Quiche

Happy New Year Y'all!! I have been slacking with my posts but I am back. My life has been busy and filled with some lazy days from the snow. I'm going to try and update my blog more and stop being such a slacker. LOL

A few weeks ago I posted a seafood and spinach quiche on my Facebook page. I received many inquires about the recipe but never sent it to anyone. Many thought I was being stingy the truth is I didn't feel like typing all that from my phone. It's very rare that people use their home computers for Facebook. So I'm going to share my little quiche recipe.

Now listen I don't mind making this for you as long as you do know that I do expect some sort of monetary payment. Society seems to think because I enjoy cooking that I should do it for free. NO ma'am and no sir. I can't take your gratitude and happiness to the grocery store and tell them that's what I plan on paying them with. I'm sure you would pay the others for whatever you consume. Let's start putting money back into our friends and community pockets. You can't expect them to keep creating art, food, drinks and fashion for you for free. 

If you would like to alter the recipe go right ahead. I know many of us are counting calories or don't like certain things.

1/2 cup mayonnaise 

2 tablespoons all-purpose flour

3 eggs beaten (I have used 4 before )

1/2 cup of milk

1 cup of crap meat

1 lb of shrimp

1/2 cup of Swiss cheese

1/2 cup of cheddar cheese

1/2 cup of chopped green onions

1/2 cup of spinach

1 (9 inch) unbaked pie crust (I used a deep dish pie shell because I added more ingredients then what my original recipe called for.)

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C)
2. In a medium bowl, beat together eggs, mayonnaise, flour and milk until thoroughly blended.stir in crab, shrimp, cheese and onion. Spread into pie shell.
3. Bake for 40-45 minutes, or until a knife inserted in the center comes out clean

GMail

I received an email the other day that absolutely touched me. I wasn't expecting it and I certainly don't speak much on my life to many. So when I received this email I was like well sheesh how did you know?

 "I thought for her to have experienced the pain that she has (tho I may not know all you've  experienced), God has really kept her to grow into good person, when most who have experienced those things probably would've tapped out on life. Thirdly, I thought...Well, prayed that even tho suffered hurtful things in your life that God will bless you, comfort you and allow you to see that He has a plan for your life and that you will ALWAYS be able to see that! Lastly, that He will bless you with a man that will love God so that he'll truly know how to love you the way you deserve to be loved and will show you a true love that's greater than anything I've ever known!"

So I'm like wait a minute what? You don't know my story or my life. How you know what place or cross road I reached? Stop playing where is Ashton Kutcher am I being punked? Lol. I always hear about how people run into someone they don't even know and receive encouragement. That has happened to me before but not so much on a personal level. Lol 

I kept saying for months and months that God has been telling me to be still. God has even given me an entire month to prepare me for the next journey I'm about to take. I was hesitant and irritable because I just couldn't figure anything out. I believe that I received my conformation on the direction I've been heading. I showed this email to Sascia my partner in crime. All she could say was Amen and Amen. It was more to the email but that part right there is what mattered the most. 

I can now stop drinking this Melancholy Milkshake and carry the real supplies that's needed for my new task. I will let everyone in on the big whatever next month. Lol maybe....  

Thank you Taurean

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Question.

Before you complete your profile on Blogger they ask you to leave a question. Now this question could be thought provoking, funny, sad or what ever you want to ask. For a few days I couldn't think of anything to come up with. Blogger generates a question for you until you come up with something clever. Lol. Then I had an argument with someone and the question popped in my head. Why is it so hard to find a love that wants to love me back? 

I know everyone reading this will say Nell I love you. Well not everyone but many. I'm not talking about family because I know my family love me. I'm not talking about friends (genuine friends) because I know the love they have for me as well. Yes I know God loves me I never need to question that because he let me breathe daily in the midst of my sins. 

The love I'm referring to is companionship. I'm talking about that love that make you sick when you haven't heard from them all day. A love that can only be found in that man whose scent invades your nostrils even when he isn't around. 

I've spent so much time fixing people up to their full potential to only have them get lost in what they have become. I don't ever regret it but I sure do hate wasting my time. It's like this if I love you and you love me then let's show each other the same caring actions. Breathe life into me far as support, comfort, motivation, financial stability, and being an overall good person to me. Be my rock when I feel the sand under my feet washing away. Place me on your shoulders when I can't reach that goal I so desperately want. 

Yea, yea, yea, I know no one is perfect. The thing is when do you start to get it right to where you don't say why is it so hard to find a love that wants to love me back? 

I finally answered this question while letting go of a lot of hurt and anger. Everyone wasn't raised the same as me. My family gave hugs, kisses and taught us how to express our feelings whether good or bad. We had cook outs every week during the summer. We show up to recitals, graduations, fights, marriages, funerals and with so much love! I can't expect everyone to have the same experience of good love as me. I no longer get mad at those that don't understand sex doesn't fix anything. I can only show them a better way and let them choose to stay or leave. Sometimes our journey is only to fix, repair and ship out. I'm being prepared for something so much greater than what I expect. 

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Rant

I've wanted to write a blog for a very long time. I didn't believe I had anything to ramble on that people would want to read. So I would just say forget it and move on. Then I found myself venting on Twitter and FB about people, places and things. I would do a lot of thinking through my thumbs to relieve a little stress. Every month I would say Nell start your blog this weekend. Something would stop me and discourage me from writing. Finally I was in a positive place where I wanted to share my journey with whoever was willing to read.

I haven't even been writing entries for long and so far I've heard complaints. A few folks asked me was I going to include them in any writings. Huh? Come again. I thought this was my thing, my self help forum, my watch me live and love through my words. If I so happen to write about my experience with you then so be it!

I do plan on being unbiased as possible to any event or situation I feel I should speak on. If you were and are a good person to me you should have nothing to worry about. I haven't used names but my own so far. Even if I did choose to call you out on your best bs (bullshit) then hey that's life. My blog isn't intended for anything malicious.

People lets not forget it's MINE! I can speak on anything to soothe my nerves at the time! Hey I might want to write about how I followed a damn ant to his colony. A few people I excluded from having the link because I didn't want to censor who I am. Then a few people asked for the link knowing damn well they aren't going to read anything. They just wanted their foot in the door for saying oh yea I been down in case they neded something later down the line.

I would post the text I received concerning my blog. Only thing is I'm not about the screen shot life. I just want to create something dope for myself. If you read it and love it I know I did my job. If you read it and hate it I know I did my job.

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Spaghetti

The fastest way to get rid of me is to offer me spaghetti. Yea, yea, yea I know I must not be from Earth. Well sometimes I do feel like an alien. Lol.  I hate the smell of spaghetti! I hate the taste of spaghetti! I also hate the look of spaghetti! Just the thought of it makes me squirm.

The first reason I hate spaghetti is because when I was younger we had it on a consistent basis. You can feed a family for a week on a big pot of that slop. You can also save a pretty penny on dinner because it's cheap to make. I'm not even a fan of leftovers because of that red and white concoction. You had no choice in what you ate for dinner back then. If you didn't eat what your mother or sister cooked your stomach had to munch on your ribs. So I had no choice but to eat the spaghetti.

The second reason I hate spaghetti is because of a family member. I was being nosey! See that's exactly why children should not sit around when adults are talking. My stomach turns just thinking about what I'm about to type. I'm not going to put that family member out there because I know they might read this. Lol.
Family Member A: You want to know how to keep your man forever?
Family Member B: Girl how?
Family Member A: All you need to do is put a couple drops of your blood in their spaghetti and feed it to him.
Family Member B: Blood?
Family Member A: Yes! The next time Mother Nature visit you just use some of that. That's how my mother kept her man all these years.

This myth has been going on for years! I've even heard friends tell me the same thing. Their grandmothers, aunties, sisters, great aunts and many women has been passing this information down since forever.

Hating spaghetti for me is mental and physical. I will lie to people and tell them I don't know how to make spaghetti when they ask me for it. Yes I know that's petty but I don't care. So please never offer me any. People always say well you haven't had spaghetti until you had mine. Well I guess I will never know. No I don't want to try it and if you want to keep my friendship never offer it to me. If I had to choose between eating spaghetti and moldy bread y'all should know I'm making a mold sandwich. No I don't want to hear about how lasagna is the same. Hell no it's not!! Big difference! Huge difference!!! Now y'all know why I hate spaghetti. Lol so when I post about my dislike for it you guys won't have to ask.

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Waking Up Safe.

I don't think I ever spoke on this before. Only people that know about it is those that were there. I look back on the events and say wow that really happened. It's amazing how these events are shaping my current every day to day living.

Back in May 27, 2008 my brother passed. He wasn't murderd, he didnt commit suicide, he didn't have cancer or anything like that. Our higher power simply called him home one day. I couldn't believe it I was in denial for a minute. You don't think that your siblings would pass at an early age especially your younger siblings. My brother and I had a year seperating us. We were close through out our years. Y'all think I talk about my sister and love her to pieces.....sheesh I went ham when it came to my brother. 

June 4, 2008 was when we said our last goodbyes to my brother. Family from D.C., South Carolina, North Carolina, New York, Maryland and other states showed up. It was a celebration of life to be honest. For some reason I felt inclined to close the casket when it was time to do so. This for me held so much significance to this particular day.

When making the arrangements we each ordered pieces of jewelry that would contain my brothers ashes. My piece was a pink tear drop that hung from a sterling silver necklace. You couldn't tell me this necklace wasn't dope. The funeral home called us a few days after the service to pick up the jewelry. I rode with my aunt to pick up hers and mine. I felt okay knowing that I had a piece of my brother that I could carry with me.

After we left we decided on meeting up with a few family members for drinks and food. I wasn't that hungry but boy I sure was thirsty. My drink off choice of course was Patron. I had 2 shots and I didn't want to drink anymore. Two shots...yes only two. The Patron bully just didnt want to drink anymore. I was ready to go but I got to the car and just broke down. I was crying out to God asking why he had to take my brother. Screaming he knew I loved my brother more than anything and everyone. Asking God why he couldn't spare his life because my brother was my all and all. I'm guessing at some point my aunt called my dad because she couldn't control me or get me in the car. I do remember getting in my dad's truck and crying and still going through the motions. I heard my dad praying and praying hard. I'm still fussing God out about my brother. We reached my dad's church and I remember hearing the saints praying for me and I was left at the altar. They just left me there and that's where I slept. I woke up and felt so much better. I now know that God took my brother so I could have a closer walk with him. Was I mad and bitter? Yes I was. I even avoided church for a while because I thought that was the second time I was let down by my higher power. The things we love the most and put so much value on can easily be taken away. I now know to give thanks and appreciation for all the things I have also for the things I don't.

Day 4 of my fast.
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How Many Of You Are There?

I laugh and joke sometimes about me having an alter ego named Chantel. Chantel is the crazy, snooty,  belligerent side of me. Chantel often shows up after I get my hair done, when someone has stepped on my last reserved nerve, or when I just want to be snooty. She definitely is a ball of fun!!!

The funny thing is I'm always me in any situation you throw me in. All those personality traits I described are instilled in me on a constant basis. I show up at any event and you bet Nell will be Nell. I don't know how to be someone different for a group of people.

All these social networks have many of us dressing and playing so many different roles. I see FB as the place where: Your mom is coming to your school today so you need to be on your best behavior. You dare not embarrass her in front of those kids and your teachers. Recite a few scriptures and show a family photo that is filled with love. I see Twitter as the place where: The substitute teacher is the permanent teacher. Everyday is wild out Wednesday! You can send Tweets to people without sending them an @ which is called subbing. You can flirt openly and anonymously. You can Tweet all day without someone getting mad because you keep posting a Tweet. There is no Mark Zuckberg to tell you what you can and can not say!! You can actually do or say what you didn't feel comfortable saying on FB! Now IG is another entity of it's own! This is where no one is broke, everyone is happy and  life is just fabulous! You dress to impress here. All your inhibitions are gone out the window! Only person that's really seeing you are your peers. I've noticed some are in relationships on FB and very postive. Twitter I've noticed some people are single and ready to mingle. I've noticed on IG  some are just Kings and Queens and we are merely peasants. Some days I can't even keep up with some of those facades I just click like and keep on strolling. So please embellish on your life who's going to call you out?

What I put out for the universe to see is exactly what you see when you meet me. I'm indeed feisty, moody, Pettycrocker sometimes and a great friend,  I love to sit pretty, food is a hobby and I love my family. I'm not balling. I'm not trying to be a model. I post happiness and I post sadness. Who is the real you? Which life do you feel happiest living? How long will it continue? I'm not here to judge #imjustthinkingthroughmythumbs.