We went to a party last night at my friends Sandra and John's house. The party was in honor in Sandra's turning 29 for the 17th time. It was a lovely affair and mucho fun was had by all. It was a pot luck affair so I got to cook for people other than Sparky and I, woo hoo!
I sliced and diced two cloves of garlic, one third of a sweet red bell pepper, a medium sized onion, and a quarter if a small zucchini. I sauteed them all in canola oil with cracked black pepper. I also put some ziti on to boil.
Then when my ziti was done, I cooked up about half a regulation sized box of ziti, I mixed the pasta and the sauteed vegetables together in a 13 x 9 Pyrex pan.
Then I cooked up six pieces of bacon and tore them apart and sprinkled them over the pasta. I added about a half a cup of grated Parmesan Reggianno. Next I mixed together 3 and 3/4 cups fat free milk with 1/3 cup of flour. I added in two big tablespoons of plain low fat yogurt and I heated that mixture up over medium heat. Then before it could boil I added half a bag of fresh organic spinach. When the spinach was sufficiently wilted and the milk/flour/yogurt sauce was thick I poured it over my pasta.
Then I cubed about three big slices of hot habanero bread that I got from Scratch Bakery here in Johnson City. I tossed it into a pan with some melted Brummel and Brown spread, Brummel and Brown Spread is a yogurt based butter substitute, and I coated the bread cubes all over. After the bread cubes were coated then I tossed them on top of the pasta and I baked the whole shebang for about 8 minutes at 425 degrees.
And this is what it looked like when it came out of the oven. Boo ya, spicy hot, savory, and it's got a green leafy vegetable in it too!
When it was time to eat the kids dug in. Notice how they avoid my casserole.
Still not touching it.
Come now, look at that picture. Is she not cute as a button? Ok, now stop staring and go watch the Dr. Who episode she was in or even better watch her in the indie film Intermission.
The lovely bosomy Scot Ms. Ashely Jensen was next to go. She insisted on wearing dresses that allowed her boobs to pop out at the drop of a hat and when I began to spend all my time tossing all my hats to the ground when she was around, it became clear that I was not going to get much done. So I sent Ms. Jensen back to the actor's orphanage.
Greetings to all you lawfully wedded wives out in Blog World! It's a treat for me to come before you today to share my tips on how to keep your hubby's from straying from your home and marital bed. As you know the liberal media, the gays and Lebanese, and the surrender monkey Democrat cry babies are trying to make everyone think my hot stud muffin Larry is gay, but in reality nothing could be further from the truth. He's one hot pistol packin' partner who loves to make love to me, his lovely ladywife, and we do it all the time! Sometimes as much as three for four times a year!
My Larry loves me looking like this, all freshly coiffed and lady like!
Here's a shot of us with Larry's good friend Dirty Sanchez. He comes to see us quite a bit. Larry really likes him!
That's all I have time for now, I've got to go join my friends at the Pocatello Prescription Pill Pop-a-torium and Potent Potables Pageant. It's grapefruit juice and grain alcohol night so I don't want to be late! 
Ta ta now!
I'll never understand why anyone would think that this is not a man. "Her" Adam's apple is bigger than mine.
I'll never understand why this bastard is not under arrest for his war crimes. Who do you think got Halliburton that no bid contract? It was the man who said we'd be greeted as liberators and who said he knew where the WMD's were.
Someone shot some great video of our anti war protest march on 9-22 and my pal Sandra over at Concerned Citizens put it up on her blog, go by her place and say hello, would it kill you?
When you watch it you'll be able to see the guys from Chickenhawk Thunder roll past us on their phallic symbols as they try to menace us into keeping quiet. You can also see the giant Bush puppet that was made for the march.
Our march may look cheesy to some but it will remain one of the proudest moments of my life. I was proud to have helped organize it and to have marched side by side with those two hundred plus people.
Alas Monkey lovers, I closely checked both videos, (see the other shorter video at the link above) and you can not see me in the throng of peace loving anti war protestors.
So please put down your rusty trombone and adjust your Cincinnati bow tie and give her your full attention.
Thanks. You may now return to whatever it is you were doing.
Then look no further than Larry David's character on Curb Your Enthusiasm. Except I'm not quite as old, or Jewish, or obscenely rich, or bald. But his character pretty much is like me. When we watch it, which we do obsessively ever since we've been getting free HBO for whatever reason, and Cheryl David is suffering through another indignity brought on by her stubborn as a mule husband Sparky says, "Oh, I so know what she's going through. I totally know how she feels!" And of course I usually say back, "Well, he's right! It's not his fault people can't understand that."
Would you take a look at that Polish campaign poster? How great is that?
And now look what we get stuck with, a bloodthirsty chickenhawk who has bad gas and can't pronounce the names of his worldwide counterparts unless someone writes them out phonetically for his dumb ass.
I was holding our Crunky until my inappropriate crush Jane Goodall shoved that banana in my mouth. Oh Jane, I let you get away with murder because I love you so. Sigh.
Dr. Monkey: Reese, thanks so much for doing this. If I had to talk to one of those crazy bastards again I'm afraid I would have committed murder.
Reese Witherspoon: Oh, no problem Dr. Monkey. I'm happy to help the wheels of democracy spin! It's ever so important that all voters know exactly where the candidates stand.
Fred Thompson: Well, well lookie here who they got interviewing me. It's little Reese Weatherston.
RW: Stay right where you are and stop looking at my boobs!
FT: You gals have got the choice of being on top of me or me being on top of you! That's the only choice I'm willing to give y'all.
FT: Now we both know you don't mean that. We both know that all you Southern gals want to jump my bones. Why look at my sexy young wife Terri. She wants to ride my throbbin' bobbin all the time. We've even had a kid and no my kid does not look like the pool boy no matter what rumors you hear. And look at that country singer Lorrie Big Jugs. She wanted me too, still does in fact. And you're just another in the long line of Southern gals who want Pappa Fred to give them the ol' hot BBQ injection.
FT: Heh, heh, heh, your right boob and your left boob pressing up into my out stretched hands. Ya'll ever hear of a lil thang called motorboatin'? I'd love to try that on you Reesey.
RW: Umm, no thanks. Boy I see why Dr. Monkey hates doing these interviews with all of you now. Hey. I've got an idea. Let's play a game shall we? It's called, "Who's won what." Raise your hand if you've won an Academy Award. Well I see only my hand is in the air.
FT: Now that's not fair. I'm not near as good an actor as you are. I've never been nominated for an Oscar. But I have been nominated for KKK Man of the Year for my portrayal of a white supremacist on Wiseguy.
