Dream Job

I am sure I can come up with a dozen ideas, but I am not sure I can find a dozen employers! My first dream job would be a Bar Happy Hour Quality Adjudger. Of course, I will ned a motorhome to travel from tavern to tavern. Maybe I can get Coor’s to build a Silver Bullet road coach for me. Yeah right. I guess I can always dream.

 

I Will Make This On My Own Mr. Obama

I am taking a positive turn after Tuesday’s election. That’s just the type of Hillbilly I am. It would be too easy, and popular, to start ranting and raving about 2016, and how conservatives need to do this, or try that. in order to regain control of our government. But this is not how I operate. Now that it is final, and the country is filled with a percentage of folks that are takers, another percentage that are willing givers, and a smaller portion of folks who are makers, refuse to be takers, and are survivors under any circumstances.

So when I received a comment about my blog the other day, by some one who said that I should be a comic writer, the Hillbilly’s wagon wheels began to grind. Somewhere in the comment, Hillbilly fortune cookies was mentioned. I guess for some strange reason, some folks find a few of my words, sayings, stuttering, comical. So I figure I am going to try to make a buck off of them. Yup, probably somebody giving me a dollar not to hollar! I don’t want to get too specific, but I am doing some research on a business opportunity with the main ingredient being my words. Thing is, I don’t always remember, nor think about what I have said, or written. So I am going to have to dig out a few nuggets from the haystack, or more accurately, crap-stack. I am also going to put a face to my product. I have hired an artist to draw me! I would do it, but stick figures don’t fit my business model very well.

So, you see Mr. President, this is what gun-toting, Bible thumping, nose to the grind stone, care for myself, kick your ass of my lawn folks do. We overcome dumbass obstacles like yourself, and the other 52% of the population that sticks their thumb in the cow’s butt while we are milking it. Hey,…That ain’t bad 🙂

Why I Coach

I have written about this before. I love coaching high school golf and it is not because of all the usual reasons: Free rounds,free equipment, leaving work early, not going to work all day. Nope, it is seeing the look of a young student’s face when he shaves 20 strokes off of his score in less than one month.

Most of my guys come to me as freshmen or sophomores never having picked a club up. Heck, any more, never having played a sport at any level, thanks technology! So it happened today. The kid was ecstatic. He had a bounce in his step, and he was talkin’ golf.

Well, bottom line is that this kid has a hobby that will stay with him for a life time. He has memories he will never forget, and a gift he may some day pass on to his kids. Yup, this is why I do it.

Chocolate and cream fudge via Passionate Art Of Cooking’s Blog

2-1/2 cups sugar2/3 heavy cream2 tablespoons butter2 cups (12 ounces) semisweet chocolate chips1 jar (7 ounces) marshmallow creme1/2 cup chopped pecans1 teaspoon vanilla extract1 tablespoon(s) cocoa powderLine an 8-in. square pan with foil and coat the foil with cooking spray; set aside.In a heavy saucepan over medium heat, bring the sugar, heavy cream and butter to a boil, stirring constantly. Cook and stir for 5 minutes. Remove from the heat; stir in chocolate chips until smooth. Stir in the marshmallow creme, pecans, cocoa powder and vanilla. Pour into prepared pan. Refrigerate for 1 hour or until firm.Lift fudge out of pan and remove foil; cut into 1-in squares. Store in an airtight container in the refrigerator. Yield: 3 pounds (64 pieces).

via Chocolate and cream fudge.

Random Thoughts From The Hillbilly’s Hamster Cage

Here I go, in no particular order of importance or relevance!

The federal government smashes US tobacco companies with huge taxes and restrictions: So if the companies go under, won’t that cost them money?

If folks who smoke kick the bucket at an earlier age than non-puffers, would that not help save money for social security?

Why do so many people think it is the government’s job to create businesses, when they can’t run the postal service or their choo choo train for a profit, or even break even?

Why do some dudes think that shaving their domes, and growing a goatee some how makes you look tough? It makes you look like an old bowling ball with chin hair!

What is the point of wearing a ball cap side ways?

And for the dummies who leave all the tags on their hats: Guess what? It looks stupid and you can’t return them once you have put it on your bald head.

Do dogs set life goals?

Do cats care about anything else but themselves?

Why do women wear low-cut jeans, and spend walk around holding them up?

Country Style Pork Ribs in Italian Sauce: Via Savoring Every Bite’s Blog

Any thing ribs, I am in!
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Country Style Ribs in Italian Sauce
6 meaty country style ribs

2-3 tablespoons olive oil

Kosher salt and pepper

1 tablespoon mixed dried Italian seasonings (basil, oregano)

1 medium onions, chopped

2 garlic cloves chopped

¼ cup red wine

3-4 cups of homemade sauce or 1 jar prepared tomato basil sauce

2 tablespoons tomato paste

1 bay leaf

1 teaspoon dried oregano

1 teaspoon crushed red pepper (optional, for a spicy version)

Heat olive oil in large skillet. Pat the ribs dry with paper towels and sprinkle with salt, pepper and Italian seasonings. Place as many ribs as possible in skillet, without crowding or touching. Sear each side until nicely browned and remove to place in slow cooker. Add onions and garlic to skillet and sauté for about 5 minutes or until softened. Stir in the wine and tomato paste and cook, scraping up the bottom the pan. Pour the onion and garlic mixture over the ribs and add in the tomato sauce and seasonings. Cover and cook on low for about 6 hours or until the meat is tender and coming away from the bones. Discard any loose bones and bay leaf breaking up larger pieces. Pour over spaghetti and serve hot.
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Clock? I Don’t Need No Stinking Clock!

You bet I don’t. Just over a week into my three week vacation and I am partying like a rock..no, more like a lounge star. Right now, like in college, I don’t sleep, I nap. Three hours here, and four hours there. Watching movies til dawn, going to the gym with a crowd of folks I don’t recognize. I swear some of the guys are wearing their underwear for shorts! I am also going to Happy Hours at their beginnings, which usually results in a three hour nap!
So what time is it? Who cares! Actually, I think it is “golf’o’clock” if I am not mistaken, and beer:30pm always follows!

Yellow curry sauce via The Passionate Art Of Cooking’s Blog

This lady rocks with these recipes!

Yellow curry sauce.

Yellow curry sauce

Posted by: lastay on: December 27, 2011

5 tins coconut milk
400g curry powder yellow
200g turmeric
1\2 tbsp chopped ginger
2 tbsp chopped garlic
600 ml fish sauce
2 tbsp chopped caramelized onion
2 tbsp coriander seeds
2 tbsp caraway seeds

Method
Cook the curry in 3 cooking spoons of coconut milk with turmeric, garlic,onions,ginger, caraway and coriander seeds for five minutes add the rest of coconut

Working During Christmas Vacation Is For Suckers: Call Me A Sucker!

This is just craptastic. Two day in to vacation and I have to work the basket ball games tonight. Don’t get me wrong, I like the money, and the comp time. It allows me to coach golf during the spring, but just the fact I have to put a cramp in my “ME” time irks me. Yup, there are some upset coolies in the frig, and a bartender or three who will just have to wait til tomorrow in order to enjoy my company, and earn their tip. There are also about a dozen dozen range balls that will have to wait to be smacked around, and some weights and a tread mill that will go without my presence too. The cats and dogs will have to wait for their momma to scratch their bellies during this time.

Thing is, I miss “ME” time the most. It brings back all the winter, and summer breaks I enjoyed through out my college career. It is when I had my first legal beer, and where I also learned the fine art of napping. Oh well, looks as though my whining is over and I must go punch in. 😦

When It Is Cold It Is Cold!

I know you folks that live in places that make your frig seem like an oven don’t want to hear me whine, but this 30-35 degree weather ain’t much fun for this California Hillbilly. Today is the last day of work for three weeks; (working for a public school rocks!) so that means I have 21 days of fishing, golfing, and just plain goofing off. If goofing off was a sport, I would be in the Goofing Off Hall of Fame, and the building would be named after me.

Anyway, what stinks worse than a road killed skunk is that the weather is a crap shoot. If it is cold and damp in the morning, golf courses usually don’t start play until the sun burns off the frost. And who wants to sit and fish, when it is chilly enough to not have to put your brews in a bucket of ice? Not me. But I always have a back up plan. Hit the gym early, play Tiger Woods video golf til happy hour, then back home to watch as many Bond movies til the Sandman KO’s me.

I never thought I could ever find a job that allows me to think I am still in college….and get paid! Growing up is for chumps!