A little help..

Hey y'all.  Right quick, my Navy brat is just that.  A Brat. So that what her name is in my phone now. She is graduating from "A school" next month and her rank will be Petty Officer 3rd Class. Proud of her.  Then she starts Power School, not sure how long that is, over a year I know that.. Then Prototype School I THINK that's on a ship or a sub, again, not sure... seems I don't have clearance for that Clarence.   Anyway, I've started a new blog, since I'm workin for myself now.  I'm hoping those of you that are following this one, might be kind enough to take a look over yonder at that one.. if you are so inclined to help a sista out.  You know, call it a Christmas present?  Here's the link:  www.theaffiliatemarketingchick.com and there's some photos of some offroading after thanksgiving and stuff..  

AND I'll leave you with a nice little recipe for Christmas..  Love to All!!!

(Mind you, I peed my pants a little, I was laughing so hard)

Christmas Whiskey Cake
1 cup butter2 cups sugar6 large eggs2 teaspoons baking powder3 cups flour, sifted1/2 t. salt1 cup bourbon1 pound pecans, chopped3 cups white raisins (or use candied fruit)1 t. nutmegAND~ a very LARGE bottle of bourbon whiskey ~
First, sample the whiskey to check for quality.Assemble all of the ingredients. Check the whiskey again.To be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink.Repeat this step.Turn on the electric mixer and beat one cup of butter in a largefluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar and cream until beat.Make sure the whiskey is still okay... try another cup.Turn off the mixer. Beat six leggs and add to the bowl,Then chunk in the cup of dried flut. Mix on the tuner.Throw in two quarts of flour. Gradually pour in the cow.Add 2 dried anything.If the fried druit gets struck in the beaters, pry it loose witha drewscriver. Sample the whiskey and check it again for tonsistency.Next, sift two cups of salt. Or something. Who cares???Check the whiskey again.Now sift the nutmeg and strain your nuts. Add one table.And the spoon. Of whiskee. Or something. Whatever you find left.Grease the oven.Turn the crake pan to 350 degrees. Don't forget to beat off the turner.Pour the oven into the batter. Throw the bowl out the window.Lick the batter off the floor.Bake 300 minutes at 50 degrees.Finish the blobble of whishy and flow to bed.
Merry Holidays!

Life is good... ish...

Well.. Here we go again.  She didn't go to college. She didn't have a dorm room to set up.  She didn't leave home to go to school.  I on the other hand, left the damn near most expensive state in the country, (Cali) and started over.  I am very glad I did.  She came with me for less than 2 weeks to help me get situated. Then, she went to Hawaii to spend time with her Dad before College started.  She went paddle boarding, fishing, and hiking.. She had a blast. 
I unpacked, and got ready to start a new job. Sounds about normal.  ish. 
Then she said she wanted to leave Hawaii after 2 months, and come back "home".  I thought she meant MY home.  So I got her a ticket back to Cali, she was going to get her car and head to me.  Ya, that isn't the happy ending I was looking for.  She decided she isn't going to college.  Nope, it's not "my thing" she said. Full ride.  Paid for.  And she turned it down.  She stayed in California for almost a year, living with different friends from high school.  She worked to have her own money.. she was happy.  I thought.
THEN came the news.  I want to join the Air Force.  Ok, that's fine.  She could learn something during her time there. 1/2 way thru that process, she changed her mind to join the Navy instead. She went thru about 3 months of meetings, and all kinds of stuff.  She went to boot camp (in Illinois) on the day that would have been my mom's 65th birthday.  Long story short, she scored very high on the entrance test (ASVAB) that she is now in Nuke School.  It's better than nothing, and she's happy to have made her OWN decision.  Not what Grama wanted, not what Mom or Dad wanted, HER decision.  And she couldn't be happier.  It is tough she said, schooling.. but she wants to be in the belly of a submarine for her "job."  I'm still on the fence about that. 
I however, had the job I moved for.  Then, they ran out of work.  I got another job, and had more than one boss, and I could never finish anything because the other boss gave me more work.  That didn't work out. 
At All.   So, I quit and decided to start working for myself. 
I have a few companies that I'm working on, that I should start seeing dividends beginning of 2020.  I'm happy.   I get to spend time with my dad for 6 months of the year (when it snows 6 feet at his house he comes down here).
Life is good.  ish.

"If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor."  -Eleanor Roosevelt