Veteran's Day.

Thank you to everyone who has served our great country, and to those that are still active. I'd also like to give a shout out to all the women from Honor Flight W001 USAF 1990. I miss you guys. Tanya I miss you most. What are the odds of bunking in boot, and then rooming in Tech? That's right...very slim. We had a lot of fun huh? No worries though. We shall meet again sooner or later.

This video is from Postsecret.com .  I love my books and my weird and/or un-ordinary things


We can never say thank you enough.

Lyn

Revisiting "Send in the Clowns 2009"

~~~Update 10/2/2010~~ I am not a fan of clowns. I loathe them. Of course they have never done anything to me physically, but mentally they messed me up. I try to like them, I really do, but again and again they haunt my dreams. Grrrrrr!!! I hate Poltergiest!




Oh boy. Lyn is at it again. Posting stuff that makes no sense except inside her twisted mind.

Screeeeech! Hold on a second I have to drop Jenny off. Thank you for plugging the clown idea in my head. Brrrr.

"Clowns" won the starter spot on my investigation into freaks & frights and things that go bump in the night. My investigation is not to be taken seriously. This is purely for my own amusement and hopefully yours.

When you think of clowns what is the first image to pop into your head? Is it an image or a feeling? Do you get mushy and remember going to the circus with mom & dad? Or is it more like a irrational fear to run as far as you can from the man/woman in face paint? What clown popped into your head when you started reading this?

Coulrophobia is an abnormal or exaggerated fear of clowns.

I've had a hard time thinking that clowns are anything but EVIL. OK. So it is my point of view. Maybe you like the freaky haired, overly face painted works of wonder. Me? Nope! Yes I do realize that there are "nice" clowns out there trying to make a living. Good for them. I promise not to be mean should I run into one.

I am not going to sit here and tell you how messed up my little (10 yr. old?) head became when the clown attacked the boy in "Poltergiest", or how I love Stephen King but hate "IT". Don't even get me started on the whole Ronald Mc D thing. Yikes.

I scrounged around for amusing clown sites and hit a few. This one is from Bizarre.com. I'll let the following speak for itself.

It’s official: Children hate clowns. A recent study that quizzed 250 children in a pediatric hospital ward found thatall 250 of them were afraid of the various clown imagery that decorated the wing. As though terminal illness wasn’t enough. Penny Curtis, a professor who worked on the study, is quoted as saying “We found that clowns are universally disliked by children. Some found them quite frightening and unknowable.”

So what is it about clowns that is so terrifying? We decided to find out. Hence, we’d like to present Best Week Ever’s Top 10 Things That Make Clowns Scary.

10. Big Feet. You know what they say about men with big feet? They have big tendencies to got you in the face while you sleep. They also have gigantic snow white p****es. Gigantic snow white p****es Think about it.

9. All Movies Written About Killer Clowns are Probably Based on True Stories. In all seriousness, there was probably at one time or another a h***in-addicted clown named Shakes who was also, strangely, Bob Goldthwait. And what else happens in Derry, Maine if not for a child-killing clown named It? But perhaps no movie was more scarring to the reputation of clowns than the 1988 classic Killer Klowns from Outer Space, a likely true story about puke-inducing alien clowns with pointy teeth and evil eyes who trap their victims in cotton candy cocoons. If ever a movie scarred my small, child brain at the age of 7, it was KK from OS.

8. Grown Men with Freckles Painted on Their Face is Inherently Terrifying. Enough said.

7. Most Clowns Are Alcoholics and Urinate Everywhere. Tell-tale sign number one that most to all clowns are alkies? They have humongous flame red bulbous noses. Tell-tale sign number two that most clowns are probably hitting the sauce with a green-gloved fist? Wouldn’t you bathe in apple-tinis if your entire life was based around living a paint-faced lie? And as far as urinating everywhere is concerned, I’m pretty sure circuses don’t have working toilets for a reason. Luckily, because clowns sh*t cotton candy, going number 2 behind a Chevy Pick-up is never really much of a problem.

6. Hyuk Hyuk Laughter. Who the f**k laughs like that? Seriously, have you ever heard a normal, mentally sane person emit a laugh that sounds like their starting the engine of a Model T car? No, really, other than Goofy – who is a 6 foot tall animated Disney Dog who wears pants — I’m pretty sure no human being “Hyuk Hyuk”’s their way through an episode of Seinfeld, you read me?

5. They Wear Onesies. What sort of baby infantile diaper-fetish craziness is that all about?

4. Clowns Molest People. If you weren’t aware that clowns molest people, do yourself a favor and add the creepumentary Capturing the Friedmans to you Netflix queue.

3. They Can’t Afford More Than 1 Car. Judging by the clowns mode of transportation — a Volkswagen Bug or Serbian-style two-seater that magically fits the driver and 8,000 of his rainbow-colored pals — it appears that clowns don’t actually earn a real living. They can’t even afford the kind of car homeless drive! Meaning that clowns, for whatever reason, choose to do the devil’s work for pittance. Pittance! Which might go to explain why clowns eat their dinner directly out of the can of baked beans instead of a bowl, and why they sometimes use their hands instead of the classier “wooden spoon”.

2. That Red Paint Around Their Lips? The blood of the elderly. That, or fire-engine red lipstick. Either way, creepskies!

1. John Wayne Gacy, or Clowns Will gotYou and Bury You Under Their House. Killer Klowns from Outer Space aside, John Wayne Gacy is, gigantic inflatable hands down, the scariest thing to ever happen within the clown community. Gacy m****d 33 teenagers in his town and buried 31 of those bodies under his house. And, according to Gacy’s wiki page (Warning: Do not read after 5 PM), “He said he used his clown act as an alter ego, once sardonically saying that ‘A clown can get away with murder.’” (throat clear) A CLOWN CAN GET AWAY WITH MURDER!!!

Honorable Mention: Insane Clown Posse. Terrifying, no doubt. But ever since The Arsenio Hall Show, we just can’t take the word “posse” seriously anymore.

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Happy. Sad. I should be fun.
I make the bravest of them run.
I look into your eyes to find
the weakest link into your mind.
I paint my face to smile or frown.
Beware of me I am a clown.

Lyn Hernandez

Ironically I found this clown on a hunt for "Happy" clowns!!!!! Pisser...:)

Sweet dreams.

Lyn

Keep it real.

Ah.  I love this woman.  She only gets better with time.  I believe it was my wise friend Nam who said that we are like a fine wine.  We only get better with age.

Enjoy.

Lyn

 

Turkish Delights?

From the Bing Dictionary


Turkish Delight


NOUN: soft jelly candy: a candy made with flavored gelatin, cut into cubes and dusted with powdered sugar


Mmmmm.  Doesn't that sound wonderful?  Well it's not.  At least not the one I tried the other night.  It looked different.  These guys pictured above look really tasty.  The kind I tried were domed, and chocolate covered.  I found a picture of the brand I tried.  They look harmless right?

Click on the image to read a review.  It doesn't even begin to describe the horrible taste I experienced.  They actually use the words "sweet" and "aromatic".  I am not going to argue about the aromatic part, because it sure was.  


Picture the worst smelling and horrible tasting cough syrup ever.  Now turn it into a gelatin candy.  Finally, cover the evil concoction in milk chocolate.  What you get is the perfect gift to get for your significant other when they piss you off.




I feel guilty that I didn't like it.  A couple of co-workers had gone to England on vacation, and they brought back a container full of European candies.  The Turkish Delight was among them.  I was stationed at Lackenheath, AFB back in 1991, and I lived in Thetford (both are in England).  How did I not discover this back then?  I could have had so much fun at Christmas. "Hi there!  Remember me?  No?  That's OK.  I've sent you some Turkish Delights.  Enjoy!"  I bet they'd be thinking about me for quite some time.  Or at least until the after taste faded.


So it was to my dismay that on that unfortunate day I, Lyn, willfully placed the above mentioned product into my mouth.  The result of which was an immediate expelling, and gagging while cursing the makers of the hideous "Delight".   Thankfully, the only witness to my unfortunate event (Hee. Hee. Get the book reference?) was "L" (She rocks, but not giving her name. You never know.)  


We laughed at the irony of it's name, and my inability to stop making a puking face.  Delight's?  Yeah right.  Liars!


Well, at least "L" knows what I'm talking about.


Bleh!


For now.


Lyn   
   

Family Night.

I love my family.  We are quirky, and different in our own special way.  What makes us come together is food.  I made it a point to make sure we gathered as a unit to share in our activities.  You know the everyday "What is going on with you?,"  and the typical "How have you been?" chatter.  We just made sure we added great food.

I can talk on end about Tony's(Tony my brother, and not my food crush Tony Bourdaine )  Jerk Chicken, or his homemade Teriyaki sauce, but I don't have those recipes.  I can tell you that just the smell makes you drool, and the sauce makes you want to lick your fingers like a child trying to finish off an ice-cream sandwich in 90 degree weather.  Yeah.  It's that good.

I rock my own BBQ.  I know my brother would back me up when I say I do a fine Pulled Pork Butt/Shoulder.  It is slowly roasted either in the oven, or on the grill.  Guess which one I prefer?

It's all about the smoke and fire.  I can work with gas too, but it takes away from the flavor.  If you do gas grilling you have to add more rub and wetness.  This means you have to add liquid.  If you have the meat in a pan (hopefully wrapped in foil) you should add liquid.  I'd be creative, but for my purpose I like to add water only and maybe some smashed cloves of garlic and a bit of cola.

Why?  It's because I have rubbed the crap out of the poor thing, and then made it set for a day.  Now I am subjecting it to a low and slow cooking method.

FYI if you are doing this indoors the results are very different.  If you can wrap the roast in foil and set it on a rack in a roaster pan you can still get the same flavor. With pork shoulders/butts you should always put the fatty/skin side on the top.  The fat cooks off into the meat, thus more moisture.  Use a good sized pan to catch the drippings, and hopefully you have a fan or ventilation.  Make sure to let it set 20 minutes or more depending on size before cutting into it.  If you slice into it prematurely (not waiting) and the good juices will run out and you are left with dried pork. Blah! So don't do it. Wait.

Contact me if you want to know more specifics.  I'll give you my recipe for the rub.  Don't forget that this is messy.  Someone has to pull the pork apart.  I suggest Cole slaw, and Beans as sides.  Corn tortillas, or rolls work well.  We use corn tortillas with the pork, and I like my black beans with slaw.

Yum.

Food, family, fun.

Seriously.  Food is the glue that keeps families together.  Learn how to double, or triple your recipes.  Ask someone to bring the salad, and another to bring the bread.  If you have picky kids, or kids with allergies make sure to pack them their favorites to make them feel included.  If you tell the host/hostess ahead of time they may actually do something that lends to their needs.

If you need assistance please let me know.

Lyn

P.S. Cilantro is Parsley on steroids. It's big, bold, and beautiful in its flavor.  Add that to your pasta, and see what your mouth thinks!

Alright Already.

Hi there.  Remember me?  I am the blogger who abandoned ship.  Ha!  Not really.  There was a method to my madness.  I had decided to extricate myself from all social networking sites, and anything that was consuming my precious time with my family.

So just was I up too?  I was going to write about everything, but that's boring.  Instead I decided to show you.  No it's not video.  Just images and pictures.

I could go on and on, but that is also boring.  Alrighty then.  I guess I am done for now. 

Catch you later.

Lyn

Simple Acts.

It is the the little things in life that make me smile. I sometimes can get caught in a fit of giggles for seeing even a muscle twitch. What I think is funny may make the normal person scratch their head, but for me, the ache in my side is only a reminder of how different I see the world.

One of the simple things I've been doing lately is engaging people in conversation. I say "Hello." or "Pleasant day isn't it?", and then I wait for a response. I received a lot of smiles with returned pleasantries. (Most people looked confused at first while a waited for them to answer me.)

Most people don't expect you to actually listen. I found that to be funny. Why on earth would we ask questions and then walk away?

"Hey there. How are you?"

"I'm good, but my Gran is dyin'."

"Yeah. Well you look great. Mikey get your little behind back here!"

"Um. Thanks. I..."

"Tell your Gran I said hello! Bye."

See. That is not supposed to be funny right? I think it is hysterical.

Everyone is a critic. It is so much easier to find fault in someone else, than it is to reflect. I've heard the whole "I am my own worst critic" crap, and I don't believe a word.

In today's society we are leaning more toward on-line social networking, but it appears to me that in what should be liberating and freeing experience, instead we are still bound by the very same labels and constrictions we have in real life.

I am sure I do not have to go into the social network standing details to get you to understand that Tweeting is the ADD(Attention Deficit Disorder) version of FB (FaceBook). I belong to both (sigh). I blame my friend Matt for getting me to Tweet again after I swore it off, and FB comes in handy for family and friends, but that's where it ends.

I have read a lot of blogs, and blogger thoughts on social sites regarding what the likes and dislikes were of blogs in general, and the results astounded me. It amazes me that anyone still has an active site.

I took three steps back. I had to go away. I can't think of why bloggers/people/humans would not like other fellow bloggers/people/humans form of creativity.

If we have a problem with it let's fix it.

I am the worst at grammatically anything, and I hate comma's.

Maybe someone could help the linkphobic, or help with some of the applications.

OK. Maybe people have a hard time trusting others on the Web, but that does not mean you can't assist in your neighborhood.

I'm just asking you to reach out and help.

Simple acts will lead to better people.

Take Care,

Lyn