Highlights from the 4th year of the The Dee Zone v 3.1.
I was asked for my recipe but I don’t really have one. My style of cooking is more of just throw things together.
Zesty Chicken Bites
- 4 skinless chicken breasts or about 8-10 tenders
- enough flour to lightly coat chicken
- olive oil, enough to coat pan
- 4 or 5 good size mushrooms — sliced
- 1 small yellow onion
- salt & pepper to taste
- chicken broth or white wine
- Italian dressing
Yes, that is right for the first time ever the Rangers are the league champs. The Texas Rangers are going to the World Series for the first time ever!!! In the Rangers first three post-season appearances they only won a total of one game. Twice they were swept by the New York Yankees. So, I was rather nervous about playing the Yankees for the league championship.
I hurt my ankle this weekend and have been forced to stay off it. I have too much time on my hands so I have spent some time surfing the web. Found this on you tube. It seems that guys very bored with a lot of cash and decided to put some smart phones to the grill test. That is right these guys decided to throw an Android, WinPho7 and iPhone4 on the grill and see which one would last longer. Continue…
This is my last post for 2010. Gee, seems like the year has just started. I guess this is the point where I’m supposed to write some sort of illuminating treatise full of great wisdom. It I’m all out of witty sayings and wisdom right now. I do have a few observations for the year. Read More…
Built between 1672-1695, the Castillo de San Marcos is still an imposing structure. It was built by the Spanish to protect the town of San Augustine. It was constructed from coquina and built in a star shape. Despite numerous assaults and the town changing hands the fortress was never conquered. One purpose of the fort was to provide a place of refuge and shelter during enemy assaults for towns people. During one attack by the British each day the Castillo was bombard by cannons from ships. Each night the Spanish troops would remove cannon balls from the fortress walls. Each morning the fortress showed no visible damage. Continue…
This weekend the Big Guy was rather engrossed in his school work. It seemed like every time I attempted to say anything to him he just didn’t hear me. Or for that matter even respond. On Sunday, the Big Guy told me he knew what happened. His explanation was that he thinks in words so he couldn’t figure out if he was hearing his thoughts or me. (Yep, I know voices in the head. I could have fun with that one but I won’t). He went on to say that the way he thinks or learning style is why he doesn’t hear me and that he can only focus on one thing at a time. Well, my response is that my thoughts are more like movies complete with sights, sounds and sometimes smell. I could be in another room doing something else and hear what he is saying. Then followed a conversation about how he was not gifted with ADHD like I am. Original Post
need to come up with more lists. It is just hard to get inspired sometimes. This one came to me when I was supposed to be doing something else.
#10: In Alabama, you may not have an ice cream cone in your back pocket at any time. This is the law that sparked the list. The speaker mentioned it in a training I was attending last week. Read More…
In case you haven’t heard the Lady Aggiesare the 2011 Women’s NCAA Basketball Champs!
…or why I write about disabilities.
Today begins the first in a series on disabilities. I don’t claim to be an expert. My opinions and knowledge come from life experiences, education and work experience.
My dad was a polio survivor. For most of his life he walked with the aid of crutches and braces (the old heavy metal kind). My dad grew up in a time when there was little accommodations in school, work or life. From my perspective he wasn’t disabled, handicapped or whatever label you want to call it. His legs just didn’t work very well. He was very intelligent and a gifted singer. He had one of those very deep resonate bass voices. Growing up I couldn’t understand why some people told me my dad was handicapped. To me he was my dad. I had more problems with his being too strict or old-fashioned (in my opinion) than “handicapped.” I also saw and heard the way people treated him. Sometimes people would stare at him or ask what was his problem. If the person who asked was a child my dad would always give a simple but honest answer. Continue…