Outing

Lamar teeing off
James rockin' the Mohawk.

James teeing off.

Bryanna with her putter.
It was such a nice day out yesterday, we decided to go golfing. Bryanna has been asking us to go golfing for a long time now. Since we got Bryanna and Makayla kids golf clubs, we needed to get our money out of them, before they grow out of them. So James, Lamar, Bryanna and I went golfing. We did 27 holes. Of course Bryanna couldn't really golf, but when we got to the green she putted her ball in. I think she had more fun riding on the golf cart than anything else. I tried to get more pictures, but it was raining off and on later in the day.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

It Will Never Die

That's right, my 1985 Blazer will never die! I just love that car. Well on my latest adventure of fixing the beast, was the steering column. The part that you see under the hood was broke. To you motor heads, it was the half shaft going to the steering gear box. Well the original one was, a very bad pot smokers engineering design gone wrong. Where it goes into the steering box was broke. If I wiggled it and used a crow bar, it would have came out with no problem. I wouldn't have had to even unbolt it at all. That's how bad my car was a death trap.

But according to James, it was in bad shape, but not a death trap. WTF? I'm sorry, one bad pot hole and that would have been deadly. Probably not for me, but for the person I would have hit. But it wasn't a death trap.

Then I remembered why I didn't like working on cars. Well it's not like I don't like it, I just don't like it when I can't work on my own car. James has to step in and do all of it. I think he forgets I have been working on cars a lot longer than he has. Well he may know more of the tech stuff about it. Like the compression ratio, and horsepower and crap like that. I really don't care about all of that anymore. Back in high school I did. But now that I am almost 30, I really don't care. I just want my car to run great and to be safe enough for my kids to ride in it. ( wow I'm getting old ) I can't ever fix my own damn car with him around. Then he wonders why I'm always in a pissy mood when I am the tool bitch. I tell him why, then it's the same thing all over again the next time.

But the Blazer is no longer a death trap. Which is a good thing. On my quest for looking for my part, I found a Blazer and S-10 grave yard. Oh it is heaven to me. I found a bunch of parts for when I need them. This summer I plan on taking out all the interior and replacing it. After 24 years, it has taken a beating. Not to mention, James is using the back as a garage. He has a 350 motor in pieces in the back. I remember being redneck, but not hillbilly. I guess that's what happens when you move to a sort of farm city. Well once I get his crap out of my piece of crap, I can make the inside nice again.

I can say, that my Blazer may look like crap, but it runs just as good or even better than some newer cars. In the last 10 years, there has only been minor stuff wrong with it. Well all but the carburetor and this steering half shaft. For it all being 24 years old, it has lasted a long time. So my next adventure, I will be putting a new engine and transmission in it.

I'm getting to old for a 5-speed. So if I put an automatic in with the engine in it now, it wouldn't be worth it. So that is what I will be doing this summer. Now that James' Camaro is gone, I can move my Blazer in the garage at his parents house. So this should be fun. I will be able to sit and be the tool bitch, while James does it for me. Don't worry, I will have pictures of what is going on. I'm sure something amusing will happen. It always does over there when it comes to working on cars. It doesn't matter who's car it is, something always happens.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009


I have a very odd dog. Every morning, we have a fight. He drinks my coffee! What the hell?! I get to drink my first cup with no problem. It's just the second and third I have problems with. I will get the girls up and get them ready for school after my first cup. So I leave my spot to get the morning rolling. When I come back, I have less coffee than I started with. For a while, I was starting to think I was really sucking it down. Then I saw him in my chair drinking my coffee. EWW! I was drinking coffee after something that licks it's butt! That is really gross.

He will see me make my coffee and follow me to my chair. He sits in front of my chair waiting for me to get up. Then that is when he makes his move. I have always wondered why he would be so hyper. He is an old dog. Close to 13. So I really don't see him doing a whole lot in his old age. Well he can sure suck down coffee.

Now I have smartened up. I put it on the counter when I leave my chair. Well, he will jump on the counter and try and knock my cup on the floor. So now I am down to 2 coffee cups. I had a whole mess of them. Well some broke due to wet hands. The majority of them have been broke from the coffee stealing dog. I need to start using the plastic coffee cups. The ones people take in the car with the lids. Yeah, that's the ticket! I'll show that dog who is smarter. Knowing my luck, he will eat the cup and lid. ( the dog ate my Webber grill. When I say "ate", he really ate it. Not chewed on it, ate it.) So my dog is part goat. Well I will figure out a solution for this dilemma one way or the other.