20100802
A long time ago....
In a Galaxy Far, Far Away... Okay, maybe not. Let's just say it has been awhile since I posted. Not that it has been missed, since the only people who read this were Kelly, Mom, and (occasionally) Dustin. I might try to routinely post back on here once my Internship starts. Why? Well the internship might be stressful and I'll be absorbing a lot of information and experiences over a short period of time. If there is any way I can help download that information into an anecdotal form then that is a good thing. I can't make any promises, especially since my last post was made forever ago, but that's life!
20090802
Bludgeoning Buffalo Wings
Bludgeoning Buffalo Wing Sauce, the sauce that hits you where it hurts! Okay, so maybe that would not be a good catch phrase for a new Buffalo Wing Sauce. Anyways, the sauce does not really torch the tongue like the name suggests, but it does leave a happy little warmth in the mouth. Okay, anyways, a few days ago Kelly sent me to the store to get groceries and "Chicken." I place chicken affectionately within quotes because that is exactly what the grocery list described. Just "Chicken." No Chicken legs, breasts, broth, soup, stir fry, or whatever. Just "Chicken."
So I had to make what I have affectionately dubbed the "clarification call," which happens at least once (if not more) during my excursions to Wal-Mart. She explained she wanted something to make Buffalo Wings in our Crockpot that we can leave cooking over night so that we could have it for dinner before she had to go to work. So she told me to use my own personal discretion in picking out the "Chicken."
Now that I knew to what end the chicken would have, I could go on and select the style of chicken I wanted to fullfil that particular duty. I immediately ruled out the wussy "buffalo" wings and legs that are the clichéd "go to" for most buffalo wing fanatics. Why? two reasons:
1) I don't want to have to eat twenty of these things to fill up.
2) Poor little chickens not growing up in life!
Okay, so maybe that last one is not really a reason, but I decided to go with the full on Drumsticks. True, they don't have as much meat as Chicken Breasts, but it was a happy medium that maximized intake with an acceptable amount of meat on it. But I didn't want to just toss some chicken in the Crockpot and then douse it with a generic buffalo wing sauce. I wanted to make my own Buffalo Sauce for it! So here is what we came up with:
"Chicken"
1 Bottle of Honey BBQ Sauce
2 teaspoons of Ground Cayenne Pepper
1/4 teaspoon of Salt
2 teaspoons of Black Pepper
1/2 teaspoon of Minced Garlic
3 tablespoons of Worcestershire Sauce
2 tablespoons of Tabasco Sauce
1 tablespoons of Tajin Fruit Seasoning
2 tablespoon of Brown Sugar
Then the directions are REALLY easy:
1) Toss everything into the crock pot making sure you have enough BBQ Sauce to cover up most of the "chicken."
2) Stir.
3) Cook on low for 4 hours.
4) Stir occasionally.
5) eat.
Oh, and here is a picture of the chicken bathing in the sauce:
I highly recommend everyone (also known as Mom) to try it out. It's really good!
So I had to make what I have affectionately dubbed the "clarification call," which happens at least once (if not more) during my excursions to Wal-Mart. She explained she wanted something to make Buffalo Wings in our Crockpot that we can leave cooking over night so that we could have it for dinner before she had to go to work. So she told me to use my own personal discretion in picking out the "Chicken."
Now that I knew to what end the chicken would have, I could go on and select the style of chicken I wanted to fullfil that particular duty. I immediately ruled out the wussy "buffalo" wings and legs that are the clichéd "go to" for most buffalo wing fanatics. Why? two reasons:
1) I don't want to have to eat twenty of these things to fill up.
2) Poor little chickens not growing up in life!
Okay, so maybe that last one is not really a reason, but I decided to go with the full on Drumsticks. True, they don't have as much meat as Chicken Breasts, but it was a happy medium that maximized intake with an acceptable amount of meat on it. But I didn't want to just toss some chicken in the Crockpot and then douse it with a generic buffalo wing sauce. I wanted to make my own Buffalo Sauce for it! So here is what we came up with:
Bludgeoning Buffalo Wings
"Chicken"
1 Bottle of Honey BBQ Sauce
2 teaspoons of Ground Cayenne Pepper
1/4 teaspoon of Salt
2 teaspoons of Black Pepper
1/2 teaspoon of Minced Garlic
3 tablespoons of Worcestershire Sauce
2 tablespoons of Tabasco Sauce
1 tablespoons of Tajin Fruit Seasoning
2 tablespoon of Brown Sugar
Then the directions are REALLY easy:
1) Toss everything into the crock pot making sure you have enough BBQ Sauce to cover up most of the "chicken."
2) Stir.
3) Cook on low for 4 hours.
4) Stir occasionally.
5) eat.
Oh, and here is a picture of the chicken bathing in the sauce:
I highly recommend everyone (also known as Mom) to try it out. It's really good!
20090704
Brain Vomit
Okay, so I've been thinking a lot lately, and if I don't vomit up some of my thoughts, I will quickly end up with a Thought Hemorrhage due to all of the random thoughts that have slowly piled up inside this brain of mine. Everything is relatively inconsequential, so do not let it overwhelm you. If it doesn't make sense to you, then just move along, it's no skin off of my noise.
Recently, I have started to worry about turning left on green when there are no cars around. It's funny (and I logically understand the silliness of it), because during the day when there is plenty of traffic it does not bother me. It is only during the night and only when cars are not around. It's the same feeling you get when you think you are being watched, but know that it is impossible. Yea, I just feel creeped out as though I am about to be hit by some high tech futuristic inviso-car that will plow into me. I think it has something to do with the car accident I had nine months ago. I didn't see the car, so to me it was "invisible" and it completely pwned my clavicle and my car. I just thought it was interesting.
I want to kill my Fan. It makes an annoying "Wrr-Wah-Wrr-Wah-Squee-Wrr" noise that can utterly drive you crazy. I would turn it off, but then it feels too hot without the circulation going in the room. Curse ye, Fan! I loathe you and rue the day you were installed into this apartment!
Yes, that is right, rue! Rue I say!
Every night there is the one person who consistently gets up to leave for work (around four to five o'clock in the morning) who consistently sets off her car alarm. I'm not sure if she just doesn't know how to unlock a car without causing the alarm to go off, or if she is to lazy to take one extra step in order to prevent the car from going "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" for two to three seconds. When I first became aware of the fact that one of our neighbors doesn't know how to unlock her own car, I was only slightly annoyed. I mean it honestly didn't wake me up, since I was already awake at that time anyways. I was just mildly amused by the fact that she couldn't properly unlock her car (and if you are wondering, I have watched to make sure she wasn't just stealing the same exact car every few nights).
Are there really any more original thoughts? I mean, everything I know is either the cumulative knowledge of what I have been taught by everyone else or is an idea that is birthed through ANOTHER idea that was given to me by someone else. I mean, take this past paragraph example, I was listening to the song "Your love is better than life" by the Newsboys while on my way to Wal-mart (dodging all of the inviso-cars) and started thinking about whether or not I I have one thing that I "own" and can distinctly claim as being "mine." The best I can think of are my designs that I created, but most of those are permutations of similar designs, collaborations with other people, and/or still life sketches. So that was a fail.
Wait, here it is! Here is the one thing that I can, apart from Christ, distinctly claim is "mine:" My wife. She probably encompasses the best idea and decision I have ever made (again, apart from my decision to leave everything behind and follow Christ) and ever capitalized on. Kelly makes me want to be a better person for Christ, Kelly, and others. She's my cheerleader, my encourager, and my video game buddy. Everything else I have every done or thought of are generic and unoriginal tangents of similar dribble, but compared to that, marrying Kelly is a monsoon of uniqueness that have overshadowed all of my previous ideas and decisions and will make all of my future ones seem inconsequential.
So I guess I could teasingly say "Thanks Kelly." You've diminished everything I ever can and will think of. There is no where I can go from here except down...
And I wouldn't have it any other way!
I Love you Kelly! You're the best thing that has ever happened to me!
Recently, I have started to worry about turning left on green when there are no cars around. It's funny (and I logically understand the silliness of it), because during the day when there is plenty of traffic it does not bother me. It is only during the night and only when cars are not around. It's the same feeling you get when you think you are being watched, but know that it is impossible. Yea, I just feel creeped out as though I am about to be hit by some high tech futuristic inviso-car that will plow into me. I think it has something to do with the car accident I had nine months ago. I didn't see the car, so to me it was "invisible" and it completely pwned my clavicle and my car. I just thought it was interesting.
I want to kill my Fan. It makes an annoying "Wrr-Wah-Wrr-Wah-Squee-Wrr" noise that can utterly drive you crazy. I would turn it off, but then it feels too hot without the circulation going in the room. Curse ye, Fan! I loathe you and rue the day you were installed into this apartment!
Yes, that is right, rue! Rue I say!
Every night there is the one person who consistently gets up to leave for work (around four to five o'clock in the morning) who consistently sets off her car alarm. I'm not sure if she just doesn't know how to unlock a car without causing the alarm to go off, or if she is to lazy to take one extra step in order to prevent the car from going "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" for two to three seconds. When I first became aware of the fact that one of our neighbors doesn't know how to unlock her own car, I was only slightly annoyed. I mean it honestly didn't wake me up, since I was already awake at that time anyways. I was just mildly amused by the fact that she couldn't properly unlock her car (and if you are wondering, I have watched to make sure she wasn't just stealing the same exact car every few nights).
Are there really any more original thoughts? I mean, everything I know is either the cumulative knowledge of what I have been taught by everyone else or is an idea that is birthed through ANOTHER idea that was given to me by someone else. I mean, take this past paragraph example, I was listening to the song "Your love is better than life" by the Newsboys while on my way to Wal-mart (dodging all of the inviso-cars) and started thinking about whether or not I I have one thing that I "own" and can distinctly claim as being "mine." The best I can think of are my designs that I created, but most of those are permutations of similar designs, collaborations with other people, and/or still life sketches. So that was a fail.
Wait, here it is! Here is the one thing that I can, apart from Christ, distinctly claim is "mine:" My wife. She probably encompasses the best idea and decision I have ever made (again, apart from my decision to leave everything behind and follow Christ) and ever capitalized on. Kelly makes me want to be a better person for Christ, Kelly, and others. She's my cheerleader, my encourager, and my video game buddy. Everything else I have every done or thought of are generic and unoriginal tangents of similar dribble, but compared to that, marrying Kelly is a monsoon of uniqueness that have overshadowed all of my previous ideas and decisions and will make all of my future ones seem inconsequential.
So I guess I could teasingly say "Thanks Kelly." You've diminished everything I ever can and will think of. There is no where I can go from here except down...
And I wouldn't have it any other way!
I Love you Kelly! You're the best thing that has ever happened to me!
20090629
Hi, Billy Mays Here!
Okay, so maybe he actually isn't here any longer. That's right, the man that we have grown to love to poke fun at his eccentric way of attempting to shove unnecessary garden tools and household cleaners down our throats (Please keep in mind that having house hold cleaners shoved down your throat is potentially dangerous and is widely considered a "bad idea") has died at the age of fifty.
So the king of infomercials has died, this inevitably leads to the question as to whom will be the heir to the thrown? My guess is Vince. Which means it is a sad day in the history of infomercials if they must turn to ShamWow man as means of their salvation. The guy is a total creeper.
On another note, Michael Jackson has also died. Not a good month to be a celebrity it seems, since Farrah Fawcett bit the dust as well earlier this month.
So the king of infomercials has died, this inevitably leads to the question as to whom will be the heir to the thrown? My guess is Vince. Which means it is a sad day in the history of infomercials if they must turn to ShamWow man as means of their salvation. The guy is a total creeper.
On another note, Michael Jackson has also died. Not a good month to be a celebrity it seems, since Farrah Fawcett bit the dust as well earlier this month.
20090622
Sleepless in Statesboro
Okay, so maybe it's not as catchy of a title as "Sleepless in Seattle," but I figured it translates well into my state of livelihood as of this moment. No, I'm not saying that my life is a vomit-inducing chick flick filled with needless and pointless drama, as is the case in the Movie, all I am saying is that I am sleepy, and sleep is less... here in Statesboro.
Anyways, I stayed up all yesterday so I could get on a day schedule when we drive down to spend the week with the parents. As you can see from the time stamp of when this was posted (4:00 AM), that worked well, didn't it? So I basically stayed up twenty five hours (from 5:00 PM June 20th to 6:00 PM June 21st) to sleep for seven hours and now I'm up and at 'em. Hind sight is always 20-20, but perhaps I should have forced myself to stay up later so that I would still get seven hours of sleep and maybe get up around five or six AM? Regardless, I'm going to try and go to bed in a few minutes to get more shut eye.
With that being said, I wanted to let people know how much I love Kelly, my wife. Yes, it's humorous coming from a blog entitled "Bludgeoning Creativity," but whatever. Life is not fun if you can't poke fun at yourself! She's a blessing, and I would do almost anything for her. I say almost anything because I'm pretty sure there are some things I would not do. Kelly, I know you are going to read this, so let me clarify: Just because I say I will do almost anything for you does not mean you should try and find that boundary.
With that being said, here is one of those things that I will do for my wife. I'd like to bring attention to my Sister-in-Law's "Great Dallas Giveaway!" For those of you who are NOT my two followers (IE Kelly and my Mom) and are NOT aware of who Dallas is, then let me educate you. Dallas happens to be a very special lady whom I plan to spoil endlessly and send her back to Mommy and Daddy's house only after she is hyped up on the best that sugar can offer!
Also know as my future niece.
Anyways, Angela (my Sister-in-Law) is having a giveaway, so have a look!
Oh, and if you read this, Angela, sorry for editing the image... It just looked way too colorful in the original colors when combined with my color scheme
Anyways, I stayed up all yesterday so I could get on a day schedule when we drive down to spend the week with the parents. As you can see from the time stamp of when this was posted (4:00 AM), that worked well, didn't it? So I basically stayed up twenty five hours (from 5:00 PM June 20th to 6:00 PM June 21st) to sleep for seven hours and now I'm up and at 'em. Hind sight is always 20-20, but perhaps I should have forced myself to stay up later so that I would still get seven hours of sleep and maybe get up around five or six AM? Regardless, I'm going to try and go to bed in a few minutes to get more shut eye.
With that being said, I wanted to let people know how much I love Kelly, my wife. Yes, it's humorous coming from a blog entitled "Bludgeoning Creativity," but whatever. Life is not fun if you can't poke fun at yourself! She's a blessing, and I would do almost anything for her. I say almost anything because I'm pretty sure there are some things I would not do. Kelly, I know you are going to read this, so let me clarify: Just because I say I will do almost anything for you does not mean you should try and find that boundary.
With that being said, here is one of those things that I will do for my wife. I'd like to bring attention to my Sister-in-Law's "Great Dallas Giveaway!" For those of you who are NOT my two followers (IE Kelly and my Mom) and are NOT aware of who Dallas is, then let me educate you. Dallas happens to be a very special lady whom I plan to spoil endlessly and send her back to Mommy and Daddy's house only after she is hyped up on the best that sugar can offer!
Also know as my future niece.
Anyways, Angela (my Sister-in-Law) is having a giveaway, so have a look!
Oh, and if you read this, Angela, sorry for editing the image... It just looked way too colorful in the original colors when combined with my color scheme
20090620
Mean Clothing Color
Okay, so about once every week I am blessed with the honor of going and spending the better half of my night doing laundry over at the laundry mat. Most of the time spent over there is spent playing with the DSi that my lovely wife purchased for me as a wedding gift. The rest of the remaining time is spent just sitting there and thinking. Yes, I realize that this can be dangerous, but it is (in some cases) a necessary evil.
There is, however, one part of the laundry mat experience in which I always, without exception, look forward to. That is when I am blessed with the opportunity to open up the drier and retrieve the giant dust ball that has become the total summation of all the lint found on Kelly and my clothes.
This of course can be used to find the Mean Clothing Color (MCC) of all of our clothes. Over time, I have noticed that the giant lint ball has consistently shown a reddish-grey tenting to it. This naturally means that within that set of laundry, red (or similar colors) is the predominate color. How I (or you) use this information is irrelevant, and some what silly, but the important thing is that we can use the MCC to show us what color the next shirt we purchase will not be. It's the whole idea of maintaining a diverse wardrobe!
I'm sure everyone is excited to here about Kelly and my Wardrobe's Mean Color. Let's just hope that I have piqued your own curiosity as to what your wardrobe's Mean Color is!
Which reminds me, what is your MCC?
There is, however, one part of the laundry mat experience in which I always, without exception, look forward to. That is when I am blessed with the opportunity to open up the drier and retrieve the giant dust ball that has become the total summation of all the lint found on Kelly and my clothes.
This of course can be used to find the Mean Clothing Color (MCC) of all of our clothes. Over time, I have noticed that the giant lint ball has consistently shown a reddish-grey tenting to it. This naturally means that within that set of laundry, red (or similar colors) is the predominate color. How I (or you) use this information is irrelevant, and some what silly, but the important thing is that we can use the MCC to show us what color the next shirt we purchase will not be. It's the whole idea of maintaining a diverse wardrobe!
I'm sure everyone is excited to here about Kelly and my Wardrobe's Mean Color. Let's just hope that I have piqued your own curiosity as to what your wardrobe's Mean Color is!
Which reminds me, what is your MCC?
And So It Begins...
Yes, it's true. The bludgeoning shall commence immediately. For a while now I've been thinking of starting a blog. You could say it's a Molotov mixture of one part "everyone's doing it," two parts "I have too much time on my hand," a pinch of "why not," and a dash of "Kelly wants me to do it."
I figured the first thing I should do is explain the title I selected for my blog. I bet my (two) viewers can already see a direct resemblance to the title of my Sister-in-Law's blog "Bringing Creativity" and my own. First things first, this is not me creating a sub-themed commentary on the story between my Blog and Angela's blog.
It isn't as though Angela's blog arrives at a party with a big smile on it's face and says, "Look, I brought Creativity!" and then my blog comes out from behind the shadows and violently begins to bludgeon the poor and defenseless creativity that Angela so kindly brought to the party.
I would say it is more of a reflection on my writing style: Blunt and to the point. (Wait, is that even possible to describe the same thing as being "Blunt" and to the "point?") So here it is. Basically, in the next few weeks I plan on updating and completely redoing the layout. You see, no self respecting blogger can have a standard template! Post some ideas of you have any on what my design should look like...
I'm thinking something to do with baseball bats and blood...
I figured the first thing I should do is explain the title I selected for my blog. I bet my (two) viewers can already see a direct resemblance to the title of my Sister-in-Law's blog "Bringing Creativity" and my own. First things first, this is not me creating a sub-themed commentary on the story between my Blog and Angela's blog.
It isn't as though Angela's blog arrives at a party with a big smile on it's face and says, "Look, I brought Creativity!" and then my blog comes out from behind the shadows and violently begins to bludgeon the poor and defenseless creativity that Angela so kindly brought to the party.
I would say it is more of a reflection on my writing style: Blunt and to the point. (Wait, is that even possible to describe the same thing as being "Blunt" and to the "point?") So here it is. Basically, in the next few weeks I plan on updating and completely redoing the layout. You see, no self respecting blogger can have a standard template! Post some ideas of you have any on what my design should look like...
I'm thinking something to do with baseball bats and blood...
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