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Did you really post this?

I wanted to make sure I had a record of this threat posted by an administrator in the honor’s college.  I would say something, but the administration already knows about it.  In fact, I’ve noted my concerns twice when interviewed by human resources.  And I suspect this individual knows that I’ve voiced my concerns.  Ultimately, ThreatI’ve learned that it doesn’t matter what I think, write, or say, unless it figures negatively on me in some way.  I tried.  

 

Not a Christian, Not an Atheist, Not an Agnostic. . .

What my title suggests is that it doesn’t matter what I believe.  Everything is what it is.  But I will say this.  You want to teach the conflicts regarding evolution (Texas Tea Party People) in high school, and along side with creationism?  Let’s talk about teaching the conflicts in the bible, starting with the two Eves in Genesis 1-3.  One Eve was created equal with Adam.  Equal. Simultaneously.  The other Eve was taken from Adam’s rib.  Noah was a drunk.  Teach that, and you have my permission to teach religion in high school.  Well, not quite. Anyone who teaches religion anywhere needs to teach the contradictions and conflicts. 

Nuf said.  

Melothria–sweet pickles

I’m excited to try making sweet pickles out of my melothria.  Garden Betty has a great looking recipe.  The way they’re growing, I’m guessing I’ll have enough for a jar in a week or so.  I’m also adding red onions, sweet red peppers, and maybe some fresh sliced jalapenos. Pickles

Here are the ingredients from Garden Betty:

Bread and Butter Pickles
Makes 1 quart

Ingredients

Cucumbers, sliced (enough to fill a quart jar)
Kosher salt
1 small onion, thinly sliced
1 1/2 cups apple cider vinegar (5% acidity)
1/2 cup sugar
1 tablespoon mustard seeds (I used a mix of brown and yellow)
1 teaspoon celery seeds
1/4 teaspoon ground turmeric
1/4 teaspoon red pepper flakes

Read more at  http://www.gardenbetty.com/2012/09/bread-and-butter-pickles/#YGjBxpwJrI4M3ari.99.  Thanks, Garden Betty!

 

Spiders and Presents

Last night’s dreams:

Mom and dad were staying at the house, but they were out for the evening.  They left a Christmas present that I wasn’t supposed to open yet.  I did, though, and saw that they had given me a wonderful high-tech laptop.  I opened the box a little more and saw a letter and a check.  I was trying to figure out how to rewrap it when I heard them come home.  I looked up at the ceiling in my office (where the present was), and I saw two enormous black spiders (about the size of my fist).  Their legs were blue with copper-colored ball joints.  I shouted WTF? and lay down on the floor.  The spiders, which had grown even more, landed on me.  Dad went for help, but I couldn’t stand the thought of the spiders crawling on me so I jumped up.  The cats decided to eat the spiders.  I guess the cats were all right.  I knew I would have to deal with the opened present at some point and then woke up.  

I might have some clues about parts of the dream.  I was googling insects yesterday in preparation  for my research class.  I spent a lot of time looking at insects.  That doesn’t actually explain the dream, though.  

These dreams actually occur in the morning, right before I wake up.

Competitive Trail Riding

I think it’s time to sell everything I don’t love and need so that I can buy a truck and horse trailer.  I want to enter a Competitive Trail Challenge.

I can trade in my car for a hardy used truck, and I suspect I can get a trailer for decent price.  Big garage sale on the horizon.  Like I said, sell everything I don’t love or need.  Remove the clutter and embrace the things that really matter.

I know how to do this.  I put everything I want to keep in one or two rooms and sell everything else.  I’d place tags on everything.  It’s called a “tag sale.”  I’d hire people I trust to help.  As I look at my Florida room?  Well, I see lots that could go.

I think I want to do this.

Kick-Ass (Pimiento) Cheese Salad

I put pimiento in parentheses, but I didn’t put them in the salad, for I didn’t use the pimientos in a jar; I used freshly picked sweet red peppers.  And lots of other things.  The recipe will follow when I figure it out, for I made it of a little bit of this and a little bit of that.  Let me just say OMG  and that it will make a stunning panini.  It has 5 kinds of freshly grated cheese and many other nummies.

Pimiento2

The beauty of a little garden

I have a couple of raised beds and planted some lovelies in it.

This sweetie has a long way to go.  Probably another 3 or 4 inches and then it will start turning red.
This sweetie has a long way to go. Probably another 3 or 4 inches and then it will start turning red.
These little babies are referred to as Mexican Cucumbers, Mexican Gherkins, and so on. Tiny little things that make a beautiful vine. When I get enough, and they're beginning to produce, I want to make some sweet pickles.
Melothria: These little babies are referred to as Mexican Cucumbers, Mexican Gherkins, and so on. Tiny little things that make a beautiful vine. When I get enough, and they’re beginning to produce, I want to make some sweet pickles.
Melthoria.  The tall one has about a 10-day start on the others, but  all of them are beginning to produce.
Melothria. The tall one has about a 10-day start on the others, but all of them are beginning to produce.

For more information regarding the very interesting plant identified above, see Garden Betty’s blog or The Modern Farmer.

And let's not forget the tomatoes.  I've already picked about 10.
And let’s not forget the tomatoes. I’ve already picked about 10.

Back to Bartending Dream

Was bartending at Uncle Bently’s again, but just for an evening.  At first, hardly anyone was there, but then suddenly, people just piled in.  I couldn’t hear or understand what customers wanted and they ordered drinks I didn’t know how to make.  We ran out of glasses, and the sinks were completely full of glasses and silverware.  The silverware thing was odd since we didn’t serve food.  Rusty and a friend came in, but it was dark and I had a hard time actually seeing them.  Mom and dad were there.  Mom ordered a Coke and dad ordered a rum and coke.  I kept trying to make dad’s drink but kept messing it up.  

I hate inadequacy dreams.