This is another attempt to keep up with some of the things created at the altar of culinary delights here at the church of the porch.  I hope you enjoy it.
You might find out what's for dinner!  You might find a recipe or free thought of how it was created, Who knows?
The kitchen is a huge creative outlet for me.  Those around me are grateful for it and since we like to eat around here, it works out for all of us.

Who came up with this word?  SPAM?  I thought it was spiced ham, Hawaii's state meat...I'm utterly fed up with the amount of Spam I have to wade through.  Does anyone with a brain in their head ever order any of the shit that comes to them through spam?  Because if you need any sort of pharmaceutical from Canada, From Viagra to herbal enhancer's to make your manhood every woman's desire, I can hook you up!  If it is a personal puss you need...have a virgin every night!...if you need diet pills or software, I know, I know, I know, where you can get all that!  If it is a MEGADIK you want, I can hook a brother up. 

I don't want a single person to tell me how I can buy software to eliminate the spam either.  I'm not paying shit so someone else can filter my fucking e mail.  There is only one way to stop the insanity.  Charge for e mail.  I can choose my level.  Level one: X numbers of e mail a month, Level 2 XX numbers of e mail a month. Make the mother fuckers pay and they won't be able to send free advertising to me anymore.  The number of e mails I send in a month is minimal compared to the bizillion that the megadik, personal puss people send.  How the hell did I get on their mailing lists?  My "real" e mail address is androgynous and you can't tell if I have a penis or not, I guess they assume that if I don't have one, I have something to do with one somewhere.  I guess I should shut up and just delete, delete, delete, 200 times a day or more.  You have won the lottery and it has been deposited into an offshore account, just send your every vital bit of info and we will make you rich!

I get so sick of the pass this on to your friends etc bullshit.  So and so has Cancer and needs your prayers.  It is the cyber chain letter that especially gets my dander up.  Send this to 20 people you love....or, want to prevent from having your identity stolen...or Santa Claus won't come, sign this petition for world peace.  Kiss my lilly white southern ass.  You are creating more spam you idiots when you perpetuate that crap!  My e mail address is attached to that and what a juicy thing for a parasitic search team of spammers to find.  Leave me off your list assholes!

I feel better now.  I might have something to add later, but for now, I've let it go!

I was tagged by Zephyr

THE RULES:
1. Link to the person's blog who tagged you.

2. Post these rules on your blog.

3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.

4. Tag seven random [?] people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.

5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by posting a comment on their blog.

7 weird or random facts about me:

1. I love a lot of people, but really don't like ill behaved children.
2. When I was 10 I shot the head off a snake, put it in the tupperware lettuce crisper in the fridge, told my mom I wanted salad for dinner, scared the shit out of her and blamed it on my brother.  I confessed in my 30's to my deed.  Both of them forgave me.  Sorry Carla and bitey!
3. I love motorcycle cops boots.  I was once pulled over by a motorcycle cop for failing to put my up to date sticker on my tag(it was sitting in my console).  He asked me did I know why I was pulled over and I told him no I didn't know but that I had been a very bad girl...he laughed and let me go.
4. I was once married (13 years) to a colonel in the army.  My ex planned the first mission with the Rangers that started this war after 9/11.
5. I have a potty mouth. 
6. I had a near death experience once and took advantage of it by asking lots of questions to the other side while I was there and had lots of revelations about spirituality when I woke up.  It changed my life.
7. Elvis was my first concert.  I was 5.  I wore purple bell bottoms to the show.