Things that make me go.....ewwwww!

So for Jerimy and I's 4 year anniversary tomorrow, we went out to dinner yesterday.  The place we went, I hadn't been for quite a while....probably 10 years, but I decided to give it another go, merely because we were out on our motorcycles and I wanted to eat somewhere where the food was already ready, and we wouldn't have to just sit there and wait while wasting perfectly good daylight hours to ride.

I will however NOT name said place, so as to not ruin it for the rest of you.

So we walk in and take our seat, our waitress comes over and gives us some soda, and Jerimy and I head off to help ourselves.  It's that kind of place.

I get my first plate.  Some popcorn shrimp, a corn muffin, some Asian rice and a spring roll.  (weird combo I know)....Shrimp was good, everything else was disgusting.

Plate #2 - Steak, mac and a baked potato and some sweet cornbread stuffing.  Stuffing was cold.  Steak hurt my jaw to chew and the baked potato was good, except the cheese I put on it tasted like plastic and pretty much ruined the whole thing.

I still hadn't eaten much at this point, so I tried the taco bar, and some pot roast.  Pot roast was pretty good, the taco thing I made, one bite and I nearly threw up.  It was DISGUSTING!!  Truly inedible!

So while eating Jerimy says to me..."Is it just me or are all the waitresses around here a little trashy?"  I say to him, "Oh, I hadn't noticed"...just then one of the ones in our section, hollered out to a girl in the next section over "Yo, Latisha, Got any napkins!"....I looked to my left, and a woman had fallen out of her chair, and nobody even helped her up, she just SLOWLY got to her knees, and stood back up and went to get another plate of food.  Perhaps that's how you know you've had your fair share of food, when you fall off your chair, or you've consumed so much that the chair could no longer hold you?

I look at Jerimy and say "You know, now that you mention it....it is a little sketchy in here!"

After we gave up trying to find something worth the $$ we paid to eat, Jerimy went to the men's room, and I awaited at the the table.  I fixated on a couple food service workers behind the salad bar area.  They both had gloves on for handing the food, but the one stopped the other one, pointed to his beard, and then began trying to get something out of his beard...maybe crumbs?  Or some other foreign object to his facial hair.  She went to town WITH HER GLOVES ON, and then HE picked up and began stroking his beard also trying to groom the wiry hairs from whatever had disrupted them.  BOTH still wearing their gloves.

So gloves are supposed to protect food from human contamination.....right?  Well what if your gloves just went for a scavenger hunt in someone's beard hair?

The two of them immediately went back to chopping lettuce, and putting away "clean" dishes from the dishwasher room.  I didn't have the heard to tell Jerimy....I was afraid I'd ruin our anniversary dinner by him tossing his cookies all over the stale food covered carpet.

The good news is, neither of us keeled over dead, but the experience has left me a bit grossed out...and this from a girl who has been known to observe the 3 second rule and eat something I dusted off that had fallen on the ground!  I'm far from persnickety.

Aren't you the least bit curious as to what happened to this poor girl?

You can find out by reading "Dead in a Ditch", followed by the sequel "The Ordeal". A new series to start and fall in love with!

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Happy Easter !

I don't know if you know this about me or not, but I <3 Peep humor!  <3 <3 <3 it...I don't know why, but it just really cracks me up, so this Easter, after all the mortality and sadness we've been through together here on this blog in 2014, I thought I'd share a smile with you instead!

Happy Peeping Easter Everybody!

 "Walking Dead Peeps"

 "Peep Show"

"A Jury of your Peeps"

The Age Old Question

In the beginning, when cavemen roamed the earth, nobody complained when a Man Caveman conked a Female Cavewoman on the noggin and drug her home to be his wife.

In the Autobiography "Coal Miner's Daughter" it was said that Miss Loretta Lynn Married at age thirteen, and had four children by age eighteen.

In Jane Austen's novels, girls in their early teens were out and about trying to snag husbands, and it was common for young girls to marry their first cousins!  A standard that I think today, we would all crinkle our noses and say "ewwwwwwwwwwwwww gross!!"

The thing is, society's views may change in regards to such things, but it doesn't change the fact that our history once found it completely normal for Older Men to marry young girls, sometimes appallingly young.

American Indians, Vikings, Aborigines....do you think any of them make their men wait to marry or have relations with girls until they are eighteen years of age?  And what makes that magic number 18 all that different from 17 1/2?

Right now, there's a big controversy over James Franco propositioning a seventeen year old girl for a "hook up"....he's 35, born in 1978, the same year as I in fact.

Here's the buzz:

 In doing a Google search for this Lucy Teenager, this is one of the pictures I found of her.  (she's the blonde):

She's a very pretty girl....by looking at her, can you tell she's 18, or 17, or 16?  She told him she was here in the US celebrating her 18th birthday...

We've all seen the "To Catch A Predator" Dateline specials....EVERY SINGLE TIME....men show up to meet young teenager girls for sex.  Seemingly GOOD and DECENT men....Loretta Lynn's husband would be a sex offender by today's standards.  My point being...."I" personally would not date a boy under eight teen years of age....I'm thirty-six.  But I wouldn't date a 19 year old boy either!  That's just not something I'm into.  But men on the other hand, tend to vary a bit when it comes to such things.  Sure they would be ridiculed by their friends, and their mom's would object, but if a guy truly was smitten with a girl/woman, I don't think age really is that big of a factor in their decision making.

Need I say more?

Personally....When I was a teenager, I'm going to be really honest, I could of put quite a few boys/MEN in prison for the things they tried or proposed back then.  And to be really honest most of my boyfriends from when I was 16 and up were all at least 4 years older than I was.  My point being, I wouldn't want some 35 year old guy cruising my 17 year old daughter if I had one, but even if one did, is it really criminal?  You cannot tell me that the difference between a 17 year old and an 18 year old is so different in maturity levels that it truly would make a difference.  Can you?

So I'm sorry to say this, but James Franco flirting with a teenager, be it true, be it an April Fools Day Joke he conjured up to promote his new movie...who really cares?  I don't fault the guy.  She's beautiful, he's single, and I think I speak for myself and every single one of my friends when we were 17, we would have JUMPED at the chance to spend intimate time with a famous Actor.  Damned the consequences.  And we would of made the same choice at 16, at 19, at 22, 28...etc. etc.

Our maturity levels don't necessarily always develop with age.  They develop through life and the experiences we have.  Every jerk we meet, helps us grow and know not to date jerks.  Every broken heart, teaches us to protect it a little more the next time.  This girl told James No, maybe when I'm 18, and he said, text me when you are.  If you ask me, leave the poor guy alone.  He saw a beautiful girl, he went after her.

It's an age old open and shut case.  OR, he promoted his new movie about dating teenagers...either way...there are starving children in the world, war, famine, things like that....perhaps we should focus on those things as opposed to who said what to whom in a text message or Instagram.

Life's short....and in the famous words of Nike:  "just do it"

*winks*

~HeatherLynn~

Silk

So, one of my best friends, Steph, recently made the leap over to a no gluten, no dairy diet.  I on the other hand, was appalled by the idea.  No muffins, no bagels, no pizza, no milk....I just couldn't foresee future happiness on a diet of soy, rice, veggies and fruit.

However, Steph's milk allergy had her telling me that she switched to almond milk, and I've been curious about what Almond milk would taste like.  I mean, I like almonds, I like milk....perhaps I'd like almond milk.

But could a make the switch?  Could I forsake the teat of my beloved cows for a milk made from nuts?!

And the Verdict is.......{drum roll please}

YES!

Actually Almond milk is really good, AND it doesn't expire until long after gallons of cow milk would come and go!

It's smooth, it's flavorful, but not TOO flavorful, and I got the regular, not flavored or anything....so imagine how good the vanilla must be!

I didn't buy my blueberry shredded mini wheats, and got Rice/Corn Chex instead...that was tough, but I think I can learn to deal.

After making Jerimy and I some delicious Southwest Chicken Salads, and I drank a big glass of Almond Milk, I was pleasantly surprised that I didn't feel bloated, or miserable as I would of normally.  I just felt, content.  And instead of watching TV all night, I was pretty active....I washed the dogs, I worked on the old chandelier I bought for a 'Pinterest' project for Jerimy and I's 'SOMEDAY wedding'....I raked some leaves, I actually had energy.

So while I attempt to continue my journey at reducing gluten from my life, and attempt to intake LESS dairy, I am awaiting a phone call from my Dr., who may or may not be taking me OFF the latest prescription I'm on.  Wish me luck!

~hl~

There's no sadder sound in the world....

Than Taps played at a soldier's burial.

Chris' laying to rest was held yesterday on a warm and lovely Ohio day.

The sun shined down on us, to warm our saddened hearts and to have us looking up and knowing that Chris was smiling down upon all of us.

As I sat in my vehicle awaiting the start of the funeral procession, I turned on my radio to listen to quietly while I waited, and the song on the radio when I turned it on was Traveling Soldier...
It felt symbolic.
---------------------------------------------The cars that stopped along the side of the road as we passed made me well up with tears as I drove, showing respect for a soldier they didn't know...
pausing their busy day, bringing forward motion to a complete stop as we passed by...

We turned onto Dutch Hollow, our final road to travel before the cemetery....

Headlights as far as the eye could see behind me, and in front of me.

There's really no other way to know what "Army Strong" feels like, until you've been to a Military funeral.  To see the love, the support and strength that they give their fallen brother and the family of the lost.

If you ever want to feel proud to be an American, I urge you to attend one, and you'll never truly be the same again.  I know I won't be.

{Be sure to turn up your Volume for this}

Rest in Peace Chris.