#mrstu

I make a really good Alfredo sauce with cream, butter, a pinch of cornstarch & Parmesan. I love making it for most pasta dishes or lasagnas. It evens out the acidity of the marinara for me. But, I don’t measure anything, I just go by the way it feels in the pan. It took me a while to master & I was tired of using the jars that are so salty & fattening. So, I consider it complicated because it took me quite a while to perfect & now it feels easy peasy.

I was tagged by respiramommybreath :) Thank you!

So I Married an Axe Murderer

Rosemary's Baby

The Cell

Donnie Darko

Pee Wee's Big Adventure

Thanks for the tag, Lazydad!

Rules: Insert your answers to the questions below. Then tag at least 10 followers.

Name: Jen

Birthday: Yes!  Thank you! Oh, I mean August. Roar.

Gender: She's a lady.

Sexuality: As far as I can determine, I’m into heterosexual men who have often been mistaken as gay.

Height: 5’ 3.5”

Time zone: EST. The rest are fictional.

What time and date is it there: 12:03 pm on September 6, 2014.

Average hours of sleep I get each night: 6-ish

otps:I had to google this so I refuse to answer.

My most used phrase(s):“Awesome.”  “Fantastic.” “Thanks so much.”

First word that comes to mind: systemic

What I last said to a family member:“If that’s not full, let me add my bedroom garbage to it.”

One place that makes me happy & why: Jekyll Island, GA – a lifetime of memories for me, and for my kids…all wonderful ones.  Ocean, beach, river, marsh, sunsets, smells, it’s always the warmest embrace.

How many blankets I sleep under: One down comforter.

Favorite beverage: Water, fountain drink diet pepsi, coke in a glass with ice, Bacardi Limon and diet, Sauvignon Blanc, mojito, a nice shiraz on a cold night.

The last movie I watched in the cinema:Pipsqueak and I have been trying to think of this one.  We know for sure it was the 2pm show on a Sunday in our hometown theater.  And we think it was probably Maleficient.

Three things I can’t live without: My kids, my mom, my friends.

Something I plan on learning:The college recruiting process.

A piece of advice for all my followers: Don’t chase.

You all have to listen to this song: I picked two: Book of Love – Peter Gabriel, Fields of Gold – Eva Cassidy

The Nissan actually would have had me at higher monthly payment. I don't want very high monthly payments, so I'm opting for something different. Which sort of sucks because I learned how to drive in a Nissan Altima. I know those cars well, and am super comfortable in them. But we're going back tomorrow after work again once he's got my approval and whatnot, cause they were near closing time when we came in today. 

I wuz tagged by the lovely mrstu to post six beautiful photos of just me, but since ma hurr did pretty much took on a life of its own sometime in the early-to-mid-80s, these are the only pics I could find where I don't look like a dingaling. Whomp whomp. Clockwise from top left From top left, then from the second row left or whatevs, you know what I mean:

When I was, like, two years old or somethin', I was invited to speak on a panel at the White House to discuss international peace agreements. It didn't go so well, mostly cuz I was all, Why can't youse old white men just make up your damned minds already!?! And the old white men were all, "Aren't you still wearing diapers, sheesh!!!"

When I was, like, three years old or somethin', my parents decided that bunk-beds were too bourgeois, so they made me sleep on a shelf in the living room. My back still aches, I tell ya.

When I was, like, four years old, I led an expedition in Sub-Saharan Africa to help capture poachers who were killing off black rhinos. It was awight.

When I was, like, five years old or somethin', there was a crazy blizzard in Chicago, and I had to eat my favorite plushies to survive. R.I.P., Mr. Wigglesworth and Henry Googlyeyes.

When I was, like, six years old or somethin', we went fishing somewhere in Wisconsin because of reasons. There was an episode of the Electric Company or Zoom where a bunch of kids went fishing, then they baked the fish they caught in the mud, which I thought was terribly romantic and I wanted to do that, too, but my parents were all, "Why do you wanna eat muddy fish!?!? Do you still have malaria or somethin'!?!?"