Roadchick's Last Name

Dear Patient Reader:

Yes, Roadchick has a last name, just like the Oscar Mayer jingle says. And, apparently, her last name is BORING.

Some of it can be attributed to spring fever. Some of it falls into the category of: Insanely Busy at Work. Unfortunately, most of it is due to her last name.

Roadchick is boring.

Roadchick didn't used to be boring. Past blog posts attest to that. She used to be witty and fun and amusing. There was always something going on. Sometimes it was even legal.

Now?

Now, Roadchick is the equivalent of an old married lady without the old or married part. Being in a relationship has evidently (somewhat) tamed the 'chick. Roadchick and Redneck have settled into a routine of sorts, and it's comfortable and they like it and are too lazy to bother changing it much since everyone is happy.

There is . . . ~gasp~ stability.

And, boringness.

Maybe now that the weather has improved, Redneck and Roadchick will be getting out a little bit more. Maybe something interesting will happen. Maybe.

The suggestion box is open.

Breaking News

Not Dead

Just hideously busy for work, y'all.

Back soon - pinky swear!

Signalling for Jesus

Roadchick's job involves a lot of time on the road. The novelty of this wore off a long time ago, so the 'chick has developed some strategies to amuse herself during a day spent in the car.

Books on CD are good for the longer drives. Interrupting other people's work days with cell phone calls provides some amusement. Singing along with music CDs can provide some welcome distraction. And, the 'chick loves billboards and bumper stickers.

The other day, while sitting in traffic at a stop light, the 'chick was checking out the bumper stickers on the cars around her. Lots of George Bush lovers and haters. Lots of honor students. One woman's bumper sticker proclaimed she loved her weiner.

At the next light, a different car was in front of the 'chick. His bumper sticker invited the 'chick to "Honk if she loved Jesus".

Since it was so close to Easter, and being in a rather holy frame of mind, the 'chick cheerfully honked her horn.

The driver immediately stuck his arm out the window and flipped her off.

The 'chick is getting a bumper sticker that says: You're Making Baby Jesus Cry.

Nigella . . . Bites

Roadchick is a FoodTV addict. Until a couple of weeks ago, the only time she could feed this addiction was at Redneck's house, since the 'chick absolutely refuses to pay for "good" cable. While her "basic" cable package includes 20 channels, including all the church and shopping one could hope for, it does not include FoodTV.

One afternoon, for no good reason whatsoever, the 'chick decided it would be a good idea to re-program her TV channels. Why? Perhaps the muse of FoodTV was whispering in her ear. As the TV flashed through all the channels the 'chick knew she had: 2 through 22, church and shopping at no extra charge, the 'chick wandered off to get a drink.

When she came back, the TV was finished with whatever it does to re-program channels. Just for giggles, the 'chick clicked her way through, one channel at a time. The channels did not stop at 22. They jumped from 22 to 78. On channel 78, Rachel Ray was busy working her way through a 30-Minute Meal. The 'chick sat down.

Two hours later, she got up. All her old friends were back: Rachel, Paula, Alton, Emeril. (The 'chick is on a first name basis. You understand.)

Rockboy was ecstatic. Rockboy knows that when his mama watches FoodTV, there will be meals. Roadchick will cook things. From scratch. Voluntarily.

On Easter Sunday, while the 'chick was cooking dinner for 14 people, Nigella Lawson came on at noon. Usually, at noon on Sunday, the 'chick is having breakfast with Redneck, or on her way somewhere - far away from the TV.

Nigella, with her delightful English accent, was explaining her concept of "Temple Food". Basically, what this meant was eating healthy, lightly cooked foods, mostly of Vietnamese or Thai recipes. Lots of fruit. Lots of vegetables.

It is entirely Nigella's fault that the 'chick stopped at the grocery store on her way home from work last night, to buy the following:

*apples
*carrots
*cucumbers
*celery
*yogurt (Sidenote: If you have a Publix nearby - RUN to the dairy department and buy some honey almond yogurt. Words cannot describe how delicious it is.)

It is also entirely Nigella's fault that the 'chick fully intends to consume at least one container of yogurt while reclining in a bath, lit by candles.

Not to worry, Patient Reader. This fad will only last as long as it takes to consume the lot - a few days. By then, Ace of Cakes will be on and the 'chick will be under the impression that she is actually a pastry chef.

Let them eat cake!

We Are Honored

Apparently what it takes to get the 'chick to actually sit down and WRITE a post are gifts and awards. The gifts have been a little slow in coming, but Autrice did send a little bit of Award Love to the 'chick.

So, without further ado, the 'chick is getting her homework done. The nominees, in no particular order are: (Feel free to put yourself first on the list if the 'chick hasn't - web pages are only so wide, ya know!)

Cardiac Fantasies is always a thought provoking site. Michael is not afraid to explore the darker side of his personality and share it with the Innernets. He's also always willing to play along, whether it's collaborating on a post (the Venus/Mars thing), inviting guest bloggers, and generally causing mayhem in the blogosphere.

Pacian is a blogger that the 'chick met while doing Sunday Scribblings. He has a flair for writing really killer sci-fi as well as some amazing posts about astronomy and space. There are times when the 'chick is visiting his blog that she thinks that she might not be quite intelligent enough to be hanging with the smart kids (but that doesn't stop her from trying to copy their homework).

Fringes always has something to say and she's not afraid to say it. She has a flair for writing the things that the 'chick winds up pondering long after she's away from the computer.

Heather is relatively new to the blogosphere but is already making a name for herself both through her blog and as a host (hostess??) on Bice's internet talk radio show.

Mist is hysterially funny and generally makes the 'chick think that she's not as good at this writing thing as she thinks she is. Mist looks at things with a definite twist, and always has shoes to match.


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