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Alcohol: It’s What’s For Dinner. Featuring Cujo The Dog

Cujo The Dog Ready For A Fun Evening

Husband is gone for the duration.  Saving lives, solving problems, hopefully not reading this.

Me. I’m enjoying a nice summery beverage.

Whiskey straight.

Straight out of the bottle  while standing at the kitchen sink in case I gag. Bad reflex when one is not use to drinking. I use to drink. Pretty pink and soft snowy colored drinks with fruit. Dressed up with girlfriends, going out,dancing, pretty, flirty.

See what happens when you have kids! You are reduced to slugging booze over the kitchen sink. Effects the same though.

I’m funnier, I’m pretty and I’m great company. Just ask Cujo the dog, who by the way has suddenly learned English. I know! I (hic) can’t believe it either!

Say something Cujo

I in turn have learned to bark. So between his English and my barking we’ve pretty much got the dictionary covered.

It turns out Cujo greatly resents my keeping an organic kitchen, and frankly I can’t seem to remember why I do either.

I don’t really care about cows. I’d eat most any animal if it’s seared properly and has a nice char.

Cujo! Come back here! Play inside.

Cujo would be yummy I bet.

Americans, we don’t eat dogs or cats.

It’s a cultural thing.

In the Asiatic countries people eat all sorts of crap delectable yummies. Monkeys, dogs (including border collies) bats, snakes.

Cujo let's pretend your the crinimal and I'm an (hic) ociffer.

I’m certain if Taco Bell made a Border Collie Burrito we’d all be chowing down no problemo.

Juco why you hanging with Bart inside come on don't be ascared-redy-cat.thing

Where my little buddy Cujo go?

 Cujo, here Cujo.

I dunno whas goin on with Cujo. He usually (hic) very friendly.


Cujo actually goes in and out of the house through the opening in the screen at the door.

Alas, since last evening he has lost all ability to speak..and won’t come near me.

I’m sure in a few weeks he’ll get over it.

This is gmom,

peace out.

Ah the joys of nothingness………..

Damn dog.

Down Cujo.


Mulligatawny Soup From The Soup Nazi

Woke up this morning feeling the Fall in the air.
Cold outside.
Cujo didn’t stay out long.
Did his business and came back inside.
Still recovering from hand surgery so no work for me,
Just another day to play with Hoo and Cujo on the floor.

How about some soup?????

Mulligatawny Soup

Remember on Seinfeld?

The Soup Nazi???

If you have ever wondered what Mulligatawny soup was….

well then here you go!

Mulligatawny Soup

1/2 cup chopped onion

2 stalks celery, chopped

1 carrot, diced

1/4 cup butter

1 1/2 tablespoons all-purpose flour

1 1/2 teaspoons curry powder

4 cups chicken broth

1/2 apple, cored and chopped

1/4 cup white rice

1 skinless, boneless chicken breast half – cut into cubes

salt to taste

ground black pepper to taste

1 pinch dried thyme

1/2 cup heavy cream, heated

1.Saute onions, celery, carrot, and butter in a large soup pot.

Add flour and curry, and cook 5 more minutes.

Add chicken stock, mix well, and bring to a boil.

Simmer about 1/2 hour.

2.Add apple, rice, chicken, salt, pepper, and thyme.

Simmer 15-20 minutes, or until rice is done.

3.When serving, add hot cream.

If you keep a kosher kitchen as I do you can substitute Margarine for the butter and leave out the cream altogether.

Enjoy WP kids.

Cujo and gmom and Hoo are playing inside on this cloudy Baltimore day.

Hoo working on a mango pit

The Bunnies Beside Us (Ruby and Sable)

Ruby and Sable are 2 rabbits who seemingly happily reside in a large ground level hutch in our backyard.

They are lionhead dwarf rabbits.

I picked both of them up the day they were to be euthenized.

Ruby was the “runt” of the litter, small and blind.

She waves her head side to side continually, grazing the air.

But she does fine, locates the water and food and was an enthusiastic participant in digging the family burrow.

Sable is a big girl.

Shivery and wide eyed.

Both sisters cuddle together under their house in their hutch

They work on their underground burrow together.

I hope they are happy here.

My human kids ask.

What is the point of having rabbits that won’t come to you?

That you can’t play with?

That are so not domesticated.

I don’t know.

I saw the sign, “free rabbits”.

I just stopped so Hoo could maybe pet a bunny.

When the owner told me she was moving the next day, and was euthenizing whomever was left…I didn’t want them to be killed for no reason other then no one wanted to offer them a home.

I wanted to do something for no reason other then it was right and not because I got something back.

I wanted to try to get it right for once.

I wanted to try.

The Best (Hooters) Hot Wings Recipe (music video Kenny Chesney)

This one’s for all you hot momma’s.
You know it!!!

Hot wings Hooter’s style.


Oil for frying
1/2 cup butter
1/2 cup hot sauce
1 teaspoon black pepper
1 teaspoon garlic powder

1 teaspoon onion powder
1 teaspoon paprika
1 teaspoon kosher salt
1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper
1 cups flour
20 chicken wings


Combine butter,hot sauce,garlic and pepper in a saucepan and heat through.

Put aside for later.

Mix dry ingredients and toss with wings. Put in fridge for 1 hour. This is an important step and you will only know the difference if you make fried chicken skipping this step. It makes the crispy skin and batter stick.

Fry wings for 10-15 minutes or until golden.
Turn into a paper towel lined bowl to drain excess oil.

When ready to serve pour the hot sauce over the wings and toss.
Serve with celery sticks and blue cheese or sour cream dip if you like.

Alternate to frying:
You can take your wings and season them with Lawry’s or Spike.
Put them in a very hot oven 500-550 F.
Let them cook until crisp, about 30-40 minutes.
Then toss with the hot sauce.
This is the way I make them and they are delicious.
Happy 4th. kids.
gmom loves you and Maybe says hi!

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Cujo Approved Kabobs On The Bar B

Cujo growing up

Cujo checking in to say “Arf Arf.”

Loves his Sundays with family gathering at the house.
Kids in the pool. The big boys throwing around a baseball or frisbee and the gals chatting and catching eachother up on life.

With so much going on there is sure to be a yummy tidbit dropped here and there.
And of course one can always sneak a bite of food from Starlite or Hoo.
They never tell.

Here is one of our favorite kabob recipes.
Take care ya’ll.
Be safe out there.

You will need:(For 10 people)
5 ears of corn (or more if you are not going to skewer them but just serve them as a side dish)
4 green zuchini cut into 1/2 coins or moons
3 purple onions parboiled (boil them for a few minutes)
2 pounds of mushrooms (button mushrooms are fine but portobello are better)
4 pounds of cubed steak

Marinate your cubed steak for several hours:
4 tablespoons teriyaki sauce
4 tablespoons brown sugar
2 teaspoons garlic powder
1 teaspoon pepper
2 tablespoons lemon juice
4 tablespoons oil

Soak your skewer sticks in water for at least 30 minutes before you cook or they will char and fall apart.

Prepare your corn by steaming it and breaking it into 1-2 inch pieces.

Skewer the meat alternating with the vegetables as shown in the pictures.
Put on your grill over a medium heat.
Cook for 5-7 minutes each side.

I find the key to a successful kabob event is to actually keep the meat separate from the vegies. They cook more uniformly and those who are meat eaters tend to waste less when presented with a strickly meat kabob,while those who favor vegetables like the only vegy ones.
A pot of brown rice counters nicely with the strong flavours of barbeque.
Have a great weekend friends.
gmom and Cujo love you.

Cujo The Dog II

Hubby bought a thousand pds. of dirt,
in 40 pound bags,
to put down in the backyard garden.

Cujo munched into them,
now there is manure dirt,
all over the back patio.

(My husband is so mad),
“When are you going
to take that dog
to training.”

I am embarrassed
to tell him,
I already have.

Cujo was kicked out of
puppy kindergarten.

He cried and went nuts,
when he saw the other
normal happy dogs.

He needs private classes,
they said.

My son Bart came in yesterday.
Cujo likes him best,
next to me.

He kept jumping on Bart
and nipping at his shirt,
“Hey”,Bart said,
“Off fuktard!”


Did you just call my dog a fuktard????

Cujo loves to play
chase in the yard.
Maybe a little

He runs as fast as he can in a big circle,
and as he goes past me,
he jumps at my hands.
It was cute at first,
when he was so shy,
I was glad to see him
come out of his shell.

Now it’s a pain
in the neck.

He is a big chewer of shoes,
and other things leather.
He chewed up one pair of work shoes
that were hubby’s.

Wow. was he mad.
Then he chewed up his belt,
which meant,
he was on the bed.

I bought the apple bitters,
yuck spray,
to repel dogs from chewing.
Contains bitrix I am sure.

Seems to help.
As does the proliferation of
chew toys,
all over my house.

So I hope things are looking up.

“Oh no!
What are you doing now Cujo???
What is this?
You chewed up
Daddy’s brand new work shoes!”

CUJO!!! You fuktard!

Cujo The Dog

Munchies died a questionable death.
Only 6 years old.
Dead on the kitchen floor.
Young for a pit bull.

Munchies was a black wonderful pit bull
who let her inner demon out,
and nipped,
and I do mean nip,
a little boy in my house.

Bad dog Munchies,
no bite.

For many reasons I knew her time was up,
She had a mean streak with strangers,
and truth be told everyone is a stranger,
when the lights are out.

My grandchildren were being born,
and now this.
It was time for Munchies to go.

I called every pit bull rescue on the east coast,
not one would consider
taking a dog who bites.
The best most compassionate
last resort places said,
“Put her down.”

The older children stole her out the back door,
and hid her away at a friend’s house.
She got into poison of some sort there,
she started having seizures,
she was losing weight,
and time.

The kids brought her back.
So in the end,
She died at home.

Found her early one morning.
Still,with gritted teeth.
Hugged her.
Apologized that I couldn’t have done better for her.

After a spell.

I wanted another dog,
not another pit although I truly love them.
I wanted something safer for my grandbabies.

I visited a local rescue for weeks on end.
I got to know the dogs who weren’t being adopted out.

 I wanted them all.
But none of them was right.

I visited the puppy room.
I heard a loud mouth mutt yapping away,
I saw him standing against the cage door,
barking his little head off,
Good morning Cujo.

The volunteer brought him to the meet and greet room
where he promptly pooped a pile of worms on the floor,
and then retreated to a filthy corner,
where he trembled to the beat of an inner earthquake.

“I better take him,no one else will.”

So Cujo, my new companion came home.
Scared of his own shadow.
Took weeks for him to take food from my hand.
Cried, no… shrieked if we tried to catch him.

What happened to you Cujo????

Well, (the volunteer who was showing me Cujo offered),He’s been neutered.
Yup no balls.
That must be it, I thought sarcastically.

He had the rescue center tattooed on his hind quarter.
“We would like you to get him micro-chipped, in case he gets lost it will help get him back to you.”
But he has a freakin’ big tattoo on his leg!
I skipped the chip.

I carried his scared behind out of there along with a small bag of food

 and a squeaky toy he was afraid to sit on the seat with.

My kids made endless fun of me,
and my crackers dog,
“Mom you couldn’t get a dog
who was just depressed could you,
you had to pick the one
with bipolar/OCD/w/suicidal tendencies.
Good job Mom.”

But time (patience and lots of love)
can heal all wounds,
or at least make them less visible.

It’s been 6 months now.
Cujo comes when called,
but never within arm’s reach.

He’ll take food from me but no one else.
He cuddles on my lap.
He heads for the hills
and the safety of his crate
when he hears the doorbell.

Cujo the dog, you will see him on almost every post,
he is always on my heel in the light or dark,
of night or day.
I feel his presence right there.

Feel free to be his friend.
He could use some.

Don’t we all just need some friends
who will accept us as scared and
as scarred as we are?

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