Marriage and Personal relationships

“Marriage and Personal Relationships
Government does not have the authority to define, license or restrict personal relationships. Consenting adults should be free to choose their own sexual practices and personal relationships. Marriage is an arrangement of the Church or other entity, and should be overseen by these organizations. It is of no concern of the Government who a Church will or will not marry.”
I feel like this is missing the point. Marriage is not just an arrangement of the church since people can also be married at the Justice of the Peace or in front of a Mayor. The Supreme Court’s ruling on equal marriage has decided this issue. I almost want to say, Let it go.

I have seen Libertarians argue back and forth over equal marriage and people come of with some pretty wack theories. I wish I would have screen capped some of the conversations because describing them in my own words would not do it justice.

Unless I am missing Lily’s point, although I think I have an idea what her point is, but again, Let it go. These continued jabs over Marriage Licenses\ Civil Unions are really back burner shit now. There are bigger fish to fry.

The original quote is found here.


Bean burgers

1 30 oz can pinto beans (black beans work too)
1/2 cup salsa
1/2 to 3/4 teaspoons garlic powder
1 to 2 teaspoons cumin
1/2 teaspoon salt
(You could probably stop here and have bean dip)
Or go on…
1/2 cup flour (I used white whole wheat)
1 cup corn meal

1. Drain and rinse your beans. Next dump them into a large bowl and mash them with a potato masher (or use a fork or your fist).  If some of the beans are still whole, that is great.
2. Add the cumin, salt, and garlic powder.  Be sure to mix after each addition.
3. Add the salsa and mix.  After that, add the flour and corn meal a little bit at a time. 
4. Put the bowl in the fridge for about 45 minutes to an hour.  This gives the flour and corn meal time to soak up some of the liquid.
5. Heat up a grill pan or skillet with some oil. Form your patties and pan fry them.  Serve on buns with ketchup, mustard, onions, pickles, etc. 

I forgot to take a picture…


Sweet potato hash browns with plantains.

2 teaspoons or so of oil (my pans are no longer non stick)
One medium sweet potato- chopped
One plantain- sliced
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1 cup of frozen fruit

1. Heat oil in a medium to large sauce pan
2. Cook potatoes until soft (mine turned out rather crunchy so I suggest covering the pan so they can steam a little.)
3. Add plantain slices  and saute until browned on both sides.
4. Sprinkle sugar and cinnamon then stir it around for about a minute.
5. Pour your mix into a big cereal bowl and add your frozen fruit on top.

I used coconut sugar but sugar is optional.
Next time I will try adding my frozen fruit to the pan in the last few minutes of cooking.  Just to take some of the cold out.
I will also experiment with sliced peaches, bananas, and pears.



Mushroom and Cabbage Stir fry


1 medium onion
1 green pepper
3 cups of chopped mushrooms
3 cups of cabbage
2 tablespoons soy sauce
2 teaspoons sesame oil
2 teaspoon garlic powder
2 teaspoons rice vinegar
1 8 oz bag of soy beans

1. Heat a 12 inch skillet or a stir fry pan.  Add oil if needed.
2. Chop onion, pepper, and mushrooms
3. Saute the onion and pepper for a couple minutes add mushrooms.
4. Add the bag of soybeans, soy sauce, sesame oil, garlic powder.
5. Add your chopped spinach.

Serve over brown rice, quinoa, spinach, lettuce, whateveryouwant. 

You can also use a couple garlic cloves instead of powder if you want.
I put some Sriracha and Frank’s Red hot sweet chili on mine.

Modern momarchist’s manifesto (or the post formally known as K.I.S.S.)

Update!! Includes vulgar language and concepts that are not for the faint of heart.  Read at your own risk!


This is my response to the “10 rules for dating my daughter” t-shirt wearing dads.  You may have seen this before:

Or this.

First question, where are all the shirts that say, “Moms against sons dating.”  Or, “You hurt my son while he’s dating your daughter; I cut you. Signed, his mom.” ?

Wait a sec!  There is shit out there for mothers!!

This mom should expect her son to stay single and live in her basement the rest of his life. Nice work mom!

Also number 10.  “So… if I have sex with your son? Does that mean we get to be lesbian lovers?  YAY!”

For the mom who can’t cut the cord.

I swear I saw one that said, “If you text my son a picture of your boobs I will text you back a picture of his father’s hairy balls.”

Wouldn’t that get you into trouble if she was a minor?  Would you rather spend you valuable time in court or reading all your son’s (or daughter’s) texts?


Second question, does anyone else sense a hint of old- fashioned, paternalistic,  “Must protect my daughter’s hymen at all costs”?

Third question, raise your hand if you think ONLY teenage boys are capable of being horn-dogs, hurting someone else’s feelings, or getting violent?  Anyone?

Newsflash dads!  Your daughter is probably just as horny as the guy she is going out with.   Don’t believe me, ask her mother how horny SHE was as a teenager.   Do you think your princess is incapable of having sexual urges, or GASP, having sexual conquests of her own?

Tons of mothers of sons obviously already know this because they are making shirts of their own warning all the slutty girls that, “My boy is off limits you money grabbing, jobless, ho!”

I know these shirts are suppose to be funny but judging from the popularity and all the “likes” they receive people take them pretty seriously.  How is any of this teaching our kids how to manage themselves in the real world?


One more thought, in this modern world who are you to assume that your daughter (or son) is even straight?

I can just see the “Rules for being my son’s gay lover.”

1. Drag queens allowed but not if you dress better than me!

How would one even write up a list of “Rules for being my daughter’s lesbian lover”?

I’m not just writing this because I have a son. I also have a daughter.  I have one rule and one rule only.  One rule to bind all other rules.

Don’t be an asshole!

Corned Beef and Cabbage Casserole.

3lbs corned beef cooked

1 cup onion chopped

1/2 each heads of red and white cabbage

1/2 cups each mayo and thousand island dressing

1 cap-full caraway seeds  or about 1 1/2 tbsp

shredded swiss cheese

1. Chop onion and cabbage and set aside in a large bowl.

2.  Add dressings and caraway seeds to onions and cabbage.

3.  Chop about half of the corned beef into cubes and mix into cabbage.

4.  Pour into casserole dish or a deep skillet.

5.  Top with cheese.

Bake at 350 for about 30 minutes.

Confessions of a meat slicer

So, if you don’t already know, I work for a major retail chain.  At the moment my current position is in the deli.  We get really busy slicing meat and cutting cheese. Slicers get messy and meat falls on the floor.  The pepperoni and salami are the best to step on cause I feel like I’m figure skating.

I like to pose after I slip on a piece of pepperoni.

Anyway, Saturday we were pretty busy.  The slicers were a mess, we couldn’t catch a break to wrap up any meat and get it back into the cooler.  We were in a state of chaos and anarchy.

Yeah, something like this…

As I looked out at the sea of faces, I noticed this customer and she looked pretty disgusted (as if the person next to her was popping some smelly air biscuits.)

When it was her turn, she told me she needed some pepperoni. I got a fresh one out of the refrigerator but once I got to the beef slicer I noticed that we already had one out so I decided to finish that one.  After I turn the slicer on I hear her say, “Ghee if the top of the slicer looks that bad, I wonder what the bottom looks like.”   I figured she had a point so I turned everything off and started wiping it down.  It took me a couple tries before I did everything right for her, (made sure flies didn’t land on it, put paper down, made sure the sanitizer was wiped off the slicer etc).  By the time I was good to go, I didn’t want to look at her because I was sure my face would look like this:

I get flustered real easy

It’s not like I blamed the woman for not wanting her pepperoni sliced on a dirty slicer (dirty with other meat, but still dirty) .  I would have appreciated a, “Hey, I realize you’re busy but clean that slicer before you start on mine.” rather that barking orders that I got. That would have been a hell of a lot faster and less embarrassing.  Believe it or not, it’s pretty rare for a customer to say, “Clean that first!”  Of course while she was giving me her verbal rant I was thinking, “Shit woman!  We’re busy, there are only two of us working the counter.  What are you expecting?”

Wasn’t expecting that, were you?

Anyway, I gave her the pepperoni and started to tell her that I wished more people insisted on clean slicers.  Then she says to me, “I know you guys are busy but you need to be brave enough to tell customers that you have to clean the slicer first, for their safety.”   It was such a great motivational speech, it was almost like

You can make me a sandwich but you will never make me eat it!!

But it was more like

I wont tell you what my team leader said when I told her what happened. She was in a bad mood, so I’ll give her a free pass. It wasn’t the first or even second thing I expected to hear come out of a team leader’s mouth.  “It would be nice if you guys were able to.”

I think she was referring to our policy of “Drop everything you’re doing and help the customer!!” So if we are in the middle of cleaning a slicer (or slicing meat, or wrapping meat or changing the trash) and someone walks up to the counter…

Okay, okay, there is a common sense clause of letting the customer know you will be right with them but most upper managers don’t understand that and there’s confusion about whether we should use that one.

Long story short though, the next time you’re in the super market looking for ham and cheese for your sandwich and you see a busy deli (or meat) counter that looks a bit dirty and unkempt, please write corporate. Let them know that it’s more important to you that you don’t get sick even if you have to wait an extra minute or two.