Thursday, January 26, 2012


Okay, so, I love this recipe. I love it so much, I gotta share it.

Before I do, the original is in the book "Fix-it and ENJOY-IT! cookbook" by Phyllis Pellman Good, on page 103, called Polynesian Chicken. Claims to make 6 servings.

Here's what you need:

6 chicken breast halves
1 onion, sliced (recipe calls for rings, I do thin half-rings)
1 can of sliced peaches (normal size can, 16 oz or so)- drained
1 can of dark sweet cherries (again, 16 oz or so)- drained
1 cup sweet-and-sour sauce
1 cup barbecue sauce (original)

1 glass bake pan (first time, I used a small square one, and it overflowed a bit, but was fine. Second time, I did it their way in a large rectangular one, and it was fine, but the chicken was really dry. But I always find chicken dry when cooked right. Third time, I did it my way in the large rectangular one and DAMN THAT'S GOOD)

Now, the way I make it is a bit different than the way the recipe says. It says to layer everything in the bottom of the pan in order, then pop it covered in the oven for 30 minutes followed by uncovered for 45 minutes, all at 350 deg.

The way I do it, bake time is the same. BUT, I cut the chicken into 1 inch cubes, then layer everything but the sauces. I mix the sauces outside the pan. I've done it to the recipe after having done it my way once, and I have to say, I like my way better.

Why share this here? Because I made it two days ago, and I"m having it for leftovers today, and damn, it's good. I love this recipe!

Wednesday, January 25, 2012


There so much stuff! No wonder I'd rather just settle down. Packing and sorting all this stuff is so exhausting, yet what else can I do? I'm required to keep records of my expenses for seven fucking years in case the IRS decides to audit me. There's all sorts of pictures from my childhood. There's a million clothes, and a bunch of toys and lingerie. And heirlooms. These are not things that should be in an apartment, where they burden me every time I move! These are things for someone who has settled down, someone who lives in a house. Do I want the house because I hold so much stuff, and am sick of moving it? Or do I hold so much stuff because I want a house, and am trying to force myself to get one?

Part of me longs for the freedom of the road. For the ability to pick everything up and move on a moment's notice, and not have to worry about where money comes from or what dangers I might face on the way. Part of me longs for the security of a house, to connect to the roots that extend far past me in both families, adoptive and biological. A place I can call my own, and never worry about anyone taking it away from me. A place I can hold all my stuff.

Nicest, I think, would be both. To have the money to have a home base where I spend most of my time, but twice a year travel to far off places, and experience different cultures. But that seems as futile to me as longing for a culture in which a person is accepted as they are, no matter what they are, without trying to change them with medicines and other such shit. Trying to "fix" their minds or emotions, instead of letting them live every glorious and painful moment. As long as they don't hurt anyone but themselves, who cares? Why care?

I care about the truth. I care that people take care of other people's things. But only because other people's things cost money, and I now know just how hard it is to earn money for things other than necessities. And it makes me sick, just how much money makes this world go around. It makes me sick, how much control money has over our government.

America is a government that is supposed to be run BY THE PEOPLE, FOR THE PEOPLE. And yet, our government decided to make corporations people. So now, it's run by the businesses, for the businesses. And that makes me sick.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

UpDate and Move

So, here's what's up...

Those two weeks of being in pain really killed my finances. I have to scramble to keep up. I'm tired of trying to scramble, I'm tired of this state. I miss the state I graduated in. I'm tired of fighting with my partner about how his family takes all the time he needs to keep up with his responsibilities at home. I'm tired of all that shit. I'm tired of the gray atmosphere this town has. We have decided to move.

Now, best case scenario: we move with everything here taken care of. That will be at the beginning of April. This is what it would take:

Feb & March Rent: $950
Electricity: $300
Gas Utility: $350
Internet: $300
Car Payments: $400
Gas in Car: $500
Laundry: $100
Food On Trip: $100
Cell Phones: $200
Rent a Truck & Trailer: $1,000
(one of our cars is too broken to make the drive without repairs, but the repairs would cost $2200)
Gas in Truck: $450
Rent & Deposit: $800
Hotel: $400
Emergency: $300

Worst Case Scenario:

We leave with bills about to shut off, but enough money to take everything with us. Going by Late March:

Feb Rent: $450
Electricity: $120
Gas Utility: $170
Internet: $150
Car Payments: $400
Gas in Car: $500
Laundry: $100
Food On Trip: $100
Cell Phone: $100
Rent a Truck & Trailer: $1,000
(one of our cars is too broken to make the drive without repairs, but the repairs would cost $2200)
Gas in Truck: $450
Rent & Deposit: $800

Since this means earning a lot of money really quickly, I need to focus on Streamate. But you can help! If you send money to my chipin, you'll receive the password to my thank you album on MFC, as well as your choice of any picset. And if we get enough the whole amount before it's time to leave, I can leave off streamate and cam on MFC for awhile. ^_^

Just send money here, and only say "for the move".

Friday, January 6, 2012

The Pain, Oh the Pain!

My shoulder heals best when I avoid things that make it tense. Hence, this will be a brief post.

For those who were sent here by trying to pm:
Due to the avoidence of typing after I make this post, please do one of the following things:

-for an immediate reply, ask in public with your sound on. I will not be typing a response anytime soon.
-if you have patience and it's a private matter, send me an mfc mail. I will reply when my shoulder has gotten better.
-if you have no sound or wish a private reply, and have no patience to wait, then there is nothing I can do for you.
-I will not be doing any group or private shows until my shoulder can tense without pain. Cumming first causes all muscles to tense, so I cannot do that, and without being able to cum, what's the point of a group? With my shoulder as it is, I dare not give over control as is needed in a private.


To illustrate what is happening with my shoulder, I will use numbers. Higher is more pain, but it does not show anything but what the pain is.

Let's say Monday was a 10 in pain. Tuesday was then a 6, Wendesday was an 8, Thursday was a 2, and today is a 4. So you see, the shoulder gets better, then worse, then better, then worse, but never as bad as it was.

To put it into perspective, on New Years Eve, I was taking 600 mg of Ibuprofen every 3 hours. The next day, it was every 5 hours. The day after, every 4 hours. Eventually, I got some icy-hot. Two days ago, I had to apply the icy hot twice and take one dose of ibuprofen before bed. Yesterday, I didn't need anything. Today, I used the icy hot once so far, will probably need to again before I'm done on camera. Tomorrow, I expect not to need anything, and barely feel any pain or tension. Sunday I'll probably need the icy hot to get through camming, but wouldn't need it otherwise.

My room is a mess. My apologies for its state while I cam today.